Adultery Noorjahan and Vishalaksmi Love Life
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Dear All,

I tried to write this story in Telugu, because i love to read stories in telugu, but my writing skill in telugu are very bad, i can understand that so I am not continuing this story in telugu , but i love those two stories a continuation is must , I believe. 

I will Provide you the Links for the original stories below 

An Unwanted Affair

https://xossipy.com/thread-9202.html

Iddaru Mogullu, i dont find the link for the original but i copied the story in below link

https://xossipy.com/thread-63190.html

I will write continuation in English.

I will start An Unwanted affair, my story will start from where the original author ends his.

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I slipped off the bed.

"Don't worry," I took his hand and pulled him off the bed, "come, I'll take care of it."

I led him to the bathroom. First, I used my tongue to lick his crotch clean; then thoroughly rinsed his cock and thatch and dried them with a towel. He watched me doing it with a grin on his face. Finally, I kissed the tip of his cock and let it go. Adeel kneeled immediately before me; he took water from the bucket and carefully soaped my cunt. Then he rinsed it. He dried my bush and in the same way kissed my cunt; his kiss was longer and lingering as his tongue explored my moist slit. Finally, he let me go.

We came out of the bathroom. We were lost in our amorous reunion. We didn't bother to put our clothes back on and slipped naked under the covers.

With my back against him, I snuggled against his body. His semi-tumescent cock gently rested against the crack of my ass. I felt his hands roaming gently over my naked body.

It was a feeling of great elation for getting back my husband's love. I had always loved him despite his shortcomings, even when my amorous affair began with my father-in-law. My mind went back to the events that changed my life forever. I thought about his abbu. I doubted that my relationship with Adeel's father would ever stop. Abbu would never let me go; and I too was in a way enslaved to my own lust for his mammoth cock. I knew that even with all my love for my husband it would not be possible for me to stop fucking my father-in-law.

I would have to make adjustments so that I could successfully manage my two lovers. Now with Adeel accepting the fact, it shouldn't be much difficult.

For a moment, my thought diverted to my father-in-law. I visualized his massive cock ripping through my pussy, driving me crazy with every thrust. My pussy began to cream again.

Suddenly, I came out of my trance; a hand was slowly exploring my cunt. My husband's manhood, which was showing signs of new awakening, was pressing against my ass. I spun around and faced him.

"I thought you're sleeping." Adeel was smiling as his fingers caressed my pussy again.

"I think," I took his growing cock between my fingers and wagged it lovingly, "your friend is still hungry."

His smile grew larger.

"I don't think I can sleep tonight," he brought his lips closer to my ear and whispered, "why don't you teach me what else you've learned?"

I looked at him in surprise. He was still smiling mischievously.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

"Why not? Teach me."

"Who would you like to fuck this time... your wife or ammi?"

He laughed gently. "My ammi of course. She's gonna teach me new things."

"Okay then... son," I threw the covers off our bodies and sat beside him. "We'll start with a new way where we can explore each other's bodies at the same time."

I flung my leg over his body and straddled his face. I lowered my cunt over his mouth, and bending my body forward, brought my lips closer to his cock and kissed his semi-tumescent shaft.

I didn't have to tell him what to do next as his tongue immediately flicked over my cunt lips, gently lapping up the moistness. Then it was forced inside my pussy.

'He would be a good learner.' I thought as I lowered my head and swallowed his cock.

My mind started reeling again, partly with lust, partly with anticipation.
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Now the story continues.. from other day Rashid her Father in law, returned.. Here i changed name of Nilofer to Noorjahan...

As the evening shadows grew longer, I found myself in the kitchen, preparing dinner for my husband and his father. The aroma of the spices filled the air, and I couldn't help but feel a peculiar mix of emotions. The intimate moments from earlier still lingered in my mind, making my cheeks flush. I glanced at Adeel as he sat at the dinner table, his eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement.


It was clear that our little secret had brought us closer, but the thought of Rashid, my father-in-law, waiting in his room upstairs made my heart race. I tried to focus on the task at hand, chopping vegetables and stirring the stew, all the while wondering what new lessons the night might hold for us.

Looking up from the simmering pot, I see Adeel's hopeful gaze, a hint of curiosity and perhaps a touch of jealousy. I swallow hard, feeling the weight of the secret that now binds us all. "Yes, Adeel, your abba is in his room. I'll take dinner up to him once it's ready," I reply, my voice a little shakier than usual.

