Adultery NAZRIN AN INNOCENT WIFE (With pics)

[Rahulf2p]

Yr update krdo Bhai waiting for update bro

[Playboy12]

Nice one keep going make her real sult

[zulfique]

Hot going. How these boys gonna turn her to a wholesome whore.

[Rahulf2p]

It's been 3 days bro.. please update we are eagerly waiting for it

[Cuckoldindian]

It's been 3 days bro.. please update we are eagerly waiting for it

Guys telax… got little busy, 4-5 chapters are ready will post them by tomo

[Tanvirapu]

good start

[Cuckoldindian]

UPDATE 3:

Her thumb hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed, "Guys, why did you join me in this group?" She sent the message and held her breath, waiting for their response. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity.
 
Muthu replied almost immediately, "Ma'am, we thought you might like some stress relief after the long day. You know, like what we talked about earlier." The smirk in his words was unmistakable, even through the screen.
 
Praveen's message came next. "Ma'am, this can be mutual," he wrote, sending a winking emoji that made Nazrin's heart race. She felt a warmth spread through her body, a mix of fear and excitement. Her mind reeled with the implications of their words. Was this really happening?
 
Taking a deep breath, she replied, "Guys, I appreciate your... concern. But I'm your teacher. We need to maintain professional boundaries." Her voice was firm, but her fingers trembled as she typed.
 
Muthu's response was quick, "Ma'am, we understand. But sometimes, teachers need to unwind too. And who knows better than us?" His message was accompanied by a playful smirking emoji, which only added to her discomfort.
 
Nazrin felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine. She knew she should be outraged, but the thrill of the situation was too potent to ignore. She typed back, "What do you mean by that?"
 
Praveen replied with a message that sent a shiver down her spine. "We know how to show a good time, Ma'am. Just tell us what you want, and we'll make sure you get it."
 
Nazrin's heart pounded as she read the message. The audacity of these young men was unnerving, yet the promise in their words was too tempting to ignore. "What exactly are you proposing?" she typed, her curiosity piqued.
 
Muthu's response was swift and direct. "Ma'am, we're suggesting that we can help you explore the pleasures you've been missing out on. It'll be our little secret."
 
Nazrin's eyes widened at the blatant proposition. The thought of having an affair with her students was scandalous, but the promise of fulfilling her newfound desires was too tempting to dismiss outright.
 
Her fingers hovered over the screen as she typed, "Ok then, only friends. Nothing more than that." She hit send, trying to convince herself she was in control. Yet, a part of her reveled in the thrill of the forbidden.
 
Praveen was the first to respond, his message simple: "Sure, Ma'am." Muthu's message followed, a single heart emoji that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Nazrin couldn't shake the feeling that she was playing with fire, but the warmth it offered was too alluring.
 
In the WhatsApp group, Muthu typed out his question, the screen lighting up with the digital inquiry: "Praveen, what are you doing?"
 
Praveen's response was almost instant, "Just masturbated to a new porn video, it was amazing." The casual admission sent a rush of heat through Nazrin's body, and she couldn't help but imagine the scene. The image of Praveen's muscular frame, his hand moving in swift strokes as he watched the screen, filled her mind. Her own hand strayed to her panties, the fabric damp with her own desire.
 
Muthu's reply came in a second later, "Wow, man, send me the video. I need to unwind too." The ease with which they discussed their sexual escapades was shocking, yet Nazrin felt a strange kinship with them. They were unapologetic in their pursuit of pleasure, something she had never experienced with Fahim.
 
Her phone vibrated again, and she looked down to see a new message from Praveen. "Here you go," he had sent a video file. She clicked on it, her heart racing as the video loaded. The screen filled with a man, his dark skin a stark contrast to the pale, wrinkled hand that wrapped around his thick cock. An older woman, her hair greying and her face lined with age, knelt before him, her mouth open wide.


 
Nazrin couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never watched such explicit content before, but something about it was captivating. The way the woman's mouth moved up and down, her cheeks hollowing with each bob, the noises she made as she took him deep into her throat, it was mesmerizing.
 
