Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[damien123456]

hi bro good update afrah being afrah again nice to read let me tell you something bro afrah should be the toughest catch for vishal

[Zoz34]

hi bro good update afrah being afrah again nice to read let me tell you something bro afrah should be the toughest catch for vishal

Thanks bro

[damien123456]

when the next update comes

[Zoz34]

May be tomorrow or day after that

[damien123456]

i am waiting

[a2011]

waiting for an update...

[Yesudoss]

This is going awesome

[Zoz34]

Vishal's POV:  

He knew he had to tread carefully with her. Afrah seemed to enjoy exploring the sexy, daring side of herself, but he was all too aware of her habit of retreating back into her shell. Her conservative background always loomed in the background, like a safety net she instinctively fell back on.  

But that was the fun of it—the challenge. The thrill lay in drawing her out, coaxing her to embrace her boldness fully. 



He looked at the picture again, his eyes lingering on her hand groping the long, dark brinjal. The way her fingers wrapped around it sent his mind spiraling back to that afternoon.  

In the heat of the noon, her soft, fair hand had been tentatively brushing against his thigh. She had been hesitant, her conservative instincts warring with the electricity sparking between them. But he could see the way her resolve crumbled, the way curiosity and desire overtook her reluctance.  

Within minutes, that same hand had slid over the hard ridge of his pants, her fingers curling tentatively around his throbbing length. The look in her eyes had been a mix of nervousness and bold defiance, as though she couldn’t believe what she was doing but couldn’t bring herself to stop.  

 

The way her soft hand moved, caressing his hidden length over his pants, made him throb harder beneath the fabric. Her fingers trailed with an almost deliberate curiosity, as if she were sizing him up, testing his thickness and length with every slow stroke. It wasn’t just her touch—it was the way she seemed to hesitate, yet linger, that drove him wild.  

 He was certain that, if not for the untimely interruptions, she would’ve let herself explore further.

He looked at the picture again and let out a low chuckle. The brinjal in her hand w, but soon, it would be replaced with something much bigger—his throbbing length, finally in her grasp.  

  

Next day 



The next day at the office, Vishal’s eyes immediately found Afrah. She was standing by Neha’s desk, chatting casually, her laughter carrying across the room. He tried to focus on his work, but she noticed him looking.  

Her full, rounded ass swelled temptingly beneath the confines of her tight knee-length skirt, the fabric clinging looks tight . Each curve was sculpted perfection, the kind that seemed to defy gravity, with her arched stance showcasing its luscious prominence. The skirt stretched over the juicy ass, the seam straining slightly as if it could barely contain the soft, sinful flesh beneath—a sight that could stir even the coldest blood. 

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God, her ass looked irresistible—round, firm, and deliciously tempting. The sight of her juicy, round ass teasing him through the clingy fabric of her skirt was driving him insane. He could barely resist the overwhelming urge to step closer, palm it firmly, and deliver a sharp slap, just to see it jiggle enticingly under his hand. The thought alone made his fingers twitch with anticipation, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Her gaze flickered toward him again. She straightened, smoothing her skirt down as if to challenge him further. Vishal exhaled sharply, knowing this game they played was far from over.  



Vishal’s mind sparked with a devious plan. Afrah’s duality intrigued him—sometimes she gave in to her lust, fully embracing her sensual side, only to retreat into guilt and modesty afterward. It was a constant push and pull that both frustrated and excited him.  

But today, he had an idea to tip the balance. If Afrah could tease him, why not turn the tables? He knew exactly how to get under her skin. Tanya and her husband were scheduled to visit the office later, and he saw the perfect opport
unity to stoke a little jealousy.  

Tanya and her husband, Aakash, arrived at the office. As usual, Tanya’s presence demanded attention. The Bong beauty was dbangd in a saree that, while not as provocative as her usual attire, still managed to turn heads.  

The fabric clung to her curves, teasing more than it revealed. The saree sat low on her hips, teasing with a glimpse of her soft, slightly flabby waist.

