Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[erotichorny71]

Where is the update?

[eslx1212]

Wonder when the next episode is coming.

[hotandluking]

Waiting for that update.....
Hope it is loooooong and hot.

[eslx1212]

More waiting, more expectations. Don't disappoint.

[Navipal007]

One thing is clear. When it comes to KK. Guys don't expect much. You may hate me for saying this but Its for your own good.

[eslx1212]

I will never hate a fellow fan of this great but uncontinuing story.

[Tonystarc12]

Yes...

Can u update atleast this weekend? Can't wait for Ganga 
BTW I feel Sree Leela (Actress) will be a match for your character Ganga.

[tomdickharry2024]

KK bro.. one update in 2 weeks will also do.. but please do update

[sahebraopawar]

कितना ईंतजार करु मैं, कब आओगे अपनी राणगंज की रंडी राणी गंगा को चोदने के लिये, जल्दी आओ और मुझे अच्छेसे रगड के चोदो

[eslx1212]

Who is Ganga's greatest villain right now?

[hotandluking]

Chacha (breathless, pulling back from the kiss, a grin spreading across his face): "Madarchod randi, thook meri munh mein!" [Motherfucking slut, spit in my mouth!]



Chacha opened his mouth wide, waiting, and Ganga gathered saliva in her mouth, then leaned forward and spat into his open mouth without hesitation. Chacha savored her spit, letting his tongue play with it before swallowing it down with relish.

This is where one fell in love with this story. Hope the writer recreates some of this dirty magic again in the latest update.

[hotandluking]

Sundari

"You should have inspected their bodies too," I shot back, my voice steady despite the fire in my veins. "You’d find plenty of 'injuries' from last night." The meaning behind my words was clear—I had bitten them back passionately during sex with them.

Also,this part. Tremendous level of eroticism in this small exchange.
These small SexualHeat-filled episodes are what make a good sex story into an all time classic.

[kk007007]

Waiting for that update.....
Hope it is loooooong and hot.

One thing is clear. When it comes to KK. Guys don't expect much. You may hate me for saying this but Its for your own good.

Absolutely Sorry guys.. cant imagine the disappointment you get when ever you visit this story and see no updates.. i understand, i went through same feeling.

But i can't help it.. i had travel to travel to other city for work every 2 or 3 weeks.. i can only ask you guys to be patient.

[Yampag]

Absolutely Sorry guys.. cant imagine the disappointment you get when ever you visit this story and see no updates.. i understand, i went through same feeling.

But i can't help it.. i had travel to travel to other city for work every 2 or 3 weeks.. i can only ask you guys to be patient.

No worries.. take your time.. don't bother.. don't give updates for the sake of it.. we want a masterpiece from your side.. keep the high level of your story telling plz.

[hotandluking]

Request the writer to just give a tentative date,so that readers would be ready and if it was not possible to give update by that date,it would be better to just update the same here.
You know,blue balls are a hard thing to control.

[tomdickharry2024]

Absolutely Sorry guys.. cant imagine the disappointment you get when ever you visit this story and see no updates.. i understand, i went through same feeling.

But i can't help it.. i had travel to travel to other city for work every 2 or 3 weeks.. i can only ask you guys to be patient.

No worries brother.. your updates are always mind blowing and so detailed, it's like watching a movie in HD! Just one request, do keep checking this thread and put a tentative date if possible. It's just so difficult to stay away from this epic tale!!

[kk007007]

Investigating Swati

Ganga (impatiently knocking): "What are you doing in there, Srinu? I’ve been calling for you!"


Srinu, startled, hurriedly locked his phone, a guilty look flashing across his face. He hadn’t anticipated her timing, nor did he have a plan to deal with the visible evidence of his hard cock pressing against his pants. He tried his best to will it down, to no avail.

Srinu (muffled, from behind the door): "Uh... What do you want, Ganga?"

