Fantasy Married Innocent Bengali Wife

[chellaporukki]

Super update. Now the wife will earn more than her husband and all he need to do is play a role of pimp and take her to customers.

[mahamatherchod]

waiting for next big update

[Kadakkal95]

thoda time do sooch ke likh ne ke liye. I gurantee you will not be disappointed. By that time read my other stories and comment what you want.

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[mahamatherchod]

update

[Xossiy]

Yes bro update

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Yes bro update

yes will be updating very soon the next phase. How would you like the story to proceed ?

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Super update. Now the wife will earn more than her husband and all he need to do is play a role of pimp and take her to customers.

Thank you for your support. Pls provide a 5star rating to the story so that I can happily wrote the coming parts. And donot forget to let me know what you want to read in the coming parts.

[Xossiy]

Make her feel Bad for her husband but the trainer continue his domination,

[Manikandarajesh]

She has to be impregnated by another man and only way the husband gets punished.

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Make her feel Bad for her husband but the trainer continue his domination,

Ok I will keep your suggestion in mind while writing the next parts. I hope u will feel good after reading the next parts.

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She has to be impregnated by another man and only way the husband gets punished.

Ok I will try to bring certain twist in the story line while writing the next update. Hopefully you will be satisfied after reading the update.

[masud93]

waiting

[Chandan]

Waiting for the next update ..

[whocarez]

hott story

[masud93]

khobor nai,,, kya haal hai bhai,,,,,
any update

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Bro update

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NEW UPDATE

The fluorescent lights of the gym cast a harsh glow on the sleek, modern interior, where the air was thick with the scent of sweat and determination. Shweta, clad in her neon pink sports bra and matching shorts, walked alongside her husband, Raj, their footsteps echoing on the polished floor. As they approached the main area, Shweta's heart sank. Her bikini photos, taken during the recent bodybuilding competition, were plastered all over the walls, her toned body on display for everyone to see.

  

Raj, noticing her discomfort, squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You look amazing, Shweta. Third place is no small feat," he said, his voice filled with pride. Shweta forced a smile, but inside, she felt a mix of shame and guilt. The photos, taken during the photoshoot, made her look like a cheap slut, her bikini barely covering her most intimate areas. The memory of that day haunted her, the way the gym trainer and the judges had lured her into a trap, their promises of fame and fortune leading to a night of degradation and humiliation.

Shweta's mind drifted back to that fateful day. The gym trainer, with his chiseled physique and charming smile, had convinced her to participate in a special photoshoot. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," he had said, his eyes gleaming with a hunger she hadn't noticed until it was too late. Little did she know, the photoshoot would turn into a night of gangbang, with the trainer and the judges taking turns with her, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of her body. The camera flashes had captured every moment, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. 

 

Shweta remembered the way Ishaan's rough hands had spread oil across her bikini line, his touch both firm and tender. The camera flashes had highlighted every intimate detail, capturing her vulnerability for eternity. Kunal and Hasan had pinned her hips to the mattress, their strength overwhelming as they forced her mouth onto Kunal's erection. The memory of Hasan's beard scbanging against her inner thighs sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of humiliation and arousal.

As they continued their walk, Shweta's steps became heavier, each one a struggle against the weight of her memories. She could almost hear the click of the camera shutters, the grunts of the men as they took their pleasure, and her own whimpers of submission. The bruises on her wrists, a painful reminder of their strength and her submission, had faded, but the memory lingered, a dark stain on her soul.

  

Shweta's heart ached with a mix of shame and longing. If only Raj knew the truth, the humiliation and degradation she had endured. She felt a pang of guilt, wondering if he would still look at her with the same admiration and pride if he knew about the photoshoot and the gangbang. Little did she know, Raj had his suspicions. He had seen the photos, the raw and unfiltered captures of her vulnerability, and he had kept his silence, respecting her privacy and waiting for the right moment to confront her.

Raj's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he walked beside Shweta. Seeing her photos on the wall had stirred a mix of pride and jealousy within him. He admired her dedication and hard work, but the way she was displayed, so sexy and alluring, made him wonder about the true nature of her achievement. He had seen the photos, the ones that weren't meant for public display, and he had kept them to himself, a secret he guarded jealously. The thought of other men seeing his wife like that, so exposed and vulnerable, filled him with a strange mix of excitement and possessiveness.


