Adultery NAZRIN AN INNOCENT WIFE (With pics)

[Rajiv45]

Make it very slow like this bro.let the boys seduce her slowly in each scenarios..Excellent update bro.One of the best story currently in xossip.I wish you would update daily after this.Hoping for an update tomorrow bro, Really excited broo.

[Goddy]

Suggestion for next updates
1) Special class for Muthu, praveen,Arun(Dont forget him) during evening.
2) College annual Day
3) Sending videos at night to nazrin, and Muthu and praveen asks questions from that video next day, hot chat between them
4) Muthu and Praveen buying and giving Transparent sarees to nazrin asking her to wear and come for college
5) Gifting navel hip chain for nazrin
6) Doubt clearing session Voice call between nazrin and Muthu and Nazrin and praveen.(Boys slowly seducing her)
7)Tuition classes to Muthu and Pravin at nazrin's home,During the end of each class, They three watch a porn video
8) Muthu and Praveen calling Nazrin and asking her to moan by saying their names and imagine them..( making her to believe that it will enhance her experience with Fahim..)
9) """After the end of tuition class, Muthu , pravin and Nazrin sitting beside each other, Muthu started to play recoreded sounds of Nazrin moaning """ and Muthu and Pravin Getting horny and Commenting in a sexy way to Nazrin and seducing the homely Nazrin..
THESE ARE SOME OF THE SUGGESTIONS HOPE U LIKE IT BROTHER...

[Goddy]

10) One day at the end of College classes, During the special class Muthu and Pravin explained Nazrin how to give a blowjob by licking her fingers..She got horny..
11) Muthu played a porn video and asked nazrin to Suck his Fingers so that she will get more experience
12) Slowly Muthu and pravin started sending porn videos that are related to Young boys fucking Married woman.She is getting new feeling and she started to imagine Muthu and pravin in her desires..
THESE ARE SOME OF THE SUGGESTIONS...HOPE U LIKE IT BROTHER...

[magneticpersonality]

(1) More of exhibitionism & seduction in college

(2) Include Truth or Dare Game

(3) Challenge her not to wear inner wears to college

(4) As part of Truth or Dare game, get her groped by Muthu/Praveen while taking class, without the knowledge of other students

[Yesudoss]

nice one. the step by step change of heroine to bitch in heat is very hot

[Gojo 6eyes]

Story is dope bro.
Let her explore.
Go with the flow no need to overthink.

[Goddy]

Eagerly Expecting next update today bro...Make it slow bro let nazrin to explore with the boys

[Rohan455]

Hi bro...Excellent update from you bro...I think you will update daily hereafter bro.It will be very nice if you post next update today bro.Hoping for ur reply

[Devil0085]

Erotic update Though small but worth it..kindly tell the timing of next update.Can we expect the next update today bro..?

[NovelNavel]

Will the boys share the videos of their masturbation and nazrin floored by seeing their size and girth of their monster dicks.

[Hellboy987]

Cant wait for next update bro.Let the Boys muthu and pravin slowly seduce her.When will be the next update?

[Joseph Rayman]

Erotic update

[Darkman56]

Best story currently in Xossipy...Very very hot update..Pls update fast bro your fans are waiting..

[Akkyy]

Hot erotic update bro..Please upload Next update today bro.Kind request..Move it slowly

[Cuckoldindian]

10) One day at the end of College classes, During the special class Muthu and Pravin explained Nazrin how to give a blowjob by licking her fingers..She got horny..
11) Muthu played a porn video and asked nazrin to Suck his Fingers so that she will get more experience
12) Slowly Muthu and pravin started sending porn videos that are related to Young boys fucking Married woman.She is getting new feeling and she started to imagine Muthu and pravin in her desires..
THESE ARE SOME OF THE SUGGESTIONS...HOPE U LIKE IT BROTHER...

Good suggestions. I will take them into considerations. Arun is one character i will not forget.

[Cuckoldindian]

Best story currently in Xossipy...Very very hot update..Pls update fast bro your fans are waiting..

Will try my best to upload it by today evening. If its not possible. tomorow for sure will upload it

[Goddy]

Thanks bro..Looking for an erotic update by today evening brother...

