22-08-2024, 09:10 PM
Sorry guys..
No update tomo..
Next update SATURDAY NOON. See u all…
No update tomo..
Next update SATURDAY NOON. See u all…
Adultery NAZRIN AN INNOCENT WIFE (With pics)
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22-08-2024, 09:11 PM
Nice story. And great setup to make this into a major series. Pls avoid following the other stories like 'Dhika' etc and make this unique. Good luck... and eagerly waiting.
22-08-2024, 09:31 PM
23-08-2024, 08:21 AM
Tantalizing update. 2 days to be liberated
23-08-2024, 08:53 AM
Ultra hot seduction story!!!
Suggesting to go slow more
Suggesting to go slow more
24-08-2024, 11:30 AM
Hello writer, sent you pm check inbox
24-08-2024, 08:22 PM
bro today update will come ????
25-08-2024, 06:15 PM
UPDATE 10:
But then she remembered. Two days alone meant two days of unbridled freedom, two days to explore the desires she had kept locked away for so long. A mischievous smile began to play on her lips as she picked up her phone. Her heart raced as she scrolled through her contacts, her thumb hovering over Arun's name. She called him.
"Arun," she breathed into the receiver when he answered, her voice a seductive purr. "Please come to my house for tuitions."
The line was silent for a moment, the anticipation thick and palpable. "Ok, Ma'am," he finally said, his voice a gruff whisper. "I'll be there in 30 minutes."
Nazrin's heart raced as she ended the call, the thrill of what she was about to do setting her blood on fire.
With a newfound sense of urgency, she moved through the house, shedding her clothes as if shedding the last vestiges of her old life. Each piece fell to the floor, forgotten, as she stepped into the bathroom. The cool tiles against her bare feet were a stark contrast to the heat of her body, her skin flushed with anticipation.
Under the pulsating spray of the shower, she allowed herself to revel in the sensation of the water cascading over her skin, washing away the sweat and the guilt of the day. She took her time, her hands gliding over her body, rediscovering every curve and plane. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples sensitive to the touch of her fingertips, and she knew that the evening would bring more pleasure, more passion than she had ever experienced.
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a soft towel, the fabric clinging to her wet skin like a second layer. She studied herself in the mirror, her eyes lingering on the dark triangle between her legs, the apex of her desire. With a sly smile, she reached into her lingerie drawer, her hand lingering over the lacy thongs and silk stockings. But she chose something different, something that screamed of her newfound power.
Her fingertips brushed against the cool fabric of a blue padded bra, the kind that would make her breasts look fuller and more tantalizing. The color was bold, a stark contrast to the white blouse she had chosen. It was a declaration of war against the dullness of her marriage, a declaration that she was ready to claim what she deserved. She slipped it on, the padding adding an extra layer of confidence, the underwire digging into her flesh just enough to remind her of the seductive armor she now wore.
Next, she pulled out a white shirt, the material thin and almost transparent, the buttons a delicate line down the center. She knew that the slightest movement would reveal the lacy cups of her bra, and the thought made her pulse race with excitement. The neckline was low, framing her cleavage like a precious jewel, inviting the eyes of any who dared to look.
The skirt she chose was short, the fabric a whisper against her skin as she slid it over her hips. It ended just above her knees, leaving a tantalizing expanse of thigh that she knew would drive Arun wild. She had never worn anything so daring before, but today was different. Today she was the seductress, the one in control of her own destiny.
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The doorbell rang, a sharp and insistent sound that sliced through the quiet of the house. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of excitement. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for.
Nazrin took a deep breath, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The anticipation was delicious, a sweet agony that made her mouth water. She pulled the door open, and there he was: Arun, her eager student, his eyes scanning her body with a newfound confidence. He held his books against his chest, the leather satchel slung over his shoulder, the picture of innocence and youth. But she knew better.
He stepped inside, his gaze lingering on her legs, the thin fabric of her skirt revealing more than it concealed. She watched as his eyes traveled upward, taking in the swell of her breasts, the hint of lace that peeked out from her shirt. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Ma'am," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. He set his books down on the coffee table, the sound of the leather slapping against the wood a declaration of intent. His eyes never left hers as he approached, his steps deliberate and sure.