The thought of facing Rashid after our earlier encounter makes my palms sweat. I continue stirring the curry, hoping my hubby doesn't notice my discomfort.
After serving the food to her husband and her father-in-law, Noorjahan couldn't shake the feeling that the air in the house was charged with an unspoken tension. 

She climbed the stairs to Rashid's room, her heart pounding in her chest. She knocked gently on the door, and his gruff "Come in" echoed through the corridor. Entering, she found him sitting by the window, his gaze distant, stroking his beard in thought. His eyes snapped to hers as she approached with the tray, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. The room was heavy with the scent of his cologne and the unspoken knowledge of what had transpired earlier.

With the tray of steaming food in my hands, I approach Rashid's room, feeling the heat of his gaze as I enter. His eyes roam over my body, and I'm acutely aware of the power he holds over me. I place the tray on the table next to his chair, my legs trembling slightly. "Dinner is served, abba," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady.


Adeel's eyes follow Noorjahan as she leaves the room, his mind racing with thoughts of his recent encounter with her. He's still in shock at her wanton behavior, something he had never seen in her before. A part of him feels a twinge of jealousy, but another part feels a strange sense of excitement at the idea of his mother(wife) teaching him new things. As he watches her ascend the stairs, his cock stirs with anticipation, wondering what the night will bring.
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As I lay the tray before Father-in-law, I notice the hungry look in his eyes. It's not just the food he's craving; it's the sight of me, his daughter-in-law, the woman he's been sharing a forbidden passion with. The room feels suffocating, the silence only pierced by the sound of my own heartbeat. His gaze travels from the food to me, and I feel a mix of fear and arousal. 

The smell of the spices from the dishes blends with the scent of his cologne, creating an intoxicating aura around him. He motions for me to come closer, and I do, my breasts brushing against his arm as I set the tray down. His hand reaches out and grazes my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity through me. The warmth of his touch is like a brand on my skin.
 
"Thank you, beti," Rashid says, his voice gruff. His hand lingers on my thigh, and I feel his thumb moving in slow circles. "You look... different tonight." His eyes bore into mine, searching for the truth behind my actions.

My heart skips a beat, and I try to maintain my composure as I reply, "Do I?" I attempt a coy smile, my eyes flicking down to his hand. His touch feels both comforting and thrillingly wrong.

Rashid's gaze locks onto mine, a silent challenge. He knows something's changed. "You seem... more open," he says, his thumb now moving up to the hem of my dress, teasing my skin. I swallow hard, the memory of my encounter with Adeel still fresh in my mind.
 
I stand there, frozen, my eyes widening as his thumb grazes my bare thigh. My skin feels electric under his touch. "I... I don't know what you mean," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady. My thoughts are a whirlwind: should I push him away? Should I let this happen again? The scent of our earlier rendezvous lingers in the air, mixing with the spices from dinner. My body is a battleground of desire and guilt.
 
Rashid leans back in his chair, watching me with a knowing smile. "I think you do," he says, his hand moving higher. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers trace the sensitive skin just below my panties. "You've always had a wild side, my dear." I feel a flush spread across my cheeks. How can he be so open about this? Does he not care that his own son is the one I just cheated on him with? "Cheated" am i cheating him or my hubby.

father-in-law hand reaches around to squeeze my ass, his breath hot on my neck. "I've missed this," he whispers, his voice thick with lust. I close my eyes, the sensation of his touch overwhelming. It's been 3days since he was out of town. The weight of his hand feels like a brand, marking me as his again. My pussy clenches in anticipation.
 
Noorjahan gasps as Rashid's hand squeezes her ass, feeling the heat from his palm seep through her clothes.
 
Rashid's hand slides up her thigh, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of her panties. "It seems like you've missed me too," he murmurs, his breath hot against her neck as his grip tightens.
 
Adeel's eyes widen with a mix of shock and arousal as he watches his father's hand move closer to Noorjahan's pussy. "I...I didn't know," he stammers, his own cock twitching in his pants.

Adeel's eyes dart between Noorjahan's ass and his father's hand, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He feels a strange heat growing in his chest, a mix of anger and excitement. "What the hell..." he murmurs under his breath, his hand unconsciously moving to adjust his growing bulge.
 
