Adultery Undercover Desires

[Blackdick11]

Wow, truly outstanding,,
No matter how much I try to praise you, words will not be enough.

[John446]

Thank you guys for your valuable comments, it motivates me to write better for my readers so that they wont feel that they have waste their time. I am thinking of continuing the story coz it has scope. And i am also planning to write short stories for you guys with same thrill and hotness.

[John446]

-Each and every movement was described so beautifully and erotically.
- The detailing of the atmosphere itself was thrilling
- The use of the word 'desire' as in the title.
- Words are less to describe it.
But dear author thank you for your time for this beautiful creation. This is certainly one of the best erotica. It was hard to read it in one go - IYKTYK.

Thank you very much bro i appreciate that. CHeck your dm

[John446]

Wow, truly outstanding,,
No matter how much I try to praise you, words will not be enough.

Thanks alot bro....!!!

[masti.bhai]

Make the Khan Bhai fuck the living daylights out of the B r a h m i n girl in all holes

[masti.bhai]

Make the Khan Bhai fuck the living daylights out of the B r a h m i n girl in all holes

[John446]

Make the Khan Bhai fuck the living daylights out of the B r a h m i n girl in all holes

i will try to make it as erotic as possible, the whole concept of the story is to bring out that taboo of m u s l i m and b r a h m i n together to make it even hotter.

[Celeb41]

When is next update coming?

[StoryReader1]

Please continue

[Celeb41]

Loving the story. Previous update was fire. A slight suggestion make danish more dominant and demanding towards kavya. Also try rough things in next encounter.

[Garvitp15]

I would like to kindly request the writer to complete this story. The writer has started it and I believe that you, with your great storytelling skills, are the most suitable person to finish it.

https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?mode=...id=1399047

[John446]

I would like to kindly request the writer to complete this story. The writer has started it and I believe that you, with your great storytelling skills, are the most suitable person to finish it.

https://xossipy.com/showthread.php?mode=...id=1399047

Bro currently i am focusing on my story right now and the problem is i cant connect with this story so i cant write it the was i want too. But thanks for considering me as a good writer.

[kangaani]

Amazing

[olumannan]

Will she get impregnated by Danish?

[John446]

Will she get impregnated by Danish?

stay tuned to get to know what will happen in future

[Nesamanikumar]

Dont ever make husband as cuck and accept the affair.

[John446]

CHAPTER – 35


It was late in the morning, and the golden sunlight streamed lazily through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the room in a soft, warm glow. Kavya remained deeply asleep, her body completely still under the sheets. Her chest rose and fell in slow, steady breaths, the peaceful rhythm a stark contrast to the intensity of the previous night. The exhaustion from the overwhelming pleasure, the hours of passion, and the unrelenting waves of ecstasy had pulled her into the deepest slumber she’d had in a long time.

Her entire body ached, but it was the kind of ache that made her feel alive, as though every inch of her skin remembered Danish’s touch. Her muscles were tender, her thighs sore from being wrapped around him for what felt like hours. Yet, beneath that soreness was a satisfaction so profound, it permeated her dreams, keeping her cocooned in the warmth of their shared intimacy. Her legs still felt weak, trembling slightly even in her sleep, a lingering memory of the powerful orgasms that had rocked her body the night before.

Never had she felt like this before—not with Rahul. The thought, even unconscious, floated to the surface of her mind. Rahul had never made her feel this way, not once in their time together. With him, sex had always been rushed, brief, and underwhelming. He would last a few minutes at best, leaving her unsatisfied, her body yearning for more. She had grown accustomed to the disappointment, telling herself that this was just how it was. That passion and deep, body-shaking pleasure were fantasies, not something she could truly experience.

But last night with Danish had shattered those notions. It was as if her body had come alive in ways she hadn’t known were possible. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss had felt deliberate, with a slow-burning intensity that built her up higher and higher, leaving her quivering by the time she reached her climaxes—multiple, intense, leg-shaking climaxes that left her utterly spent. She had lost count of how many times her body had succumbed to pleasure, her moans and gasps filling the room as Danish pushed her past her limits.