Though her large breasts were covered by the blouse, it seemed to strain against the fabric, desperate to break free from its tight grip. 

 
Vishal smirked, knowing exactly how Afrah would react when she saw him interact with Tanya. The game was about to get interesting.  


Vishal engaged in polite business talk with Tanya and Aakash but his eyes occasionally drifting to Tanya.  

After a while, Vishal leaned back in his chair, pretending to consider something. Then, with deliberate casualness, he picked up his phone and dialed Afrah’s extension.  

Vishal:“Afrah,Since you're handling the project now, I think it makes sense for you to join us. Why don’t we step out for lunch and discuss the next steps there?”  

He didn’t miss the flicker of surprise on Tanya’s face, nor the slight narrowing of Aakash’s eyes. 


At restaurant 




At the restaurant, they took their seats, Tanya gracefully settling into hers. As she adjusted her saree, her pallu slipped, sliding off her shoulder and exposing a glorious glimpse of her creamy cleavage.One could clearly see her deep, scandalous curves, like sin etched into her silhouette, shamelessly embraced by the daring cut of her blouse.

The soft rise and fall of her chest as she breathed made the view all the more captivating. Vishal’s gaze flickered to the exposed skin, the contrast of her golden necklace resting against the creamy boobs making it look even more enticing. Her posture, deliberate yet casual, made it seem as if the mishap were unintentional, though Vishal knew better.  

He felt a rush of satisfaction as he glanced at Afrah. Her jaw tightened slightly, and her eyes darted to Tanya before settling back on her plate. The irritation was subtle but unmistakable. Vishal smirked, enjoying the reaction.  

Tanya, completely unbothered, continued to chat, oblivious—or perhaps perfectly aware—of the small storm she was stirring. Vishal leaned back, his fingers tracing the edge of his glass as he let his eyes wander back to Tanya. He knew the sight was delicious, tempting, but his real amusement came from Afrah's barely concealed jealousy.  

Afrah pov:



Afrah’s eyes narrowed as she watched Tanya across the table. That slut, she thought bitterly, seething as she noticed Tanya's pallu still carelessly dbangd, revealing her big, enticing boobs. Even in front of her husband, Tanya was shamelessly tempting Vishal.  
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Afrah’s gaze flickered to Vishal, and her irritation deepened. He wasn’t even trying to hide the way his eyes lingered on Tanya’s chest. Meanwhile, Tanya, the shameless woman, seemed to thrive under the attention.  

As if to prove Afrah’s point, Tanya picked up her fork, twirling it delicately through her pasta. She leaned forward just enough for her cleavage to press against the edge of the table, the soft swell of her breasts straining against the confines of her blouse, begging for more attention. It was almost too much—the way her chest seemed ready to spill out at any moment. Then, as if fate had a wicked sense of humor, a dollop of creamy white sauce slipped from her fork and landed right on the exposed curve of her boobs, drawing all eyes like a magnet to the glistening drop.
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“Oh, oops,” Tanya said. Her lips curled into a small smile as she slowly brought her hand to her chest. Her fingers delicately wiped the cream off her creamy skin .

The woman lifted her sauce-coated finger to her lips, parting them slightly. Her tongue darted out, licking the cream off with a slow, deliberate motion, as if savoring every bit of it.  

Afrah clenched her fists under the table. She could feel her irritation bubbling over, her mind racing with jealousy and frustration. That slut doesn’t have any shame. And in front of her husband, no less. Vishal better not be enjoying this.  

But when she dared to glance at him, the slight smirk on his lips told her otherwise.  

Tanya : I love this cream ,it's so delicious.

Afrah cursed silently in her mind. Slut. Her fists tightened under the table, her irritation bubbling dangerously close to the surface. Tanya’s shamelessness was beyond infuriating.  

But then, Afrah’s thoughts began to drift. Her eyes fell on the small smear of white cream still clinging to Tanya’s lips, glistening under the light. The suggestive words Tanya had uttered seemed to echo in her mind, amplifying the tension in the room.  

