Adultery In the Shadow of Diplomacy: A Tale of Temptation

[Sarvesh Siva]

Rashi loves her husband. Qadir should make her understand that Amit is not a right pair for her. He is weakest man on earth to satisfy any woman needs. He should make her hate Amit, only then she will come back to him again and again.

[Ananthukutty]

Rashi is going to become slave of Circumcized monster.

Qadir will leak his juices on the face of drunken husband and humiliate him in front of Rashi.

She is longing for another long fuck in bed. Cant wait to read

[Samadhanam]

Superb

[Arul Pragasam]

Super friend

[masud93]

waiting for more fun

[hansrayka]

awesome,plz continue

[untamable_rohini]

Qadir was mesmerized by the sight before him. The dim light in the room cast a soft glow on Rashi's fair skin, making the red nighty she wore stand out even more vividly. The delicate fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her figure in a way that was both alluring and captivating.

"Rashi," Qadir breathed, his voice filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. He took a step closer, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

Rashi stood still, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Qadir's reaction. His gaze was intense, filled with an unmistakable hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the heat of his presence, the magnetic pull drawing them closer together.
Qadir reached out, his fingers grazing the silky fabric of her night dress. "You look... exquisite," he murmured, his voice low and husky. His touch was gentle, yet it sent sparks of electricity through her body. "This color suits you perfectly."

Rashi's breath hitched as his fingers trailed along the neckline of her nighty, the sensation both thrilling and terrifying.

She tried to steady herself, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "Qadir, I..." she began, but her words faltered under the weight of his gaze.

Rashi felt a lump in her throat, Qadir leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "I know this is difficult for you, Rashi," he said softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "But you deserve to be cherished, to feel truly desired."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she had long suppressed. Her mind raced, torn between the guilt of betraying Amit and the overwhelming desire that Qadir awakened in her.

Qadir's hand moved to cup her cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. "You have to decide everything right now, life never gives such chances again" he whispered, his lips just inches from hers.

In that moment, Rashi felt herself teetering on the edge of a precipice, the choice before her both thrilling and terrifying. She closed her eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she fought to regain control of her emotions.

"Qadir, I... I don't know what to do," she admitted, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Qadir's thumb brushed against her lower lip, his touch sending waves of heat through her body. "Just be honest with yourself, Rashi," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "What do you truly want?"

His question hung in the air, heavy with significance. Rashi knew the answer, but admitting it to herself was a different matter entirely. She opened her eyes, meeting Qadir's intense gaze

Her resolve wavered, the pull of her emotions and the magnetic allure of Qadir's presence becoming impossible to resist. She took a deep breath, her decision made, and leaned in, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both hesitant and filled with longing.

Qadir responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, a fiery exchange that left them both breathless. Rashi felt a surge of desire, her body responding to Qadir's touch in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying.
As their kiss broke, Qadir's eyes were filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. "Rashi," he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion. "You are extraordinary."

Rashi's heart pounded in her chest, the weight of her decision settling over her. She knew the path she was choosing was fraught with complications, but in that moment, the pull of Qadir's presence was too strong to deny.
Rashi shivered slightly in the chilling night air, her body exposed more than half to Qadir. Her breasts, partially visible, bore the fresh bruises he had left on them earlier, now darkening from their original red hue. Qadir leaned in, his lips gently brushing against one of the bruises.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly, his tone seductive and filled with an odd mixture of concern and desire. "I'm sorry, Rashi."
Her hands pressed against his chest, a feeble attempt to keep him at bay, but she tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering closed, savoring the delicate touch. The conflicting signals were not lost on Qadir.

"You don't have to be sorry," she murmured, her voice a blend of reluctance and longing.
Qadir took this as a hint and moved further, his hands gliding along her body. As her hands fell away from his chest, a clear sign of surrender, he felt a surge of triumph and lust.

"Rashi," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, "you're so beautiful. Even more so when you let go."

Despite her exhaustion from their earlier encounter, Rashi felt a renewed energy coursing through her, driven by the intense arousal Qadir's touch ignited within her. Her long, open hair cascaded over the pillow as she tilted her head back further, looking like a delicate doll in Qadir's hands.

He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the bed with ease. She remembered how Amit had once tried to lift her, only to end up with back spasms. The contrast was stark and stirred something deep within her.