As if on cue, her phone buzzed again. "Mam, are you watching the video?" Muthu's message popped up in the group chat. She paused the video, her hand trembling. The question hung in the air, taunting her. Was it that obvious? Could they tell she was indulging in their shared secret?
 
Her mind raced, trying to compose a suitable response. Finally, she typed, "Yes, Muthu." The words felt like a confession, a declaration of her newfound wantonness. She sent the message with a sense of liberation, the walls of her marital cage crumbling with every keystroke.
 
"And I have a doubt, guys," she added, her curiosity piqued by the explicit content they had shared. The video had unlocked a door in her mind she had never known existed, and she was eager to explore further. She felt like a student herself, eager to learn the lessons of passion they were willing to teach.
 
Praveen's response was immediate. "Ma'am, be free and tell us what's the doubt," he typed, his words a gentle coax, inviting her to reveal her most intimate questions. The group chat was now a digital classroom where she was the eager pupil and they, the experienced teachers of carnality.
 
Her heart racing, Nazrin typed out her question. "How can one suck a man's dick? It's disgusting," she wrote, her innocence and curiosity intertwined in her shy query. She had never heard of such a thing, let alone considered it herself.
 
Praveen was quick to respond, his words painting a picture she had never imagined before. "Ma'am, it's the best feeling for a man, and some women like sucking a man's dick," he replied, his confidence unshaken by the explicit nature of the conversation.
 
Muthu chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. "Yes, Ma'am. And men also suck women's pussies. It's called cunnilingus, and it's heavenly for women."
 
Nazrin felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, yet she was unable to look away from the screen. Her curiosity had turned into a ravenous hunger for knowledge. She had never heard such words from Fahim, let alone felt him do such a thing to her. "Ma'am, you haven't sucked your husband's dick?" Muthu asked, his voice dripping with intrigue.
 
"Chi, no," she typed back, her voice echoing in the quiet apartment. She heard Fahim stirring in the bedroom, blissfully unaware of the scandalous conversation happening in the next room. The thought of him reading her messages sent a fresh wave of arousal through her.
 
Praveen's response was quick and cheeky. "Ma'am, what's your husband doing now?"
 
Nazrin's heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath and typed, "He is sleeping."
 
Muthu's response was swift and shockingly blunt. "Ma'am, now go to the bedroom and try sucking your husband's dick. I am sure you will like it."
 
Nazrin's eyes widened, and she felt a mix of horror and excitement at the suggestion. "But what if he wakes up?" she typed, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and anticipation.
 
Muthu's response was nonchalant. "Ma'am, just make sure you're gentle. He'll enjoy it even in his sleep."
 
Nazrin's heart was racing. The thought of performing such an act on Fahim was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never done anything like this before, but the words of Muthu and Praveen echoed in her mind, urging her to take the plunge. She knew she had to be quiet, not wanting to wake her husband.
 
With trembling hands, she slid the phone into her pocket and tiptoed to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit by the glow of the streetlight outside, casting a soft blue hue over Fahim's sleeping form. He lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. She felt a twinge of guilt, but it was overshadowed by the burning curiosity and desire that had taken over her body.
 
Carefully, she pulled back the blanket, revealing Fahim's dhoti-clad lower half. His cock was semi-erect, a slight curve visible through the thin fabric. She had never seen him in such a state of arousal before. With shaking hands, she reached out and touched the material, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do.
 
With a gentle tug, she pulled the dhoti away, exposing Fahim's nakedness to the cool air. His penis lay there, innocently, and she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension. This was new territory for her, a side of intimacy she had never explored. Slowly, she leaned down, her heart pounding in her chest.