[Rahull006]

Will try my best to upload it by today evening. If its not possible. tomorow for sure will upload it

Fantastic Bro..Waiting for ur reply...It would be nice if u Update by today evening bro.Give the best update for ur fans.

[Cuckoldindian]

Update 6:

The shrill ring of the alarm pierced the quiet, jolting Nazrin back to reality. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, the room coming into focus. The bed beside her was cold and empty, the imprint of Fahim's body already fading into the mattress. She could hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, the hiss of the water on the tiles.
 
With a sigh, she pushed herself up, her naked body feeling alien and exposed in the early morning light. She slid out of bed, the cold floor tiles against her feet sending a shiver up her spine. Her eyes fell on the phone, the screen dark and silent on the bedside table. She picked it up, her thumb hovering over the message thread with Muthu and Praveen.
 
The notifications taunted her, their words playing over and over in her mind. "Your moans are heavenly, ma'am," Praveen had written, his excitement palpable. "It was the best wank I've ever had," Muthu had added, his message filled with a raw hunger that sent a thrill through her.
 
Nazrin's cheeks burned as she read the messages again, her hand shaking slightly. She had never felt so desired, so powerful. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. She took a deep breath, the scent of her own arousal still lingering in the air. "Thank you," she typed, her voice shaky. "It was... intense."
 
The silence that followed was deafening. Her mind raced with the implications of their request. A salwar kameez that showed off her curves, a dhupatta that revealed a hint of cleavage. It was a daring choice, one that would surely turn heads. But it was the "for us" that sent a shiver down her spine. They wanted her to dress for them, to be an object of their desire.
 
Her hand hovered over the screen, unsure of what to type. She felt a strange mix of emotions: fear, excitement, and a thrill she hadn't felt in years. Finally, she composed a response. "Ok," she wrote, her voice firm. "But remember, this is just for today." It was a flimsy attempt at setting a boundary, but she knew deep down that she had already crossed a line.
 
Muthu and Praveen's replies were swift, their excitement palpable through the digital wall. "Thank you, ma'am," Muthu responded, his text filled with gratitude. "You're going to look so hot."
 
Praveen's message was a simple affirmation. "Yes, ma'am, we're counting on you."
 
The conversation left Nazrin feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't quite name. Excitement, fear, and a strange sense of obligation swirled in her gut as she set the phone aside and climbed out of bed. She didn't bother with clothes, letting the cool air kiss her bare skin as she padded into the kitchen. The apartment was silent, save for the distant hum of the refrigerator and the sound of Fahim's shower.
 
As she moved through the kitchen, her eyes fell on the stove, the pots and pans a blur. The idea of cooking breakfast naked was something she had never done before, but the thrill of it all made her feel alive. She pulled out the ingredients for a simple meal, her eyes glancing over her shoulder at the bedroom door.

 
 
Fahim emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Nazrin?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and surprise. She turned to face him, her nakedness a declaration of the newfound power she had discovered within herself.
 
"Good morning," she said, her voice a soft purr. "I thought I'd make us breakfast." She walked towards the kitchen, her hips swaying with a confidence she had never felt before.
 
Fahim stood there, the towel barely containing his shock. "But... why are you naked?" he stuttered, his eyes roving over her body, taking in the curves that had been hidden from him for so long.
 
Nazrin turned to face him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. her voice a seductive whisper. "For you." She leaned against the kitchen counter, her breasts pressing against the cool marble, the nipples standing erect. She watched as his gaze followed the line of her body, his eyes lingering on the triangle of hair between her legs.
 
Fahim's eyes widened, and he took a step back, his towel threatening to slip. "Naz...what's gotten into you?" His voice was hoarse, filled with a mix of confusion and arousal.
 
Nazrin just winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just felt like trying something new," she said, her voice a sultry purr. She turned back to the stove, her bare ass wiggling slightly as she stirred the pot of sambar.
 
Fahim's eyes followed her every move, his heart racing. He had never seen her like this, so openly sexual, so... powerful. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside her, and he wasn't quite sure he recognized the woman before him. But he couldn't deny the effect she was having on him. His cock grew hard, straining against the fabric of his towel.
 