Qadir came over her, their eyes locking in an intimate gaze. "Rashi," he breathed, his voice heavy with desire, "you're mine tonight."
She swallowed hard, her heart racing. "Qadir... this is... I don't know..."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Don't think, just feel," he murmured. "Let yourself go."

Her body responded instinctively, arching toward him, craving the touch and the connection. Qadir's hands roamed over her, caressing her curves with a possessive tenderness.

"I can't resist you," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of guilt and desire. "I should, but I can't."

Qadir's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "You don't have to resist," he said softly. "Tonight, just be with me. Forget everything else."

Rashi felt her resolve crumbling, her body surrendering completely to the sensations he was stirring within her. She let out a soft moan as his lips found her bruises again, this time kissing them with a gentleness that made her heart ache.

"Qadir," she breathed, her hands finding their way to his shoulders, holding on as if for dear life. "Make me forget."

Rashi's nighty had ridden up to her thighs, exposing the smooth expanse of her legs. Qadir's eyes, filled with a potent mix of passion, lust, and dominance, bore into hers, casting a spell that made her heart race and her resistance crumble.

In her early thirties, Rashi was at the peak of her sensuality. She was a woman whose beauty and grace had always commanded attention, from the admiring glances in college to the lingering stares wherever she went. She had relished that attention, to a point, but her heart had always belonged to Amit. She had maintained her composure, her dignity, always aware of her social status, her family, and the life she had chosen.

But tonight, in the span of a few hours, the restraints she had placed on herself for so long had snapped. The part of her that had always yearned for more, the hidden desires she had suppressed, had taken over. She wasn't just Rashi, the composed wife and woman of society. She was a woman in the throes of desire, needing an alpha male to quench the heat that consumed her.
The intensity of Qadir's presence, the authority in his demeanor, had unlocked something primal within her. The aura he exuded, the command he held over her, had shattered her carefully constructed composure. The loyal wife, always mindful of her limits, had spread her legs for a man from another race and another country, driven by a need she couldn't deny.

Qadir leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Rashi," he murmured, his voice a seductive growl. "You want this. You need this."
Her body responded to his words, arching towards him, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She was torn between the guilt of her betrayal and the undeniable pull of her desire. Her womb ached, her body craving the dominant seed she had never admitted to wanting.

"Qadir," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and longing. "I... I can't..."

He silenced her with a kiss, deep and demanding, his hands roaming over her exposed flesh. "You can," he murmured against her lips. "Tonight, you are mine."

Rashi's mind raced, thoughts of Amit and her past composure fleeting as the heat between her legs intensified. She had always been the center of male attention, always the one to draw admiring looks and respectful nods. But this... this was different. This was raw, unfiltered desire, and it consumed her.

"Yes," she breathed, her hands clutching at Qadir's shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "Yes, Qadir."

In the heat of the moment, Rashi found herself uttering words she never thought she would say. "I want to see you completely," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation and forbidden desire.

Qadir's eyes darkened with lust as he obliged her request, shedding his clothes slowly, deliberately, until he stood before her in all his naked glory. This was the first time Rashi had seen him so intimately, and her eyes widened as they took in the sight of his cock, fully exposed and circumcised. It was different from Amit's, and she remembered hearing about this from her friends but never imagining she would see it for herself.

Her initial reaction was an urge to hold it, to feel its weight and heat in her hands, but her gaze flickered over to Amit, still passed out on the sofa. A pang of guilt momentarily froze her, but the pull of desire was too strong. She hesitated only for a moment before moving closer to Qadir. Instead of grabbing him, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his shaft, tasting him tentatively.

Her eyes moved lower to his balls, marveling at their smoothness and the way they hung heavily between his legs. This was something she had only seen in porn, something she had never imagined she would be doing. The sight and feel of him were intoxicating, a mix of the exotic and the forbidden.

Qadir watched her with a smug satisfaction, knowing the effect he had on her. His mixed heritage of Iranian and Afghani descent had given him a physical superiority that he wielded with confidence. His hygiene and the natural shine of his skin only added to his allure, making Rashi's experience all the more intense.

As she continued to explore him with her lips and hands, Qadir let out a low groan of approval. "You like what you see, don't you, Rashi?" he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

Rashi didn't answer with words. Instead, she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, and nodded slowly. She was captivated by his presence, by the sheer masculinity of him. She was a woman possessed, her earlier reservations swept away by the waves of desire crashing over her.