Ganga (irritated): "What do you mean, ‘What do I want?’ You’ve been in there for ages!"

Srinu (apologetically): "I... I was shaving, sorry!"

Ganga (sighing): "Fine, but I need to get in. I have to take a bath and pack our bags."

Before Srinu could protest further, Ganga instinctively pushed the door open, catching him off guard. He tried hiding his body behind the door, but her sharp eyes immediately fell on the undeniable bulge in his pants. Her gaze lingered, a flash of mischief lighting up her face as a sly smile curved her lips.

Ganga (with a playful twinkle in her eye): "Oh... I didn’t know you enjoyed spending alone time with your phone so much."

Srinu (stammering, caught red-handed): "I... I wasn’t... I mean, I was..."

Ganga’s smile morphed into an exaggerated frown of mock anger, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Ganga (pretending to scold): "Tell me the truth, Srinu. Which actress’s Instagram were you stalking?"

Srinu’s mind raced. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him. What a shameless woman! he thought bitterly. She’s the one who cheated on me, yet here she is, acting jealous, as if she’s some pious, innocent wife.

Srinu (in a calm yet pointed tone): "I wasn’t looking at any actress, Ganga. Actually... I was thinking about you."

His answer caught her off guard, and the sly smile returned, even broader this time. She stepped closer, her hand boldly resting on the prominent bulge in his pants.

Ganga (seductively): "If that’s the case... Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped you with this."

Srinu’s anger over her infidelity boiled just beneath the surface, but the allure of the moment clouded his judgment. The idea of Ganga getting turned on by another woman’s actions, as he had just read, strangely added fuel to the fire of his arousal. He couldn’t deny the temptation in front of him.

Srinu’s thoughts spiraled. Women with women... It’s like stumbling upon two chocolates melted together in one wrapper—double the pleasure.

In a burst of passion, he slid his hands under her arms, lifting her effortlessly onto the sink. He cupped her face in his hands, his lips capturing hers in an intense kiss. His tongue explored hers, slurping and teasing, while he nipped lightly at her bottom lip, pulling it slightly.

Ganga (surprised but eager): "Mmm..."

She responded quickly, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as their kisses grew deeper and more fervent. The heated moment, however, was interrupted by a sharp knock on the front door.

Both froze. Reality came crashing down as Ganga hopped off the sink.

Ganga (hurriedly): "Sorry, Srinu, I have to see who it is."

It was the neighbor's auntie, carrying a wedding gift for Ganga’s cousin. Ganga invited her in for coffee, leaving Srinu standing in the bathroom, overhearing their conversation. He watched her glance back at him apologetically, silently mouthing a “sorry” for leaving him in his state of unresolved tension.

Srinu closed the door and leaned against it, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Srinu (to himself, bitterly): "What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I kiss her? She’s a cheating whore!"

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he struggled with the memory of her betrayal. It haunted him, tainting every touch, every kiss. He looked at his locked phone, the temptation to continue reading gnawing at him. But Ganga might grow suspicious if he stayed too long. He decided to wait until she left for her cousin’s wedding before reading her diary.

Srinu resolved to dig deeper. He thought of meeting his other two options Swathi and Priya. Who should he approach first—Swati or Priya?

Yang (in his head, shouting): "Meet Swati first!"

Yin (calmly): "No, Priya would be the wiser choice. She knows Ganga better than anyone."

Yang (arguing): "But Swati might know what Ganga was up to in Ranigunj. Plus, Swati’s hot as hell."

Yin (irritated): "What does Swati being hot have to do with anything?"

Yang (sheepishly): "She did invite us to her ‘kopcha’ last time to fuck her, remember?"

Yin (confused): "What’s a ‘kopcha’?"

Yang (grinning): "It’s a secluded spot, like an empty corridor."

Srinu sighed, his decision leaning towards Yang’s argument knowing his decision was mostly influenced by swathi's hotness. 

Swati it is.