Nazrin glanced over her shoulder, catching his gaze in the mirror. She smirked, enjoying the show she was putting on. She knew he was watching, and she reveled in the power it gave her. The sizzle of the dosas on the pan was the only sound in the room, a stark contrast to the cacophony of emotions that filled the air.
 
Fahim remained frozen, his eyes glued to her body as she moved with a grace and confidence that was as surprising to him as it was to her. She had never felt so alive, so in control. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," she called out over her shoulder, her voice filled with a sultry promise that had him swallowing hard.
 
With a flick of her wrist, she slid the dosas onto a plate, the sizzle of the hot oil mingling with the aroma of the spicy sambar. She placed the food on the table, the clatter of the dishes a stark contrast to the heavy silence that hung between them. "Eat," she said, her voice a command. "I'll be back."
 
Fahim nodded, still in a daze, as Nazrin sashayed out of the kitchen, her naked form leaving an imprint on his retina.
 
In the bathroom, Nazrin stepped under the warm spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the sweat and the guilt. She felt alive, more alive than she had in years. The water caressed her skin as she lathered herself, her thoughts drifting to the group chat and the images of Muthu and Praveen that filled her mind. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of their eyes on her, their desire for her.
 
As she stepped out of the shower, the cold air hit her like a slap, sending goosebumps racing across her skin. She wrapped herself in a towel. The salwar kameez she had chosen lay on the bed, the fabric whispering to her like a siren's call. She slipped it on, the material clinging to her curves in a way that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable.
 
The mirror in the bedroom reflected her image back at her, and she couldn't help but admire herself. The salwar hugged her waist, the kameez tight around her breasts, the neckline just low enough to hint at the treasures beneath. She picked up the dhupatta, a soft whisper of fabric that she dbangd around her neck and chest, careful to cover her cleavage. It was a dance of modesty and seduction that she had never performed before.
 
 
As she stepped into the living room, the light from the open door cast a warm glow across the space. Fahim was already dressed and ready to leave for work. He glanced up from his phone, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Wow, Naz," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You look... amazing."


 
Nazrin felt a thrill at his words, the power of her newfound allure wrapping around her like a warm embrace. She gave him a coy smile, turning slightly so that the light caught the curve of her hip. "Thank you," she said, her voice a soft purr. "It's just something different."
 
Fahim's eyes roved over her, his hand reaching out to trace the edge of the dhupatta. "You don't have to wear that for me," he murmured, his voice filled with desire.
 
Nazrin stepped back, a playful smile on her lips. "Oh, but I am," she said, her voice teasing. "It's just that I won't be wearing it when you get back from the office." She watched the hunger flicker in his eyes, the unspoken promise of what awaited him later in the day.
 
Fahim's hand fell away, and he took a step back, his eyes still glued to her. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice thick with curiosity and desire.
 
Nazrin winked at him, her fingers tracing the neckline of her kameez. "You'll see," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But now, you're going to be late for work, and I have a lecture to get to." She turned away from him, the fabric of her salwar whispering against her skin as she sashayed towards the door.
 
 
Fahim stared after her, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips. He knew he was in for a long day at the office, his thoughts consumed by what awaited him that evening. With a final look of longing, he grabbed his briefcase and followed her out, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
 
He straddled his bike, his eyes never leaving her as she locked the door and stepped out into the sunlit street. The engine roared to life, and he tore his gaze away with a start, throwing a leg over the bike and kicking it into gear. As he drove away, he couldn't help but feel like he was leaving a part of himself behind.
 
Nazrin watched him go, a smug smile playing on her lips. She felt a strange thrill knowing that she had the power to affect him so. The cool breeze kissed her bare shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine. She began her walk to the college, her steps firm and confident. The fabric of her salwar whispered against her legs with every stride, the soft rustle a siren's song to the men and women who passed her by.
 
Her eyes met the hungry gazes of the young and old, their eyes devouring her in a way that would have once made her blush and shrink away. But not today. Today, she walked with the confidence of a woman who knew she was desired. She felt the weight of their stares, but instead of shying away, she reveled in it, her chin held high, her shoulders back.
 