Her breath catches in her throat as Rashid's hand reaches the top of her thigh, his thumb dangerously close to the cleft of her ass. She looks at Adeel,  "Adeel", she whispers, her voice shaky.
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Rashid's eyes bore into Adeel's, a smirk playing on his lips as he squeezes Noorjahan's ass cheek firmly. "Your ammi is quite the little slut, isn't she?" he says, his voice low and taunting.

The room seems to hold its breath as the words hang in the air. Adeel's eyes widen in shock, his mind racing to understand what is happening. His gaze darts between Rashid's smug expression and Noorjahan's half-lidded eyes, filled with a mix of lust
 
Adeel's throat is dry as a desert. his eyes fixed on his father's hand squeezing her flesh. "What...what do you mean?" he stammers, unable to process the situation.
 
Her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as she realizes the mistake she's made. She looks at Adeel apologetically."Adeel, beta, your father... he overheard us earlier today. He knows everything."
 
Adeel's hand drops to his side, his eyes flicking between his wife and father. He feels a strange cocktail of emotions: shock, anger, and a weird thrill at the thought of his father knowing their secret. "What... what do you mean?"
 
With a knowing grin, Rashid hand never leaving Noorjahan's ass. He looks at Adeel, his eyes gleaming. It seems your little love nest has no secrets from me. come inside and shut the fuck door and enjoy your lovely wife(your ammi as per you)and my fucking session you bastard.
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Update-4

Adeel's jaw drops as Rashid's words hang in the air, his thoughts racing. He can't believe what he's hearing. Noorjahan's eyes dart to him, a silent plea for understanding in them. The room feels stifling, the air thick with a mix of arousal and tension.
 
Adeel's legs feel like jelly as he sits on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do or say. His eyes are glued to Rashid's hand, which still grips Noorjahan's ass as if it's a lifeline in this storm of emotions.
 
The silence in the room is deafening as Rashid's hand squeezes Noorjahan's ass, his grin growing wider. "You heard me, Adeel. Get in here and watch how a real man fucks his slut of a wife."
 
With trembling hands, Noorjahan helps Adeel to his feet, guiding him towards the bed. She whispers in his ear, her voice thick with a mix of fear and lust, "Just watch, my love. It's for the best." Her eyes implore him to understand, to accept this twisted fate.
 
Rashid's grip tightens on Noorjahan's ass, his eyes never leaving Adeel's. That's it, son. Take a seat. He pats the space on the bed next to him with a condescending smile. You're going to enjoy the show.
 
Adeel's shock is palpable as he sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes wide as he takes in the scene before him. His father, Rashid, stands over Noorjahan, his handsome features contorted with lust as he rips away her clothes, revealing her voluptuous body. Her eyes meet his, a silent plea for understanding, and he can see the fear mingled with a strange excitement.
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Rashid's calloused hands roam over Noorjahan's flesh, his hunger for her palpable. She gasps as he squeezes her firm boobs, her nipples hardening under his touch. "Such a slut," he growls, "spreading your legs for anyone who'll give you a good fuck."
 
hmmmm, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations as Rashid's hands knead her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples
 
Adeel's cock stirs in his pants as he watches his father's rough handling of Noorjahan. He feels arousal he's never felt before. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, he watches in muted shock as Rashid's hand slides down her trembling belly to cup her pussy.

Rashid: Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh….Look at you, wet and begging for it like a whore. You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

Noorjahan: Haah... Uugh.. Aaah...Yeah and  nods, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, "Y-yes... abbu..."
 
"Look at how eager you are," Rashid says with a low chuckle, his eyes glinting with lust as he squeezes Noorjahan's plump ass. He pushes her down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide apart.
 
Aahh..Uugh..Aaah…Abu...I...I can't...
 
"You will, my little slut," Rashid's voice is a mix of command and desire as he grabs Noorjahan's hips, his strong hands leaving marks on her soft skin. "You're going take like the whore you are."
 
aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh …"Abu...please...Noorjahan says.
 
"Quiet, slut," Rashid says, slapping Noorjahan's thigh. "You're going to take it all, understand?"
 
swallows hard, unable to find words, adeel sits on the edge of the bed watching his father's aggressive dominance over his wife
 
aaaaaaaahhhhhhh……whimpers as Rashid slaps her thigh, the sting sending a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through her body "Yes, abbu...".
 
