Adultery The Unwilling cuckold : How My Roommate Stole My Shy Wife (Completed)

[Yesudoss]

Super update.

[xavierrxx]

Ketan is shamelessly undergoing all these. Now that Ananya has humiliated him badly, he still has a twitch . He loves these humiliation deeply. Even with his tongue, he cannot make his wife moan. pathetic husband he is. He is not unwilling cuckold. he is unaccepting cuckold.

[Givemeextra]

Pls translate all the Hindi lines [especially humiliations] also into English. Everyone cant get Hindi.


Thanks for the update.

[RANA ROY]

Superbe..........

[Betacucky]

Pls translate all the Hindi lines [especially humiliations] also into English. Everyone cant get Hindi.


Thanks for the update.

Done. Thank you for the suggestion.

[Betacucky]

As Asif kept fucking Ananya's pussy—to my surprise—his eyes wandered and caught Neeraj standing in the doorway, stroking his cock. Neeraj also noticed me, with my 4.5-inch erection pathetically erect in the charged atmosphere. As Asif held himself deep inside Ananya, he paused, a sly smile spreading across his face. He gave Neeraj a small, almost imperceptible wave—an invitation that Neeraj eagerly accepted as he stepped into the room.


Asif, while maintaining his cock inside Ananya’s pussy, turned slightly to address Neeraj. "You've been a good cucky tonight, watching so quietly" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I think you deserve a treat. Come here." The words stung, amplifying the humiliation already coursing through me. It was bad enough to witness another man with my wife, but the inclusion of Neeraj, a fellow cuckold, suggested he was more deserving, adding a deeper layer of degradation to my own plight. The scene unfolding before me—a scene of my complete and utter emasculation—left me feeling smaller and more helpless than ever.

Neeraj hesitated at the threshold, then took a few reluctant steps into the room. Facing Ketan, he paused, his expression somber. "Ketan, I’m genuinely sorry for what’s about to happen, his voice low, filled with a mix of regret and opportunism.

With his shaft still buried deep inside her, Asif effortlessly maneuvered Ananya, moving her so that her head was now hanging slightly off the edge of the bed. Asif remained on top of her in a missionary position, but this shift brought Ananya's face perilously close to Neeraj. Neeraj, seeing the invitation in Asif's earlier gesture, stepped forward without hesitation.

I knew he found Ananya hot as he kept looking at her throughout the games, his throbbing 6-inch shaft looming just inches from Ananya’s lips, which parted involuntarily between moans. The proximity of Neeraj’s cock to Ananya, facilitated by Asif’s calculated positioning, was a stark visual that I had never anticipated witnessing. The unfolding scene added an intense layer of humiliation, watching a fellow cuckold possibly about to receive pleasure from my wife.

As Neeraj stepped closer, his erection prominently larger than mine, Ananya, caught in a delirium of arousal, made a o with her lips. Neeraj responded by gently slapping her cheek with his cock, teasing her. As Neeraj’s cock touched her lips, Ananya let out a muffled moan, 'Mmmm... ohhh...' Her tongue swirled around the head, eliciting deeper groans from her as she took him further. 'Nghhh... ohhh my God...' she whimpered, her moans vibrating against his shaft as her head moved rhythmically.

As Neeraj and Asif both filled her from both ends, the room echoed with another faint layer of raw, carnal noises — Simran's uninhibited screams from the next room. Her cries, sharp and desperate, cut through the room. "Fuck me harder! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Simran’s voice was shrill, each screech laced with an urgency that painted a clear picture of Anand's vigorous, unyielding thrusts. 

The walls did little to completely shut off the sounds of her ecstasy; her high-pitched shrieks crescendoed, driven to new heights with every powerful stroke. "Harder, Anand! Oh, God, yes, just like that!" she screamed, her pleasure so vivid, it seemed to seep through the walls, mingling with the thick air of the room where Ananya was being relentlessly fucked. 

Hearing the relentless cries of his wife from the next room, Neeraj felt a surge of humiliation and a desperate need to reclaim some semblance of control. As Asif remarked with a smirk, "Your wife seems to be having a lot of fun over there," the words stung Neeraj, pushing him to act.