Qadir's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her gently but firmly. "Then take all of me," he commanded, his voice a soft growl. "Show me how much you want this."

She opened her mouth wider, taking him deeper, her lips and tongue working over his smooth, circumcised flesh. The act felt surreal, an intersection of her hidden fantasies and her current reality. Amit's presence in the room added a layer of illicit thrill to the encounter, heightening her arousal to a fever pitch.

Qadir's breathing grew heavier, his control slipping as Rashi's mouth worked its magic. "That's it," he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "You're doing so well, Rashi. Keep going."

Her hands moved up to his hips, steadying herself as she increased her pace, taking him deeper, her own arousal building with each passing moment. She was no longer just Amit's wife, the composed and dignified woman she had always been. She was a lover, a seductress, a woman exploring the depths of her own desires.

Rashi's mouth worked diligently over Qadir's length, her tongue swirling around the head before moving down to his balls, caressing them with soft, deliberate strokes. Despite her best efforts, she found herself unable to take his entire length into her mouth. Qadir groaned with pleasure, savoring the sight and feel of her lips and tongue worshiping him.

"Come to me in your natural beauty," Qadir commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Rashi, trembling with anticipation, replied softly, "Do it yourself."

With a predatory gleam in his eyes, Qadir moved to undress her. His fingers brushed against her skin as he lifted the nightdress over her head, revealing her bare shoulders and then her full, round breasts, still marked by the bruises he had left earlier.

As the nightdress slipped over her hips, Rashi stood completely naked except for her mangalsutra, the symbol of her marriage. Qadir's gaze roamed over her body, taking in every curve and contour. He stepped back slightly, wanting to take in the full view of her beauty.
"Stand up on the bed," he instructed, his voice soft but firm. "I want to savor you."

Rashi complied, her heart pounding as she rose to her feet on the bed, her body fully exposed to him. She was a vision of sensual perfection. Her skin was incredibly fair, glowing in the dim light of the room. Her breasts were full and firm, perfectly round with rosy nipples that stood erect under his gaze. They were big yet held a natural firmness that defied gravity.

Her waist tapered elegantly, giving way to curvaceous hips and a butt as round and enticing as a bubble. It was the kind of ass that could make men turn their heads and lose their breath. Her thighs were smooth and toned, leading down to legs that were shapely and strong. Every inch of her was meticulously maintained, her skin completely free of any body hair, adding to the allure of her flawless form.

Qadir's eyes traveled from her feet back up to her face, lingering on her most intimate areas. Her pussy, still glistening slightly from their earlier encounter, was perfectly shaved, the lips tight and inviting. The sight of her standing there, completely naked save for the mangalsutra, was intoxicating.

He reached out to touch her, his hands caressing her breasts, then moving down to her waist and hips. "Like a goddess coming to life."
Rashi shivered under his touch, the mixture of the cool room and his warm hands sending waves of arousal through her. She tilted her head back, her long hair cascading down her back, her eyes closed in pleasure. The feelings of guilt and desire warred within her, but in that moment, her desire won out.

Qadir's hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her. "Your skin is so soft, so perfect," he said, his voice thick with admiration. "I could worship you forever."

Rashi opened her eyes and looked down at him, her own lust mirrored in his gaze. "Then do it," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with need. "Make me feel everything."

Qadir's lips trailed a path down Rashi's neck, his kisses soft and deliberate, igniting a fire on her skin. He kissed her shoulders, her collarbone, and continued downward, taking his time to savor every inch of her. His hands roamed freely, caressing her full, firm breasts, squeezing them gently before taking one nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it, eliciting soft moans from Rashi as she arched her back, pushing herself closer to him.

He continued his descent, his mouth traveling down her flat stomach, his tongue tracing lazy circles around her navel. Rashi's breathing grew heavier, each exhale a sigh of pleasure. Qadir's hands slid down her hips, over her smooth, hairless skin, and then back up to her breasts, which he massaged with a firm but tender touch.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with desire. "I could kiss you forever."

Rashi bit her lip, a shiver running through her at his words. She felt his breath hot against her lower abdomen as he moved even lower, kissing his way to her inner thighs. He paused, looking up at her with a wicked grin.