Raj's voice pulled Shweta back to the present, his words a gentle nudge. 

Raj : "Shweta, are you okay? You seem distant."

Shweta : (blinked, her eyes focusing on Raj's concerned face.) "I... I'm fine, Raj. Just thinking about the competition and everything that led up to it."

Raj :  "You've come so far, Shweta. I'm proud of you, no matter what."


Shweta's heart swelled with a mix of love and guilt. She wanted to tell him everything, to unburden her soul and seek his comfort. But the words stuck in her throat, a barrier of shame and fear. Instead, she leaned into him, finding solace in his embrace, even as her mind remained a whirlwind of memories and desires.

As they continued their walk through the gym, Shweta's eyes fell on a familiar figure—Komilla, adjusting her diamond tennis bracelet as she stepped off the treadmill. Komilla, with her sharp wit and elegant demeanor, was a regular at the gym, and Shweta had always admired her confidence and charm. Today, however, Shweta felt a mix of envy and curiosity. Komilla's presence seemed to promise a world of secrets and desires, a world Shweta longed to explore but feared at the same time.

Komilla noticed Shweta and Raj, a smirk playing on her lips as she approached them. "Shweta, Raj, what a pleasant surprise," she purred, her voice a low, throaty sound. "I must say, Shweta, you look absolutely stunning in those photos. Third place is impressive."

Shweta blushed, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pride. "Thank you, Komilla. It was... an experience."

Komilla's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and understanding. "Oh, I'm sure it was. Why don't you join me in the shower room for a chat once you complete your workout? I have a feeling we have a lot to discuss."

Shweta hesitated, glancing at Raj, who nodded encouragingly. "No issues, darling. I'll be here when you're done to pick you up, just make me a call whenever your gossips are over."

After the workout session Shweta followed Komilla to the locker room, the steam enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and humidity. As they sat on the wooden bench, Shweta's neon pink sports bra clinging to her skin, she picked nervously at the peeling laminate on the bench edge. 

Komilla, noticing Shweta's unease, adjusted her bracelet and asked softly, "So, what's on your mind, Shweta?"

Shweta hesitated, her voice cracking as she began, "It's about the gym trainer... He... he seduced me."

Komilla raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes. "Oh? Do tell."

Shweta's voice dropped to a whisper. "He... he fucked me multiple times against the lockers. It was... it was intense."
A clanging weight plate echoed from the gym, making Shweta jump. Her sweat-slicked thighs stuck to the bench as she continued, "And then there was the hotel photoshoot. Ishaan's hands were all over me, spreading oil... and Kunal and Hasan... they pinned me down."

Komilla listened intently, her expression unreadable. She unbuttoned her silk blouse to reveal overlapping love bites on her collarbone, a subtle hint at her own secret life. "Darling, I charge ₹20,000 per hour when my husband's at his law firm," she purred, tracing a fingernail along Shweta's trembling forearm. Shweta's visible nipple erection strained against the thin fabric of her sports bra, a telltale sign of her heightened emotions.

Shweta's eyes widened, and she stammered, "But... but it was humiliating. Seeing my bikini posters at the gym entrance, knowing everyone saw me like that."

Komilla leaned in closer, her French perfume clashing with the gym's antiseptic smell. "Your husband's membership makes it sweeter, no?" she whispered, her hand sliding beneath Shweta's leggings' waistband.

Shweta whimpered, her resistance wavering. "I just... I can't stop thinking about it. The way they handled me, the bruises forming on my wrists during the photoshoot...". Komilla's manicured finger hooked into Shweta's waistband, the humid air thickening with steam from nearby showers. 


Komilla : "Relax, darling. Sometimes, giving in is the best way to regain control."

Outside, men's laughter echoed from the free weights area, and a locker door slammed, making Shweta's damp ponytail swing as she jerked upright. But Komilla's touch was firm, and Shweta's resistance crumbled, her body succumbing to the overwhelming sensations and memories.