Without a word, Neeraj gripped Ananya's hair tighter and began to thrust into her mouth with increased aggression. Each movement was harsher, driven by a mix of anger and embarrassment. Ananya's eyes watered as Neeraj forced himself deeper, her muffled groans blending with the distant, continuous moans of his wife being satisfied by another man. The room was filled with the crude sound of Neeraj trying to assert his manhood through Ananya, as he struggled against the audible proof of his own cuckolding echoing through the walls.


Ananya gave herself fully to the act, delivering a fervent blowjob that seemed to draw from a well of newfound lust. As she serviced Neeraj, Asif took advantage of her heightened arousal to push deeper, working all 10 inches of his size into her, stretching her to her limits. Contrary to my fears, Ananya not only accommodated him but also climaxed intensely from the depth of his penetration, marking her fourth orgasm. The scene was a stark revelation of her capacity for pleasure, far beyond what I had imagined, showcasing her ability to handle what seemed like insurmountable challenges with surprising ease.

As Asif shifted Ananya into the doggy style position, his strong hands directing her hips, she eagerly bent forward, arching her back to invite Neeraj closer. With precise movements, Asif steadied her, ensuring she was perfectly poised to take Neeraj's more average-sized, 6-inch cock.

Ananya immediately set to work, her mouth enveloping Neeraj with enthusiastic vigor. She swirled her tongue around him, her lips tightly sealed as she bobbed her head back and forth. Despite Neeraj's more modest girth and size compared to Asif's imposing cock, Ananya treated him with equal fervor, her actions driven by a clear intent to please. Her hands assisted in her efforts, stroking what her mouth couldn't reach, demonstrating her adeptness at handling him.


Meanwhile, Asif maintained his intense rhythm from behind her, using her mangalsutra wrapped around her neck as leverage to pull her back onto him with each powerful thrust. This added a raw, primal element to his movements—sometimes fast and forceful, causing Ananya to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure as her body was repeatedly conquered. Other times, he slowed down, the pace turning deeply sensual as he explored every inch of her, his hands wandering from the firmness of her breasts down to the soft curves of her hips. He used the mangalsutra to guide her movements, controlling the pace and depth of his thrusts, keeping her on a delicate precipice of relentless pleasure and overwhelming intensity.

I had just climaxed a few minutes earlier from watching Asif masterfully pleasure my wife, but surprisingly, my erection was quickly rebuilding. I hadn’t touched myself, nor did I need to. The sight of Neeraj and Asif transforming Ananya into a slut was overwhelmingly stimulating, the hottest scene I'd ever witnessed.

The intensity of the action escalated, and soon, the sounds of ecstasy filled the room. Ananya took out Neeraj’s cock and cried out, "FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK!" as she was swept away by her fifth overwhelming orgasm in quick succession. Asif leans in, his breath hot on Ananya's ear but loud enough for Ketan to hear, "Sun raha hai Ketan? Ye hai ek aurat ki chudai ki cheekhein. Bata, teri chudai ke waqt kabhi woh aise chilaayi hai? (Hear that, Ketan? Those are the screams of a woman fully satisfied. Tell me, have you ever made her scream like that?)”


As Asif's thrusts grew more relentless and forceful, the entire room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his dominance. His grunts filled the air, each one deeper and more primal than the last. Ananya, completely surrendered beneath him, responded with desperate, high-pitched moans that reverberated against the walls, signaling her overwhelming pleasure.

"TAKE ITTTTTTTTTTTT BITCHHHHHH !!TAKE MY CUMMMMMM BITCH" 

Asif roared, his voice booming through the room as he drove himself deeper with one final, powerful thrust. His body tensed, every muscle rigid as he reached the pinnacle of his climax. Holding himself deeply inside Ananya, he released his hot semen flooding her with a force that matched the intensity of his voice. The sensation of being filled so completely sent Ananya into another realm of ecstasy, her cries mingling with Asif's as she felt him pulse and empty within her, marking her in the most intimate way possible.

On the other side, Neeraj, stimulated by the scene unfolding before him and driven by his own surging arousal, reached his climax almost in tandem with Asif. "Ahhhhh!" he cried out, his voice a ragged echo of Asif's thunderous declaration. Neeraj's grip tightened on Ananya's hair as he drew her closer, guiding his throbbing erection to her waiting lips. With a few short, sharp thrusts, he spilled over, his semen shooting forth in hot, thick spurts that painted her cheeks and dripped down her chin, a visual testament to the intensity of his release.