"Tell me, Rashi," he said, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of her thighs. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Rashi, her voice breathless with anticipation, nodded. "Yes, Qadir. Please, make me feel good."

Qadir chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. "As you wish, my beautiful goddess."

He parted her thighs gently, his mouth finding her most intimate place. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, and Rashi gasped, her hands gripping the bed sheets. Qadir licked and sucked on her pussy, his tongue working in slow, deliberate movements that drove her wild. He found her clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Rashi's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his mouth as she rode the waves of pleasure he was giving her. "Oh, Qadir," she moaned, her voice trembling. "That feels so good. Don't stop."

Qadir's response was a deep, satisfied growl as he continued to devour her, his tongue moving faster, his lips sucking harder. He slid a finger inside her, curling it to hit just the right spot, and Rashi cried out, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal.

"Yes, just like that," she panted, her eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. "Don't stop, Qadir. I'm so close."

Qadir added another finger, pumping them in and out of her while his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. Rashi's moans turned to screams of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached her peak. The orgasm hit her hard, a wave of intense pleasure that washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Qadir didn't stop, not until he had wrung every last bit of pleasure from her. Only then did he pull back, his face glistening with her juices, a satisfied smile on his lips. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust.

"Did you enjoy that, my sweet?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

Rashi, still catching her breath, nodded. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "That was amazing."

Qadir climbed back up her body, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. "Good," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

Rashi's eyes widened, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Qadir," she said, her voice trembling. "I want you inside me. I need you."

Qadir's smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "As you wish, Rashi. But first, I want to savor every inch of you."

He kissed her again, his hands exploring her body, leaving no part of her untouched. His lips trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts, where he sucked and nibbled on her nipples, making her moan with pleasure. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach, over her hips, and back to her inner thighs, where he kissed and licked her sensitive skin.
Rashi's body trembled with anticipation, her skin on fire from his touch. She knew she should stop him, that she should resist, but the pleasure was too intense, the need too overwhelming. She was lost in the moment, her mind a haze of desire.

Finally, Qadir moved back up her body, positioning himself between her legs. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with lust and dominance. "Are you ready for me, Rashi?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Rashi nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes, Yes… oh god, yes…Qadir," she said, her voice a whisper. "I'm ready." her body arching towards him.

Their movements became more frantic, the room filled with the sounds of their passion. Qadir’s powerful thrusts drove them both for each other. It was like beauty and the beast personified. Qadir turned Rashi around, guiding her gently but firmly until she was on all fours, her back arched enticingly. He trailed soft, lingering kisses along her neck and down her smooth, spotless back, his lips worshipping every inch of her.

"You look even more beautiful like this," he murmured against her skin, his voice a deep, seductive growl. "So perfect, so ready for me."
Rashi shivered at his words, a mix of anticipation and desire coursing through her. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps as Qadir positioned himself behind her. She could feel the heat of his body, the anticipation building as he teased her entrance with the head of his cock.

"Are you ready for me, Rashi?" he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

"Yes... please, Qadir... I need you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

He pushed in slowly, savoring the way her body welcomed him, her tightness enveloping him inch by inch. Rashi moaned deeply, her hands gripping the sheets as he filled her. The sensation of his thick, hard cock stretching her from behind was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that made her gasp.

"You feel incredible," Qadir groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he began to move. "So tight, so wet... you're perfect."
Rashi's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. The way Qadir's cock filled her completely, the way his hands held her hips with such possessive strength, it was overwhelming. She felt herself surrendering completely to the pleasure, her body responding to his every thrust.

"Harder, Qadir... I need it harder," she begged, her voice a desperate plea.
Qadir obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more insistent. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the slap of skin against skin, their moans and gasps mingling in the air. Qadir's hands roamed over her body, one hand reaching around to fondle her breasts while the other held her steady.

"You're mine tonight, Rashi," Qadir growled, his voice rough with need. "Say it."

"I'm yours, Qadir... all yours," she panted, her body moving to meet his thrusts. "Make me feel it."

He drove into her harder, his thrusts relentless, each one pushing her closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Rashi," he commanded, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you cum around my cock."

With a final, powerful thrust, Rashi's orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Qadir continued his powerful rhythm for what felt like an eternity, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Rashi’s body. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sound of their heated passion. After around ten minutes, he felt the need to change the angle and intensity.

