Adultery In the Shadow of Diplomacy: A Tale of Temptation

[Yesudoss]

Superbbbbbbbbbbbbb

[Hotyyhard]

excellent

[Manikandarajesh]

Qadir started everything and it was not two sided except Rashi riding him.
Now nothing can be changed. Mistake is a mistake, whether it is done once or more number.

Time for them to start second round with more passion and participation.
both get nude and explore each other body. qadir told rashi is now his posession.

qadir take the anal virginity of the conservative housewife this same night to make his sex slave.
Please post the next update at the earliest.

[veeravaibhav]

Awesome

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

He should have removed the mangalsutra and made her complete nude and painted her body with his tongue brush. 

[Pundit77]

Excellent
The description of the place and people somehow reminds me of Iran and not Afghanistan.....a powerful Iranian emir....

[fuckandforget]

That was real hot update.

Will Rashi divorce her husband that has not pleasured her properly and made her orgasm since her marriage
Will she fall in love and convert herself to Mslim lady and marry Qadir.
She knows that she cannot be satisfied henceforth by that hndu husband.

[reman]

really rishi fall in love with powerful, big size and satisfaction

[Sakshi Priyan]

He made a woman feel alive, desired, utterly consumed, satisfaction and sense of longing. what more she can ask for from a man. very good writing.

[olumannan]

Nice update

[Shriya George]

Really loved the way you bring out the feelings outside of a starved woman.

[untamable_rohini]

The Party Continues

As they finished, Qadir slowly rose from the floor, his body still glistening with sweat from their intense encounter. He looked down at Rashi, who was still catching her breath, her saree disheveled and her body marked by their passion. With a mischievous smile, he leaned down and squeezed her breasts one last time, causing a shiver to run through her.

"You were incredible, Rashi," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and satisfaction. "Come and see me again sometime."

Rashi didn't say anything, too overwhelmed to respond with words. She watched as Qadir dressed, his movements deliberate and confident. He gave her one last lingering look before he turned and left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Once he was gone, Rashi slowly got to her feet, her legs trembling from the exertion. She felt the cool air against her skin and realized how exposed she was. Hastily, she adjusted her saree, trying to restore some semblance of modesty. Her hands shook as she tied the blouse back in place and secured her mangalsutra, the sacred symbol of her marriage, now a reminder of her betrayal.

Feeling the weight of what had just transpired, she made her way to the washroom. The cold tiles under her feet seemed to echo the chill she felt inside. She splashed water on her face and cleaned herself as best as she could, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. The image of her reflection in the mirror was both familiar and foreign, a woman caught between guilt and a strange sense of empowerment.

After making herself presentable, Rashi stepped out of the washroom and headed downstairs. She realized with a start that over an hour had passed since she had first left the party. The lively atmosphere had faded; only a few guests remained, mingling in small groups and saying their goodbyes.

As she descended the stairs, she felt a pang of guilt and shame, similar to what she had felt for Kavita earlier that evening. The judgment she had passed so easily on her neighbor now seemed hypocritical, knowing she had fallen into a similar, if not the same, trap of passion and desire.

She scanned the room for Amit, her heart pounding with anxiety and the need for his familiar presence. But he was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes darted from face to face, searching for any sign of him among the dwindling crowd. The realization that he was not there intensified her feelings of isolation and guilt.

Trying to maintain her composure, Rashi approached a group of remaining guests, forcing a polite smile as she made small talk. Inside, she felt like a different person, forever changed by what had happened in the intimate room with Qadir. She couldn't shake the thoughts of Amit, and the comparison between him and Qadir that had played out in her mind.

As she continued to look for Amit, her mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. She knew she had crossed a line that night, one that she could never uncross. The secret she now carried was a heavy burden, one that would forever alter her relationship with her husband and her own self-image.

The party that had seemed so vibrant and full of promise now felt like a hollow echo of what it once was. The remaining guests were oblivious to the turmoil within her, their laughter and conversations a stark contrast to her inner turmoil. Rashi knew that she would have to face the consequences of her actions, but for now, she focused on finding Amit, hoping that his presence could offer some solace in the aftermath of her transgression.

After a while, Laila approached Rashi, her voice gentle and concerned. "Rashi, I’ve been looking for you. Amit had quite a few drinks and has passed out. We’ve moved him to a guest room on the second floor. It’s best if you both stay the night and leave in the morning after breakfast."

Rashi nodded, her mind still swirling with the events of the evening. She had no choice but to agree. Laila called for one of the lady servants, who guided Rashi to the room where Amit had been taken. The servant opened the door, revealing a lavish guest room adorned with exquisite paintings and expensive artifacts. The opulence of the room was almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to her turmoil.

Amit lay sprawled on a plush sofa, completely passed out. His breathing was deep and steady, oblivious to the world around him. Rashi walked over to him, gently shaking his shoulder. "Amit, wake up," she whispered, but there was no response. She tried again, a bit more forcefully, but he remained unconscious.

Sighing, Rashi turned her attention to the double bed in the center of the room. She sat down, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the hard floor she had been on earlier. The room was beautiful, with intricate artwork adorning the walls and elegant furnishings that spoke of luxury and taste. Yet, despite the beauty around her, Rashi felt a deep emptiness inside.

She looked at Amit, his peaceful face a reminder of the life they shared. She thought about the night’s events, the secret she now carried. The weight of her actions pressed down on her, filling her with guilt and confusion. She had always prided herself on being a devoted wife, but tonight she had crossed a line she never thought she would.

Rashi leaned back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The intricate designs and soft lighting did little to soothe her troubled mind. She thought of Qadir, his touch, and the passion they had shared. The memory of his hands on her body, his lips against hers, filled her with a mix of regret and an inexplicable longing. Her mind kept replaying the scene, the guilt intertwining with the remnants of desire.

She glanced back at Amit, who was still in a deep slumber, oblivious to the inner storm raging within her. She wondered what he would think if he knew the truth. Would he understand? Could he ever forgive her? The thought of losing him was unbearable, yet she couldn't deny what had happened.

As the night wore on, Rashi found herself torn between her love for Amit and the new, confusing feelings Qadir had awakened in her. She knew she had to find a way to come to terms with her actions, to understand why she had allowed herself to be swept away in the moment. The room's luxurious surroundings seemed to mock her inner turmoil, a reminder of the disparity between appearance and reality.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, Rashi finally lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over herself. She closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would bring some relief from her troubled thoughts.

[Hornytamilan23]

This is what they call at the heat of the moment. Is this casual in high society?

Fidel Castro claimed that he slept with more than 35000 women. Charlie sheen got HIV, fucking thousands of women. Warren Betty, Wilt chamberlain also claim to have tamed thousands of women.

Qadir is a Casanova, with a fetish for married women with mangalsutra, knows when to take a women. But what about Rashi? Is Qadir gonna adorn his harem with Rashi?

[qazmlp]

yes, heat of the moment does happen and in all levels of scociety.

[Shriya George]

Very nice update. Though she will have the second round and qadir will come to the room and fuck her till dawn knowing that her husband will never wake up for many hours

[Ananthukutty]

She cannot sleep unless the fire in her pussy is off.

Qadir should fuck her in the same bed Amit is sleeping making he beg to fuck more and more.

[masud93]

2nd round ka intezar

[Steven Rajaa]

Awesome narration

[NovelNavel]

Actually Rashi should get angry at her husband for not caring her whereabouts and behaving like a drunkard when he get drinks for free. Also, comparing with qadir, she understood, the person she had been so long is not a real man.

[xbiilove]

Niceeeeee