The excess from Neeraj's climax continued to mark Ananya's face and hair, mingling with the sheen of sweat that coated her skin, creating streaks that glimmered in the dim light. Asif, still deeply embedded within her, slowed his pace to a gentle rock, savoring the aftershocks that rippled through Ananya’s body. Each subtle movement elicited a soft, contented sigh from her, the room filled with the heavy, satisfied breathing of all involved.

Asif finally pulled back, his cock emerging from Ananya with a slick (puttchh) sound, glistening with the evidence of their shared climax. He stood over her for a moment, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, looking down at the masterpiece of pleasure and submission they had created together. His eyes met Ketan’s, and in that glance, there was a message clear and unspoken—a display of superior masculinity that Ketan could never hope to match.

Ketan’s Point of view. 

Asif turned to Neeraj, who was still lingering close by, watching intently. His voice was firm and carried a note of finality, "Alright, Neeraj, you've had your fun. It's time for you to leave us now." There was a clear edge to his command, marking the end of Neeraj's participation. 

Reluctantly, Neeraj stepped back, his expression a mix of satisfaction and disappointment, his departure heavy with the unspoken weight of what had transpired. As he neared the doorway, Asif called out with a smirk, 'Oh, and Neeraj? Send Anand in on your way out.


Ananya was partly out of breath, her chest rising and falling as she lay sprawled on the bed. A jet of thick, white semen oozed from her well-used pussy, glistening and pooling as Asif pulled out his cock, still coated in his release. The stark contrast of his seed against her flushed, reddened lips was a sight I couldn’t ignore. Asif stood up, towering over the bed, his cock still semi-hard and gleaming with evidence of his dominance. He caught my gaze, watching as I stared at the mess left behind. With a stern, commanding voice, he barked, "Idhar aa chutiye aur saaf kar isse (Come here, cucky, and clean this up.)"

Confused for a moment, I stammered, "The bedsheets?" My voice barely rose above a whisper, but Asif’s laughter cut through the air, sharp and mocking. “ Nahi chutiye (No, you scumbag,)" he snapped, his tone dripping with disdain. "Apni biwi ki choot (Your wife’s pussy.) Get over here and lick it clean." His words hit me like a slap, and I froze, the humiliation coursing through me as I looked at Ananya’s cunt, still oozing with his thick, potent seed.


My heart pounded as I hesitantly climbed onto the bed, my nudity stark against the scene of raw sexuality that had unfolded. Ananya, still flushed from her recent climax, spread her legs lazily, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy, clearly reveling in the aftermath of her ecstasy. The sight of her well-fucked pussy, red and swollen from the relentless activity, now coated in Asif’s release, was both deeply humiliating and strangely compelling. I moved closer, my hands trembling as I parted her legs further, exposing every inch of her used intimacy.

Asif stood over me, watching with a smirk as I lowered my head toward her. The salty, musky scent of her arousal mixed with his cum filled my senses, and my heart thudded loudly in my chest. My tongue hesitated, hovering over her, but his stern voice snapped me back into action. "Don’t just stare, cucky. Get to work. Clean her up like the pathetic little Namard you are." Shaken and humiliated, I pressed my tongue against her folds, tasting the unmistakable mixture of her juices and his seed. The salty bitterness was overwhelming, and yet, as I licked her clean, I felt my humiliation deepen, knowing that this was my place now—servicing my wife after she had been thoroughly satisfied by another man.

As I began to lick, Ananya moaned and turned slightly, giving me better access. The taste was intense—a mix of her own essence and Asif's cum. It was overwhelmingly salty, and the realization that I was tasting another man's semen for the first time was both sickening and bizarrely compelling. "Pleasure her properly, cucky," Asif taunted as he gave my ass a sharp slap, pushing me deeper into my task.

Circling around to where Ananya sat on the edge of the bed, Asif presented his semi-hard cock to her eager mouth, astonishingly ready again despite the lengthy session they had just indulged in. As she took him in, I was painfully reminded of my humiliating position beneath her. Even semi-hard, Asif’s girth was such that Ananya could only manage halfway, her efforts supplemented by licking and stroking the sides and base with her hands. She seemed particularly captivated by the head of his penis, large and perfectly sculpted like a door knob, and she lavished extra attention on it, drawing out the intimate moment with fervor.

Watching this, I couldn't help but marvel at Asif's stamina. Even after such an intense and prolonged session, his vigor seemed hardly diminished, his arousal quickly reigniting. This stark contrast to my own capabilities filled me with a mix of awe and a deep, gnawing humiliation. How could he still be ready for more? 