Rashid's eyes never leave Noorjahan's as he lowers his boxers, his cock springing free like an angry serpent. It's thick and veiny, a stark contrast to Adeel's, which now stood erect as he watched from the edge of the bed. Rashid smirks, taking in the sight of his son's shock and arousal. He grabs Noorjahan's neck, pulling her closer to his crotch.

Noor: haa ohhh…as Rashid's cock brushes against her face "Abu, please...
 
Rashid's eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and power as he ignored Noorjahan's pleas. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her face closer to his thick, erect member. "Look at what your son's whore of a wife has to offer," he sneered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Adeel's spine.

Adeel sat frozen on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him. His mind raced with a storm of emotions—shock, anger, and a confusing, burning arousal. He watched as Rashid's cock, a symbol of his own inadequacy, loomed over Noorjahan's trembling face.

Rashid's hand tightens in Noorjahan's hair as he feels the warmth of her breath against his cock. His grip turns painful, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she opens her mouth and takes the head of his dick between her lips, tentatively at first, as if testing the waters of this twisted game she's been thrown into.

Noorjahan swallows hard as Rashid's cock presses against her mouth, her eyes flickering to Adeel for a brief moment, seeking his reaction before she surrenders to the situation.

Rashid: grunts in pleasure as Noorjahan begins to suck his cock, her tongue swirling around the head as she tries to please him."Look at her, Adeel," he says, not breaking his gaze from her eyes, "such a hungry little slut for cock."

Adeel's eyes widen as he watches his father's cock disappear into Noorjahan's mouth. He's never seen her like this, so wanton, so...free. The sight sends a strange thrill through him, even as he feels a twinge of guilt for his part in this.

Rashid's hand pumps Noorjahan's head back and forth, forcing his dick deeper into her mouth. "Take it all, you little slut," he groans, his voice thick with desire. She gags but doesn't pull away, her eyes watering as she tries to accommodate his girth. Adeel's cock twitches in response, his hand unconsciously moving to stroke himself as he takes in the erotic sight.
 
Rashid: "Look at you, Adeel," Rashid says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Couldn't even satisfy your own wife without my help."

Rashid's hand tangles in Noorjahan's hair, pulling her closer, his hips thrusting up to meet her eager mouth. "You're such a good little whore," he whispers, his eyes never leaving 
Adeel's. The younger man feels his own arousal building as he watches his wife's cheeks hollow with each bob, her eyes glazed with a mix of fear and lust.
 
Adeel can't tear his gaze away from the scene unfolding before him. His own cock, now fully erect, throbs in his hand as he watches his father's dick slide in and out of 
Noorjahan's mouth. He's never seen her this way - so completely under someone else's control, so utterly devoted to pleasuring another man's body. It's a powerful sight that leaves him feeling both humiliated and strangely aroused.
 
With a gag, Noorjahan tries to pull back slightly, her cheeks bulging around Rashid's thick cock. Despite the degradation, her pussy throbs with need, betraying her own growing arousal. She glances at Adeel, searching for his reaction, for some sign of the love
 
Adeel remains silent, his hand frozen mid-stroke on his hard dick. The sight of his wife, his ammi, being used so roughly by his father sends a jolt of unexpected excitement through him. He tries to reconcile the love he feels for her with the rage simmering just beneath the surface, but his arousal is too intense to ignore.

Rashid: "You're such a good little slut for your abbu, aren't you, Noorjahan?" He sneers, his grip on her hair tightening as he forces her to take more of his cock. "Look at how eager you are for it. Tell me, do you miss my dick?"

 “Haah... Uugh.. Aaah...” “Yeah, she nods, her eyes never leaving Adeel's. Her cheeks flush with a mix of shame and lust as she tries to form the words around Rashid's intruding member. "Y-yes...I miss it, abbu."
 
Rashid's eyes gleam with satisfaction at Noorjahan's admission. He withdraws his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, leaving a string of saliva connecting them. "You're such a whore, Noorjahan," he says, slapping her cheek playfully. "But a whore who knows her place."

Adeel remains on the edge of the bed, his hand still wrapped around his erection as he watches his wife's naked body tremble under the weight of his father's lust. Rashid grabs Noorjahan's hips, turning her over onto her stomach and pushing her legs apart.
 