“Come on top, Rashi,” Qadir instructed, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see you ride me.”

Rashi, still in a haze of pleasure, obeyed. She moved to straddle him, her legs trembling slightly as she positioned herself over his thick, hard cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her once again. The sensation was different, deeper, and it sent shivers of pleasure through her entire body.

Qadir watched her with a hungry gaze, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. “You look so beautiful, Rashi. Ride me like you own me.”

She began to move, her hips rolling and grinding against him, finding a rhythm that sent sparks of ecstasy through both of them. Qadir’s hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves, squeezing her ass, and moving up to her breasts. He leaned in, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.

“Oh, Qadir,” Rashi moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders for support. “You feel so good.”

He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth. The sensation was almost too much, pushing Rashi closer to the edge once again. She increased her pace, riding him harder, her body moving instinctively.

“Don’t stop, Rashi,” Qadir groaned against her skin. “You’re amazing. Keep going.”

Rashi’s movements became more frantic, her body chasing the peak of pleasure that was just within reach. Qadir’s hands guided her hips, helping her move faster, deeper, driving both of them towards their climax. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pressure mounting with each thrust.

“I’m so close, Qadir,” she panted, her voice a desperate plea. “I’m going to cum.”

“Cum for me, Rashi,” he encouraged, his voice thick with lust. “I want to feel you explode around me.”

With one final, powerful thrust, Rashi’s orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with intense pleasure. She cried out, her inner walls clenching tightly around Qadir’s cock, milking him as she came. The sensation pushed Qadir over the edge as well, and with a deep groan, he spilled his seed inside her, their bodies trembling together in mutual release.

For a few moments, they stayed like that, their breaths mingling, their bodies still joined. Qadir gently caressed her back, his touch tender and soothing.

“You were incredible, Rashi,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Rashi, still catching her breath, looked down at him with a mix of emotions in her eyes. “Neither have I, Qadir. That was… amazing.”

As they lay together, catching their breaths, the reality of their actions began to sink in. The room was filled with the heady scent of their passion, mingling with the cool, crisp air from the air conditioning. Rashi’s body felt electrified, every nerve ending still tingling from the intensity of their encounter. She had never experienced anything like this before; her body was simultaneously exhausted and yearning for more.

Qadir gently traced his fingers along her back, a soft, soothing touch that contrasted sharply with the ferocity of their lovemaking.
“You’re incredible, Rashi,” he said softly, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”

Rashi, her mind still reeling from the waves of pleasure, turned to look at him. “I never thought… I didn’t know it could be like this,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “With Amit, it was always… different.”

Qadir smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. “Sometimes, it takes the right person to unlock those hidden desires,” he said. “You’re a passionate woman, Rashi. You deserve to feel this way.”

As the minutes ticked by, they found themselves drawn to each other again. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, and before long, they were lost in each other once more. Qadir’s stamina seemed endless, his desire for her insatiable. They made love again and again, each time exploring new depths of pleasure. Rashi was amazed by his strength, his ability to bring her to the brink of ecstasy repeatedly. She had never imagined a man could possess such sexual stamina.

“You’re a beast, Qadir,” she said breathlessly after their third round, her body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

He chuckled softly, pulling her close. “And you, Rashi, are a goddess,” he replied, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and affection. “I could never get enough of you.”

Rashi’s mind wandered to Amit briefly, a pang of guilt tugging at her heart. But as Qadir’s hands roamed over her body, all thoughts of guilt were washed away by the overwhelming desire that consumed her. She had never felt so alive, so desired.

The night wore on, and they continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Each touch, each kiss, sent them spiraling into new realms of pleasure. By the time they finally collapsed in exhaustion, the first light of dawn was creeping through the windows.

Rashi lay beside Qadir, her body spent but her mind buzzing with the thrill of what had transpired. She had never felt so satisfied, so utterly fulfilled. It was as if Qadir had awakened something deep within her, a primal, powerful desire that she hadn’t known existed.

After their intense lovemaking sessions, Qadir and Rashi lay entwined in each other's arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The room was filled with the soft glow of early dawn, casting a serene light on their exhausted yet satisfied bodies.