Komilla guided Shweta towards the showers, the steam enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and humidity. "Come, let's cleanse your mind and body," Komilla murmured, her voice a soothing whisper.

Shweta followed, her steps hesitant but compliant. The shower stalls were tiled in a sleek, modern design, with water cascading from multiple jets. Komilla turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right—a perfect balance of warmth and invigoration.

"Step in, Shweta," Komilla instructed, her tone gentle yet commanding. Shweta obeyed, the water cascading over her, rinsing away the sweat and tension of her workout. Komilla joined her, her silk blouse clinging to her skin, revealing the curves beneath.

"Close your eyes," Komilla said, her voice a soft command. Shweta did as she was told, feeling the water cascade over her face, cleansing her of her worries and fears. Komilla's hands, gentle yet firm, began to massage Shweta's shoulders, working out the knots of tension.

"Tell me more about the photoshoot," Komilla prompted, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on Shweta's skin. "What did it feel like?"

Shweta's voice was a hesitant whisper. "It was... overwhelming. The camera flashes, the hands all over me... I felt so exposed."



Komilla's touch became more insistent, her fingers moving with purpose. "Exposure can be liberating, Shweta. It's about embracing your vulnerability."



Shweta's breath hitched as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "I... I can't think straight."



Komilla's voice was a soothing murmur. "You don't need to think, darling. Just feel."



The water continued to cascade over them, creating a symphony of sound that drowned out the world outside. Komilla's hands moved lower, exploring Shweta's most intimate places, her touch confident and knowing.

Shweta's body responded despite her mind's protests, arching into Komilla's touch. "I... I don't know what I'm doing."

Komilla's lips brushed against Shweta's ear. "You're doing just fine, Shweta. Trust me."

Shweta's body betrayed her, responding to Komilla's touch with a surge of pleasure. "I... I can't hold back anymore."

Komilla's voice was a low purr. "That's the idea, darling. Let go."

Shweta's body shuddered with release, her mind finally quieting as she succumbed to the overwhelming sensations. "I... I don't know what to say."

Komilla's touch gentled, her fingers tracing soft patterns on Shweta's skin. "You don't need to say anything, darling. Just feel."

The water cascaded over them, a soothing rhythm that seemed to sync with the beating of their hearts. Komilla's touch was both gentle and insistent, her fingers exploring every curve and crevice of Shweta's body with a familiarity that belied their newfound intimacy. Shweta's resistance had crumbled, her body responding to Komilla's every move with a mix of surrender and anticipation.

"Relax, darling," Komilla murmured, her voice a low, throaty whisper. "Let the water wash away your worries and fears."

Shweta's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Komilla's hands moved lower, tracing the contours of her hips and thighs. The steam from the shower enveloped them in a cocoon of warmth, the humid air thick with the scent of their arousal and the lingering notes of Komilla's French perfume.

Komilla's fingers dipped between Shweta's thighs, parting the soft, sensitive flesh with a confident touch. Shweta's hips bucked involuntarily, a whimper escaping her lips as Komilla's thumb circled her most intimate place, applying just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"That's it, Shweta," Komilla cooed, her voice a soothing balm. "Give in to the sensations. Let go of everything but this moment."

Shweta's body arched into Komilla's touch, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and desires. The memory of the photoshoot, the rough hands and demanding mouths, the camera flashes capturing every moment of her submission, all mingled with the present, creating a heady cocktail of humiliation and arousal.

Komilla's fingers slipped inside her, moving with a rhythm that matched the pulsing of the water jets. Shweta's breath hitched, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. "I... I can't hold back," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. 

Komilla's lips brushed against her ear, her breath hot and tantalizing. "Then don't, darling. Let it all go. Embrace the pleasure and the pain. They are two sides of the same coin."



Shweta's body shuddered with release, her inner muscles clenching around Komilla's fingers as waves of ecstasy washed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing off the tiled walls of the shower stall, a raw and primal sound that spoke of her surrender and her liberation.

Komilla held her close, her arms wrapping around Shweta's trembling body, providing a sanctuary of warmth and comfort. "You're safe with me, Shweta," she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "I won't let a talented slut like you to waste your potential." 

