Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[K MD THABREZ]

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[Zoz34]

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[K MD THABREZ]

Witting

[Zoz34]

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As they stepped out of the hotel, Menand even some womencouldn’t help but stare. Their eyes roamed over her long legs, lingering on the curve of her ass that peeked out from the scandalously short denim. Her breasts, perfectly framed by the tight pink top, drew greedy stares, while her toned midriff and delicate navel seemed to invite fantasies of wandering lips.  

Afrah felt a mix of emotions—shy under the relentless gazes but undeniably sexy. The way people ogled her body made her pulse quicken, a forbidden thrill coursing through her veins. Though she felt exposed, she also felt powerful, knowing she was turning heads and stealing breaths. It was daring, it was bold, and she couldn’t deny—she loved the way Vishal’s choices had made her the center of attention[img]<a href=[/img]

As the night wore on and they found themselves seated at a cozy beach restaurant, her attention shifted. The mellow background music added to the intimacy of the moment, but Afrah’s focus kept drifting to Vishal. His eyes were fixed on her—her bare thigh, the curve of her waist, the slight dip of her navel revealed by the pink top. She could feel his gaze.

Afrah :"Stop looking like that."

Vishal: “What?” 

Afrah:“I know what you’re looking at,” 

Vishal: “I can’t help it,You look so sexy, like smooth butter. I can’t resist.” 

She didn’t know whether to blush or laugh, but one thing was clear: she was enjoying every moment of this flirtatious dance.


Vishal: "You know, the way your shorts hug your body, it’s like they’re made for my eyes only."

Afrah: "Stop staring, Vishal. You’re making me feel uncomfortable.'

Vishal: "Can’t help it. That smooth thigh of yours is just begging to be touched."

Afrah: "You’re so shameless."

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Vishal: "Oh, I’m just admiring the view. Your waist, your curves... it’s hard not to stare."




Afrah: "You really can't stop staring, can you?"

Vishal: "How could I not? The way your curves fit those shorts, it’s like they’re made to showcase every inch of you. Especially your ass... it’s so fucking perfect, the way it moves."

Afrah: "Vishal, please, not that word..."

Vishal: "Why? It’s the truth. That round, smooth ass of yours looks like it’s begging for attention. It’s the first thing I noticed when we were walking. It’s... irresistible."

Afrah: "I don’t like you talking like that."

Vishal: "But it’s so damn filthy in the best way,Every step you take makes that ass jiggle perfectly left right.The way your waist dips and moves? Fuck, it’s obscene—racy as hell—and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t loving every second of it.” 

Afrah: "You’re unbelievable, Vishal. Honestly."  

Vishal: "What? It’s not like I haven’t seen you before… you know, without much on."  

Afrah: "Stop saying things like that!"  

She took a sip from her drink , the alcohol was slowly beginning to hit


Vishal: "Why should I? It’s true. You look stunning, especially when there’s nothing hiding that gorgeous juicy ass of yours."  

Afrah: "Vishal, stop. That’s so inappropriate."  

Vishal: "Inappropriate? Maybe. But you can’t blame me for appreciating perfection. Though, I’ll admit… I haven’t had the chance to see everything. Not yet, anyway."  




Afrah felt his gaze drop briefly to her top, lingering on the soft curve of her breasts, making her heart race.


Afrah: "You’re impossible! I can’t reason with you." 

Afrah bit her lip unconsciously, her hand grazing her neck as she felt a mix of shyness and thrill. The attention she was getting—not just from Vishal but from everyone around—made her pulse quicken. She caught a few lingering gazes from strangers, which only heightened her awareness of her body in the daring outfit.  

Vishal said, "Look at the woman at 9 o’clock."  

Afrah turned slightly, her eyes landing on a stunning woman in a tiny bikini top and shorts. 

Vishal smirked. "Even women can’t stop looking at you."  

Afrah’s eyes roamed over the woman, unable to look away. Her dusky, chocolate skin glistened under the dim lights, every inch of her toned body screaming seduction. Those thicc curves—so full. She was undeniably sexy, and Afrah couldn’t help but admire her too.  

Vishal said, "She’s mesmerized by you."  

Afrah sipped her drink, her eyes flickering back to the woman, who now the woman picked up an olive from her glass and slid it between her lips.

Vishal :"I bet she’s thinking about your lips instead of the olive."  

Afrah blushed :"You’re impossible."