Nazrin felt a shiver run down her spine as he closed the distance between them, his presence a living, breathing testament to the passion that had been building within her for so long. The living room, once a stage for their innocent tutoring sessions, now pulsed with the promise of something far more intimate.
With a graceful movement, she sat down beside Arun on the couch, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the smooth, bare skin of her thighs. She watched his eyes widen as they took in the sight, his pupils dilating with lust. "My legs are hurting," she said, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to hang in the air like a siren's call. "Since too much work."
Arun didn't miss a beat. He leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers, and placed her legs on his muscular thighs. The warmth of his skin against hers was electric, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. "Ma'am," he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper, "I'll massage your legs." His hands began to move, the touch firm and sure, his thumbs pressing into the tension that had built up from her day of walking in heels.
Nazrin's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned back into the couch, letting out a soft sigh. The fabric of her skirt was a soft caress against her skin, the friction of his pants against her legs an intoxicating reminder of his nearness. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing the outline of her calves with a tenderness that belied the fiery passion she knew lay just beneath the surface.
Her breath hitched as Arun's hands began to move higher, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh just above her ankles. His movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke a silent promise of what was to come. The warmth of his palms was a stark contrast to the coolness of the marble floor, the heat building a delicious tension that coiled in her belly.
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Nazrin's eyes remained closed, her body swaying to the rhythm of his touch. His fingers traced the soft skin of her legs, his gentle pressure a silent question that she was all too eager to answer. When his hand reached the hem of her skirt, she bit her bottom lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for her permission, and she felt a thrill of power surge through her.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she allowed the fabric to inch higher, her bare skin exposed to his view. His eyes widened, the pupils dark and hungry, and she felt a flush of excitement at the effect she had on him. His hands resumed their journey, his touch growing bolder as he moved higher, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above her knees.
Her body responded of its own accord, letting out a small moan that seemed to echo through the quiet room. The sound was like a match to dry tinder, igniting a fire within her that had been smoldering for so long. Arun's eyes snapped to hers, the hunger in them unmistakable, and she knew that the moment she had been craving was finally here.
His hands continued their ascent, his palms sliding higher up her thighs, his touch growing bolder with each inch of skin revealed. The fabric of her skirt was a mere barrier now, a flimsy shield that did nothing to hide the wetness that had pooled between her legs. The anticipation was agonizingly sweet, a delicious torment that made her entire body quiver with need.
And then it happened. Without warning, her body arched off the couch, a keening cry escaping her lips as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced crashed over her. Her eyes flew open, meeting Arun's shocked gaze as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. His hands stilled on her thighs, his breathing ragged as he watched the passion play out on her face.
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The room was silent except for the sound of her breathing, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax. Her legs trembled, muscles still spasming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Arun's eyes were wide, his pupils dilated with a mix of lust and amazement. He had never seen a woman come so hard from just a leg massage, and the power he felt was intoxicating.
Nazrin looked down at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with desire. "Thank you, Arun," she managed to say, her voice still thick with pleasure. She sat up straight, sliding her legs off his thighs, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her skin. He watched as she adjusted herself, the fabric riding up even higher, revealing more of her creamy thighs.
He swallowed hard, his own need pulsing through him. "Ma'am," he began, his voice strained, "can I use the bathroom?"
Nazrin's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "For what?" she purred, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to coil around him like a velvet noose.
Arun's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "Ma'am," he croaked, "for taking piss." His eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet hers. The tension in the room grew thick, a palpable force that seemed to pulse in time with the racing of their hearts.
Nazrin's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. She could feel the charge in the air, the raw desire that pulsed between them. "Of course," she purred, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to coil around him. "The bathroom is just down the hall."
Arun nodded, his cheeks still flushed. He stood awkwardly for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a deep breath, he turned and began to walk down the hallway, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the house. The anticipation was exquisite, a heady cocktail of fear and excitement that made her heart race.
As he reached the bathroom door, she called out, her voice a seductive purr. "If you want to piss, use the bathroom," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "If you want to do something more than that, do it in front of me."