Rashid's face was mere inches from Noorjahan's glistening pussy, his breath hot against her wetness. He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring with the scent of their combined arousal. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, his eyes never leaving Adeel's.

Noorjahan could feel her body quivering with anticipation and fear. She knew that Rashid was going to take her in the most brutal way possible, with Adeel watching, and there was a twisted thrill in that knowledge. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and lust as she felt Rashid's toungue on the wall of her pussy.

Rashid's tongue swirled around Noorjahan's clit, teasing and tormenting her. He knew exactly how to push her buttons, and he reveled in her whimpers and moans. Meanwhile, Adeel sat frozen, his hand still wrapped around his stiff cock as he watched the scene unfold before him.

Noorjahan's breath hitched as Rashid's tongue plunged into her pussy, filling her with a sensation she hadn't felt in years as adeel is watching. She bit her lip to muffle her screams as he feasted on her, his hands gripping her ass firmly, spreading her cheeks wide for his pleasure.
 
Rashid's tongue danced around her clit, teasing it with circles before finally giving it the attention it craved, flicking and sucking until she squirmed beneath him. She couldn't help but glance over her shoulder at Adeel, whose eyes were glued to the obscene spectacle before him. His cock was rock-hard, a silent testament to the perverse thrill coursing through him.

Noorjahan: aahh haa Ah...yes...yes, abbu….
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Rashid's tongue felt like a snake slithering through her wet folds, his teeth grazing her sensitive clit as he held her down. Noorjahan's body responded with a shiver of pleasure that she couldn't suppress, despite the humiliation burning in her cheeks. She felt the mattress dip as Adeel's weight shifted, his eyes burning into her as he watched his father claim her.
 
aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh "Ah...yes, abbu..." she gasped, her voice trembling with the effort of holding back her screams of ecstasy. Her eyes searched for Adeel's, seeking his reaction to her degradation, but his gaze was dark, his jaw clenched. she ask adeel to come to her.
 
Adeel's eyes never left Noorjahan's, the conflict in his gaze a silent storm. He remained seated, his cock pulsing in his hand as he watched his father devour her pussy like a starving man at a feast. Rashid's tongue darted in and out, lapping up her juices, his moustache glistening with her arousal.
 
"Look at her, Adeel," Rashid said, his voice thick with lust as he sat up, his cock standing tall and demanding. "Look at your wife, begging for my cock like the slut she is." Noorjahan's eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement in her gaze as she met Adeel's. she again called him near her and adeel came to her she holds adeel cock.
 
Adeel felt his cock pulse in Noorjahan's gentle grip as he reluctantly sat back down, his eyes never leaving hers. Rashid took this as a silent surrender and plunged his cock into her soaking wet pussy with a brutal force that made her cry out. He grabbed her ass and began to fuck her hard, his hips slapping against her flesh with a rhythm that echoed through the room.
 
ahh aooh  "Oh...oh...fuck me, abbu...fuck me harder...yes, like that...yes!"
 
"Look at this greedy bitch," Rashid sneered, his eyes boring into Adeel's, "she can't get enough of my cock, can she?" He thrust deeper into Noorjahan, making her arch her back and cry out louder.
 
Adeel's grip tightened around his own cock as he remained silent, his eyes locked onto the erotic sight of his father's cock disappearing into his wife's pussy over and over again. Noorjahan's face was a mask of pleasure and pain as she was mercilessly pounded by the man who had raised him.
 
Rashid's hands found their way to Noorjahan's bouncing tits, squeezing them roughly as he continued to fuck her from behind. "Take it, slut," he growled, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass filling the room. Adeel felt his own cock throb in response to the degradation.
 
Noorjahan's eyes fluttered shut, her body a canvas of red blush as Rashid's fingers pinched and twisted her nipples. She moaned, the sound muffled by the pillow she was biting into. Her pussy was stretched to its limits, filled with her father-in-law's thick cock that plunged into her over and over again. Adeel sat on the edge of the bed, his own dick in his hand, watching the scene unfold with a strange mix of anger and excitement.
 
Rashid's hips smacked into Noorjahan's ass, leaving a trail of pleasure mixed with pain. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he grunted, his grip on her tits tightening.
 
Noorjahan couldn't find her voice to respond as her body was being claimed by her father-in-law's relentless assault. Adeel watched, his hand moving up and down his erect cock, the friction sending waves of heat through him. He felt torn between anger and the undeniable arousal that was building within him.
 