 
As she approached the college gates, she spotted Muthu and Praveen, lounging against the brick wall, their eyes fixed on her like predators watching their prey. They grinned when they saw her, their eyes dropping to the swell of her breasts and the way the fabric clung to her hips but was disappointed looking her dupatta covering her cleavage. She felt a thrill at the openness of their desire, a hunger that mirrored her own.
 
Mr. Srinivasan, the department head, stopped her in the hallway, his eyes lingering on her for a moment too long. "Good morning, Nazrin," he said, his voice a smooth caress. "You're looking quite... different today."
 
Nazrin felt a thrill at his scrutiny. She knew she looked different, she felt different. "Thank you," she replied, her voice a soft purr. "I just felt like mixing things up a bit."
 
Mr. Srinivasan's eyes swept over her, his gaze lingering on the curve of her waist. "Well, it's certainly working for you," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "Your students will be quite... inspired."
 
Nazrin felt a thrill at his words, her power over the men around her growing with every second. "I hope so," she replied, her smile coy. "It's important to keep things fresh, don't you think?"
 
Mr. Srinivasan's eyes twinkled, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Indeed, it is," he said, his breath warm against her neck. "Your... approach to teaching is always quite... refreshing."
 
 
 
Nazrin felt a thrill at his words, the hint of innuendo not lost on her. "Sir, I have a class to attend to," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "Please excuse me."
 
Mr. Srinivasan's gaze lingered for a moment longer before he nodded, his eyes dark with understanding. "Of course," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Don't keep them waiting."
 
Nazrin turned away from him, her hips swaying with an exaggerated grace as she walked down the hallway. She could feel his eyes on her, the weight of his stare like a physical touch. The doors to her classroom swung open, and she stepped inside, the scent of chalk and textbooks a stark contrast to the heady aroma of desire that clung to her skin.
 
The room fell silent as the students took in her transformation. The whispers and giggles that had filled the space just moments before died away as she made her way to the front of the room. She could feel their eyes on her, the heat of their gazes like a thousand tiny suns. Muthu and Praveen sat in the back, their expressions unreadable, but she knew what they were thinking.
 
Her heart raced as she looked at them, the dull ache of their disapproval a stark contrast to the electric thrill that had been coursing through her since she had sent the recording. She had wanted to push the boundaries, to give them what they had asked for, but she had held back, playing the demure wife and teacher to the letter.
 
 
"Good morning, class," she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her chest. She knew that the dbanging of the dupatta was deliberate, a silent rebellion against their control. "Today, I want you to write an essay on the last lecture."
 
The students murmured to each other as they pulled out their notebooks and pens, their eyes flicking up to her face before returning to their work. Nazrin moved through the rows of desks, her footsteps echoing in the quiet room. She felt the weight of their gazes on her, a potent mix of curiosity and lust. She stopped at Muthu and Praveen's desk, leaning in close "Why are you guys looking sad?" she whispered, her voice a soft caress. "I dressed like you suggested."
 
Muthu's eyes met hers, a spark of mischief in his gaze. "Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice low. "But your dupatta is covering your...cleavage."
 
Nazrin's smile grew wider, the power of her newfound sexuality pulsing through her veins. "Once the class is over," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, "come to the staff room." She straightened up, the fabric of her dupatta shifting slightly, revealing a hint of what lay beneath.


 
The room grew quiet as she made her way to the front of the class, the sound of scribbling pens and rustling pages the only noise to break the silence. Her eyes scanned the room, lingering on the faces of Muthu and Praveen. They were both furiously scribbling in their notebooks, but she knew their thoughts were far from the essay.
 
 
Nazrin felt a thrill at the knowledge that she had the power to distract them so completely. She leaned against the podium, the fabric of her salwar hugging her curves. "Alright, class," she said, her voice a soft purr. "You have an hour to complete your essays. Afterward, I'd like to see Muthu and Praveen in the staff room."
 
