Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[xboard1986]

[Arul Pragasam]

Super bro

[amirrulezmir]

The author is building up a great story. I will give him that credit. I would like the give few suggestions:
1. Stick to the old way of narration like office, dinner time, late night room mobile chat and various P.O.Vs.
2. I would be great if the sexual tension builds up to the wedding of Afrah and Sohail. As author has established that initially afrah was shy, later she became desperate and now she is being manipulated while being told the she has power over her lover.

I would request author , if you are planning to make afrah have sex before marriage then it's OK but I would say let her do it on her mehndi day, wedding day and reception day in her various wedding dresses to please her lover.

On mehndi day she can not use her hand as it will ruin her mehendi.

3. It might sound a bit kinky but let her save all the cumshots in a bottle and drink it on her wedding day infront of guests while her boss is watching, without anyone knowing.

4. I would like author to give a flashback P.O.V how afrah cleaned the cumshot from her body from the restaurant washroom incident, or did she taste is when she went back home just to tease his boss.

5. If afrah wants she can be as demanding as she wants. As she has the choice leading a thrilling and adventurous life without any one knowing.

Rest I leave it to the author , I trust his writing but I would just like to add you have very well established afrah wants to be modest to her family and qould be husband but still she wants to try every new adventure

All the best

[AjitKumar]

Nice going. Let Afrah give cum of vishal to sohail.

[Jayam Ramana]

Marvelous update !!!

[Chitrarassu]

Very nice update

[Zoz34]

Afrah pov:

Afrah sat up slowly, the early morning light casting a soft glow across the room. Her heart raced as she glanced at Vishal, still fast asleep on the couch. The blanket that had barely covered him had slipped off, leaving his naked body in full view. Her gaze lingered, unable to stop herself from recalling the events of the night before.

She had never imagined herself being so bold, so commanding. It thrilled her to think about how she had taken control, exploring her own desires while coaxing Vishal to the edge of his. 

Her fingers traced her navel absentmindedly, her skin still warm from the memory of his release hours ago. She bit her lip, a faint taste of him lingering on her mind like a forbidden indulgence. After he had spilled his seed across her stomach, he'd fallen asleep on the couch, leaving her alone in the quiet aftermath. 

She remained in bed, her thoughts a swirl of curiosity and desire as her fingers reluctantly dipped into the remnants on her skin. Bringing them to her lips, she hesitated for only a moment before tasting him. She hadn't expected to enjoy it, but as the sensation unfolded, she found herself savoring every bit, devouring it with an intensity that surprised even her.
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She had never done anything like that before, but the curiosity had been overwhelming. It was strange, intense, and undeniably naughty.


Afrah tiptoed toward the couch, unable to resist one last look at him. Vishal's face was peaceful, his strong features softened in sleep. She felt a strange sense of power and vulnerability all at once. He had surrendered to her in a way she hadn't expected, and it made her feel alive.




Afrah stepped out of the shower only in towel . She saw Vishal awake, sitting up on the couch, still completely naked. His smirk was undeniable, his hand lazily resting on his thigh, fingers teasingly grazing his fully erect cock.

“Good morning, Afrah,” he said.

Afrah:“You’re such a pervert, Vishal. Wear some clothes, for God’s sake, and go to your room!”  

Vishal :“You didn’t seem to mind last night. Or earlier, when you couldn’t take your eyes off me.” 

Afrah:“Shut up,”
 She quickly looked away, her grip tightening on the towel around her. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just… go!”  

He stood up slowly, stretching as if to emphasize his body, his smirk deepening as he caught her stealing another glance. “You’re staring again, Afrah. Are you sure you want me to leave?”  

Her breath hitched as he took a step toward her, the tension thick in the room. “Vishal…” she warned, though her voice was softer now.  

He leaned and Said “Relax. I’m just grabbing my clothes.”  

Vishal: I’ll see you later.”  

Idiot,” she muttered .




Sohail pov:

His flight had to land in Hyderabad due to bad weather.

Sohail slumped into one of the worn-out chairs in the airport waiting room, his mind still consumed by the thought of Afrah. Was she really having an affair? The thought gnawed at him, refusing to let him rest. He had to find out, no matter what. The detour to Hyderabad was frustrating, but he had no choice but to wait for the weather to clear.

As he absentmindedly scanned the room, his eyes suddenly froze. There, just a few feet away, was a face he hadn’t seen in years. Hiba. His heart skipped a beat. He was seeing her after so many since college where she was his crush and friend.Dressed in a modest green salwar suit with a dupatta dbangd delicately over her head, she looked every bit the perfect wife and mother. But her figure had filled out over the years, and her curves were full. Her once slim frame had matured into a voluptuous, that made her even more captivating
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For a moment, he felt a rush of nostalgia, the memories of his college days flooding back. But then, darker thoughts crept in. He remembered vividly how his perception of her had changed back then. She had been the charming, innocent beauty every guy admired, including him. But that image shattered the day he stumbled upon her secret.

The memory was seared into his mind. The abandoned college building, the muffled sounds, and the sight of her, pinned between two men, her moans echoing in the empty hall. It had been a shocking, almost surreal moment for him—a mix of betrayal, fascination, and disgust. She had hidden it so well, her perfect facade never slipping. Even now, as he looked at her with her husband and children, he wondered if her family knew the truth. Did her husband have any idea what his wife had done back in college? Or had she buried her past so deeply that even he, who once admired her, had only stumbled upon it by accident?

Hiba laughed softly, leaning down to adjust her youngest child’s jacket, the picture of maternal affection. Her husband, an average-looking, smiled at her warmly. They looked like a happy family. But Sohail couldn’t shake the thought—beneath that perfect exterior, was she still the same woman he had seen that day?