The alcohol was starting to kick in, her senses buzzing as Vishal leaned closer. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, his hand resting casually but firmly on her shoulder.  

Vishal said, "Imagine her lips on yours. The way she’s looking at you... she’d devour you, Afrah. Eat you out like you’re a dessert."  

Afrah’s cheeks burned. She had never thought of a woman like that. Never considered that a woman might be attracted to her—and that she might secretly like it. She blamed Vishal for planting the thought in her head.  

Vishal: "Look at her lips."  

Her mind betrayed her. For a brief moment, she imagined the woman kissing her, those full lips exploring her body, the sensation making her shiver.  

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Vishal:"You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?"  

Afrah :"No, I’m not!"Stop projecting your dirty fantasies, you pervert."  

She slapped his shoulder playfully, trying to hide her embarrassment.  

Vishal:"It would be quite the visual, though. You two kissing each other without any clothes on"

Afrah:"Stop it, Vishal!"  

Vishal:"Just saying… a man can dream."  

Vishal pov:

Vishal was again about to tease her,his eyes were on the dusky woman , as Afraj suddenly got up from her seat, She didn’t even glance back as she sauntered toward the dance floor, her hips swaying .It was unexpected.

The music hit, and her body began to move, sinuous and deliberate. Her hands slid down to her waist, fingertips grazing the bare skin just above her shorts, her expression dripping with seduction. She tilted her head back slightly, lips parted, as if she was lost in the rhythm.  

His eyes were glued to her thighs—long, silky, and trembling with every bass drop. The skimpy shorts were barely hanging on, teasing just enough to make his mouth water. Each roll of her hips sent a tantalizing jiggle through the soft curve of her ass, the plump flesh peeking out like an invitation. She was putting on a show, every move dripping with filth and temptation, and the smug glint in her eye told him she knew exactly what she was doing—and loving every second of it.

Vishal’s breath hitched as she ran her hands over her body, tracing the curve of her hips and sliding dangerously close to her cleavage. She was pure temptation, and he couldn’t stop imagining all the things he wanted to do to her right there on that dance floor.

She swayed her way back to the chair, every step a calculated tease. Her hips rolled with a sultry rhythm, and her eyes held a playful glint, as if she knew exactly the effect she had on him and everyone else.  

When she reached the chair, she lowered herself slowly, her movements deliberately unhurried. She crossed her legs, her denim shorts riding up slightly. 



Afrah pov:
As they head back to their suite 

Afrah pushed open the door to the suite, her heart still racing from the evening’s events. The suite had three rooms, but her focus wasn’t on the luxury—it was on the way her body buzzed with excitement and mischief. She couldn’t believe she had danced so provocatively in public, her moves bold and sultry, especially in front of Vishal. It wasn’t like her at all. Or at least, she thought it wasn’t. But something about his honeyed, naughty words had made her lose herself.  

“Good night,” she said softly, making her way toward her room. But just as she reached for the door, Vishal was behind her. Before she could react, he pinned her against the wall, her boobs pressing against the smooth surface , crushed as if it will spill out.

His hands found her waist, he leaned in. “You were teasing all those guys at the bar with that slutty body of yours… and teasing me all night. Then you were just going to go to bed, weren’t you?”  

Her breath hitched, and her face flushed as she tried to deny it. “I wasn’t teasing…” she whispered, her voice shaky.  

The sharp sting of his hand landing on her ass made her gasp, the sound halfway between a moan and a shocked yelp. Her knees wobbled slightly, and she bit her lip, mortified by her own reaction.  

“You weren’t teasing?” he murmured, “Then what would you call that little show, Afrah?”

Afrah: “Aahh… I-I was just dancing,” she stammered, her voice shaky as her breath hitched.  

Vishal leaned in closer, his grip tightening on her smooth bare waist. “No,” he murmured, his voice rough and teasing. “You were showing off that slutty ass of yours.”  

Before she could protest, another sharp smack landed on her ass, the sound echoing in the room.  

“Ahhh…” The sound escaped her lips involuntarily, her body betraying her as her nipples hardened against the fabric of her top. Her chest, pressed firmly against the wall, emphasized the curve of her breasts, which now felt heavy with arousal.  

Vishal: “ you like attention , you like acting slutty ,You like showing slutty body of yours,” he said, his hand lingering for a moment before delivering another firm slap.  