As she slept, her body instinctively shifted, a small smile tugging at her lips. She was sated in a way that went beyond physical satisfaction. For the first time, she felt truly desired—like her pleasure mattered just as much as his. Danish had made sure of that. He had taken his time with her, explored her body with care, and had lasted for what felt like hours. Each thrust had been slow and deliberate at first, allowing her to feel him fully. His size, the thickness of him, had been overwhelming in the best possible way, and he had known exactly how to use it to bring her to the brink again and again.
Rahul had never lasted this long. Kavya had never known what it felt like to be taken with such stamina, to have her lover still going after she had been brought to orgasm multiple times. Her husband would finish long before she could reach her peak, leaving her lying there, frustrated and wanting more. But Danish—Danish was different. He had made her feel things she hadn’t thought were possible. The way his body moved with hers, the way he responded to her every moan, every tremble, it had felt like they were perfectly in sync, like their bodies were made for each other.

Even now, hours later, her body was still tingling from the memory of his deep, slow thrusts and the way he had taken her in every possible way. The leg-shaking orgasms had been unlike anything she had ever experienced, so powerful that they had left her breathless, clutching the sheets beneath her as her body convulsed in pleasure. Danish had held her through each one, never stopping, his endurance and focus driving her to new heights of ecstasy.

She stirred slightly in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her mind replayed the moments of the night before. Her body was still in a haze, her skin warm and flushed even hours after they had finished. She was utterly spent, yet content in a way she hadn’t known she could be. There was no rush to wake up, no need to return to reality. She felt safe, protected, cherished in Danish’s arms, her body still wrapped in the afterglow of their intense passion.
The bed beneath her felt like a sanctuary, holding the echoes of the night before, the sheets still carrying the scent of their bodies intertwined. Her mind briefly wandered to Rahul, to how different things had always been with him. There was no comparison to what she had experienced last night. Rahul had never been able to take her like this, never been able to make her body sing with pleasure the way Danish had. The thought of Rahul barely lasting a few minutes, of his quick, unsatisfying releases, only made her appreciate what she had shared with Danish even more.

She shifted again under the covers, her body sore but in the most satisfying way. Her legs, still weak from the intensity of her climaxes, twitched slightly, a reminder of just how far she had been pushed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept this deeply, this peacefully. It was as though all her pent-up frustration had been released in those hours with Danish, leaving her utterly relaxed and content.

As the morning light continued to creep into the room, Kavya remained asleep, her body still recovering from the night before. She had never felt this way with Rahul. She had never felt this way with anyone. And as she continued to dream, her mind filled with the warmth and satisfaction of what had happened, she knew that something had changed. Last night had opened her eyes to a world of pleasure and fulfillment she had never thought was possible.

And for the first time in a long time, Kavya felt truly alive.
Danish slowly blinked awake as the soft morning light filtered into the room, his body still feeling the aftermath of the intense night they had shared. His muscles were tired but in the most satisfying way possible. As his vision cleared, his eyes fell on Kavya, still wrapped around him, her head resting against his chest, her arms loosely dbangd around his torso. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight of her—peaceful, content, and completely at ease in his embrace.

The memories of the night flooded his mind, and he could almost still feel the heat of her body against his, the way she had responded to him, the way she had called his name over and over as he took her to heights of pleasure she had never known. It had been one of the most intense nights of his life, and judging by how tightly she was still holding onto him, it had been the same for her.

Danish’s gaze shifted down to her exposed skin, where the evidence of their passion was written all over her body. The red marks on her neck, the bite marks on her collarbone, the soft bruising on her shoulders—they were all reminders of how wild things had gotten. He hadn’t meant to mark her so much, but in the heat of the moment, with the way she had driven him crazy, it had been impossible to hold back.

His fingers traced gently over the reddened skin, careful not to wake her. He could feel the faint warmth radiating from the spots where his lips and teeth had been the night before. On both sides of her neck, the marks stood out against her fair skin—passionate and raw. His eyes traveled lower, to the marks on her cleavage, where he had kissed and bitten her with unrestrained desire. Her shoulders bore the brunt of his grip, the faint red imprints of his hands evidence of how tightly he had held onto her as he drove her to climax after climax.