He felt a strange mix of emotions—jealousy, resentment, and an inexplicable attraction. Hiba had been his college crush, the one he had dreamed about. And yet, the image of her from that abandoned building was burned into his mind, tainting every memory he had of her.

Sohail tore his eyes away, his jaw tightening. He didn’t know why he cared. His focus was supposed to be on Afrah, not on a ghost from his past. But as much as he tried, he couldn’t stop himself from rembering the incident.

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He was searching for her when got info that she was last seen near the abandoned building.

In the building:

Sohail leaned against the wall, his breath hitching as he tried to process the scene unfolding before his eyes. His chest tightened with disbelief, betrayal, and something darker—a raw, primal reaction he couldn't control. He had come to this abandoned building looking for Hiba, fueled by hope and the thought of finally confessing his feelings for her. Instead, he was greeted by this—an image that would forever scar him.

Through the narrow crack in the door, he could see her clearly. Hiba, the woman he had secretly adored, stood there, her top discarded, her bare, perky breasts exposed for all to see. She looked nothing like the sweet, innocent girl he had idealized. 

His hands trembled, his mind screaming at him to look away, but his body betrayed him. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her. His heart felt like it was being ripped apart, yet his body reacted in ways he couldn't control. His pants grew uncomfortably tight, and he cursed himself for it. How could he feel this way when his heart was breaking?  

Then Rajveer stepped into view. Sohail recognized him instantly, a cocky, popular guy from their college who always seemed to have women around him. Rajveer approached Hiba with ease, his hands sliding over her bare skin as if she belonged to him. He cupped her breasts, kneading them, and pressed his lips against hers in a heated kiss.  

Sohail felt his stomach churn, a mix of jealousy and disgust rising within him. How could she let him do this? How could she allow herself to be so... exposed? He wanted to barge into the room, to pull her away, to demand answers. But his feet felt rooted to the spot, his body frozen with shock.  

Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, another man entered the scene. This one came up behind Hiba, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. His hands joined Rajveer's, both men now groping her, playing with her boobs ,the woman he was in love with . 

They were engaged in intense make out. I could hear their tongue sucking each other's even from outside the room. Hiba's hands were rested on Rajveer's shoulder and his hands were roaming freely on her boobs 


Hiba let out a muffled moan, her lips parted slightly as she leaned into their touch. Sohail's heart shattered into a million pieces. The woman he had loved, the woman he had placed on a pedestal, was willingly surrendering herself to not one but two men.  

He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to suppress the storm of emotions raging inside him. Anger, pain, arousal, and disbelief all swirled together, leaving him overwhelmed and powerless.  


Sohail’s mind screamed at him to leave, to turn around and walk away, but his body wouldn’t obey. He was rooted to the spot, his eyes fixated on the scene through the crack in the door. Every rational thought was drowned out by the overwhelming cocktail of emotions coursing through him—rage, jealousy, disgust, and an uncontrollable, shameful arousal.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms as he watched. “Storm in there, stop this,” a voice in his head urged. But another voice, darker and more pragmatic, stopped him. What would he gain by barging in? Confronting them would only expose him as a desperate fool, and there were two of them. He would likely end up beaten and humiliated. The thought made his stomach churn, but it didn’t help him look away.  

His breath hitched as Rajveer’s voice broke through the air, casual and commanding. “Take off your plazo,” Rajveer said, his tone dripping with authority.  

Hiba complied without hesitation, sliding the loose fabric down her legs, revealing her thick, creamy thighs in all their glory. Sohail swallowed hard, his throat dry as he watched her step out of the fabric, now completely naked. She stood there unashamed, her body on full display, the curves of her hips and the softness of her thighs mesmerizing even as they filled him with bitter anger.  

She knelt slowly on the ground, her movements deliberate and sensual. Sohail’s jaw clenched as the two men in front of her began to undo their pants. Their cock were big,bigger than him .He saw his crush hands reached out, each gripping a different cock, and she began to stroke them.

Sohail’s breathing grew shallow as he stared, his body betraying him once again. He hate her, to hate them, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the act. Her soft hands moved in tandem, jerking the two men off as they groaned in pleasure.  

“What the hell is wrong with you, Hiba?” he muttered under his breath, his voice barely a whisper. The image of her, the girl he once loved, now on her knees for these men, shattered any lingering illusions he had about her.  

Still, he couldn’t leave. His feet felt glued to the floor as he continued to watch, each passing moment a torment he couldn’t escape. His emotions warred within him—anger at her betrayal, jealousy that she would give herself to others so freely, and an unwanted arousal that he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried.  

Sohail leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to will himself to leave. But the sounds from the room—her soft moans, their grunts of pleasure—pulled him back in, compelling him to stay. Deep down, he hated himself for it, for being unable to walk away, for letting his emotions and desires consume him so completely.  


Sohail’s heart pounded in his chest, his emotions a chaotic storm of rage, heartbreak, and shameful arousal. His eyes refused to look away as he watched Hiba, his love, sink further into the depravity unfolding before him. She switched effortlessly between the two men, her mouth moving over one cock while her hand stroked the other. Her lips glistened, sticky and wet, as she pulled away, briefly catching her breath before resuming. He watched her bobbing cocks of two different men , pleasuring them with her precious lips ,the lips which he haven't even had the privilege to kiss.

Anger surged through Sohail, his jaw clenching so tightly it hurt. How could she do this? How could she let herself be used like this? Yet, despite his fury, his body betrayed him. His own cock raged in his pants, the primal side of him unable to resist the eroticism of the scene.  

Then it escalated further. Hiba stood up and bent over a nearby table, presenting herself to Rajveer. 
With one swift motion, Rajveer entered her. About one third of his cock went in. Aaaahhhhiiii.....a soft moan came out of her. Rajveer pushed some more, another few inches went in. Hiba spread her legs even further to accommodate him. Her hips flared wider. Rajveer pulled out and immediately pushed back in. This time a bit harder. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiii... Rajveer groaned again; this time a bit louder. This went on for few minutes. With every thrust Rajveer went further in.
Her moans were suppressed as the other man came towards her mouth and stuff his cock inher mouth.
  

