Adultery NAZRIN AN INNOCENT WIFE (With pics)

[Cuckoldindian]

  

These pics keeps me wanting to Continue. But am stuck. thinking of continuation for nazrin for her first illegal fuck.

[rajis]

Nice story keep update

[Herbiee]

These pics keeps me wanting to Continue. But am stuck. thinking of continuation for nazrin for her first illegal fuck.

With the help of those boys, She is now exploring her sex life with her hus. But she is still in unsatisfied state. This is now the point of the story. Continue this story from this point.



I sent you my story suggestions as a private message. Please check it in your inbox. I hope that will help you to continue this story again. Eagerly waiting for Nazrin.

[magneticpersonality]

These pics keeps me wanting to Continue. But am stuck. thinking of continuation for nazrin for her first illegal fuck.

 Relax & calm down. 
You are a wonderful Author.
Like your previous updates, whatever strikes in your creative brain please bring it in.
We will suggest you if any changes required.
Kindly keep updating.

[Herbiee]

Waiting.!!

[kuttoosan009]

Waiting.!!

Wawoo... ???

[magneticpersonality]

Expecting that you will update soon

[Cuckoldindian]

Update 11:

Arun's heart nearly stopped. He looked back over his shoulder, his eyes meeting hers. The challenge in her gaze was unmistakable, and the bulge in his pants grew even more pronounced.

 
Nazrin watched him with a smirk, her own desire mounting as she took in the sight of his arousal. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him: off-balance, vulnerable, and desperate for her touch. She stood up from the couch, the movement fluid and feline, and began to walk towards him.
 
"Arun," she said, her voice a low, sultry whisper that seemed to caress his very soul. He could feel his heart racing, his pulse pounding in his ears. "I think you need to relax," she added, her eyes never leaving his. "Why don't you hug me... like last time?"
 
Arun's hands dropped from his crotch, and he took a tentative step towards her. She was so close, he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Her eyes were dark with desire, and he knew he was lost. He wrapped his arms around her, his body responding to the softness of her curves, the warmth of her embrace.
 
Her breasts pressed against his chest, the fabric of her bra a flimsy barrier to the heat that pulsed between them. He could feel her heart beating rapidly, a rhythm that matched his own. His hands slid around her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine, feeling the taut muscles beneath the thin material of her shirt.
 
Nazrin's mouth moved to his neck, her kisses feather-light yet filled with a burning hunger. Arun's breath hitched as her teeth grazed his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. His cock grew harder, straining against the confines of his pants, eager to be released. He knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for, the moment where their tutor-student relationship would irrevocably shift.



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With a boldness she had never felt before, Nazrin pressed and rubbed her thighs against his erected dick, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through her. Arun's body responded instinctively, his dick poking through the fabric of his pants, seeking the warmth and softness of her flesh. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a soft moan slipped from his lips, a sound that was both a gasp of pleasure and a cry of surrender.
 
Nazrin felt the warm wetness seep through the fabric, and she knew she had won. He had Cum from just the pressure of her thighs, the power of her seduction. She broke the hug, looking down at the stains on his pants with a knowing smile. The sight of his release, so public and so raw, was a heady victory for her, a testament to the control she wielded over these young men.
 
Arun's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and awe. He stumbled back, his hands flying to his crotch, as if to hide the evidence of his desire. He was like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen by the intensity of the moment. "Ma'am," he stammered, his voice a strangled whisper. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
 
But Nazrin's smile only grew, a knowing glint in her eye. "Don't be," she said softly, her voice a silken caress. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. It just shows how much we both need this." She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "You made me release," she murmured, her voice filled with a gentle tease, "and I made you too. So, relax."
 
With a gentle push, she sent him stumbling towards the bathroom, his legs still trembling from the intensity of his release. He fumbled with the door, his cheeks aflame with embarrassment as he slipped inside and closed it firmly behind him. The sound of the lock clicking into place was like a gunshot in the quiet of the hallway.
 
Nazrin sank back onto the couch, her body thrumming with desire. The scent of Arun's arousal hung in the air, a potent reminder of the power she held over him. She couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as she listened to the sound of the shower running, the water a soothing balm to his shattered nerves.
 