Danish couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight. There was something primal about it, knowing that he had left his mark on her, that she had surrendered completely to him. And yet, as he looked at her now, peaceful and beautiful in her sleep, a wave of tenderness washed over him. He had never felt this way before—this mixture of wild desire and deep affection.

He remembered how she had moaned his name, how her body had trembled beneath him, how she had looked at him with those wide, passion-filled eyes. It had been more than just physical; it had been something deeper, something that made him feel closer to her than he had ever imagined. He hadn’t just taken her body—he had connected with her on a level that went beyond lust.
Danish gently adjusted his position, careful not to wake her. As he did, Kavya stirred slightly, her arms instinctively tightening around him, pulling herself closer to his warmth. The small, unconscious gesture made his heart swell. He couldn’t help but smile again as he watched her, his fingers still gently grazing the marks on her skin.

He thought about how she had responded to him, how her body had melted into his, how she had reached for him even after she had been brought to the edge over and over again. Last night had been something else entirely, and it left him wondering if she had ever experienced anything like it before. He doubted it. The way she had looked at him—the surprise, the disbelief, the sheer ecstasy—had told him everything he needed to know.
As his eyes roamed over her once more, he marveled at how beautiful she was, even in her vulnerability. The marks on her body, the soft bruises, the flushed redness—they were all signs of how deeply he had affected her. And yet, despite the intensity of the night, there was a softness to her now, a peace that radiated from her sleeping form.

Danish leaned down slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, careful not to wake her. He closed his eyes for a moment, just savoring the warmth of her body against his, the steady rise and fall of her breathing. Last night had been unforgettable, but this quiet moment, with her in his arms, felt just as significant.

As he lay there, still holding her, his mind wandered to what the future might hold for them. He had never imagined things would come to this, but now that they had, he wasn’t sure he could ever go back. Not after what they had shared.

[Yesudoss]

Very nice update. No guilt in the minds of kavya. She was enjoying the new found affair with the M man.

[Chitrarassu]

Nice updates

[John446]

CHAPTER – 36


Danish woke up to the soft, warm light filtering through the curtains, his body still heavy with the lingering exhaustion from the night before. Kavya lay beside him, curled into his chest, her breathing soft and rhythmic. She looked serene, her hair messy, her skin glowing with a warmth that brought a smile to his face. The night had been intense—more than either of them had anticipated—and now, in the stillness of the morning, the weight of their actions settled in.

As Danish shifted slightly, careful not to wake her, his eyes fell on the marks he had left on her neck and shoulders. Red and faintly bruised, the imprints of his passion, his desire. His pride swelled at the sight of them. He had taken her to places she had never been, pushed her limits, and in doing so, had made her his in a way he knew she had never experienced with anyone else.

Kavya stirred beside him, slowly waking, her body stretching as she opened her eyes. Her lips curled into a soft smile when she saw him watching her, but there was an unmistakable exhaustion in her gaze, a reflection of the intensity from the night before.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice husky and low.

"Morning," Danish replied, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. He admired her for a moment, taking in the subtle flush of her cheeks, the way her lips looked slightly swollen from their passionate kisses. The memory of her moans, the way she had said his name, sent a surge of pride through him once again.

Kavya shifted, her body still feeling the echoes of their night together. Her muscles ached in ways she hadn’t known they could, and there was a delicious soreness between her legs that reminded her of every deep thrust, every moment of surrender. She hadn’t expected it to be like this—raw, overwhelming, and entirely consuming. Rahul had never made her feel this way. With him, it had always been quick, predictable. But with Danish, everything had been different.

Danish’s fingers traced the faint marks on her neck, his eyes flicking over the bruises with a look of pride that didn’t go unnoticed by Kavya. She shivered under his touch, the reminder of how wild he had been sending a thrill through her even now.
"You look... pleased with yourself," Kavya teased softly, her voice still thick with sleep.