Rashid's grip on Noorjahan's hips grew firmer as he picked up the pace, his dick hammering into her pussy. He called her a slut, his voice filled with a raw, primal lust that seemed to echo the very beat of his heart.
 
Adeel watched in shocked silence as Rashid's hips pumped wildly, his dick disappearing into Noorjahan's pussy with every powerful stroke. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their frenzied lovemaking, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire.
 
Rashid's eyes were ablaze with lust as he fucked Noorjahan, his teeth gritted and his powerful body moving with an animalistic grace that seemed to defy his age. His hand reached up to squeeze her breast roughly, his thumb flicking her nipple until it was a hard peak. "You love this, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice thick with desire.
 
"Yes...yes," she murmured, her voice thick with need.
 
Noorjahan: I felt Rashid's breath hot on my neck as he whispered his vulgarities, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Take it, you little slut," he growled, his thick cock pummeling into me without mercy. My eyes met Adeel's, his hand still wrapped around his own erection, his expression unreadable. I reached back and grabbed Rashid's hip, urging him deeper, my body a vessel for his relentless desire.
 
Rashid: Say it, say you're my slut.
 
Noorjahan's eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching in her throat. She felt Adeel's gaze on her, his hand still wrapped around his dick, and she knew she had to give Rashid what he wanted. "Y-yes," she whimpered, her voice strained. "I'm your slut." The words seemed to spur Rashid on, his thrusts becoming more brutal, his cock filling her to the brim
 
With a whimper, Noorjahan felt Rashid's thick, rigid cock plunge into her depths with an unyielding force, filling her completely. She bit her lip to muffle her moans as he began to fuck her with a primal intensity, his hands squeezing her boobs and his mouth whispering lewd words into her ear."Oh, you're such a good slut for me, Noorjahan," Rashid's voice was a mix of sneer and praise, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
 
"A...Abbu..." she gasps as Rashid's grip tightens on her hips, slamming into her with each punishing thrust. She can feel the room spinning around her, the painful pleasure blurring her vision. She tries to focus on Adeel's face, desperately needing to read his emotions. His silence is deafening.
 
Rashid: "You're such a slut, aren't you, Noorjahan?" he growls, his dick plunging into her depths without mercy. "You love it when I fill you up like this, don't you?" His voice is a dark whisper in the quiet room, the only other sounds the wet slaps of skin on skin and their harsh panting.
 
Noorjahan: (her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes locked onto Adeel's) "Y-yes...Abbu," she stammers, her pussy tightening around Rashid's cock. She's lost in a whirlwind of sensations, torn between the fear of Rashid's dominance and the need to appease him.
 
Her body tenses as Rashid's harsh words echo through the room. Despite her inner turmoil, she feels a strange thrill at being called his slut. The feeling of his thick cock pounding into her pussy becomes almost addictive. She tries to keep her voice steady as she addresses Rashid. "Yes, Abbu...I'm your slut," she murmurs, her cheeks flaming red.
 
Rashid's eyes flicker with a dark triumph as he feels Noorjahan's body respond to his degradation. His strokes become more demanding, his breath hot on her neck as he whispers, "That's it, my sweet whore, tell me how much you love my cock."
 
Noorjahan gasps, her body betraying her as she rises to meet each of Rashid's powerful thrusts. The words feel like a knife twisting in her heart, but the fire in her core only burns hotter. She whispers back, "I love it, Abbu...please don't stop."
 
Noorjahan's body arches, her breasts heaving, as Rashid's cock reaches deeper into her. The pain is a sharp edge that she embraces, letting it mingle with the pleasure that's building like a storm within her. She cries out, her nails digging into the bed as she feels the first tremors of climax.
 
Rashid's strokes become more erratic, his breathing more ragged. His eyes lock onto Noorjahan's, a silent question burning within them. She nods, her own breath coming in short, sharp gasps, and with one final, brutal thrust, he fills her to the brim, his warm cum flooding her insides.
 
As the wave of ecstasy subsides, Rashid's grip on Noorjahan's hips relaxes, his cock still buried deep inside her. He leans down, capturing her mouth in a fierce, claiming kiss. His tongue invades her mouth, tasting of lust and power.
 
Noorjahan's body, trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, responds to Rashid's kiss with a passion that surprises even herself. Her hands move up his body, tangling in the salt-and-pepper hairs of his chest, pulling him closer as their kiss deepens.
 