The room buzzed with anticipation as the students began to write, their eyes flicking up to her every few moments. She knew Muthu & Parveen were wondering what was going to happen in the staff room, the whispers of their thoughts like a siren's call in her ears. The clock ticked away the minutes, each second feeling like an eternity.
 
Finally, the bell rang, the sharp sound slicing through the air like a knife. The students groaned, the spell of the classroom broken. "Your homework is to read the next chapter," Nazrin announced, her voice still carrying that seductive lilt. "I expect to see you all tomorrow, ready to discuss it."
 
Once the last student had slipped out the door, Nazrin took a deep breath, the fabric of her dupatta sticking to her damp skin. She had never felt so exposed, so... alive. She straightened her kameez, the fabric whispering against her body as she made her way to the staff room.
 
The hallway was empty, the only sound the distant echo of closing doors. She felt a strange sense of freedom, as if the very walls of the college were holding their breath in anticipation. She pushed open the door to the staff room, the scent of stale coffee and old books hitting her like a wall.
 
Nazrin stepped inside, the soles of her sandals slapping against the cold tile floor. The room was a stark contrast to the bustling energy of the classroom, the silence almost deafening. She let out a sigh, her chest rising and falling with the heavy fabric of her kameez.
 
With trembling hands, she unpinned her dupatta, letting it fall to the floor like a discarded shield. The cool air of the room kissed her bare neck and shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine. The fabric of her kameez clung to her damp skin, the neckline dipping slightly to reveal the tops of her breasts. She sat down at her desk, the chair groaning under her weight.
 
The silence in the staff room was deafening, a stark contrast to the cacophony of desire that had been her morning. The only sound was the tick of the clock on the wall, each second echoing like a heartbeat. She picked up a pen, her fingers toying with it as she waited, the anticipation making her stomach flutter like a trapped bird.
 
The door to the staff room creaked open, and she tensed, her heart racing. But it wasn't Muthu and Praveen who stepped inside. It was Arun, the bright student with the shy smile and piercing gaze. His eyes widened when he saw her, the dupatta pooled at her feet like a discarded mask.
 
Without losing her cool, Nazrin smiled at him and said, "Arun, please take my dupatta from the floor." Her voice was a soft command, the smile on her lips a siren's beacon. He moved towards her, his eyes never leaving her bare neck and shoulders, the fabric of his shirt sticking to his chest with his own sweat.
 
He picked up the fabric, the softness of the material whispering against his fingertips. He held it out to her, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and curiosity. "Thank you," she murmured, taking it from him with a grace that made his heart race. She placed it on her desk, the fabric a stark reminder of the barrier she had willingly dropped.
 
"Now, tell me, Arun," she said, her voice a silken purr. "Do you have any... doubts?" The question hung in the air, heavy with meaning. It was a challenge, a test of his resolve, and she watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat.
 
He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from her face to her chest and back again. "Ma'am," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I wanted to ask you something." His gaze remained steadfastly on her cleavage, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
 
Nazrin leaned forward slightly, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her kameez. "Yes, Arun?" she prompted, her voice a soft purr. The action was deliberate, a silent invitation for him to indulge in his curiosity. She watched his pupils dilate, the hunger in his gaze unmistakable.


 
"Ma'am," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I have an exam next month. All my classmates are taking tutions." He paused, his eyes flicking from her face to her chest and back again. "Since my father cannot afford tution, can you take tutions for me?" His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but he held her gaze, his expression earnest.
 
Nazrin felt a thrill of power at his request, the innocence of his proposal belying the sexual tension that crackled between them. She leaned back in her chair, her breasts straining against the fabric of her kameez. "And what would you offer in return, Arun?" she asked, her voice a soft purr. "It's quite a generous offer."
 
Arun's eyes darted to her chest again before returning to her face, his voice thick with desire. "I... I can do anything, ma'am," he said, his hands clutching the fabric of his own shirt. "I'll clean your house, I'll help with chores, anything you want."
 
Nazrin's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She knew she had him in the palm of her hand, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. "Arun," she said, her voice a gentle reprimand. "You don't have to do all that. I was just teasing you." She leaned back in her chair, the fabric of her kameez stretching taut across her breasts. "But if you really need the help, I'll be happy to tutor you."
 