Afrah whimpered softly, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She couldn’t understand it—how something as simple as a spanking could make her body react this way. She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, and it both mortified and thrilled her.
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Then,Afrah felt the hard pressure of his bulge pressing against her barely-covered ass, the heat of his arousal seeping through the denim. Her breath hitched, her resolve wavering. She needed to stop this before it spiraled completely out of control.

Vishal leaned in, his voice a low growl “Look what you’ve done to me,” he said, his hips pressing forward slightly.  

Without thinking, her ass began to grind against him, the friction making her moan softly. She bit her lip, mortified by how her body betrayed her.  

Vishal:“You caused this,. “You dirty little tease. Do you think I should let you get away with it? Or should you be punished?”  

Her mind raced, flooded with sinful thoughts she couldn’t control. The dampness between her thighs was undeniable now, her body craving more even as her mind screamed to pull away.  


 Vishal pressed his bulge against her again, his hands steadying her by her waist. 
Vishal: What to do with it, it demands it's release.

Afrah turned around abruptly, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes darted to his face and then down to the huge, unmistakable tent in his pants. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and her knees felt weak.  

But no. She couldn’t let this go further. She couldn’t let him have her, not like this. Yet, as her resolve weakened, she couldn’t deny the yearning in her body—or the way it screamed at her to submit.



Vishal pov:


Vishal watched her, her wide doe eyes filled with hesitation and something else—desire. She was contemplating her next move, her breaths coming in soft, shaky waves.  

Afrah :“I’ll take care of it… but you can’t touch me.”  

His cock throbbed painfully against the confines of his pants. He wanted nothing more than to grab her thick, slutty ass, leave his handprints there, and take her right against the wall. But he held back, reigning in his primal urges. No, not yet. He wanted her to lead, to see how far she’d go, and savor every moment.  

Still, he couldn’t resist teasing her further. Leaning in slightly, he smirked and said, “It better be good, sweetheart. Or I’ll make sure you’re punished for the rest of the trip.”  

His voice was low, dangerous, and full of promise, his eyes fixed on her every movement, waiting to see how she’d unravel for him.

With a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in her eyes, Afrah took a deep breath and said, "Open your shirt."  

Vishal raised an eyebrow but complied, peeling off his shirt to reveal his chiseled chest and defined abs. He caught the way her gaze lingered, the subtle hitch in her breath betraying her appreciation.  

“Your pants too,” she said softly, her voice more daring this time.  

A smirk tugged at his lips as he asked, “What’s on your mind?”  

She met his eyes, a teasing glint now replacing her earlier hesitation. “You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?”  

Intrigued and aroused, Vishal slowly unfastened his trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Standing there in just his underwear, he n
oticed how her initial fear had transformed into something bolder, more excited.  

Afrah pov:


There’s something intoxicating about making a grown man obey your every word, Afrah thought, her breath catching as Vishal’s fingers moved to unbutton and unzip his pants. The slow, deliberate motion made her heart race, a mix of excitement and nerves coiling tight in her stomach.  

When the pants slid down, her gaze dropped instinctively. Her heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the contour of his cock—thick, prominent, stretching the fabric of his boxer briefs. It was impossible not to stare, her mind betraying her as it imagined what lay beneath.  

"God, I’m struggling hard,"she admitted to herself, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks and between her thighs. "Right now, all I want to do is reach for him, tear those last scraps of fabric away, and let my hands—and maybe more—discover every inch of him." 

But no. She wouldn’t. Not yet. She bit her lip, her fingers brushing against her own trembling hands as she steadied herself. She was going to take her time, savor the control, and make him wait—make him want it even more.  



“Happy?” Vishal asks her with his cocky smile, and she look at him with one cocked eyebrow and a devilish grin. 
Afrah: you have no idea.

She pointed towards his underwear.

Sliding his hands down, Vishal curled his fingers around the waistband of his boxer briefs. Moving deliberately slow, he pushed them down inch by inch until, with a snap, his cock sprang free. Thick and proud, it stood at full attention, and Afrah’s breath hitched as her eyes locked on him. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to reach out, grab that throbbing cock, feel against her palm ,play with it.

“Perfect,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but loaded with heat. Sitting up on the couch, her gaze shamelessly roamed over his naked form. Her fingers itched to feel him again in her palm, to trace every inch of that powerful length. The sight of him, fully exposed while she remained fully clothed, sent a delicious shiver through her.  