The room echoed with obscene sounds: the rhythmic 'thap, thap, thap' of Rajveer’s thrusts, her muffled moans, and the guttural grunts of the man in front of her.
Sohail’s hands trembled as he gripped the edge of the wall for support, his entire body tense with conflicting emotions.  

Each sound stabbed at his heart, yet the sight of her body moving in sync with the two men was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t explain. He hated it. He hated her. But he hated himself more for staying this long, for watching, for letting this moment sear itself into his mind.  

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. The betrayal, the humiliation, and the shame overwhelmed him. With a final glance at the scene—Hiba’s body shaking under Rajveer’s thrusts as she sucked the other man—Sohail turned and stormed away, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.  

His chest felt heavy as he made his way out of the building, each step filled with a mix of anger and despair. He didn’t stop until he was far away, the sounds and images still replaying in his mind like a cruel, unending loop.


Sohail snapped back to reality, the noisy bustle of the airport flooding his senses as he watched Hiba from a distance. She was laughing softly, adjusting the dupatta on her head while her husband stood beside her, one arm protectively dbangd over her shoulder. Her kids clung to her legs, and she smiled at them with a warmth that seemed so genuine it was almost impossible to reconcile with the woman he had seen all those years ago.  

His stomach churned as a wave of pity washed over him—not for her, but for her husband. The man likely believed he had married a virtuous, pious woman, someone devoted to him and their family. But Sohail knew the truth, a truth that gnawed at him. If only he knew what she really was, what she’d done back in college...  

The thought sickened him further, but it also fueled his bitterness. He clenched his fists, trying to push the memories away. But then, an even more dreaded thought crept into his mind, one that made his blood run cold: Afrah.  

Was he traveling to Sri Lanka only to uncover a similar betrayal? The scenes of Hiba's past began to blur with the disturbing possibility of Afrah and Vishal. The idea of Afrah—his Afrah—being ravaged by another man made his chest tighten painfully. He shook his head, trying to banish the image. No, no, that can’t be true. She isn’t like that. She wouldn’t do that. 

But doubt lingered. Hiba seemed innocent too, didn’t she? 

He looked down at his phone, the screen showing the delayed flight notification. Twelve more hours. Twelve agonizing hours before he could board the flight to Sri Lanka and confirm his suspicions. The wait felt like a cruel twist of fate, trapping him in his own thoughts, spiraling deeper into paranoia and despair.  

He stole another glance at Hiba and her family, the perfect picture of domestic bliss. The contrast between her public image and what he knew of her past only amplified his fears about Afrah. As he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, he muttered under his breath, “I need to know. I need to see it with my own eyes.”  

Time seemed to crawl as he sat there, consumed by the weight of his doubts, the memories of Hiba, and the looming uncertainty about Afrah.



Afrah:

At 10 a.m., there was a firm knock on Afrah's door. She adjusted her dress one last time, glancing in the mirror. She was ready for sightseeing.

His eyes trailed over her.

Vishal: "You know your punishment isn’t over yet."

Afrah raised an eyebrow, feeling the heat of his gaze and deciding to play along. There was a thrill in the banter, a tension she was starting to enjoy.  

Afrah: "But I thought I’d repented." 

He smirked, stepping into her room and closing the door behind him.  
Vishal: "That was just the start. You’re a very naughty girl, Afrah. Naughty girls deserve harsher treatment." 

Afrah felt a tingle run down her spine. Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, a playful smile on her lips.  
Afrah: "But I was such a good girl last night, wasn’t I?"

Vishal stepped closer, towering over her as his strong fingers gently traced her lips.  
Vishal: Good girls don’t argue, Afrah."  

His hand moved slowly, deliberately, from her lips to her neck, then down her back. When his palm smacked her ass firmly, she gasped, her eyes widening.  
Vishal: "That’s for talking back."

Her heart raced. There was a delicious thrill in the way he asserted himself, but Afrah wasn’t about to let him have all the power. She took a step back, her lips curling into a sly smile as she looked up at him.  
Afrah: I don’t think I deserve to be punished. Maybe you’re just being unfair, Daddy."

The word slipped out before she could stop herself, and her face flushed immediately. Where did that come from? Maybe it was all the spicy novels she’d been devouring lately. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for his reaction.  

Vishal’s eyes darkened, his smirk transforming into something more primal. He tilted his head, studying her as though she’d just thrown down a challenge.  
Vishal: "Oh, so that’s how we’re playing now? Calling me 'Daddy' won’t save you from your punishment, Afrah. In fact…" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "it might just make it worse.Careful, Afrah. You might not be ready for the punishment I have in mind."*

His thumb brushed her lower lip, his touch sending shivers down her spine.  
Vishal: "Here’s the deal—you’ll do exactly what I say today. No arguments, no hesitation. Understand?"

Afrah swallowed, her pulse pounding in her ears. She nodded, but then added softly, her voice dripping with mischief,  
Afrah: "Yes, Daddy."

Vishal’s smirk returned, but it was darker now, his hand sliding down to her lower back.  
Vishal: "Good girl. Let’s see if you can behave yourself today. But remember—naughty girls don’t get away without consequences." 


As he pulled back, Afrah felt a mix of anticipation and mischief bubbling inside her. She wasn’t sure where this game would lead, but one thing was certain—she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. 


To be continued ( 
will give another update Tommorow night)

[K MD THABREZ]

Very nice

[a2011]

amazing update...