Afrah’s jaw tightened as an unsettling thought surfaced. Had Tanya tasted Vishal? The very idea sent a wave of jealousy and arousal coursing through her veins.


Even though she didn’t want to, her mind conjured an image so vivid it made her stomach twist. She saw Vishal, completely naked, sitting with his legs spread wide, his muscular chest glistening under dim light. Tanya was on her knees in front of him, her brown skin flushed and smeared with thick, white cum.  

Afrah’s pulse quickened as her imagination played cruel tricks on her. She could see Tanya’s lips parting, her tongue darting out to clean the mess from her cheek with a slow, sensual motion. Tanya’s eyes, filled with playful submission, locked onto Vishal’s as she licked her fingers clean.  

The thought sent a wave of anger but most importantly it made her horny , thinking about his thick cum .


Vishal pov:

Vishal couldn't help but enjoy the game. Tanya’s bold gestures were just as provocative as he’d expected, so was afrah reaction.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt Afrah's hand on his thigh. 

Afrah dug her nails into his skin, her grip tight with anger and jealousy. “You’re enjoying the show, huh?” she whispered.


Vishal's thoughts were cut short as the waiter arrived, placing a plate of dessert on the table. A decadent arrangement of chocolate drizzled over whipped cream and ripe strawberries took center stage. The aroma of cocoa mixed with the sweetness of the cream lingered in the air.

With her hand gripping his thigh possessively, her nails pressing deeper into his skin. Her narrowed eyes, filled with mischief and hunger, locked on his as she picked up the dessert. The plump strawberry, dripping with honey and cream, became her weapon of choice.  

She drew it to her lips, her tongue darting out to lap at the creamy sweetness, the tip of it flicking over the fruit’s surface in a slow, teasing circle. Her eyes remained fixed on him, daring him to look away as her full lips parted with deliberate slowness. She took the strawberry into her mouth, her lips sealing around it in a way that made his stomach knot with desire.  

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A drop of honey escaped, sliding down the curve of her chin. Another dribbled from her fingers, pooling on her palm before streaking down to her wrist. The viscous nectar smeared across her luminous skin, catching the light in a way that made it glisten obscenely.

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Her lips released the strawberry with a soft, wet sound, and her tongue swept over the remaining cream on her mouth, dragging slowly to savor every drop. She brought her sticky fingers to her lips, one by one, slipping them between her mouth as she sucked them clean. 
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He was painfully hard, his erection throbbing against the confines of his pants as he look at the seductive scenario unfolding before his eyes.

His attention was fixated on her lips as he felt her hand press against his hardon. His cock jerk beneath the fabric.He saw a brief flicker of shock in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a teasing grin as her teeth nipped at her lip. He struggled to stifle a gasp as her hand moved, slowly rubbing him, cupping him over the fabric.


She picked up the spoon, this time scooping up the thick, white cream . She held the spoon to her lips, teasing him with the anticipation as she took her time, her eyes dark with intent and fixed firmly on his.  

With a soft, sensual moan, she parted her lips and allowed the thick cream to slide across them, coating them in a rich, glossy layer. The white liquid on her lips made them look even fuller, more inviting, ,also creating an illusion as if it was layered with thick white cum. [img]<a href=[/img]" />

It was almost unbearable for him to hold back as he watched her lips move over the cream in such a filthy way, while her hand kept rubbing and squeezing his hardon, making it harder to stay in control.


When the spoon was finally removed, her tongue shot out impulsively, tracing the outline of her lips with exaggerated slowness, licking away every trace of the creamy substance. Her tongue circled her mouth, lingering on her full, pink lips as if she couldn’t get enough of the taste. The way her tongue glided over her lips, dragging the cream across every curve, was a move meant to entice, to draw his attention to how she tasted, how she wanted to be savored.  

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His cock twitched as her hand continued rubbing over the fabric, the sensation so intense he thought he might explode. But just as he was losing control, her hand pulled away, the sound of Tanya’s husband speaking from across the table snapping him back to reality.