“Now what?” Vishal asked, his voice strained. “Do you just want me to stand here like this?” She could see the tension in his body, the restraint it took for him not to pin her down and take her. But she wasn’t going to let him. Not yet.  

“What if I do?” she teased, her chuckle soft but full of mischief. She leaned back against the couch, extending her legs provocatively and resting her heels on the edge of the mattress. His eyes immediately dropped to the space between her thighs, dark and hungry, as though he was mentally tearing her shorts apart.  

With a wicked glint in her eye, she slowly unbuttoned her denim shorts, the sound of the pop loud in the quiet tension between them. She didn’t remove them, though. Instead, her fingers hovered just above the waistband, lightly tracing the delicate skin between her navel and the undone fabric. Her teasing touch made her intentions unmistakable, her eyes locked on his.  

Vishal’s jaw clenched, his hands twitching at his sides. She had him exactly where she wanted him—waiting, aching, and completely at her mercy.


“Now,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and daring. Her hand slid over the curve of her top, tracing her body with a sensuality she never knew she possessed. “I want you to stroke yourself.”  

The boldness of her request sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she’d lost her mind. This felt like something straight out of one of the steamy erotic books she’d devoured in secret. Yet here she was, not just imagining it, but living it, bringing those forbidden words to life.  

Her fingers hesitated at the hem of her top, lifting it just enough to expose the smooth expanse of her waist. The soft glow of her skin seemed to catch his eye, and she didn’t miss the way his breath hitched. Slowly, her hand slid upward, teasing the curve of her breast but stopping just shy of revealing more. Her other hand grazed the swell of her chest over the fabric.

Vishal’s eyes widened, darkening with lust as he watched her fingers squeeze gently over her top. He looked as though he was teetering on the edge of control, and before she could even process the effect she had on him, his hand moved to his cock. He began stroking himself, the motion slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on her every movement.  

She couldn’t look away. Her eyes followed the rhythmic motion of his hand, utterly captivated. The raw masculinity of him, paired with the intimate vulnerability of the act, left her mesmerized. She barely blinked, her breath shallow as the sight of him stroking himself left her pulse racing and her thoughts spinning wildly.  

It is so big ,she thought but didn't express her eyes were glued to his foreskin sliding in and out of his bobublous cock head.


She leaned back slightly, her movements slow and deliberate, raising her legs just enough to drag her shorts down her thighs. The fabric slid off inch by inch, revealing the delicate lace of her panties that clung to her, teasingly sheer. She could feel the weight of Vishal’s gaze, his hunger evident in every taut line of his body.  

His hand never stopped its steady rhythm on his cock, the long, thick length glistening as he stroked himself, his breathing heavy and uneven. His eyes were glued to her thighs, tracing the curve of her skin up to the lace barrier of her panties.  

Afrah bit her lip, meeting his gaze, her own arousal heightened by the raw need she saw in his eyes. Her hands roamed over her panties, teasingly brushing against herself, her body betraying her restraint. She could feel how wet she was, the thin fabric doing little to hide it.  

Vishal’s voice broke through, rough and full of desperation. "Don’t tease, Afrah. Remove it."  

The command in his tone sent a thrill through her, his desperation only fueling her excitement. She knew he was at his limit, his need for her almost unbearable, but she wasn’t done playing with the tension she had built.
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She arched her back against the couch, her body curving like a taut bow, and let her fingers trail down between her thighs. The lace of her panties barely concealed her as her fingers found her clit, circling it with slow, deliberate pressure. Her breathing quickened as sparks of electricity coursed through her, each touch sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.  

Her two fingers danced over her swollen bud, drawing out soft moans that she couldn't suppress. Her skin flushed with heat, every nerve ending alive and humming. She glanced up at Vishal, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and fixated on her every move.  

His hand moved faster now, stroking his hard, glistening cock with a rhythm that matched the rise and fall of her hips. His gaze, locked on the sight of her pleasuring herself, was wild with desire, his lips slightly parted as if trying to catch his breath.  

She couldn't look away, mesmerized by the raw hunger in his eyes and the hypnotic motion of his hand. There was something wickedly intoxicating about watching him pleasure himself, knowing it was because of her.  

She slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, the slick heat welcoming her touch as her sticky arousal coated her fingers instantly. Slowly, she began to move them in and out, the wet, lewd sounds of her desire filling the room. Her eyes stayed locked on him, watching every stroke of his hand as he pleasured himself, her own movements matching his rhythm. The obscene squelch of her fingers plunging deeper only made the moment more electric, her breath hitching with every glide. She was lost in the moment, a filthy symphony of need playing between them..