 
Her first touch was tentative, her fingertips brushing against his shaft. He stirred in his sleep, and she held her breath, afraid of being caught. But he settled back down, and she took it as a sign to continue. She wrapped her hand around him, feeling the warmth and the softness of his skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
 
Her heart was racing as she leaned in closer, her mouth watering with a mix of nerves and excitement. She parted her lips and took him into her mouth, her eyes wide with wonder at the new sensation. At first, the taste was foreign and slightly bitter, but she persisted, her mind filled with the images from the pornographic videos she had secretly watched.
 
As she grew bolder, her movements grew more assured. She took him deeper, feeling the thickness of his cock against her tongue. Fahim moaned softly in his sleep, and she felt a thrill of power, knowing she was giving him pleasure that he had never experienced before. The idea of being the one to introduce him to such a taboo act was exhilarating, and she found herself sucking him faster, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in.
 
But then, she felt his hand on her head, gently pushing her away. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw Fahim looking at her with a mix of shock and confusion. He was awake, and she had been caught in the act. For a moment, she froze, her heart racing with fear of his reaction.
 
"Nazrin," he whispered, his voice hoarse with sleep and arousal. "What are you doing?"
 
Nazrin looked up, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. But she saw the hunger in Fahim's gaze, and something within her snapped. She knew she had to maintain the charade. She placed a finger to her lips, a silent plea for him to stay quiet, and then she gave him a small nod, urging him to lie back and enjoy the sensation. She didn't know if he understood, but she felt his hand slowly release the grip on her head, his body relaxing into the pillow.
 


Emboldened by his passive response, she took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head. She heard his breath catch in his throat, and she knew she had him. Her thoughts raced as she worked her mouth over his cock, her mind reeling with the power she held in her hands. Fahim had always been the one in charge, the one who set the pace, but now she was the one calling the shots.
 
Fahim's hands found their way to her hair, his grip tightening as she picked up speed. His hips began to buck slightly, and she knew he was close. She felt a thrill of excitement, knowing that she was the one bringing him to the edge. She had never felt so alive, so in control. The guilt of her earlier conversation with Muthu and Praveen melted away, replaced by a newfound sense of sexual agency.
 
Suddenly, she felt Fahim's cock swell in her mouth, and he let out a low groan. His warmth filled her mouth as he came, and she swallowed, the taste of him surprisingly pleasant. It was a mix of salt and musk, a flavor that she hadn't expected to enjoy but found oddly addictive.
 
Fahim's hand fell to the side of the bed, his breathing heavy. He mumbled, "Nazrin, thank you," his voice thick with sleep. He rolled over, pulling the blanket up to his chest, and within moments, his breathing evened out, indicating that he had fallen back to sleep.
 
Nazrin sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, tasting the lingering saltiness of Fahim's cum. To her surprise, she found that she liked it, the warmth and the texture of it leaving a strange sense of satisfaction in her mouth.
 
The adrenaline from her daring act coursed through her veins as she tiptoed out of the bedroom, her eyes glancing back at her sleeping husband. She couldn't believe what she had just done, but she couldn't deny the thrill of it either. It was a heady mix of power and excitement that she had never experienced before.
 
Settling into the couch in the dimly lit living room, Nazrin pulled out her phone, her trembling fingers typing out the message to Muthu and Praveen. "Boys, I DID IT," she wrote, her voice echoing with a newfound sense of liberation. She had crossed a line she never thought she would, and the thrill of it all was intoxicating.
 
Muthu was the first to respond, "Ma'am, Amazing." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a strange sense of pride at his approval. It was as if she had passed some sort of test, some secret rite of passage into a world she never knew existed.
 
Praveen's message followed quickly, his curiosity evident in his words. "Ma'am, Please explain the details. How did you do it?" Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. The thrill of sharing such intimate details with her students was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Nazrin took a deep breath and began to type, her words a confession of her newfound knowledge. "I started slow, with just my fingertips," she wrote, her voice low and sultry, even through the digital medium. "I felt his warmth, his hardness growing beneath my touch." She paused, her eyes glazed over with the memory of her exploration. "Then, I leaned in and took him into my mouth," she continued, her voice getting bolder with each word. "At first, it was strange, but I liked it."
 
