Adultery Taming Maya - Transformation of a Sanskari House Wife

[Herbiee]

WHAT HAPPENED?? Please update soon.!

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[mayanair32]

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[mayanair32]

Your narration is superb...don't stop and don't leave this as an another half narrated story

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[Herbiee]

Where is MAYA ???

[RANA ROY]

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[mayanair32]

Maya was taken aback by Rasheed's move as his left palm gently rested on her midriff. Rasheed's thumb and forefinger closed around a fold of her waist, sending a tingling sensation through her lower back. She pressed her lips together, a subtle flicker of surprise crossing her face as her eyes met Rajiv’s. She struggled to read his facial expression. Rajiv's face appeared pale, but he was smiling.

"Dear, this is Rasheed, sir..." she said to her husband, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. Maya’s eyes flicked to Rasheed, whose cheeky smile seemed a little too familiar. "Oh, he knows Ramesh Uncle and Tara Didi," she commented. Had they met before?

Maya felt Rasheed’s fingers tighten on her as he said, “Hello Rajiv, nice to meet you again. What a pleasant surprise.” His smirk sent a chill down her spine.

"Nice to meet you, sir," he said, forcing a smile. "Ah, no sir... I'm not interested in dancing." His eyes were trying to measure the amount of flesh Rasheed’s palm was grabbing from his beloved wife.

"Ah, that's too bad, man. How can you say that with this sexy lady beside you?" Rasheed's hand tightened on Maya's waist, pressing her against his side. "What about you, Maya? Do you like to dance? Or are you as… reserved as your husband?" He winked, his gaze settling on her lips, a suggestive gleam in his eyes.

The comment made Rajiv’s cheeks flush a deep red. He glanced at Maya, a knot of worry tightening in his stomach. He’d never witnessed her dancing in such a setting. Before she could form a response, he spoke for her, his voice slightly strained: "She doesn't like dancing, sir." Maya, her lips pressed together, offered a small, almost imperceptible nod.

Rasheed turned to Maya, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you sure about this, Maya?" Rajiv started to speak, a note of anxiety in his voice. "Sir, she—" But Rasheed cut him off, his tone edged with steel. "Let the lady answer, man." Rajiv’s face flushed. "Ah, sorry, sir. I was just…" he mumbled, his smile faltering. "Maya, speak up," he repeated, trying to recapture his earlier joviality, but it fell flat.

"Hey, Maya. You heard your hubby, right? Speak up." The pressure of Rasheed's finger on her waist intensified, as she struggled to come up with an answer. Rajiv averted his gaze, a mixture of anger and helplessness churning within him. Why is she so quiet? Is she trying to smooth things over? This is humiliating.

"I like dancing, sir... but I don't know the steps, you know," Maya murmured to Rasheed, her gaze fixed on some unseen point on the floor. She avoided Rajiv’s eyes, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between them. This simple admission felt like a betrayal.

"Yes, I knew that," Rasheed said, his voice laced with a playful edge. "See, Rajiv, you don't even know what your wife wants. Pathetic." He gently tucked a lock of Maya's hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her skin. A faint blush rose on Maya's cheeks, a flicker of something that might have been pleasure crossing her face before she quickly masked it. "You have beautiful hair, Maya," he murmured, then lightly patted her cheek.

Rajiv forced a weak smile. "Nothing like that, sir. She can talk freely with me, you know?" He swallowed hard. "You can teach her a few steps, if you'd like." Why did I say that? he thought, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach. But… she didn’t pull away.

"Haha, I will, Rajiv, I will teach her a few steps tonight," Rasheed said with a wink, his gaze lingering on Maya. "Are you ready to learn some new tricks, Maya?" A mischievous smile played on his lips. "Hope you're a quick learner, because this master is a bit strict, haha." He gently shifted his hand, letting it rest lightly on the top of her lehenga. The contact sent a shiver through her, but this time it was laced with a sharp stab of guilt.