Arun's relief was palpable, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Thank you, ma'am," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her face. "I really do need the help."
 
Nazrin nodded, her smile warm and genuine. "It's no problem, Arun," she said, her voice soothing. "Education is important, and I'm here to help you." She took out her phone, the sleek device a stark contrast to the dusty chalkboard behind her. "Give me your number, and I'll call you once I've set the timings for our sessions."
 
Arun's eyes lit up with relief, and he rattled off his number, his voice trembling slightly. He watched as she keyed it in, his gaze lingering on her cleavage as she leaned in, the fabric of her kameez stretching with the movement. She knew he was looking, and she didn't bother to hide her amusement. It was a heady feeling, this power she held over him.
 
Once he had left, the door clicking shut behind him, Nazrin leaned back in her chair, her heart racing. She couldn't believe what she had just done. But the thrill of it, the power she had felt, was undeniable. She had never been one to flaunt her body, but today, it was a weapon, a tool to get what she wanted.
 
The minutes ticked by, each second stretching into an eternity as she waited for Muthu and Praveen. Her thoughts were a jumble of desire and anticipation, her body tingling with the memory of Arun's hungry gaze. When the door to the staff room finally opened, she looked up, expecting to see the two of them saunter in with their usual confidence.
 
it was Muthu and Praveen, their smiles wild and knowing as they took in the sight of her sans dupatta. The room felt smaller with them in it, the air thick with their musky scent and the unspoken promise of what was to come. They approached her desk, their eyes never leaving her bare neck and the swell of her breasts. She felt a sudden rush of heat between her legs, the fabric of her kameez sticking to her damp skin.
 
Nazrin leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving theirs as she let her legs cross and uncross, the motion pushing her breasts up and together. "So, guys," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "This is what you wanted, right?" She watched as their smiles grew wider, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable.
 
Muthu took a step closer, his eyes dropping to the plunging neckline of her kameez. "Ma'am," he said, his voice low and gruff with desire. "You have no idea what we want."


 
Nazrin's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She had been waiting for this moment, craving the validation and power that came with their desire. "Tell me," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "What do you want?"
 
Praveen stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ma'am," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're looking hot and sexy, Ma'am." The words hung in the air, a declaration of their intent. Nazrin felt a shiver run down her spine, the thrill of their open admiration sending a rush of heat to her core.
 
Her eyes dropped to their crotches, the bulges in their pants unmistakable. The sight of their arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and desire that had her pulse racing. She knew that she had them in the palm of her hand, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. "what is it?" she asked, her voice a soft purr pointing at their crotch.
 
Muthu's grin grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ma'am," he said, his voice a low rumble, "It's just your... presence. It's doing things to us."
 
Nazrin felt a thrill of power at their words, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She leaned forward, her breasts threatening to spill out of her kameez. "Is that all?" she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
 
Praveen took another step closer, his hand dropping to the bulge in his pants. "Ma'am," he said, his voice a whispered challenge. "Do you want to touch it?" His finger traced the outline of his erection, the fabric of his trousers tenting with the force of his arousal.
 
Nazrin's breath hitched, her eyes locked on his hand. She felt a rush of desire so intense it was almost painful. "No," she said, her voice firm despite the tremble in her chest.  She knew the risks of what they were doing, the line they were crossing. But the thrill of it, the power she held over them, was too much to resist.
 
Muthu and Praveen exchanged a disappointed look, their smiles slipping away. "Ma'am," Muthu began, his voice a low whine of protest. "We just wanted..."
 
Nazrin's eyes narrowed, the power of her new role in their dynamic thrumming through her veins. "What?" she prodded, her voice a sweet blend of innocence and challenge. "What do you want from me?"
 
Muthu took a step closer, his voice a desperate whisper. "Ma'am, at least can we hug you?" His eyes searched hers, the hunger in them unmistakable. Praveen nodded in silent agreement, his hand still resting on his erection.
 
Nazrin felt a thrill at their desperation, the power of her refusal intoxicating. She tapped her fingers against the desk, the sound echoing in the silent room. "Ok," she finally said, her voice a sweet concession. "Just hug."
 