Danish grinned, his fingers trailing down to her collarbone. "Maybe a little," he admitted, his voice low and confident. "You’re a ***** girl, after all. I never thought... well, I never imagined this."

Kavya bit her lip, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Neither did I," she whispered. "I never thought I’d... be with someone like you. It’s... different."
"Different?" Danish’s eyebrow arched, his grin growing wider.

Kavya’s breath hitched as she tried to put her thoughts into words. "You’re... you’re not like Rahul. Last night was... I don’t even know how to describe it. You lasted so long, you pushed me so far—" Her voice trembled with the memory of it. "It was more than I’ve ever felt before. And I didn’t think... I didn’t think I’d ever feel that with someone like you."

Danish felt a surge of pride, his chest swelling as he heard her words. He had always known there was something special about this connection, but hearing her say it—that he had given her something no one else had—made it all the more intense.
"I told you," Danish murmured, his lips brushing the curve of her ear. "I’m different."

Kavya’s pulse quickened at his words, the memory of the night flashing in her mind—the way his hands had gripped her, the sound of their bodies moving 
together, the overwhelming sensation of his deep thrusts. She had never felt so full, so completely consumed by another person.
Her eyes flicked down to his hand on her skin, her breath catching in her throat as she remembered how he had taken her, how he had made her lose control in ways Rahul never could. Danish had pushed her past her limits, and in doing so, had awakened something deep within her—a desire she hadn’t known existed.

"You were... incredible," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Danish smirked, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, the pride in his chest growing with every passing second. "You’re not too bad yourself," he teased, his hand slipping down her waist, fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

Kavya’s body responded instantly, a shiver running down her spine as his touch reignited the embers of their passion from the night before. She turned her head, her lips meeting his in a slow, languid kiss that spoke of the intimacy they had shared.

As their lips parted, Danish’s eyes met hers, and he felt the weight of the night settle between them once more. It wasn’t just about the physical act—it was about the connection they had formed, the way they had broken through barriers neither of them had expected to cross.

"You’re mine now," Danish murmured, his voice low and possessive. "No one else can give you what I did."

Kavya’s breath hitched, her heart racing at his words. There was a rawness to him, an intensity that Rahul had never had. And now, after what they had shared, she knew that Danish had given her something no one else could.

Her fingers traced the marks on her neck, the reminder of his dominance over her. And as she lay there, wrapped in his arms, she realized that she had crossed a line—one she could never go back from. But instead of fear or regret, all she felt was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with the truth of it. "I’m yours."

As Kavya lay in Danish’s arms, her body still tingling from the intense night they had shared, a wave of thoughts washed over her. She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing as reality slowly set in. She had crossed a boundary she never thought she would—she, a ***** girl from a traditional family, had just spent the night in the arms of a M u s l i m man.

The cultural weight of that realization made her heart pound harder. Kavya had grown up with the expectations of her family, where the idea of a relationship outside of their caste, let alone religion, was unthinkable. She had been taught that love and marriage must follow strict rules, guided by tradition and caste. But now, here she was, wrapped in the sheets, her body aching from the love they had made, and it wasn’t her husband Rahul she was thinking about—it was Danish.

She blinked, her gaze shifting to the ceiling as her thoughts grew louder, more insistent. "How did I get here?" she whispered to herself, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it real. But the answer was already clear. She knew how. She knew why. And despite the guilt that pricked at her conscience, the truth was undeniable: she didn’t regret it.

Danish stirred beside her, his arm dbangd casually across her waist, his breathing steady and peaceful. She glanced over at him, her heart twisting in her chest. He had a satisfied look on his face, a look of pride, and why wouldn’t he? He had claimed her in a way she had never been claimed before—physically, emotionally, and perhaps even spiritually. In that moment, the weight of their different worlds seemed to dissolve, leaving only the reality of their connection.