As Qadir gently caressed Rashi’s hair, he noticed her eyelids growing heavy. She was on the verge of falling asleep, her body spent from the night's activities. He leaned in and whispered softly, “Rest now, my beautiful Rashi.”

She gave a small nod, her eyes fluttering shut as she succumbed to the fatigue. Qadir carefully disentangled himself from her embrace, not wanting to wake her. He stood up quietly, gathering his clothes from the floor and dressing quickly. He knew he needed to leave before Amit woke up. Qadir took one last look at Rashi, her figure serene and peaceful on the bed, her mangalsutra gleaming softly against her skin. He felt a pang of something—was it regret?—but pushed it aside. With silent footsteps, he made his way to the door, opening it just enough to slip through without making a sound.

As he closed the door behind him, he was met by the lady servant who had confirmed Amit’s deep sleep. “Make sure everything appears normal,” he instructed her in a low voice. “And ensure no one disturbs them until morning.” The servant nodded obediently, and Qadir turned to leave, moving swiftly and quietly down the hallway.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Rashi stirred slightly in her sleep, her body instinctively seeking the warmth that had just left her side. She muttered Qadir’s name softly, a faint smile playing on her lips as she drifted deeper into slumber.

Hours passed, and the morning sun began to brighten the room. Amit, still on the sofa, began to stir. He groaned softly, rubbing his eyes and trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the effects of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. As he sat up, his eyes fell on Rashi, still asleep on the bed, her nightdress slightly askew.

“Rashi?” he called out softly, his voice hoarse. He stood up, stretching and walking over to her. Gently, he touched her shoulder. “Rashi, wake up.”

Rashi’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she looked confused. The events of the night came rushing back, and she quickly composed herself. “Amit… you’re awake,” she said, her voice filled with a forced calmness.

Amit nodded, looking around the room. “What happened? Why are we still here?”

Rashi sat up, smoothing down her nightdress. “You drank a lot last night and passed out. Laila suggested we stay here until morning,” she explained, her voice steady. “You were out cold, so I stayed with you.”

Amit rubbed his temples, trying to remember. “I don’t recall much… just bits and pieces.”

Rashi forced a smile. “It’s alright. Let’s just get ready and head home.”

As Amit moved towards the bathroom, Rashi glanced at the door, her heart racing. The night had been a whirlwind, and she knew that the consequences of her actions would follow her. But for now, she had to maintain her composure and navigate the morning with Amit without arousing suspicion.

Little did she know that this was just the beginning of a complicated web of emotions and secrets that would unfold in the days to come.

[qazmlp]

wow... That passionate night and the incredible sex!!! U deacribed it so sensually and elegantly.

[jiivajothii]

Excellent update

[zulfique]

Rashi has developed emotional bonding with Qadir. She cannot live/sleep without him.
She cannot feel Amit cock inside her hereafter. Moreover, Qadir has filled her womb multiple times and she would definitely have become pregnant.

[hansrayka]

bhai maza aa gata Rashi ko Qder se pregnant kerwao aur us se nikah kervao

[AjitKumar]

Excellent update

[Dumeelkumar]

Why qadir after fucking her hard and making her moan and groan leaving the room slowly as if he is worried about Amit. After all amit works for him and he is a useless wimp.

Qadir should fuck Rashi in front of Amit and show that he does not deserve a wife like her.
Waiting to see how life changes for Rashi.

[Bigil]

The real first night of Rashi is over. She is a complete woman now.

[xavierrxx]

What an update man !!!!

[hansrayka]

Amit ko cuckold bano aur uske samne Rasji ko chudvao

[Manikandarajesh]

Looks like Qadir men had given some drugs to Amit to make him unconscious. Even in her first night with Amit, she would not have been this satisfied and happy. Moreover, she is not a virgin at that time. After more than five rounds, she cannot get up and walk.Will amit notice the love bites of qadir in her body. extremely hot update. Wish you shud have made her lose ass virginity to him. Does laila aware of these incidents. Will Qadir visit her home when Amit leave to office. Finally poor Amit must be returning india alone losing his wife to a M man.

[Projectmp]

Amazing erotic update

[Kam1nam2]

Chod dala sali chut ko
Kisi shadi shuda chut ko yadi koi paraya admi dam se chod de to kutiya rand ban jati he
Uska Bhosda lode ke liye tadpne lagta he

[veeravaibhav]

Awesome