[Hotyyhard]

excellent bro

[gunwinny]

Good update

[Jibon Ahmed]

Nice update

[Samadhanam]

Good update

[Zoz34]

Afrah:



Afrah stood in the changing room, staring at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe Vishal had brought her to a bikini shop and told her to surprise him. It wasn’t just a shopping trip—it was her so-called “punishment.”


. She couldn’t believe how far she’d come. From the modest girl who wouldn’t even show her arms in public to this—a woman standing proudly in a bikini so revealing it left little to the imagination.  

Her fingers traced the thin straps of the fabric that barely covered her breasts. The tiny triangles clung to her large, firm boobs, showcasing a deep valley of cleavage . Her nipples teased the fabric, threatening to make an appearance if she moved too much. 

Afrah cupped her breasts in her hands, crushing them gently together. They felt soft yet firm, and she couldn’t help but admire their perfect shape. "I really do have the sluttiest body in the world," she whispered to herself, a naughty grin spreading across her face.  

Her eyes traveled down to her slim waist, adorned with a delicate waist chain that shimmered under the light. It sat snugly against her skin, drawing attention to her toned stomach and the navel that Vishal couldn’t get enough of. He had told her countless times how sexy he found it, and now, with the bikini accentuating every curve, she felt like a goddess—a seductress born to tease and tempt.  

She turned slightly, her hands running down her sides as she checked her reflection from behind. Her ass was almost completely exposed, the tiny strip of fabric between her cheeks doing nothing to hide her round, perfect shape. 

Her eyes fell lower, to the small, thin triangle of fabric barely covering her pussy. It was daring—no, it was obscene—and it made her heart race with a mix of excitement and nerves.  

She twirled in front of the mirror, watching how the bikini hugged her body like a second skin. Every curve, every dip and rise, was on display, and she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. She looked like a fantasy come to life.  

Picking up her phone, she struck a pose, arching her back slightly to emphasize her cleavage and her hips. She pouted at the camera, her free hand resting on her waist as she snapped a few pictures. One of her squeezing her boobs together, another of her turned around, showing off her ass. Each picture was naughtier than the last.  



Afrah felt the weight of gazes on her as she walked to the pool, her bikini leaving very little to the imagination. She could feel the heat of people's stares, some curious, others lustful, and for a moment, a hint of hesitation crept into her. But then her eyes found Vishal. His intense gaze, full of hunger and appreciation, erased any trace of doubt.  

She walked with newfound confidence to a lounge chair by the pool, her hips swaying seductively,and walked towards the bar counter ,Vishal was still at the chair ,watching her ass ,she was going ,at the counter a men came towards her ,tried to flirt with her .

Afrah felt the stranger's gaze linger on her, and she could sense his nervous excitement as he tried to strike up a conversation. His compliments were clumsy but harmless, and she responded with a polite smile, though her real intent was to test Vishal's reaction. She cast a quick glance over her shoulder, noticing Vishal still sitting on the lounge chair, his eyes darkening as he observed the exchange.  

The stranger leaned in closer, clearly emboldened by her polite demeanor. "You look stunning. I must say, you could make any man lose his mind in that outfit," he said, his voice low.  

Afrah chuckled softly, her gaze flicking back to Vishal, who was now sitting upright, his jaw tightening. She enjoyed the little game, watching his possessiveness flare as he got to his feet and strode toward her with purpose.  

Before the stranger could utter another word, Vishal was by her side, his imposing presence immediately silencing the man. Without a word, the stranger muttered an awkward excuse and walked away, leaving Afrah biting back a triumphant smirk.  

She turned to the ice cream counter, selecting a cone of creamy vanilla, and began licking it slowly. Her tongue swirled around the ice cream with deliberate sensuality, her eyes darting toward Vishal, who now stood a few feet away, watching her every move with a mix of frustration and hunger.  

When a dollop of the thick cream fell onto her chest, just above her bikini top, Afrah let out a soft, "Oops." She traced the creamy streak with her fingers, her movements slow and deliberate as she brought it to her lips, licking it clean with a sultry gaze fixed on Vishal.  

Vishal:"You're being naughty again, Afrah. If you don't behave you going lick something else."

Afrah:"Naughty? I'm just eating ice cream. I’m a good girl, remember?"  

Afrah;"Good girls behave properly 

Afrah shrugged, her tongue flicking out to catch another melting drop of ice cream. 
Afrah:is that so?

Vishal leaned in, his hand brushing against her lower back as he whispered in her ear."Let’s go. You’ve pushed your luck enough for now."  

Her pulse quickened at the heat in his voice, and with a teasing grin, she let him guide her away from the counter. But as they walked, she couldn’t resist one last flick of her tongue, catching his eye and reveling in the way his jaw clenched in barely restrained desire.


Afrah nervously clutched the hem of her shirt as they approached the beach. The idea of walking around in nothing but her skimpy bikini, with so many eyes on her, filled her with a mix of fear and forbidden excitement. She glanced around; there were around twenty men scattered across the beach and a few women with judgmental expressions.  

As they found a spot near the water, 
Vishal : "Your punishment is that you’ll walk this beach in just your bikini. No cover. Let everyone see what a perfect, slutty body you have."  

Afrah: "Vishal, please… I can’t. There are too many people."  

Vishal:"That’s the punishment, Afrah. I want every man here to see what I see. Let them stare at your body and wish they had you. Let the women envy you."  
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His words sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt, hesitating for a moment before letting it slide off her shoulders. Her bikini-clad body was now exposed to the world, the sun highlighting her curves. She could feel the stares almost immediately—hungry, lustful eyes devouring her every inch.  

Afrah's heart raced as she walked beside Vishal, trying to appear confident even as her thighs felt weak. She could hear the whispers from some of the men, their eyes glued to her jiggling ass and the swell of her breasts barely contained by the bikini.  

Vishal :"Look at that man over there, sitting with his wife. See how he’s practically drooling over you? He can’t stop staring at your boobs, even with his wife right next to him."  