Her hand instinctively went to the red marks on her neck, tracing the faint outline of his bites. Her body was a canvas of the night they had shared—bitten shoulders, bruised collarbone, marks that told the story of their passion, marks that Rahul had never left. She closed her eyes, feeling a wave of something dark and thrilling wash over her. The fact that she, a ***** girl, had given herself to a '. man added a forbidden edge to it all—a dangerous, exhilarating rebellion against everything she had been raised to believe.

Growing up, she had heard countless warnings about interfaith relationships, about the dangers of stepping outside the bounds of caste and religion. Those lessons had been drilled into her, shaping her choices, defining her path. But in the arms of Danish, all of that had faded away. It was as if the weight of those expectations had melted under the heat of their passion, leaving her free to be who she truly was—not the obedient daughter, not the dutiful wife, but a woman who had discovered a fire within herself that she never knew existed.

As she lay there, wrapped in the afterglow of their night together, Kavya couldn’t help but marvel at how much she had changed in just a few short hours. She had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and instead of fear or regret, all she felt was power. She had given herself completely to Danish, had surrendered to the desire that had been building between them for weeks, and it had been everything she never knew she wanted.

Her fingers traced the red marks on her skin once more, her mind replaying every moment—the way his hands had gripped her, the way his body had moved with hers, the way he had whispered her name as if it were a prayer. She shivered at the memory, her pulse quickening again. The way he had made love to her was unlike anything she had ever experienced. He had taken her places Rahul never had, both physically and emotionally. He had pushed her to the edge, and then over it, again and again, until her body had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure.

And what amazed her the most was how much she had loved it. She had loved the intensity, the roughness, the way Danish had made her feel completely out of control, yet entirely safe in his hands. Every time he had pushed deeper, every time he had kissed her harder, she had felt herself unraveling in ways she hadn’t thought possible. It was as if her body had been waiting for this, for him.

Danish shifted beside her, "You’re thinking about last night, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Kavya’s lips curled into a small smile, her heart pounding in her chest. "I am," she admitted softly, her voice trembling with the weight of her confession.
Danish leaned closer, his hand brushing against the marks on her neck. "I told you I’d show you something different," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.

Kavya closed her eyes, her body reacting to his words. He had shown her something different, something wild and uncontrollable. And the truth was, she couldn’t imagine going back to the way things were with Rahul. Danish had unlocked something inside her, something primal and untamed, and there was no closing that door now.

"You did," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "I never thought I’d feel this way. I never thought... I’d be with someone like you."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Kavya had never imagined herself in this situation, and yet here she was. And she wasn’t ashamed. She wasn’t afraid. All she felt was desire—desire for more of the connection they had shared, desire for more of the passion that had left her breathless.

Danish smirked, his hand moving to cup her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. "You’ll never be the same again, Kavya. I’m not like him, and you know that."

She nodded, unable to speak. He was right. He wasn’t like Rahul. He was more—more intense, more passionate, more everything. And as she looked into his eyes, she knew that what they had shared was only the beginning.
The fact that she, a B r a h m i n girl, had given herself to a M u s l i m man only made the connection between them feel even more powerful. It was a breaking of barriers, a defiance of rules that had bound her for far too long. And in Danish’s arms, she had found the freedom she had always craved, the passion she had never known she needed.

And she loved every second of it.
They both slowly got up from the bed, Danish stretched his arms, a satisfied smirk on his face, still feeling the weight of the intense night they had shared. He glanced at Kavya, who was lying there with a soft, dreamy expression. Her skin still glowed, and the bite marks, red and visible, added an untamed beauty to her appearance. The sight of those marks, his marks, on her smooth ***** skin stirred something deep within him again.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, breaking the silence with a playful suggestion. “How about we go out for a brunch?” he asked, his voice low and warm, still holding traces of the night before.

Kavya blinked, a smile tugging at her lips. The idea of going out felt oddly refreshing after the night they had spent. “Brunch sounds perfect,” she replied softly, slowly sitting up and running a hand through her tousled hair. Her body still ached slightly from their love-making, a delicious reminder of what they had shared. But she didn’t mind the soreness—if anything, it felt like a secret she carried with her, a thrill she hadn’t felt before.
After getting out of bed, Kavya stretched her body, feeling the satisfying ache from the intense night before. The sheets still carried the warmth of their passion, but her skin tingled, craving the cool touch of water. She turned toward the bathroom, feeling Danish's eyes on her as she walked away, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her every move.