Afrah’s POV: 


A teasing smile curled on her lips as she excused herself to washroom. She felt victorious ,as Vishal attention now completely on her .

As she finished in the washroom, a hand suddenly gripped her waist, slamming her against the wall, and a fierce kiss followed. She recognized it was Vishal, just like the last time when she had been with Sohail for dinner.

Breathless, he whispered against her lips, “You think you can tease me and leave me hanging?” His voice was thick with lust, tinged with frustration. He kissed her again, his hand sliding down to her ass, squeezing it hard. She moaned, briefly surrendering to the kiss, but the reality of where she was snapped her back.

“No, Vishal,” she said, stopping him.

He pulled back, smirking. “Fine. I’ll go to Tanya. She’ll take care of it,” he said, pointing to his bulge, his eyes dark with challenge.


Afrah: "No, you're not going anywhere near that slut."


Vishal: "It needs to be taken care of, if not by you, then by someone else,"

Afrah: "I said, you're not going anywhere near that slut,"



He: "Then you’ll have to take care of it,"

Her mind raced, her breath catching as her gaze once again flicked down to the tent in his pants, the bulge painfully obvious. 

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, "You’re responsible for this. You should take care of it."

The image from last night flooded her mind—imagining herself holding him, her bare hands against his skin, with nothing between them.

Slowly, her hand moved to the bulge, trembling slightly as it found his belt. With deliberate care, she unbuckled it, her fingers grazing the fabric of his pants as she unzipped them. She pushed the pants down to his thighs, her eyes locking onto the strained bulge beneath his underwear. 

His cock looked like it was struggling to break free, the fabric barely containing it. Her hand hesitated for a moment before hooking onto the waistband of his underwear. She pulled it down slowly, and with a sudden motion, it sprang free, hard and throbbing before her.



His cock was enormous, veins snaking along its length, making it both intimidating and mesmerizing. Her breath hitched as she looks at it she bit her lip, torn between curiosity and desire. Slowly, almost hesitantly, her hand moved toward it. The moment her fingers brushed against his heated skin, a jolt shot through her body, stealing her breath and freezing her in place. 

For the first time, she was touching something so intimate, a cock , and the sensation was electrifying, unlike anything she’d ever known. She attempted to wrap her fingers around him, but his sheer thickness made it impossible. Her palm pressed against his cock, feeling the veins throbbing beneath her touch, radiating heat and a primal energy that sent a shiver down her spine. 


“Oh God,” escaped her lips as her breathing grew heavy. Her hand remained frozen, simply holding him, feeling the weight and heat against her palm.

Vishal : “Afrah, do it.”

Her fingers began to move hesitantly, stroking him with slow, deliberate motions. The heat of his skin under her soft hand was almost too much, and her eyes stayed fixed on his cock—enormous and unlike anything she had ever seen before. 

She watched in awe as her strokes revealed the glistening head, only for the skin to slide back down with each movement. The sight was hypnotic, her focus locked on how it shifted and moved, her touch exploring every inch with a mix of wonder and nervous excitement. She was completely captivated, lost in the moment.



It’s so big and thick, she thought, her own body betraying her as she felt herself getting wet while stroking him with one hand. Vishal stepped back and sat on the edge of the washroom basin, his cock now standing upright at a sharp 90-degree angle.  

She brought her other hand into play, wrapping both around his thick shaft. Even then, more of him remained exposed, his cock straining against her grip. The deep, dark skin of his cock stood in stark contrast to the pale tone of her hands, making the movement even more captivating as she stroked him. 


Her eyes were fixed on his cock, watching the foreskin slide up and down, each movement a mesmerizing dance. Without even realizing it, her thumb traced the sensitive head when the foreskin slid back, causing Vishal to let out a low, guttural moan. The sound sent a shiver through her, the raw, primal noise adding to the heat of the moment. She could hear the slick movement of her hand gliding over him, the sound of each stroke echoing in the room. Vishal’s moan only made her more confident, her strokes becoming faster, more enthusiastic, as she relished in the rhythm they were creating together.