Freshly dressed, he came downstairs, where Ganga and the neighbor were chatting over tea.

Ganga (surprised): "Where are you going? I thought you were on leave for the wedding!"

Srinu (calmly): "There’s an emergency with a client. I’ll have to stay back for a few days."

Ganga (disappointed): "What about the wedding?"

Srinu (reassuring): "I’ve booked tickets for you. Your bus leaves tomorrow morning."

Ganga (pleading): "But there’s so much left to pack. How will I manage alone?"

Before he could answer, his phone rang. Srinu took the call, waving her off with a quick goodbye, and left on his bike, ignoring her disappointed gaze.

Srinu skips the office and heads straight to Ranigunj. He hides his bike and waits near a junction, keeping an eye out for Swati. Soon, he spots her emerging from a house, wiping her hands with her saree’s pallu.

A woman (shouting from the doorway): "Swati! Kal subah jaldi aana, bahut kaam bacha hai!" [Swati! Come early tomorrow morning, there’s a lot of work left!]

Swati (calling back lazily): "Theek hai, memsahab. Subah aa jaungi." [Alright, madam. I’ll come in the morning.]

Realizing that Swati was a maid. At that moment, something stirred deep within him—a recognition, an understanding of why he had felt an almost magnetic pull toward her. She wasn’t just Swathi, the maid. She represented something more visceral, something that had been dormant inside him for years. His mind raced as he pieced it together: it was her unassuming demeanor, the way she carried herself with a mixture of humility and confidence, her earthy scent mingling with the faint aroma of spices and sweat. She was real—unpolished, raw, and unapologetically herself. And that reminded him of...

No. He stopped himself. He could feel the tendrils of a memory from his past clawing their way to the surface, a secret he had locked away. His jaw clenched as he shoved it back down where it belonged, his expression betraying none of the turmoil within. Swathi, unknowingly, was tugging at a thread that could unravel everything he had tried so hard to bury.

As Swati walks away, Srinu follows her discreetly. She sits at a roadside bench, chatting with a friend who joins her shortly.

Swati’s Friend (teasing):  "Kya re Swati, suna hai teri malkin tujhe dant rahi thi ki tu kaam nahin karti hai?" [What’s up, Swati? I heard your mistress was scolding you for not working properly?]

Swati (rolling her eyes, dismissively): "O saali, malkin toh aise hi chillati rehti hai. Usko kya pata, main kaun se kaam mein busy rehti hoon!" [Oh please, that mistress is always shouting. What does she know about what I really stay busy with!]

Friend (raising her eyebrow, intrigued): "Iska kya matlab? Tu dusre kaamon mein busy rehti hai?" [What do you mean? You’re busy with other work?]

Swati (grinning slyly): "Arre, woh malkin ka pati hai na, jab bhi kaam karti thi, woh roz mere boobs ko taad-taad ke dekhta rehta tha." [Oh, her husband, you know? Whenever I worked, he would stare at my boobs every single day.]

Friend (leaning closer, whispering with a smirk): "Accha? Toh tu ne kya kiya?" [Really? So, what did you do?]

Swati (flipping her hair, smugly): "Aur kya karti? Mujhe samajh mein aa gaya... toh maine bhi jaan bujh kar zyada khol ke dikhana shuru kar diya." [What else could I do? I figured it out… so I started deliberately showing off even more.]



Friend (giggling, slapping Swati playfully on the arm): "Tu bhi, saali, kam badmash nahin hai! Aur bata, phir kya hua?" [You’re something else, you little devil! So, then what happened?]

Swati (shrugging nonchalantly): "Phir kya… jab bhi malkin apni kaam par bahar jaati thi, uska pati mujhe unke bedroom le jaakar… bed par leta kar… samajh rahi hai na, main kya keh rahi hoon." [Then what… whenever the mistress went out for work, her husband would take me to their bedroom, make me lie on the bed… you get what I’m saying, right?]