Closing the bathroom door behind her, Kavya took a moment to let out a soft sigh, her thoughts still drifting to the way Danish had made her feel. She turned on the shower, letting the water run until steam began to fill the room.

The bite marks along her neck, shoulders, and chest were even more vivid under the bathroom light, each one a reminder of the wild passion they had shared. She lightly touched the marks, feeling a mixture of pride and thrill.

Stepping into the shower, the cool water splashed against her skin, soothing the ache and washing away the remnants of the night. Kavya tilted her head back, letting the water cascade down her body, her muscles relaxing under its gentle pressure. She ran her hands over her skin, feeling the smoothness interrupted by the love marks that Danish had left behind.

The shower felt cleansing, not just physically, but emotionally too. She couldn’t shake the thoughts running through her mind—the fact that she had made love to Danish, a  M u s l i m man, while she was a  B r a h m i n  girl. The cultural differences that once seemed so significant now felt meaningless. What mattered was the connection she had felt with him, the way he had made her feel desired, wanted, and completely satisfied.
As she finished washing, she stood under the water for a few moments longer, letting the last of the tension melt away. Wrapping herself in a soft towel, she stepped out of the shower, her skin glistening and refreshed. But the marks remained, a silent testament to the passion of the night before. She smiled to herself as she dried off, knowing that she wasn’t going to hide them.

As she got dressed, she stood in front of the mirror, her eyes falling on the bite marks that adorned her neck and shoulders. They were bold, red, and unapologetically present. She traced her fingers over one, the memory of Danish's wild, passionate bites flooding back to her, making her body tingle. A small part of her, the part that once would have been embarrassed, was now quiet. Instead, there was a mischievous satisfaction blooming inside her.
She picked out a sleeveless floral maxi dress from her wardrobe, something light and comfortable, but revealing enough that the marks on her neck and shoulders remained visible. Somewhere in her mind, she wanted to show them, to flex the passion she had experienced. It wasn’t something she would have done before—Rahul had never left such marks, never made her feel so alive. But with Danish, everything was different. These marks were symbols of something raw, something powerful.

As she slipped into the dress, she admired herself in the mirror for a moment. The dress clung to her body in all the right places, the fabric soft against her skin, and the bite marks peeking out from beneath the floral print gave her an edge she hadn’t felt before. She felt a strange sense of pride wearing them openly, like a silent declaration of the wild passion she had experienced.

Danish watched her from the doorway, his eyes trailing over her as she adjusted the dress. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice husky. There was something primal in the way he said it, like he was already imagining what their day might lead to. He noticed the bite marks she had chosen not to cover and smirked. He knew exactly what she was doing, and it made him proud in a way that was hard to describe.
Kavya smiled at him, a playful gleam in her eyes as she twirled slightly, letting the dress move gracefully. “You don’t think it’s too much?” she teased, knowing full well that the marks were on full display.

“Too much?” Danish chuckled, stepping closer to her. His hand reached up, lightly brushing one of the bite marks on her neck. “I think it’s perfect.”
Kavya felt a shiver run down her spine at his touch. Her heart raced just a little faster. She wasn’t used to feeling this confident, this alive. And the fact that those marks told a story, their story, made it all the more thrilling.

As they left the apartment, Kavya felt a surge of excitement. The day was bright, the world outside felt new, and in a strange way, she felt like she was stepping out not just into a day of brunch but into a new chapter of herself—a chapter where she wasn’t just the quiet B r a h m i n girl anymore but someone who had tasted passion, defied boundaries, and embraced something entirely different.

Walking beside Danish, she couldn’t help but feel the thrill of it all. She loved the way people glanced at them, at her, at the marks on her skin. It was her secret, their secret, and yet here she was, showing the world that something powerful had happened. And for the first time in a long time, she felt fully alive, owning her desire, her choices, and everything that came with them.