Her thoughts raced, replaying the events of the evening. The way his hands had felt on her legs, the gentle pressure of his fingers, the way her body had responded so eagerly to his touch. She had never felt so alive, so in control. The memory of her own climax washed over her again, leaving her breathless and eager for more.
 
The bathroom door clicked open, she took a deep breath, bracing herself for what was to come. Arun emerged, his hands still cupped over the evidence of his arousal, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
 
"Arun," Nazrin said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to echo through the hallway. "We will take a break from studies today." The words hung in the air, a promise that sent a thrill through both of them.
 
He looked at her, his eyes searching for any sign of doubt, any hint that she was playing with him. But all he saw was the same desire that had driven him to the edge of his control. He nodded, swallowing hard. "So, should I go home?"
 
Nazrin's smile grew sly, a knowing look in her eye. "It's up to you," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through his very bones. "But you should know that Fahim won't be home tonight." The words hung in the air, a silent challenge that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of her racing heart.
 
Her eyes never leaving his, she stood and sashayed towards the kitchen, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her thighs. The room felt charged with the electricity of their unspoken desires, a current that seemed to arc between them, setting her skin alight with anticipation.

 
Arun followed, his eyes feasting on the view of her back, the fabric of her shirt stretching taut across her shoulder blades, revealing the lacy blue of her bra. The hem of her skirt was a teasing promise, revealing just enough of her creamy flesh to make his mouth water. He could see the muscles of her thighs tense and release as she moved, a subtle dance of seduction that made his heart race.
 
Entering the kitchen, Nazrin turned to face him, a knife in her hand. She placed a cutting board in front of him, laden with vegetables. "If you're staying," she said, her voice low and sultry, "help me cut these."
 
Arun's eyes widened at the sight of the knife, the phallic symbolism not lost on him. He took it from her, his hand trembling slightly as their fingers brushed together. The cool steel felt alien in his grip, his mind racing with the possibilities of the evening ahead.
 
Nazrin leaned against the kitchen counter, watching him with a smoldering gaze as she began to mix the chapati flour. Her movements were graceful, deliberate, as if she was kneading more than just the dough. The way her hands moved, the soft slap of the flour against the counter, was mesmerizing, and Arun found himself unable to tear his eyes away.
 
He took the knife, his hand still shaking slightly, and began to chop the vegetables with a clumsy precision. Each cut seemed to echo through the kitchen, a silent declaration of intent. The tension between them was palpable, a living, breathing entity that seemed to crackle with every passing moment.
 
"Arun," she said, her voice a warm caress that seemed to wrap around him, "do you like me?"
 
Arun's eyes darted from her eyes to her ample cleavage, which was barely concealed by the sheer fabric of her shirt. He swallowed hard, the knife in his hand momentarily forgotten. "Ma'am," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, "you're like a goddess to me. You tutor me in studies, and you help me so much."



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Nazrin stepped closer to him, her breasts brushing against his arm as she leaned over to grab a bowl. "Is that all you think of me?" she asked, her voice a sultry challenge. "As just a teacher?"
 
Arun's eyes widened, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back. "No, Ma'am," he stammered, his eyes darting to the floor. "I mean, yes, you're my teacher, but you're also..." His words trailed off as he struggled to find the right ones.
 
Nazrin leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. "Also what, Arun?" she whispered, her voice a sultry challenge. "What else do you think of me?"
 
Arun's eyes darted up, meeting hers with a desperate need. "Ma'am," he choked out, his voice a ragged whisper, "you're... you're like a... a... my girlfriend."
 
Nazrin's laugh was like a peal of thunder in the quiet kitchen, a sound that was both thrilling and terrifying. She stepped closer to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Arun," she said, her voice a sultry purr, "no, I will not be your girlfriend." The words hung in the air, a teasing rejection that sent a thrill through him.
 
He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "But," he stuttered, "why, Ma'am?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, his hands still clutching the knife tightly.
 
Nazrin leaned closer, her breath hot on his ear. "Because, Arun," she whispered, "that's what makes it so much more exciting." Her words were a seductive dance, a siren's call that he found impossible to resist.
 
Her hand reached out, gently taking the knife from his trembling grip and placing it on the counter. "First of all," she said, her voice a firm yet gentle reprimand, "I am your teacher. And I am older than you. I am also a married woman."
 
Arun nodded, his eyes cast down, the weight of his words sinking in. "But, we hugged," he murmured, his voice a quiet protest. "It's different now."
 