"Ah, sure, sir, I'll try to learn it quickly," Maya managed, her breath catching slightly as she felt the warmth of his palm against her. She subtly wriggled her right hand, trapped between them, desperate for a sliver of personal space. "You have to, or you'll have punishment for wasting my time," Rasheed teased, his voice low. He seemed to sense her discomfort, but instead of removing his hand, he simply relocated it, his palm sliding down her back until it hovered just above the curve of her buttocks.

"Everything okay, Maya?" Rasheed murmured, his hand now fully cupping her left buttock, his fingers subtly pressing into her flesh. He held her gaze, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Maya caught her breath. A wave of nausea mixed with a strange, undeniable excitement washed over her. "Nothing, sir… my hand was just jammed," she whispered, her voice trembling. Rajiv was stunned by her reply. Unbelievable, She’s lying. She has to be. He’d seen the way Rasheed’s hand moved its not innocent.

How could everything be fine? What was she saying—just her hand? He’d clearly seen Rasheed’s hand moving over Maya’s backside. “Hey, Maya, if your hand’s not feeling good, you don’t need to dance, okay? We can go,” he said, desperately hoping she’d agree, it was only her hand that was hurting, not her entire body. What are you talking about, Rajiv? As usual, you don’t understand her," Rasheed quickly interjected.


"Why don't you hold me comfortably around my waist?” Rasheed suggested, his words a daring invitation. His eyes held Maya captive. “I'm pretty sure you'll feel more comfortable that way”

Maya felt a chill run down her spine. She knew this was wrong, knew Rajiv was suffering, but she felt trapped, unable to resist. "Oh, sure, sir," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm fine, dear. Don't worry." With a trembling hand, she reached out and placed it on Rasheed's waist, her eyes fixed on the floor.

"See what I told you?" Rasheed said, his voice laced with triumph. "She's completely comfortable in this position." He pressed his palm harder against her buttock, the pressure intensifying, pushing her pelvis against his.

Rajiv couldn’t say anything other than showing a brave face. View of Maya’s right breast gets shoved against Rasheed’s wide chest and gives tingles on his dick. Bastard is enjoying the feel of the soft flesh of his sweet wife’s breast, His eyes shifted to Rasheed’s hand resting on her buttock, the palm settled on the rounded curve while his index finger traced gentle semicircles over it. [how come Maya is not feeling it ?]

"Shall we hit the dance floor, Maya?" Rasheed asked, savoring the warmth of her body. He leaned his body closer to hers, gradually moving his left leg toward her, his thigh pressing gently against hers. He wanted to feel every inch of her.

Maya nodded her head gently, her lips curved into a coy smile, “sure sir ..” Her sound was very soft as she was fully aware of Rasheed's finger tracing her panty line. She deliberately averts her gaze from her husband, Rajiv. Rasheed easily understood what’s going on, she is liking it, he just need to push her a bit. A mischievous smile came to his lips. He looked at Rajiv “So let me teach her some new steps Rajiv” and moved his hand from her buttocks to her waist and slowly

Rasheed suddenly stopped after taking a few steps towards the stairs to the ground floor. “Hey Rajiv, Why don’t you keep hold of this dupatta, its will be a nuisance in the dance floor” He quickly removed the duppatta from Maya’s shoulder and threw it into Rajiv’s hands carelessly. Before Rajiv could catch it fell into the floor. “Ahh Man.. you are too slow.. “ Rasheed grinned as he watched the bewildered face of Rajiv. Rajiv’s eyes struck on Maya now, her round firm breasts are in full display now. Upper portion of her round navel is now fully exposed.

Rasheed’s index finger is resting inches away from it. Sight of her mangalsutra dangle between the breasts from her neck send shivers through Rajiv. He quickly moved his gaze away and leaned down and took the duppatta from the floor.

“Okay then .. enjoy Rajiv ..” Rasheed calmly walked towards the stair with Maya, a triumphant smile adored his lips. He slowly guides her through the crowd, enjoying the murmurs around him as he proudly let everyone watch him pressing her against his side chest. His hand was making subtle movements towards her navel.

[Jayam Ramana]

Awesome update. Humiliation of Rajiv should make Maya happy.

[veenaimo]

Woow... Looong wait

[Ajanmol]

Pls continue this masterpiece maya nair .....pls pls