There I was, positioned beneath my partner, dutifully servicing her as she pleasured the man who had dominated us both—a poignant reminder of my diminished role in this twisted scenario.

[Samadhanam]

Good update. Instead of Asif, Ananya should humiliate ketan urinating on his face and making him drink.

[Chotanunnu18]

Very nice update now humilate neeraj and ketan together by simran

[killthecheats]

So ketan is worser than neeraj.

[RANA ROY]

Good going....

[Minki]

Humiliation humiliation humiliation that's it but where is sex or adultery in this story

[Betacucky]

Humiliation humiliation humiliation that's it but where is sex or adultery in this story

What do you think Asif and Neeraj are doing with Ananya in the last scene? 
Playing Snakes and Ladders ?

[jiivajothii]

Neeraj had been on ketan side as supporter and now turned as enemy. Atleast simran would be happy that her husband has good size dick to satisfy, poor Ananya has to open her legs to others.

[Paty@123]

Required an update plz

[Betacucky]

As Anand entered the room, he still had an air of raw energy about him, completely naked with his erection still standing proud and glistening with Simran's juices. His presence added another layer of intensity to the already electric atmosphere. Catching a glimpse of Ananya's state, he smirked at the sight of her disheveled appearance, her hair matted and face streaked with remnants of her recent activities.


Without a word, Anand walked over to Ananya, his cocky stride reflecting his confidence. "Ketan, clean us up" he barked, his tone dismissive as he gestured towards Ananya's face and his own slick erection. There was no cloth in sight, no other fabric to use, so, feeling a deep sense of humiliation, I grabbed Ananya’s black lace bra from the floor. It was slightly stiff with dried fluids, a stark reminder of the night's debauchery.

I approached Ananya slowly avoiding her eyes, holding the bra in trembling hands. First, I gently wiped her face, removing the sticky traces from her cheeks and chin. Each stroke of the fabric over her skin felt intimate and shaming, the act itself a perverse kind of caretaking that twisted in my gut. Then, with a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding, I moved to Anand. His erection bobbed slightly as I hesitantly touched it with the bra, wiping off Simran’s juices. The fabric slid over his length, a move that made me flinch internally, each pass a silent testament to my own inadequacies.

Ananya watched quietly, her eyes heavy with a mix of fatigue and blissful satisfaction. Her gaze held a new look—one of complete surrender to the night’s wild turn of events, a far cry from any expression I had ever seen on her face before.

Once cleaned, Ananya shifted her focus back to Anand, who was lying flat on the bed. She crawled towards him, her every movement heavy yet fluid with seductive intent. Aligning herself with him, she paused, looking back at me one last time with those changed, deep eyes, then lowered herself onto his cock. Her moan was slow and deep, filled with a pleasure so intense it filled the room.

Her hips began to move in earnest, her moans punctuating the air with each of Anand's thrusts. His hands explored her body roughly, occasionally grabbing her hair to pull her closer, using it to guide her movements.


As Asif loomed over the scene, his presence undeniably imposing, he leaned in close to Ananya, his voice a low, seductive rumble. " Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Ananya?" His question, loaded with anticipation, made her eyes widen with a mix of fear and curiosity. She hesitated, shaking her head gently, her breathing quickening with every second.

Grinning broadly, Asif's tone turned confidently playful, "Let’s change that tonight" His words, filled with a dark promise, hung in the air, thick with impending change.

Ketan's stomach churned as he witnessed this exchange, the air around him seeming to thicken. Ananya, the woman he had married, had always kept one thing sacred—her anal virginity. It was her final no, a boundary she had never let him cross. Yet now, under Asif's dominant influence, she seemed poised to give away what she had staunchly denied her husband. The stark realization that these men were about to claim what he had never been permitted access to carved through him like a betrayal sharpened into a physical ache.

As Ananya adjusted to Anand's size inside her, Asif prepared her for what was to come. He applied a generous amount of lube to her anus, his fingers circling the tight entrance before slowly pushing inside. Ananya tensed at the sensation, unfamiliar and intense, flinched slightly, but Asif’s steady hands calmed her nerves. "Just relax and let it happen," he whispered into her ear.