But then she remembered. Two days alone meant two days of unbridled freedom, two days to explore the desires she had kept locked away for so long. A mischievous smile began to play on her lips as she picked up her phone. Her heart raced as she scrolled through her contacts, her thumb hovering over Arun's name. She called him.
"Arun," she breathed into the receiver when he answered, her voice a seductive purr. "Please come to my house for tuitions."
The line was silent for a moment, the anticipation thick and palpable. "Ok, Ma'am," he finally said, his voice a gruff whisper. "I'll be there in 30 minutes."
Nazrin's heart raced as she ended the call, the thrill of what she was about to do setting her blood on fire.
With a newfound sense of urgency, she moved through the house, shedding her clothes as if shedding the last vestiges of her old life. Each piece fell to the floor, forgotten, as she stepped into the bathroom. The cool tiles against her bare feet were a stark contrast to the heat of her body, her skin flushed with anticipation.
Under the pulsating spray of the shower, she allowed herself to revel in the sensation of the water cascading over her skin, washing away the sweat and the guilt of the day. She took her time, her hands gliding over her body, rediscovering every curve and plane. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples sensitive to the touch of her fingertips, and she knew that the evening would bring more pleasure, more passion than she had ever experienced.
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a soft towel, the fabric clinging to her wet skin like a second layer. She studied herself in the mirror, her eyes lingering on the dark triangle between her legs, the apex of her desire. With a sly smile, she reached into her lingerie drawer, her hand lingering over the lacy thongs and silk stockings. But she chose something different, something that screamed of her newfound power.
Her fingertips brushed against the cool fabric of a blue padded bra, the kind that would make her breasts look fuller and more tantalizing. The color was bold, a stark contrast to the white blouse she had chosen. It was a declaration of war against the dullness of her marriage, a declaration that she was ready to claim what she deserved. She slipped it on, the padding adding an extra layer of confidence, the underwire digging into her flesh just enough to remind her of the seductive armor she now wore.
Next, she pulled out a white shirt, the material thin and almost transparent, the buttons a delicate line down the center. She knew that the slightest movement would reveal the lacy cups of her bra, and the thought made her pulse race with excitement. The neckline was low, framing her cleavage like a precious jewel, inviting the eyes of any who dared to look.
The skirt she chose was short, the fabric a whisper against her skin as she slid it over her hips. It ended just above her knees, leaving a tantalizing expanse of thigh that she knew would drive Arun wild. She had never worn anything so daring before, but today was different. Today she was the seductress, the one in control of her own destiny.
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The doorbell rang, a sharp and insistent sound that sliced through the quiet of the house. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a rush of excitement. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for.
Nazrin took a deep breath, her hand hovering over the doorknob. The anticipation was delicious, a sweet agony that made her mouth water. She pulled the door open, and there he was: Arun, her eager student, his eyes scanning her body with a newfound confidence. He held his books against his chest, the leather satchel slung over his shoulder, the picture of innocence and youth. But she knew better.
He stepped inside, his gaze lingering on her legs, the thin fabric of her skirt revealing more than it concealed. She watched as his eyes traveled upward, taking in the swell of her breasts, the hint of lace that peeked out from her shirt. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
"Ma'am," he murmured, his voice a hoarse whisper. He set his books down on the coffee table, the sound of the leather slapping against the wood a declaration of intent. His eyes never left hers as he approached, his steps deliberate and sure.
Nazrin felt a shiver run down her spine as he closed the distance between them, his presence a living, breathing testament to the passion that had been building within her for so long. The living room, once a stage for their innocent tutoring sessions, now pulsed with the promise of something far more intimate.
With a graceful movement, she sat down beside Arun on the couch, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal the smooth, bare skin of her thighs. She watched his eyes widen as they took in the sight, his pupils dilating with lust. "My legs are hurting," she said, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to hang in the air like a siren's call. "Since too much work."
Arun didn't miss a beat. He leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers, and placed her legs on his muscular thighs. The warmth of his skin against hers was electric, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. "Ma'am," he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper, "I'll massage your legs." His hands began to move, the touch firm and sure, his thumbs pressing into the tension that had built up from her day of walking in heels.