Afrah’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny the thrill rushing through her. The idea of being the center of attention, the object of so much desire, made her thighs press together as she walked.  

Vishal :"And look at the women. Jealous, aren’t they? Wishing they had a figure as slutty and perfect as yours."  

Afrah:"Stop saying that,"

He chuckled, then pointed towards a man selling coconut.
 "Now, for your next punishment. Go to that stand and get us two coconuts. Alone."  

Afrah’s eyes widened as she saw the old man manning the counter, "Vishal, no… I can’t."  

Vishal’s hand slid down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze that made her gasp. "You can. It’s your punishment, Afrah. And you’ll do it."  

Reluctantly, she began walking toward the stand, every step feeling like an eternity as she felt the eyes on her body. The men’s stares were shameless, their gazes lingering on her glistening skin and the curves of her ass, barely covered by the thin bikini. Even the women couldn’t help but look, their expressions a mix of envy and disdain.  

When she reached the counter, the old man’s mouth practically fell open. His eyes were fixed on her chest, his gaze unashamedly roaming over the deep cleavage spilling out of her bikini top.  

"Two coconuts, please," she said.

The old man fumbled with the coconuts, his hands trembling as he handed them to her. His eyes never left her, and she could feel the weight of his stare on her exposed skin. It was humiliating, but at the same time, a spark of forbidden excitement coursed through her veins.  

When she returned to Vishal, her cheeks were flushed, and she was breathing heavily. She handed him the coconuts, trying to ignore the knowing smirk on his face as he watched her sit down beside him.  

Vishal:"You liked that, didn’t you?" 

"Shut up," she muttered, though the small smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.  

Vishal : "You’re such a badgirl, Afrah. But I can see the thrill in your eyes. You’re starting to embrace it, aren’t you?"  

Her heart pounded, and she couldn’t bring herself to answer. All she knew was that she couldn’t stop the growing heat inside her, and she didn’t want to.


Vishal:“Lay down, Afrah. You’ll get sunburned. Let me put lotion on you.”  

She hesitated, her cheeks flushed, but finally obeyed, reclining onto the lounger. The warm sun kissed her exposed skin, and her heart raced as Vishal knelt beside her.  

He squeezed the bottle of lotion, letting the thick white liquid drip onto her stomach. The sight made her breath hitch—it reminded her too vividly of the previous night, of how his seed had coated her skin. The memory sent a thrill through her body.  

Vishal’s strong hands began to move, spreading the lotion across her stomach with deliberate slowness. His palms applied just enough pressure to make her squirm as they glided over her soft skin, pausing at her waist. His fingers traced her waist chain, the cool metal a contrast to her heated skin.  

“You have the most perfect waist I’ve ever seen,” Vishal murmured.

Afrah didn’t respond, her lips pressed together to stifle the moans threatening to escape. Her eyes closed as his hands worked her body, exploring every curve with an expertise that made her ache with need.  

His touch drifted lower, spreading lotion along her thighs. He massaged the supple flesh, his hands inching dangerously close to her aching pussy . Her bikini bottoms did little to hide her arousal; she could feel her wetness pooling, her body crying out for him.  

Vishal’s fingers brushed the sensitive skin near her inner thighs, teasing her. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “I can feel how much you want me, Afrah. Your body doesn’t lie.”  

Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny it. Her thighs trembled beneath his touch, and her breathing grew shallow. She was on fire, her desire consuming her with every stroke of his hands.  

“Vishal…” she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible.  

He smirked, his hands lingering near her most sensitive spot before pulling back, leaving her desperate for more. “Patience,” he said, his tone both teasing and commanding. “Your punishment isn’t over yet.”  

Afrah opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. The intensity in his eyes made her heart race even faster. She knew she was completely at his mercy, and the thought both thrilled and terrified her.


Vishal:“Turn around.”  

Afrah hesitated for a moment, knowing what it meant. Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned onto her stomach, her cheeks burning. "He’s going to see everything… my ass…"she thought, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal.  



Her body tensed as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, each movement deliberate and filled with intention. She gasped, feeling the lotion slide over her skin, slick and smooth, as his hands worked in slow, teasing motions. His fingers circled, applying pressure, kneading her round, firm ass like it was dough, molding it under his touch. The sensation was both comforting and electrifying, a contrast of softness and intensity that left her breathless.

She felt every inch of him as he squeezed tighter, his grip firm, possessive. Her smooth, taut skin gave way to his hands as he pressed deeper, the sensation of being molded by him sending a pulse of heat through her. It felt almost like he was claiming her, marking her body with every knead, the rhythm of his touch a sensual dance that made her heart race.

The way his fingers moved over her, molding and kneading, brought a shiver down her spine. It was as though his hands were coaxing out every ounce of pleasure from her body, pushing her into a state of raw need. Her ass was a perfect canvas for his touch, soft and responsive, and she could feel herself growing wetter, every squeeze of his hand sending waves of desire coursing through her. She couldn’t help but moan softly as his hands worked her, the sensation of being so thoroughly controlled by him both exhilarating and overwhelming.



Suddenly, she felt the gentle tug at the strings of her bikini top. Her breath hitched, and she glanced over her shoulder in alarm.  

“Relax,” Vishal said in a calm, teasing tone. “It’s only to put lotion on properly.”  

Her face flushed as the strings came undone, leaving her back completely exposed. The sun warmed her bare skin as his hands slid across her back, applying lotion with slow, sensual strokes.  

“Look at them,” he whispered, his lips close to her ear. “They’re watching you.”  

Her heart skipped a beat as her gaze darted toward the nearby onlookers. She could feel their eyes on her, men staring hungrily and women casting judgmental glances.  

“They’re all imagining if they could be in my place,” Vishal continued, his voice dripping with confidence. “Touching your perfect body… playing with you.”  