Shweta's body continued to tremble, the aftershocks of her orgasm leaving her boneless and spent. Komilla's touch gentled, her fingers tracing soft, soothing patterns on Shweta's skin, calming her and grounding her in the present.

"Thank you," Shweta whispered, her voice a hoarse and emotional rasp. "I... I needed that."

Komilla smiled, a knowing and tender expression that spoke volumes. "We all need a little release sometimes, darling. But for you it should be daily part of your life from now on as you are growing hunger for unknown cocks."

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Later that evening, back at home:

Shweta sat on the edge of their bed, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The events of the day had left her feeling both exhilarated and exhausted, her body still tingling with the memories of her encounter with Komilla. She looked up as Raj entered the room, his eyes soft with concern and something else—a hunger she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Shweta, are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle as he sat beside her, his hand resting on her shoulder.

Shweta nodded, a small, uncertain smile playing on her lips. "I... I think so. Today was... intense."

Raj's thumb began to trace soothing circles on her skin, his touch both comforting and arousing. "I know. I saw the photos, Shweta. All of them."

Shweta's eyes widened, a mix of shame and surprise flashing across her face. "You... you saw them?"

Raj nodded, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Yes. And I want to know more. I want to understand what happened, what you felt, what you experienced."

Shweta's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She had kept her secrets buried deep, fearing judgment and rejection. But seeing the honesty and openness in Raj's eyes, she found the courage to speak.

"Raj, I... I was seduced by the gym trainer. He lured me into a photoshoot, and it turned into something so much more. The judges, they... they took turns with me. It was humiliating and degrading, but at the same time, it was... intense. I felt alive in a way I never had before."

Raj listened intently, his expression unreadable. When Shweta finished, he took her hands in his, his grip firm and reassuring. "Shweta, I'm not judging you. I'm proud of you for sharing this with me. Your experiences, your desires, they are a part of you, and I want to explore them with you."

Shweta's eyes filled with tears, a mix of relief and emotion overwhelming her. "Raj, I... I love you so much. I was so afraid of losing you, of you hating me for what I did."

Raj pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips pressing against her forehead in a tender kiss. "You could never lose me, Shweta. We're in this together, always. And if exploring your desires means bringing us closer, then that's what we'll do."

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The Holi celebration and the unexpected party.


The days that followed Shweta's intense encounter with Komilla were a blur of emotions and newfound understanding. Shweta and Raj had grown closer, their bond strengthening as they explored the depths of their desires and fears. Shweta found solace in Raj's unwavering support, and together, they navigated the complexities of her experiences with a newfound sense of unity and trust.

One afternoon, as Shweta was leaving the gym, Komilla approached her with a warm smile and a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Shweta, darling, I have a surprise for you!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I'm hosting a Holi celebration at my friend's farmhouse, and I would be thrilled if you could join us. It's going to be a wonderful time, filled with color, laughter, and new experiences."

Shweta's heart leapt with anticipation. The thought of escaping the city's hustle and bustle and immersing herself in the vibrant spirit of Holi was incredibly appealing. "That sounds amazing, Komilla! I'd love to go," she replied, her eyes shining with excitement.

Komilla's smile widened, and she squeezed Shweta's hand affectionately. "Fantastic! I'll send you the details. It's going to be a memorable weekend, trust me."

Later that evening, Shweta shared the invitation with Raj, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Raj, Komilla invited me to a Holi celebration at her friend's farmhouse. It sounds like so much fun, and I really want to go."

Raj listened intently, his expression thoughtful. "Shweta, I'm not sure that's a good idea. Komilla... she has a certain reputation, and I worry about her intentions. You've been through so much already, and I don't want you to get hurt again."

Shweta's excitement faltered, replaced by a mix of disappointment and determination. "Raj, please. I trust Komilla, and I need this. I need to feel normal again, to let loose and have some fun. Please, can we go together?"

Raj sighed, seeing the plea in her eyes. "Alright, Shweta. If it means that much to you, we'll go. But promise me you'll be careful, okay?"

Shweta threw her arms around him, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Raj. I promise I'll be careful."

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