Muthu's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving hers as she stood up and made her way towards him. She felt a shiver of anticipation as he opened his arms, and she stepped into his embrace. His arms wrapped around her, his hands sliding down to her hips, the warmth of his touch searing through the fabric of her kameez. Her breasts pressed against his chest, the beat of his heart a wild tattoo against her skin.
 
For the first time in her life, Nazrin was hugging a man other than her husband. The sensation was foreign and thrilling, a delicious mix of taboo and desire. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his embrace wash over her. His face nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. She felt his erection pressing against her stomach, and a strange feeling of power surged through her.


 
Muthu's hands were firm on her hips, his grip tightening slightly as he pulled her closer. His breath was ragged, and she knew he was fighting the urge to kiss her, to claim her fully. But she held firm, her eyes still locked on Praveen's, a silent challenge. Praveen's eyes were dark with desire, his own erection straining against his pants. She could feel his gaze on her, his hunger palpable.
 
Nazrin stepped out of Muthu's embrace, her heart racing as she moved to stand in front of Praveen. His eyes were on her, watching her every move with the intensity of a hawk eyeing its prey. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly as she placed it on his chest. His heart hammered beneath her palm, the beat a wild rhythm that matched her own.
 
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. His erection pressed against her thighs, the heat of it searing through the fabric of her salwar. It was a deliberate move, a silent declaration of his desire. She could feel his hands on her hips, his grip firm as he held her in place, his breath hot against her neck.

 
Nazrin's eyes fluttered closed, the scent of him surrounding her, a heady mix of musk and sweat. She felt the soft brush of his lips against her neck, the gentle pressure sending a shiver down her spine. It was a small kiss, a mere whisper of what he wanted, but it was enough to make her knees weak. Her hand slid up his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she leaned into his embrace.
 
Praveen's grip tightened, his hands sliding around her waist to hold her firmly against him. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice a low growl. "Ma'am," he murmured, his words sending a delicious shiver down her spine. "You're driving us crazy."
 
Nazrin leaned into the embrace, her body responding to the raw need in his voice. She felt his erection pressing against her thighs, the fabric of her salwar the only barrier between them. It was a heady feeling, this power she held over him, a power she had never felt with Fahim. With a soft sigh, she broke the hug, her eyes never leaving his.
 
Muthu and Praveen stepped back, their chests heaving with desire. "Thank you, ma'am," they murmured in unison, their eyes never leaving her face. They were like puppets on a string, dancing to the tune of her whims. Nazrin felt a thrill of satisfaction at their obedience. She knew she had them wrapped around her finger.
 
"Ma'am," Muthu said, his voice filled with reverence. "You're the most beautiful woman we've ever seen."
 
Praveen nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah, Fahim sir is a lucky man."
 
Nazrin took a deep breath, the thrill of their words filling her chest. "Thank you guys," she said, her voice a soft purr. "So, any more suggestions for me to try anything new with my husband?"
 
Muthu and Praveen exchanged a knowing glance, the air in the room crackling with unspoken promises. "Ma'am," Praveen began, his voice a whisper of temptation. "We'll discuss and get back to you on the phone."
 
Nazrin felt a rush of excitement at the thought of their eager planning, their young minds working overtime to fuel her desires. "Alright," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "I'll be waiting."
 
They both nodded, their smiles wicked as they backed out of the staff room, their eyes never leaving hers. As the door clicked shut behind them, she felt a sudden emptiness, the room now cold and lifeless without their presence. But she knew this was just the beginning. They had given her a taste of the power she held, and she was greedy for more.
 
Nazrin picked up her dupatta from the floor, the fabric a silent reminder of the barrier she had crossed. She wrapped it around her neck, the softness of the material a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had just filled the room. With trembling hands, she pinned it in place, the simple act feeling like a declaration of war.
 
With renewed resolve, she sat back down at her desk, the wood cool against her skin. The scent of her own desire lingered in the air, mingling with the stale coffee and books. She took a deep breath, willing her heart to slow down, her mind to focus.

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