Afrah’s thighs squeezed together involuntarily, her wetness growing at his words. She gasped softly, her breathing quickening as his hands traveled lower.  

Then, without warning, his hands slid to her ass. He grabbed her firmly, his fingers digging into her soft curves as he kneaded and squeezed it. Her gasp turned into a small moan, and she buried her face into her arms, overwhelmed by the sensation.  

Vishal’s grip lingered for what felt like an eternity, his touch igniting every nerve in her body. Just as she thought he might take things further, he suddenly released her and sat back.  

“All done,” he said with a smirk, his voice playful yet dominant.  

Afrah stayed still for a moment, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. Slowly, she reached back to tie her top again, her face flushed as she avoided his gaze. The teasing had left her breathless, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t done with her yet.



As they strolled down the beach, the breeze kissed Afrah's sun-warmed skin, making her bikini-clad body tingle. When Vishal stopped and said, “Let’s take some pictures,” she felt a jolt of nervousness mixed with excitement.  

“In this?” she asked, glancing down at the tiny bikini barely covering her curves.  

“Yes,” Vishal smirked, his gaze intense. “You’re irresistible, Afrah. Trust me, these pictures will capture your beauty perfectly.”  

Swallowing her hesitation, Afrah nodded, her pulse quickening.  

Vishal:“Start by kneeling,” 

She slowly sank to her knees in the sand, her thighs parting slightly as her hands rested on them. The sun cast a golden glow over her skin, highlighting her toned legs and the smooth curve of her waist. Her ample breasts were barely contained by the thin bikini top, the deep valley of her cleavage catching the sunlight and drawing every eye.  

Vishal:“Arch your back more,”

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Afrah obeyed, pushing her chest forward slightly, which made her breasts rise provocatively. The subtle sway of her hips and the way her bikini bottoms hugged her rounded ass were enough to leave anyone breathless. Her side profile was intoxicating — soft, feminine curves that seemed to demand worship.  

“Good,” Vishal said, his voice thick with approval as he snapped several photos. “Now, lie on your back.”  

Afrah stretched out on the warm sand, the grains clinging to her glistening skin. Her arms went above her head, framing her face, while her long legs extended in a perfect pose. The tiny triangle of her bikini botto[img]<a href=[/img]" />m barely covered her, teasing just enough to make her look both innocent and daring.  

“Move your hips to the side a little,” Vishal said


She shifted slightly, the movement causing her waist chain to jingle softly. The chain glimmered against her flat stomach, drawing attention to her navel and the delicate curves of her hips. The position made her body look sinfully enticing — her thighs parted just enough to showcase her flawless figure, while her cleavage seemed to spill over from the tiny top.  

Vishal crouched above her, his phone capturing every angle. From this view, she looked like a seductive goddess sprawled out on the sand, her body exuding raw, sensual energy.  

“You’re stunning,” he whispered, his eyes lingering on the way the sunlight danced on her skin.  

Afrah couldn’t help but smile shyly, her lips parting slightly. “You’re making me feel so exposed,” she teased, though her tone was laced with mischief.  

“That’s because you are,” Vishal replied, his gaze smoldering. “Every man on this beach wishes he could see you like this, but they’ll never have what I do.”  

His words sent a shiver through her, a thrilling mix of possessiveness and pride swelling within her. Afrah’s body tingled as she felt Vishal’s eyes devouring her, capturing her in every way that mattered. The photoshoot had turned into a display of their unspoken connection — a bold, racy dance that left her feeling both exhilarated and utterly desired.

Sohail’s POV

As soon as the flight landed, Sohail rushed through the airport, weaving impatiently past crowds. His thoughts were consumed with Afrah — the image of her with Vishal, the mere possibility of her betrayal, was eating him alive. He felt both desperate and furious.  

The cab ride to the hotel was a blur, and by the time he reached the reception desk, his heart was racing. “Excuse me, can you tell me which room Afrah is staying in?” he asked, trying to sound calm.  

“I’m sorry, sir, we cannot share guest information,” the receptionist replied politely.  

Frustrated, Sohail clenched his fists. His mind was spinning. Was he hoping to catch Afrah and Vishal in the act?The thought made him sick, but he couldn’t stop himself. He headed to the bar, gulped down two quick drinks to steady his nerves, and dialed her number.  

The first two calls went unanswered. His frustration mounted, and just as he was about to give up, she finally answered.  

“Hi, how are you?” Sohail tried to keep his tone casual, not wanting to tip her off that he was in Sri Lanka, essentially stalking her.  

“I’m fine, just busy with some important work,” Afrah replied.  

“Work? I see. I just wanted to know your whereabouts.”  

Afrah : “I have a few spare minutes; we can talk.”  

Sohail felt a flicker of relief as they chatted. He tried to weave his questions naturally into the conversation. “Where are you having this meeting?”  

She gave him the location, seemingly without suspicion.  

As soon as the call ended, Sohail hurried out of the hotel to book a taxi. His paranoia and jealousy burned hotter. What if she wasn’t in a meeting? What if she was with him?

While in the taxi, his phone buzzed. It was from the same mysterious number that had been tormenting him for weeks.  

Another message. Another photo.  

It was a woman in an incredibly revealing bikini, her body glistening in the sun, her curves practically sinful. Her face was hidden, obscured by the angle of the sun and her flowing hair.  

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Sohail’s chest tightened. Was it Afrah?Whoever this was, they were playing with him, toying with his sanity.

His throat felt dry as he typed back, "Who are you?

The reply came instantly: "You already know." 

Sohail’s stomach churned as he instructed the driver to speed up. Every second felt like torture, and his imagination ran wild with images of Afrah in that bikini, Vishal’s hands on her, his eyes devouring her.  

Another message came in: You’ll never see her the way I do.