“You like that?” she asks him, and, taking her fingers off her clit, she brings them to her mouth. Parting her lips, she slides them inside her mouth and sucks on them, wetting them. She takes them back down to her pussy, but this time she simply ignores her clit. She presses her index finger on the crevice between her inner lips and then slips it inside her pussy, curling it upward and only stopping when her fingertip is pressed tight against her G-spot. She bites hard on her lower lip as she feels a maddening pressure start to build inside of her, and she does it so hard that she wouldn’t be surprised if she started tasting blood anytime soon. 
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“Fuck, that’s hot,” Vishal breathes out, and he starts stroking himself so fast that she has no idea how long it’s going to take him. She can already see pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock. 


“Isn’t it…?” she whispers, sliding one more finger inside her wet and warm pussy. Flicking her wrist, she starts fingering herself, building up a slow and gentle rhythm as she hears both their breaths growing more urgent and ragged.  

Vishal groans, flicking his wrist so hard that the motion of his hand has become a blur. “Keep on stroking that big cock for me,” she groan , a moan bubbling up to her lips as she takes her free hand to her clit and starts rubbing it again. Working on her clit and G-spot at the same time, she feels her muscles start to tense up, and she knows that she’s already dangling over the edge. Just one slight push and she’ll tumble down into pleasure’s abyss.  

 Sliding the third finger inside her, she feels her pussy stretching to accommodate her, and that’s when the orgasm hits. For the first time since Vishal started stroking himself, she closes her eyes and throws herself back onto the mattress, pressing her legs together and trapping her fingers inside her pussy. “Oh God,” she moans, ecstasy stinging every inch of her body like an angry wasp. Sliding her fingers off her pussy, she grabs at the sheets covering the mattress and bunches them up as her muscles spasm and twitch, all kinds of wicked thoughts tap-dancing inside her skull.  


Afrah opened her eyes, her gaze locking on Vishal. His hand moved with relentless speed, his cock glistening as his breath came in short, ragged gasps. His dark eyes were clouded with lust, his muscular frame taut with restrained desire. The sight of him, so lost in pleasure, sent another tingling wave of arousal coursing through her.  

“Come closer,” she whispered, her voice soft yet commanding.  

Vishal hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, his body tense with anticipation.  

“Just stand there. You can’t touch me, okay?” she added, a teasing smirk playing on her lips.  

He groaned in frustration, his muscles flexing as he fought the urge to disobey her.  

Afrah bit her lip, her own desire building as she reached for the hem of her top. Slowly, she pulled it upward, freeing one of her large, round breasts from its confines. It jiggled slightly as it came into view, her skin smooth and inviting, her brown nipple hardened from arousal. She glanced up at Vishal, watching his jaw tighten as he stared at her.  

With one hand, she squeezed the soft mound, her fingers sinking into the warm flesh.  

And then it happened.  

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Vishal groaned deeply, his body stiffening as a thick, hot splash of his release shot out, spilling across her stomach. It was so much—thick, white, and impossibly warm as it pooled on her skin. He released again, two more powerful spurts dripping over her, leaving trails that glistened in the dim light.  

It was dirty. It was raw.  

And it was enough.  

Afrah’s body tensed, a sudden, uncontrollable climax crashing over her without even needing to touch her clit. Her legs shook, her back arching slightly as the warm mess on her stomach only heightened the intensity of her release.
 Her breaths came fast, her heart pounding as she let herself be completely consumed by the moment.  

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[DuraiBabu]

Finally the update has come! Zoz34, while your writing style is great, I request you to keep the timing right, too much of gap is causing digression in story! The heat is now on! Let the rest of the story flow through!

[Arul Pragasam]

He wasted the precious juices in stomach. it should have gone in her mouth or pussy

[Ragasiyananban]

Super Friend

[Jibon Ahmed]

Great going

[Shriya George]

Interesting update

[Chitrarassu]

Vishal is wasting the opportunities. Even after seeing his cock, if Afra did not open her pussy lips, there is something fishy here.

[NityaSakti]

Vishal should fuck her well and deposit his seeds inside Afrah and send her married to give birth to his child for wimp father sohail.

[Karmayogee]

Good update

[damien123456]

super update bro waiting for the next banger update

[xbiilove]

Good going

[K MD THABREZ]

Witting next update bro