As Anand firmly held Ananya from beneath, Asif positioned himself at her rear, his tip pressing against her slick, trembling entrance. Ananya’s face contorted with apprehension as she felt the pressure begin to build. "Please, mat karo, ( Please don’t)" she whispered, her voice tinged with fear. "It won't go…. bahut mota hai aapka.(Your’s is quite thick)"

Asif, maintaining a balance of firmness and reassurance in his voice, gently coaxed Ananya, "Just relax and breathe, Ananya. I'll go slow." He applied gentle pressure at her entrance, his movements deliberate and considerate, carefully watching her reactions. As he gradually pushed forward, Ananya let out a sharp cry, "Haaaaaaayyy… maaaar daaalaaa," (Oh Goddddddd) overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation.

Only the head of her cock had gone in till now. Her next plea was filled with desperation, "Please, bahar nikalo… mai marr jaungi!" (Please, take it out… I’ll die!) Her body tensed up dramatically, instinctively trying to resist the deep intrusion. Asif's hands were steady and comforting on her hips, holding her with a gentle but unyielding grip. He paused, giving her time to get used to the unfamiliar stretch and fullness, his expression one of concentrated patience.

Below her, Anand continued his movements, his thrusts soft but steady, helping to distract her from the discomfort. This rhythmic motion from beneath provided a counterbalance to the pressure she felt from Asif, helping to ease her into the dual sensations.

"Shhh.. aaraam se," (Shhh... take it easy) Asif whispered soothingly, maintaining his position but stopping any further movement to allow Ananya to adjust. His voice was a soft murmur against the backdrop of Ananya's labored breaths. As the initial shock of pain began to subside, replaced gradually by a conflicting mix of discomfort and budding arousal, Ananya's loud cries mellowed into low, drawn-out whimpers.

With each passing moment, as she began to relax slightly, Asif resumed his movements, inching forward ever so slowly. Each of his cautious thrusts was measured and mindful, designed to acclimate her gently to his size. This careful approach allowed Ananya to gradually accommodate the new experience, her whimpers turning into gasps of lessened resistance, marking the slow transformation of her pain into a complex tapestry of pain and pleasure.

Asif, feeling how tight she was, shouted over to Ketan, "Iski gaand itni tight hai… Tune kabhi chodi nahi? (Her ass is so tight... haven't you ever fucked her there?) We’re doing her a favour, aren’t we?" His voice was mocking, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, emphasizing the humiliation with a smirk.


Ananya's whimpers slowly threaded a line between pain and emerging pleasure. "Ahhh, dukh rha hai," ("Ahh, it's painful,") she cried, tears brimming in her eyes from the intensity. Despite her discomfort, Asif’s movements remained slow and steady, calculated to ease her strain. Gradually, her sobs intermingled with deeper, more rhythmic moans, a sign of her body beginning to adapt. "Oh my God, please...dheere, please…" ("Please, slow... slow, please…") she pleaded, her voice quivering with each gentle thrust.

As Asif and Anand carefully coordinated their actions, they allowed Ananya the necessary moments to acclimate to the dual penetration. Her initial cries of "Please stop, it's too much," gradually shifted as the sharp sting of pain began to blend into a tapestry of deep, all-consuming sensations. As her body relaxed, the initial resistance faded, morphing into cries that echoed a complex mix of pain and pleasure.


"Ohhh, that’s... Ahhhh... keep going…" Ananya moaned softly, marking a significant shift. Her voice, once tense with apprehension, now trembled with a burning need for more, a testament to her adapting to and eventually embracing the intense and profound sensations Asif and Anand were eliciting from her. This shift from pained resistance to eager acceptance was palpable, her moans growing louder and filled with a raw, primal urgency that filled the room with the undeniable sound of her transformation.


As Asif felt Ananya's responses grow more positive, he began to move a bit faster and inserted 80% of his cock.. Ananya's moans got louder, sounding both shocked and happy. "Ahhhh! Oh my God, yes... " she cried out, her voice filled with surprise and pleasure.
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The room filled with the sounds of their animalistic moans. Underneath Ananya, Anand's big hands roamed over her body, following the lines of her sweaty skin. With every move he made, he pulled her closer, making the bed creak under their combined movements. Anand kissed and gently bit her nipples, first softly, then with more force, making Ananya cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, gently please," she whispered, her voice weak and desperate, but her words seemed to make Anand bite even harder, drawing out a soft whimper that echoed around the room.