Sohail’s hand trembled as he stared at the words, the lump in his throat growing. His grip on reality was slipping.  

When he finally reached the destination she had mentioned, he stormed into the office building. Approaching the reception desk, he demanded to know if the meeting was still ongoing.  

“Yes, sir, the meeting is in progress,” the woman at the desk replied. “Only authorized personnel are allowed inside.”  

“I just need to confirm something. It’s urgent,” Sohail insisted, his voice rising.  

“I’m sorry, sir, but that’s not possible.”  

With alcohol clouding his mind and his emotions spiraling, Sohail pushed past the desk, determined to find out if Afrah was really there.  

“Sir, you can’t go in there!” the receptionist shouted.  

Security intercepted him before he could get far. His shouting and resistance escalated the situation until the security officer were called.  

As the officers handcuffed him and dragged him away, Sohail’s mind was a mess of anger, jealousy, and regret. His plan to confront Afrah had backfired spectacularly, and now he was locked up, left to stew in his own paranoia.  

The only thing keeping him awake in that cell was the haunting image of the bikini-clad woman — the possibility that it was Afrah, and that Vishal had won.  


Afrah’s POV

The sun was softening, its golden rays painting the horizon with a fiery glow as twilight crept in. The breeze from the ocean kissed her exposed skin, but it was the heat of Vishal’s gaze that sent shivers down her spine. They had found a secluded spot on the beach, tucked away behind trees and rocks, where the world felt distant.  

Vishal’s eyes were on her, burning with lust. He didn’t hide it, didn’t even try. He scanned her every curve, his hunger palpable.  

“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured.

“You can’t stop me today, It’s your punishment.”  

Afrah bit her lip, her cheeks flushed. Her heart raced as he stepped closer, his fingers finding her waist. He played with her waist chain, tracing it with his touch, his fingertips leaving trails of heat on her skin.  

Vishal:“It suits you,Makes you even sexier.”  

Afrah: “I know,“You can’t stop obsessing over my waist.”  

Vishal:“Yes,“It’s not my fault it’s so sexy. You have the most beautiful, seductive figure in the world.”  

Her blush deepened, her breathing unsteady. “Your body is also… so hot,” she said shyly, her gaze dropping to his exposed chest, the buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his hard, sculpted abs.  

He smirked and took her hand, guiding it to his chest. Her fingers trembled as they explored his firm pecs, running over his skin, feeling the power beneath it.  

Vishal’s muscles twitched under her touch as her fingers roamed, drawn to the hard ridges of his abs. But just as her other hand moved to his shoulder, her phone buzzed in the sand beside her.  

The sound broke the moment, jarring her. She ignored it at first, focusing on the feel of Vishal beneath her fingers. But it buzzed again. And again.  

“Pick it up,” Vishal said, smirking knowingly. “It’s Sohail. He won’t stop.”  

She hesitated, but his hand on her waist encouraged her. With a sigh, she picked up the phone, glancing briefly at Vishal’s amused expression. She pressed the phone to her ear.  


She told him lie about , having a meeting in Xavi.


As Afrah picked up the call and began talking to Sohail, Vishal’s expression shifted into one of playful dominance. He reached for her free hand and guided it down to his raging bulge. Her eyes widened in surprise as her fingers brushed against his hardness.  

She glanced at Vishal with a mix of disbelief and nervousness, but he didn’t falter. Instead, his smirk deepened.  

Her voice trembled slightly as she continued speaking with Sohail. “I’m fine, just busy with some important work,” she managed, her tone carefully measured despite the heat rising between them.  

Vishal whispered low enough for only her to hear, “Go on, Afrah. Don’t stop talking. But now… you have something else to do.”  

Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing. She tried to focus on Sohail’s words, but her hand, as if moving on its own, started exploring Vishal’s bulge. She could feel its heat through the fabric, her fingers instinctively sizing him up.  

“Where are you having this meeting?” Sohail’s voice pressed on, oblivious to what was happening.  

Afrah stammered slightly, “It’s… uh… at the office near the beach......” she said, her words faltering as Vishal’s bulge twitched under her touch.  

Vishal leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Take it out, Afrah. That’s your punishment,” he ordered softly, his tone dripping with authority.  

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal. The idea of doing something so daring while on the phone sent a wave of wetness pooling between her thighs. Her fingers moved hesitantly, slowly undoing the waistband of his shorts.  

Her breath hitched when his cock sprang free, hard and proud, demanding her attention. Her hand wrapped around him instinctively, her soft fingers gliding along his length.  

“Are you still there?” Sohail’s voice brought her back to the call, grounding her momentarily.  

“Yes,” she replied, her voice shaky as she struggled to maintain composure. “I’m just… a little distracted.”  

Her hand began moving up and down, stroking Vishal’s cock with slow, deliberate motions. Vishal’s low growl of approval sent a shiver down her spine.  

“Is everything okay?” Sohail asked, concern evident in his tone.  

“Yes, everything’s fine,” Afrah lied, her voice trembling as her hand continued its sinful task. Her fingers tightened slightly, earning a sharp intake of breath from Vishal, who smirked, clearly reveling in her dual predicament.  

As the call ended, she dropped the phone to her side, her body trembling with adrenaline and arousal. Vishal chuckled darkly.  

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone thick with desire. “But we’re not done yet.”


Afrah pov

Vishal: do u like my cock? 

Her hand still moving ,she shyily nod.

Vishal:good girl, now answer me what you were doing when talking to your fiance

Afra: i... I was playing with your ....thing



Vishal smirked, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched her struggle with her shyness. He leaned in, his voice low and teasing.  

Mmm, say it again, properly.

Afrah’s cheeks burned, her fingers still wrapped around his throbbing length. She bit her lip, hesitating, but his expectant gaze made her pulse race.  