Nazrin's smile was a knowing curve of her lips, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in their dynamics. "Ok, here is the deal," she said, her voice a soft command that sent shivers down his spine. "I will do what all girlfriends do." Her eyes searched his, ensnaring him in a web of desire and secrecy. "But remember," she added, her voice dropping to a whisper that was almost a growl, "not to tell anyone about it."
 
As if on cue, the room plunged into darkness. The sudden absence of light was punctuated by the soft hum of the ceiling fan slowing to a halt. Arun's heart raced, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Ma'am," he stuttered, the knife forgotten on the counter, "the lights are out."
 
Nazrin chuckled softly, the sound sending a thrill down his spine. "It's just a power cut," she murmured, her voice a comfort in the inky blackness. "It happens all the time ." She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching out to find his.
 
"Come," she said, her voice a warm whisper that seemed to fill the room, "let's go sit on the couch."
 
Arun felt his legs move of their own accord, the darkness a strange ally as he followed her command. The couch felt cold and firm beneath him, the leather cool against his skin. He could hear the rustling of fabric as Nazrin moved through the room, the sound sending a thrill through him that he couldn't explain. His heart was racing, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
 
"Arun," she called out from the dining room, her voice a beacon in the darkness. "Hold on."
 
Her footsteps grew louder as she approached the kitchen, the sound of rummaging in a drawer cutting through the silence like a knife. Arun felt his heart rate quicken, his body tight with anticipation. He could hear the clink of metal, the soft thud of a match striking. A moment later, the scent of vanilla filled the room, and a warm, flickering light grew from the direction of the kitchen.
 
Nazrin returned, the candlelight casting shadows across her face, making her look like a creature of the night. The flame danced in her eyes, reflecting the mischief in her smile. "Here," she said, her voice a velvet purr as she handed him the candle. "Hold this."
 
Arun took the warm wax candle, his eyes never leaving hers. The flickering light played over her features, making her skin seem to glow. The shadows danced across her curves, hinting at the secrets that lay beneath her clothes. The warmth of the flame was nothing compared to the heat that pulsed between them, a silent promise of what was to come.
 
They both reached and sat on the couch, the candles casting a soft, intimate glow across the room. The only light was the flickering of the two candles on the table beside them, throwing their shadows together on the wall. The air was thick with unspoken desire, the room a cocoon of heat and need.
 
Nazrin took a deep breath, her heart racing. She turned to Arun, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. "What do you say about our deal, Arun?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to curl around him like a lover's embrace.
 
"Ok Ma'am," Arun murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I will not say anything to anyone."
 
Nazrin's smile grew wider, the candlelight playing across her face like a seductive dance of shadows and light. She leaned closer to him, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good boy," she whispered, her breath warm and sweet against his cheek.
 
They sat there in the darkness, the only sound their ragged breaths and the distant hum of the night outside. The heat of the candles was nothing compared to the inferno that burned between them. Arun felt his shirt stick to his back, his skin slick with sweat. The room was stifling, a cocoon of desire that seemed to close in around them.
 
"Arun," Nazrin murmured, her eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight. "You're sweating. Remove your shirt."
 
Her voice was a gentle command that he couldn't resist. Arun's heart raced as he stood, the candles casting a soft glow across his chest as he pulled the fabric over his head. He felt vulnerable, exposed, but also strangely empowered by her gaze. The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the silence a testament to the unspoken agreement that had passed between them.




 
He sat back down on the couch, the fabric sticking slightly to his damp skin. "Ma'am," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper, "you are sweating as well."
 
Nazrin chuckled, the sound like a warm summer breeze. "Naughty boy," she whispered, and she stood up, her movements deliberate and sensual. She reached for the buttons on her shirt, her eyes never leaving his. One by one, she began to undo them, her fingers moving with a tantalizing slowness that had his heart racing.
 
Arun sat there, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and disbelief. He couldn't believe what was happening. His teacher, his seductress, was undressing for him. The fabric parted, revealing the soft curve of her neck, the swell of her breasts, the gentle slope of her stomach. He could see the dark circles of her areolae peeking through the lacy fabric of her bra, the promise of what lay beneath.