As Ananya's body rocked and twisted from their attention, the sounds of her bangles kept up, clinking softly but steadily. The delicate noise of the bangles mingled with her continuous cries and the rhythmic creaking of the bed, adding to the intensity of the scene.

Above her, Asif was equally assertive. He stood over her, his hand entwined in her hair, pulling her head back to bare her throat. He spanked her ass sharply, the sound crisp and echoing, contrasting starkly with her cries. "You like that, don’t you?" Asif's voice was heavy with desire. Ananya nodded, unable to speak, moaning instead as Asif aligned her body to meet his forceful thrusts accurately. "Please, go slow," she managed to gasp, but Asif grunted and momentarily slowed before quickening his pace again, challenging her endurance.


The smell of arousal filled the air, the intensity of the moment palpable. Asif’s spanking left red marks on Ananya’s skin, each hit making her cry out, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Her body was a display of raw, erotic art, marked by the touch of her lovers. Anand continued to leave his mark, sucking along her collarbone, creating a path of soon-to-be bruises. His other hand gripped her hips tightly, leaving impressions in her skin.

As Asif drove into Ananya from behind, he grabbed her mangalsutra, using it to pull her back against each of his powerful thrusts. The tension of the chain against her neck forced gasps and cries from her with every movement. "Ahhhhhhh! Please, slower!" she pleaded, but her requests only seemed to ignite Asif's intensity.

Suddenly, the mangalsutra snapped from the strain, the chain breaking with a sharp crack. Asif, without missing a beat, tossed the broken pieces towards Ketan, who caught them reflexively, the metallic clink stark against the ongoing moans. Ananya, now unrestrained, was left to the mercy of the relentless pace set by Asif and Anand, her body shaking under the dual assault as her moans escalated into screams of mixed pain and pleasure. "Ahhhhhh! Mmhhh mhhhh!" she cried out, her voice breaking as she navigated the thin line between pain and ecstasy.

Holding the broken pieces of the mangalsutra in my hand, I couldn't help but stare at the chaotic scene unfolding before me. My wife, Ananya, had transformed into a slut. The symbol of our marriage, now just a set of broken beads, seemed to punctuate the reality of her transformation into something I never anticipated—a complete and insatiable slut. As Asif and Anand used her between them, her moans and pleas echoed through the room, a stark soundtrack to her unbridled lust.

Despite the humiliation and betrayal, I felt a strange heat building within me. My erection twitched, dripping precum as I watched Ananya. She moved with a hunger I had never seen in her before. As the two men used her, all thoughts of our marriage vows weighed on me. Yet, there I was, strangely aroused by the sight that should have disgusted me. My body's reaction was a stark betrayal, showing the twisted pleasure I found in seeing my own humiliation. Every twitch of my cock matched the rhythm of Asif’s thrusts into her, mirroring the act that was destroying my pride in our marriage.

[gunwinny]

Super, after breaking the mangalsutra, she did not realize and marriage is unofficially ended.

[Givemeextra]

. . . . . . . . . 

Suddenly, the mangalsutra snapped from the strain, the chain breaking with a sharp crack. Asif, without missing a beat, tossed the broken pieces towards Ketan, who caught them reflexively, the metallic clink stark against the ongoing moans. Ananya, now unrestrained, was left to the mercy of the relentless pace set by Asif and Anand, her body shaking under the dual assault as her moans escalated into screams of mixed pain and pleasure. "Ahhhhhh! Mmhhh mhhhh!" she cried out, her voice breaking as she navigated the thin line between pain and ecstasy.

Holding the broken pieces of the mangalsutra in my hand, I couldn't help but stare at the chaotic scene unfolding before me. My wife, Ananya, had transformed into a slut. The symbol of our marriage, now just a set of broken beads, seemed to punctuate the reality of her transformation into something I never anticipated—a complete and insatiable slut.

W O N D E R F U L L     &    B E A U T I F U L      P A R A 

[fuckandforget]

Ketan is now willing shameless cuckold. Mangalsutra is broken and so is the Ananya love towards Ketan. She would prefer to be bitch of these two men instead of being wife of useless ketan.

[53saam]

Good Evening to all,
First of all , thank you Betacucky for the update.
The story is very good and please give us the update soon if possible.

[Suresh@123]

Still did not use her. Use large dildo, vibrators. While using this ask her do u want more like that adultery should involved. In front of ketan. And also simran also should use properly. Take video.