Rashid's cock, still lodged deep within Noorjahan's quivering cunt, slowly starts to soften, their bodies still locked in the embrace of passion. He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving with the exertion of his climax, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and a hint of possessiveness.
 
With a final, lingering kiss, Rashid pulls out of Noorjahan's drenched pussy, leaving a trail of cum that clings to her inner thighs. Adeel, watching from the side, feels a strange mix of emotions - anger, arousal, and a twisted form of love. He sees his father's cock, glistening with the proof of their shared conquest, and something in him snaps.
 
As Rashid's cock slides out of her, Noorjahan gasps, feeling empty and used in the best possible way. She looks at Adeel, her eyes pleading for his acceptance. Rashid, noticing the tension, takes a moment to catch his breath before speaking.
 
Noorjahan, feeling the warmth of Rashid's seed inside her, leans up and kisses him deeply. It's a kiss that speaks of submission and passion, one that Adeel can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy for.
 
As Rashid's tongue ravages her mouth, Noorjahan's thoughts swirl in a tornado of passion and fear. She feels his cum trickling out of her stretched pussy, a sticky reminder of his claim on her. Her body trembles as she kisses him back, her heart racing.
 
Rashid's kiss becomes more urgent, his tongue claiming her mouth as his cock claimed her pussy. His hands roam possessively over her body, squeezing her breasts, his thumbs grazing her sensitive nipples.
 
Noorjahan moans into the kiss, her body still quivering from the intense orgasm Rashid's relentless fucking had just delivered. His cum leaks from her pussy, painting their entwined bodies with a sordid testament to his dominance.
 
Rashid's hand slides from Noorjahan's breast to her face, gently cupping her cheek as he deepens the kiss. He tastes his own cum on her lips, and the raw eroticism of the moment sends a shiver down his spine.
 
Rashid's kiss is like a brand, leaving a mark of ownership on Noorjahan's swollen, cum-covered lips. She responds with a fervor that's part desperation, part passion, her hands gripping the bed sheets as if to hold onto reality.
 
Noorjahan: (kisses Adeel's forehead, her body still trembling) "I need you to understand, my love..."
Noorjahan's gentle kiss on Adeel's forehead sends a shiver down his spine, the scent of their combined lust lingering in the air. He looks at her, his eyes filled with a complex mix of love, confusion, and reluctant arousal.
 
Adeel, unable to find the words to express his tumultuous emotions, nods slowly, his gaze drifting from Noorjahan's swollen, kiss-stained lips to her heaving chest. The sight of her hardened nipples peeking through the wet fabric of her nightdress is almost too much to bear.
As Rashid's breathing evened into the rhythm of sleep, Noorjahan carefully extricated herself from the tangle of sheets and limbs. The room was silent except for the soft snores of her bloody lover father in law she had just been intimate with. She felt a strange cocktail of emotions—shame, love, and a burning curiosity about what the future held for her. She tiptoed to the bathroom, her body still thrumming with the echoes of pleasure. As she cleaned up, she couldn't help but look at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes filled with a mix of happiness and excitement. She knew that this was only the beginning of a tumultuous journey that would test her marriage, her sanity, and her very soul. She returned to the bedroom, put on her clothes, and left the room quietly, her heart heavy but her steps determined.
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#11
Awesome start
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#12
(23-10-2024, 06:22 PM)Rubina Wrote: Dear All,
I tried to write this story in Telugu, because i love to read stories in telugu, but my writing skill in telugu are very bad, i can understand that so I am not continuing this story in telugu , but i love those two stories a continuation is must , I believe. 

I will Provide you the Links for the original stories below 

An Unwanted Affair

https://xossipy.com/thread-9202.html


Thanks for story Link and your continuations.   Namaskar
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Update-7
As said all days are not good days, tragedy hits Noor family as she lost her father.
The weeks after the accident that claimed Noorjahan's father's life were a blur of grief and uncertainty. Her family's small grocery shop had been their only source of income, and now it struggled to stay afloat amidst their sorrow. Enter Rashid, her father-in-law, with his strong embrace and the promise of stability. His help was a beacon in their time of need, and she found herself looking to him not just for financial support, but for the comfort and guidance that she had lost. His presence grew more pronounced in their lives, and as the months went by, the lines of familial affection began to blur. The quiet moments of understanding between them grew longer, the gentle touches more lingering. It was a gradual shift, but it was undeniable. Noorjahan found that she had come to love FIL in a way that she had never anticipated—deeper and more complex than mere gratitude. It was a love tinged with a fiery passion that she had never experienced before, one that grew stronger with every shared glance and every whispered promise of protection.