Nazrin's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned back into the couch, letting out a soft sigh. The fabric of her skirt was a soft caress against her skin, the friction of his pants against her legs an intoxicating reminder of his nearness. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers tracing the outline of her calves with a tenderness that belied the fiery passion she knew lay just beneath the surface.
Her breath hitched as Arun's hands began to move higher, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive flesh just above her ankles. His movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke a silent promise of what was to come. The warmth of his palms was a stark contrast to the coolness of the marble floor, the heat building a delicious tension that coiled in her belly.
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Nazrin's eyes remained closed, her body swaying to the rhythm of his touch. His fingers traced the soft skin of her legs, his gentle pressure a silent question that she was all too eager to answer. When his hand reached the hem of her skirt, she bit her bottom lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for her permission, and she felt a thrill of power surge through her.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she allowed the fabric to inch higher, her bare skin exposed to his view. His eyes widened, the pupils dark and hungry, and she felt a flush of excitement at the effect she had on him. His hands resumed their journey, his touch growing bolder as he moved higher, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just above her knees.
Her body responded of its own accord, letting out a small moan that seemed to echo through the quiet room. The sound was like a match to dry tinder, igniting a fire within her that had been smoldering for so long. Arun's eyes snapped to hers, the hunger in them unmistakable, and she knew that the moment she had been craving was finally here.
His hands continued their ascent, his palms sliding higher up her thighs, his touch growing bolder with each inch of skin revealed. The fabric of her skirt was a mere barrier now, a flimsy shield that did nothing to hide the wetness that had pooled between her legs. The anticipation was agonizingly sweet, a delicious torment that made her entire body quiver with need.
And then it happened. Without warning, her body arched off the couch, a keening cry escaping her lips as the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced crashed over her. Her eyes flew open, meeting Arun's shocked gaze as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. His hands stilled on her thighs, his breathing ragged as he watched the passion play out on her face.
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The room was silent except for the sound of her breathing, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax. Her legs trembled, muscles still spasming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Arun's eyes were wide, his pupils dilated with a mix of lust and amazement. He had never seen a woman come so hard from just a leg massage, and the power he felt was intoxicating.
Nazrin looked down at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with desire. "Thank you, Arun," she managed to say, her voice still thick with pleasure. She sat up straight, sliding her legs off his thighs, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her skin. He watched as she adjusted herself, the fabric riding up even higher, revealing more of her creamy thighs.
He swallowed hard, his own need pulsing through him. "Ma'am," he began, his voice strained, "can I use the bathroom?"
Nazrin's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "For what?" she purred, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to coil around him like a velvet noose.
Arun's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "Ma'am," he croaked, "for taking piss." His eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet hers. The tension in the room grew thick, a palpable force that seemed to pulse in time with the racing of their hearts.
Nazrin's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. She could feel the charge in the air, the raw desire that pulsed between them. "Of course," she purred, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to coil around him. "The bathroom is just down the hall."
Arun nodded, his cheeks still flushed. He stood awkwardly for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a deep breath, he turned and began to walk down the hallway, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the house. The anticipation was exquisite, a heady cocktail of fear and excitement that made her heart race.
As he reached the bathroom door, she called out, her voice a seductive purr. "If you want to piss, use the bathroom," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "If you want to do something more than that, do it in front of me."
25-08-2024, 06:18 PM
I know its a small update.
Sry fr that.
Tomo will be a big update. And the first affair fuck for nazrin..
Who should fuck her first… comments
Sry fr that.
Tomo will be a big update. And the first affair fuck for nazrin..
Who should fuck her first… comments
25-08-2024, 07:46 PM
25-08-2024, 10:09 PM
Already muthu and praveen has done that in ECE hall. Now time for Arun to show his dick. Let her decide whose dick is big and needed for a itching pussy first. Definitely these young men will have long and thick compared to her wimpy husband.
26-08-2024, 03:09 AM
26-08-2024, 06:47 AM
Fantastic, but PLEASE DONT MAKE THIS YET ANOTHER CUCKOLD TALE.
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