 
With a final flick of her wrist, Nazrin's shirt fell to the floor, leaving her in just her skirt and the blue lace bra. She stood there, basking in the candlelight, her body a symphony of shadows and light. Arun's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. She was a goddess, a vision of beauty that he never knew could exist in reality.
 
Her breasts were full and heavy, the lace of her bra cupping them perfectly, pushing them up and together. The sight of her bare skin was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the fabric, the dark circles puckered and begging to be touched. His eyes traveled down her body, over the soft curve of her stomach, the flare of her hips.
 
"Arun," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through his very soul. "Don't you feel sweaty down there?"
 
Arun nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of what was about to happen. He stood slowly, his legs trembling slightly as he stepped out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his V-shaped underwear. The fabric hugged his body tightly, outlining the firm contours of his muscles and the unmistakable bulge that grew with every passing second.


 
Nazrin took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes drinking in every inch of his bare chest and the way his abs tapered down to his waist. She took a deep breath, her own heart racing as she reached for her skirt. With a quick motion, she pulled it down, letting it pool around her ankles. Standing before him in just her blue lace bra and matching panties, she felt a mix of nervousness and exhilaration.

 
This was a first for her, revealing her body to a man other than Fahim. The realization sent a tremor through her, heightening the anticipation. The candlelight painted her body with a soft, warm glow, casting delicate shadows across her skin. Arun's eyes roamed over her, his pupils dilated with lust, and she could see his arousal tenting his underwear. The power of knowing she could elicit such a response was exhilarating.




 
Her eyes followed the line of his hand as it hovered over the prominent bulge. "Arun," she said, her voice a smoky whisper that seemed to wrap around him like a lover's caress, "remove your hands."
 
Obediently, he complied, his hands dropping to his sides. The fabric of his underwear strained against his erection, the head of his cock clearly outlined, begging for her touch. Nazrin felt her breath hitch in her chest, her eyes drawn to the tantalizing sight like a moth to a flame. The V-shape of his underwear framed his arousal perfectly, a teasing promise of the pleasure that lay within.


 
With a seductive smile, she stepped closer to the couch, the candles casting a warm glow over the room. "Arun," she purred, her voice a siren's call that made his skin tingle. "Lay on the couch facing downwards. It's time I give you a massage like you gave me a while back."

[Naveena komaali]

Super update

[snowy69]

Wowwww...awesome update bro...please continue..

[Rahulcool]

Awesome update bro keep going ? waiting for next one

[Sandyrockz703]

Super update broo. Its been so long and finallyu gave a update. Hope u deliver more updates soon.

[dragonslair]

I hope now this story can continue with regular updates. Its hard to reconnect with a story if the updates comes out too late

[Goddy]

@Cuckoldindian bro....I was very sad that you have stopped updating...But you came back again...The update was literally a blast...Hope you will update daily like before...Waiting for today's update...

[Goddy]

Eagerly waiting for today's update....Make the boys completely devour her..Pls tell the timing of next update bro...
I am a big fan of u bro...Pls give DAILY updates bro...Give update as long as you can..

[Goddy]

I have a suggestion bro...If you gonna write between muthu praveen and Nazrin..Add more sex games between them it will make it more interesting(Games introduced by the boys to Nazrin)...Just a suggestion bro..I did not want to change your Story's direction...Just a wish....Hope you would understand...

[Cuckoldindian]

I have a good update. 

Will try to post it by tonight, if not. Tomo morning for sure…

Thx for the wonderful feedback.

[Goddy]

I have a good update. 

Will try to post it by tonight, if not. Tomo morning for sure…

Thx for the wonderful feedback.

Very nice Bro....Plsss PLSSSS UPDATE TODAY BRO.....CANT WAIT BROO....PLSSS UPDATE TODAY BRO...EAGERLYY WAITING BRO...I THINK U WOULD UNDERSTAND....

[Goddy]

Bro....GIVE A TEASER NOW BRO....AS A FAN I AM REQUESTING BRO....AND PLS TRY TO UPDATE BY TONIGHT BRO.....HOPE YOU WILL REPLY...

[Cuckoldindian]

Bro....GIVE A TEASER NOW BRO....AS A FAN I AM REQUESTING BRO....AND PLS TRY TO UPDATE BY TONIGHT BRO.....HOPE YOU WILL REPLY...

Sry bro tonight not possible,, my wife is calling me out wearing a sexy dress… cant deny it…