Afrah:"I... I was playing with your big lund (cock)while talking to Sohail,"

Vishal let out a deep chuckle, his cock twitching in her grasp at her bold confession. "Good girl," he murmured, brushing his fingers down her cheek. "You sounded so sweet and innocent on the phone. Poor Sohail has no idea what his 'sharmili' fiancée was doing, hmm?

She swallowed hard, the thrill of being so filthy while talking to her fiancé sending a shiver through her. She felt so dirty, so wrong—yet she couldn't stop herself.  

His grip tightened around her wrist, guiding her movements. "Did it turn you on?"he asked, his voice thick with amusement. "Touching another man’s lund (cock) while pretending to be the perfect little fiancée?"

Afrah shivered, pressing her thighs together as the heat pooled between them. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.  

Vishal smirked, his lips brushing against her ear. "Haan? Maza aya?"  

She nodded, her breath hitching.  

Then show me just how much you love playing with it."

Vishal smirked, his voice a deep murmur against her ear. "You’re mygood girl."

Her fingers still toyed with his hard length, teasing, stroking, reveling in the way it twitched under her touch. But before she could take it further, he grabbed her and pulled her back against his chest, making her gasp. Seated on his lap, she felt the firm press of his thick lund against the curve of her ass, the heat of him searing through the thin fabric of her bikini.  

His hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of her bikini bottom, his fingers brushing against her soaked folds. The moment he made contact, a soft moan escaped her lips.  

"You like it when I play with your pussy?" His voice was rough, teasing, the dirty words sending a delicious shiver down her spine.  

She moaned in approval, hips subtly shifting, silently begging for more.

His finger circled around her sensitive clit, each stroke light yet purposeful, brushing over it like a painter’s brush against a canvas. The delicate touch sent jolts of electricity through her body, and she gasped, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her body trembling in anticipation. Every time his finger brushed against her, she felt an ache, a craving, yet he didn’t press further. His teasing touch left her on the edge, desperate for more.

Her skin burned where his finger hovered, just barely touching, never fully giving her what she needed. She could feel her body tightening, her hips involuntarily shifting, seeking the pressure she craved. But still, his finger refused to go inside, keeping her in a state of yearning, forcing her to writhe under his control. She could feel herself growing slicker with every passing second, her body betraying her desire as she gasped for relief that he wouldn't give.



  

"Such a good, horny girl," he taunted, his fingers circling her clit in slow, torturous strokes.  



She squirmed in his lap, the teasing unbearable, but just as she was nearing the edge, he pulled away. A frustrated whimper left her lips as she grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand back where she needed it.  

"Such a greedy, horny slut,"he chuckled .  

"Please..."she whimpered.



That was all the encouragement he needed. His fingers plunged deep inside her, a sudden, forceful motion that made her gasp and arch into his touch. His thrusts were relentless, pushing deeper and faster, each stroke sending waves of heat through her core. His thumb pressed hard against her sensitive clit, rubbing in precise, torturous circles that sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through her body.

She could feel her muscles tightening, the pressure building inside her until it was unbearable. Her breath hitched, her chest heaving, as the knot of pleasure coiled tighter in her belly. Then, it snapped—her body exploded in ecstasy, every inch of her quaking as the waves of bliss crashed over her. She came undone in his arms, her legs trembling, her body shaking as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure.




Vishal's POV:

Afrah lay beside him, her bikini-clad body glistening with sweat. Her flushed face, the sheen of spit on her swollen lips—it all made her look sinfully tempting. She was catching her breath, recovering from the pleasure he had just given her, but even in that moment of stillness, she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.  

His phone buzzed.  

A message. Form his office desk.

"Some guy came looking for you. Tried to barge into the office. Now he is lock up."

Vishal smiled.He didn’t need to guess.

His fiancée had just come on his fingers, and he was out there, clueless, raging like a fool. The irony made Vishal smirk.  

But his thoughts scattered the moment he felt her hand wrap around his cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate motions. His breath hitched as she leaned closer, her voice sultry and teasing.  

"You like doing dirty things to me, don’t you?" she whispered, her fingers tightening around him.  

"Yes," he admitted, his voice low, hoarse with need.  

"You want to make me a slut, don’t you?" Her lips curled in a wicked smirk as she pumped him faster.  

"Yes,"he groaned, his hips jerking into her touch.  

"It makes you hard when I do dirty, forbidden things, doesn’t it?" Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she licked her lips.  

"Yes."

"You want me to be your little submissive slut?"


Vishal: take it in your mouth  

Her lips came close to his cock, but return back ,she bit her lips and looked him with mischief,and swing her head in disapproval.


God ,he need her lips.,her slutty lips around his hard cock, but she is just teasing him,when he thinks he control her ,she also have some sort of control over him.


Afrah: you want my lips on your big lund

He groans yes

Afrah: would like if I pleasure your ragging cock with my mouth 


Yes 

Afrah: you want to cum in my mouth?

That was it. The way she said it—breathy, sinful, knowing exactly what it did to him—sent him over the edge. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as his release shot out, thick ropes spilling onto her skin, marking her.  
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Afrah dipped a finger into his seed, dragging it along her chest before bringing it to her lips, sucking it off with a slow, deliberate look in her eyes.  

Bas, tumhe ab handjob milega, aur kuch nahi." (That's it, you'll just get a handjob now, nothing more.) She winked, her voice a playful promise.


God this woman is something else , different from all the woman he had.And his fiance is clueless how slutty
 she is going to be.Another smiled crept in him knowing while Afrah was giving him handjob ,his fiance probly was in jail.

[Hotyyhard]

extraordinary update

[killthecheats]

superb update

[Sarran Raj]

Luckily sohail is not married to Afrah and any time he can cancel the engagement and marriage.

[a2011]

awesome writing...

[K MD THABREZ]

Super update

[jiivajothii]

Teasing and punishment at its best.