Her thumbs danced over the keyboard as she recounted her experience. "I used my tongue to explore his length, swirling it around his tip," she shared, the graphic detail painting a vivid picture for Muthu and Praveen. "He tasted salty, but it was surprisingly pleasant." Her heart raced as she remembered the moment of his climax. "When he was close, I took him deep, and he filled my mouth," she wrote, the excitement palpable in her words. "I swallowed it all, feeling it slide down my throat."
 
Their responses were a flurry of emojis and eager questions. "Ma'am, that's so hot," Muthu replied, his excitement palpable through the screen. "How did he react?"
 
Nazrin felt a strange thrill as she typed out her reply. "He was asleep at first," she said, her voice filled with the excitement of her clandestine adventure. "But he woke up and enjoyed it. He thanked me," she added, a small smile playing on her lips as she remembered his sleepy gratitude.
 
Muthu's response was swift and cheeky. "Ma'am, you're a natural," he wrote, his words a balm to her nerves. The screen lit up with a series of fire and heart emojis, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his words.
 
Nazrin's cheeks burned with embarrassment as she read Muthu's message. "Hey Naughty boy," she replied, trying to keep the conversation light despite the gravity of what had just occurred. The thrill of their interaction was intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly awaiting their next message.
 
Muthu didn't disappoint. "Ma'am, I know you liked it," he wrote, a knowing smile in his words. "Your husband is a lucky man."
 
Nazrin felt a warmth spread through her body at the compliment, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. "Thank you, guys," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "You've really helped me understand what brings him pleasure."
 
Muthu's response was simple but effective. "No problem, Ma'am," he said, his message filled with a sense of satisfaction. The line of communication had shifted, the power dynamics in their relationship taking on a new form.
 
Praveen's message, however, sent a thrill of excitement through her. "Ma'am, tomorrow when you come to college, please wear your sari low on your hips, revealing a bit of your skin." The request was bold, but she found herself eager to comply.
 
Muthu chimed in, his words adding to the tension. "And leave your blouse open at the back, just enough for us to see the curve of your back." Nazrin felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought.
 
Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before she hit send, the words feeling like a declaration of war against the confines of her marriage. "Ok guys, for you both, tomorrow I will do as you say." The message sent, she couldn't believe what she had just promised. But the excitement was too much to resist.
 
The house grew quiet as she returned the phone to the charging dock and tiptoed back to bed. Fahim was still asleep, blissfully unaware of the storm of desire and deception that had just swept through their lives. She slid under the covers and lay beside him, her heart racing as she thought of the day to come.

[Cuckoldindian]

sry for the delay guys....

had to change the story line.  

I've decided to make Nazrin a hottest wife and teacher. Before she begins her affair.

If any suggestion. Let me know in comments

[SanjuR]

Nice update and concept. Please continue.
I think she covers her body in class and once class is over then she takes special class to these two boys and shows her dress that how they requested.
As it's new to her she will feel little comfort only when the crowd is less I feel
Can make the dress more sultry like instead of blouse she can wear bra type thin blouse or bikini top like once where it covers only some part of her boobs and tempt them .

Will update for next episode ...

[Firemoon]

sry for the delay guys....

had to change the story line.  

I've decided to make Nazrin a hottest wife and teacher. Before she begins her affair.

If any suggestion. Let me know in comments

. Can you make the guys make her do things like be take class with her blouse buttons undone inside her pallu eventually later her being in class without bra with the undone buttons, lower her sari in her hips than what she usually, get her to take a crowded public transport where the boy's breath down her neck and physically touch her. 

[Firemoon]

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[Firemoon]

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[Firemoon]

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[Rahulf2p]

Amazing update bro

[tomdickharry2024]

Super update sir!

[Rangushki]

Awesome

[Gandhi krishna]

Excellent update of teacher learning sex lessons from students and practicing
Normally m&lim woman wear burka and very traditional. The woman in this story is projected differently.

[jiivajothii]

Super sexy update

[veeravaibhav]

Transformation is superb.

[Firemoon]

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