Her nipples were becoming hard, pressing against the fabric of her dress, and she was completely soaked, her arousal undeniable. Yet, her hands continued to stroke Vishal’s engorged cock, their forbidden act unfolding in the washroom where anyone could walk in at any moment. Neither of them cared.  

She felt a raging fire deep within her, an ache that begged for relief, as her eyes fixated on the head of his cock. A bead of liquid was forming at the tip, glistening under the light. The sight was unbearably arousing. Her thumb instinctively traced over the slick bead, feeling its sticky warmth, sending a thrill through her. her hand continued to stroke him, her fingers and palm became slick with his pre-cum. Each slow movement spread the wetness across his hard cock, making the strokes smoother, more fluid. The sensation was sticky but intoxicating, and his cock began to glide with ease, glistening with each passing moment, the rhythmic sound of her touch growing louder, heightening the tension between them.

Afrah was so lost in the act that she didn’t hear the washroom door creak open.

Tanya’s voice broke through, sharp and accusing.  
Tanya: "You slut! I knew something was wrong! Don’t you have any shame, doing that in the washroom?"

Afrah didn’t stop. If anything, Tanya's words only fueled her anger—and heightened her arousal. Her hand moved faster, and the sounds from Vishal grew louder, making him whimper.

Afrah: "Go back to the table, you dirty whore. Don’t you see we’re busy?"

Tanya’s gaze flickered over to Vishal, her face a mixture of confusion and anger.  

Afrah: "What are you staring at him for? Go away, you slut."

Tanya: "Vishal—"

Afrah: "He won’t listen to you. Now go. Just... go."

Tanya left the washroom angrily.

With a victorious smile, she focused on Vishal, watching him intently. She heard his strangled whimper, his body tense and rigid, muscles flexing as if struggling to hold back. The sight of him unraveling at her touch sent a wicked thrill coursing through her veins, a surge of exhilaration that filled her with newfound power. She was in control—control of his body, control of him. Each movement she made, each stroke, deepened her hold, her confidence growing with every sound he made, every flinch of his muscles.

He: "Oh, fuck, Afrah," he groaned, his voice raw, the words dripping with desperation.  

Her lips parted, a soft, shaky whimper slipping out in response as she watched him, completely captivated by his surrender.  

And then it hit her—the sudden, sharp pulse in her hand as his cock jerked violently. She didn’t stop, her strokes growing slower, firmer, teasing him right to the edge. His head tipped back, his jaw tight as he bit back a guttural moan.  

The first jet of hot, sticky release shot out, splattering across her chest in thick, erratic streaks, painting her skin through the fabric. The sensation was shocking, warm, and almost sinful. She froze for a second, stunned, but her hand continued, her fingers instinctively tightening around him.  

Another stream followed, weaker but no less intense, landing in glistening drops on the floor tiles. Her palm slid over his length, now slick and wet with his release, the creamy fluid spreading with every stroke. The sound of her movements was unmistakable, wet and rhythmic, echoing in the confined space.  

Vishal sagged against the basin, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. She stared at her hand, now coated in his thick, sticky cum, glistening under the bathroom light like a forbidden trophy.



To be continued

[Chandan]

really just awesome 

[Hotyyhard]

wow amazing update bro

[xboard1986]

Suler

[damien123456]

great update but don't let her to suck his dick soon vishal should go down on her few more times for afrah to go down on him once

[K MD THABREZ]

Very nice

[Karthik Ramarajan]

Afrah has taken the role of Tanya as a slut of vishal. Super.

[Rangabaashyam]

Really engaging updates

[Jayam Ramana]

Even if afrah marry sohail, she will sleep only with vishal. ha ha ha

[opheliyaa]

Afrah is possessive now. Soon will become obsessive.

[killthecheats]

Fabulous update

[Samadhanam]

Afrah has a good future as biggest whore of town

[K MD THABREZ]

Super next update