Even Father-in-law arranged marriages to sisters quickly, finding suitable matches within his social circle. The weddings were small but elegant, a stark contrast to the modest celebrations of their own.

The house was abuzz with activity as Rashid's deep pockets made sure that Noorjahan's sisters had the weddings they deserved. He had a knack for organizing events, and his influence stretched far into the community. The sight of her sisters, now dressed in fine silks and jewels, brought a bittersweet smile to Noorjahan's face. She felt a pang of envy at their newfound happiness, but also a sense of pride that she had helped to make it happen. As the ceremonies drew to a close, she found herself drawn to Rashid once again. His gaze lingered on her, and she knew what he was thinking.

That night, after the last guest had left and the echoes of laughter and music had faded away, Noorjahan found herself in her marital bed, unable to sleep. The soft snores of Adeel beside her were a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions churning within her. Her thoughts drifted to father-in-law, who was just a few rooms away. She slipped out of bed, the floor cool beneath her bare feet, and tiptoed to the door, the fabric of her nightdress brushing against her skin like a lover's caress.
 
Noorjahan's heart raced as she made her way down the corridor. The dim moonlight filtering through the windows cast eerie shadows on the walls, playing tricks on her mind. She reached fil room, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She took a deep breath and pushed it open. He was asleep, sprawled across the bed, his muscular form barely covered by the sheets. She approached him, her eyes taking in every inch of his body, remembering the way he had claimed her earlier that evening. Her hand touched his shoulder, gently shaking him. "Abbu," she whispered, her voice a soft caress in the stillness. Rashid's eyes fluttered open, and a knowing smile played on his lips. He pulled her into bed, his strong arms wrapping around her. "You couldn't stay away," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Rashid's eyes gleamed in the darkness as he felt Noorjahan's warmth beside him. He had been waiting for this moment all evening, the thought of her supple body writhing beneath him driving him wild. He rolled over, his hand cupping her cheek as he brought her face closer to his. His kiss was firm, demanding, as if to remind her who was in charge. His other hand slipped down to her waist, sliding the fabric of her nightdress up to expose her smooth, soft skin. His fingertips danced along her thigh before finally reaching her damp mound. "You're wet," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Do you want me to make you cum again?" Noorjahan's body quivered as his fingers found her clit, circling it with expert precision. She nodded, unable to form words. Rashid chuckled darkly and rolled her onto her back, his hand moving to her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped. "You're mine," he growled, "and I'll take you whenever I want."
 
My eyes fluttered open as father-in-law hand claimed my body, his touch sending electric currents through my veins. I felt a strange mix of fear and arousal, but I couldn't deny the desire pooling in my core. "Y-yes, abbu," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I'm yours." His thumb brushed against my clit as his fingers slid into my pussy, stretching me open. I bit my lip to muffle the moan that escaped my throat. "Good girl," he praised, his voice low and guttural. His cock, already hard and demanding, pressed against my thigh. I reached down to stroke him, feeling a newfound power in the way his body reacted to my touch. "You're going to love what I'm going to do to you," he promised
 
his eyes gleaming in the moonlit room. His fingers withdrew from my pussy, and before I could protest, his mouth was on me, licking and sucking with a fervor that left me trembling. I threw my head back, my hands tangling in the sheets as he brought me to the brink of climax, only to pull back at the last moment. "Abbu, please," I begged, my voice needy and desperate.
 
He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill down my spine. "Patience, my sweet," he murmured, moving to position his cock at my entrance. "This is just the beginning." With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely, his hips slamming into me. I could feel the power behind every movement, the claim he was staking on my body. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing my neck as he fucked me.

I could only nod, my eyes squeezed shut as his cock claimed me again. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, each thrust sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. I gripped the bed, my nails digging into the soft mattress as he took me mercilessly. His words echoed in my mind: 'You're mine.' I couldn't deny it, not when he made me feel so alive.
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#14
Update plz medam
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#15
Plz update
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