Friend (wide-eyed, shaking her head in disbelief): "Haan, samajh gayi hoon main. Uska pati toh bahut chaalak nikla. Tumko subah mein aur uski patni ko raat mein usi bed par leta ke maze le raha hai!" [Yes, I understand now. Her husband is really clever. He’s enjoying you in the morning and his wife at night on the same bed!]

Swati (laughing, waving her hand dismissively): "Are tu asli baat samjhi hi nahin hai." [Oh, you haven’t understood the real point yet.]

Friend (confused, tilting her head): "Asli baat? Woh kya hai?" [The real point? What’s that?]

Swati (leaning in with a mischievous grin): "Woh yeh hai na, in mardon ko apni gharwali se zyada apne ghar ki kaamwali mein maza aata hai." [It’s that men enjoy their housemaids more than their wives.]

When Swathi had said, "Mardon ko apni gharwali se zyada apni ghar ki kaamwali mein maza aata hai," [Men enjoy their maids more than their wives,] Srinu’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what she meant. Her words didn’t just strike a chord—they rang true with a clarity that both excited and unsettled him.

He tried to brush it off as mere coincidence, but the truth clawed its way back. Years ago, as a boy, he had seen something—felt something. A scene from his childhood flashed before his eyes, vivid and raw. A maid in his household, a woman whose presence had left an indelible mark on his young mind, had been at the center of it all. The allure she had held over the men in the family, the stolen glances, the hushed whispers, and the forbidden allure of her mere existence.

Srinu could feel the weight of that memory pressing down on him now, threatening to escape the iron grip he had kept it under for so long. But he couldn’t let it. Not here, not now. He straightened his shoulders and forced himself to focus on the present, determined not to let his thoughts betray him.

Friend (blinking in surprise): "Kya baat kar rahi ho? Sach mein aisa hota hai?" [Are you serious? Does this really happen?]

Swati (nodding confidently): "Haan, yeh sach baat hai. Main itne gharon mein kaam karti hoon, tumko pata hai na?" [Yes, it’s true. I work in so many houses, you know that, right?]

Friend (grinning wickedly): "Haan, mujhe pata hai. Is jhopadpatti mein tumse zyada badi kaamwali nahi hai!" [Yes, I know. There’s no bigger housemaid in this slum than you!]

Swati (with a playful wink): "Haan… har ghar ke mard, bachche se lekar buddhe tak, sab ke saath mera chakkar chal raha hai." [Yes… every house’s men, from the young boys to the old ones, I have an affair with all of them.]

Friend (bursting out laughing, shaking her head): "Saali chhinaal, poore jhopadpatti ko maza dete rahi hai kya?" [You slut, you’re entertaining the entire slum, aren’t you?]

Swati (winking, laughing): "Maza de bhi rahi hoon aur le bhi rahi hoon." [I’m giving pleasure and taking it too.]

Both of them burst into loud laughter, their voices echoing through the narrow alleys. Swati adjusts her dupatta and stands up.

Swati (smiling slyly): "Achha, main ab apne ghar ja rahi hoon. Raat mein sab kuch theek se bataungi." [Alright, I’m heading home now. I’ll tell you everything properly at night.]

She walks away, leaving her friend chuckling behind her, shaking her head at Swati’s boldness.

Swati began her walk home, her hips swaying rhythmically as if every step she took was a deliberate invitation to be admired. Srinu trailed behind her, unable to pull his eyes away, his thoughts a storm of confusion and desire. Every man on the street turned their heads, captivated by the magnetic allure of Swati's bold presence.

Swati, far from being embarrassed, seemed to revel in the attention. Instead of covering herself, she teased her onlookers mercilessly. She tugged her saree just a bit tighter against her chest, her black blouse accentuating her cleavage in a way that was impossible to ignore.



She blew kisses to her admirers, winked at those who dared to stare too long, and even giggled softly when their gazes lingered.

Srinu (thinking): "What kind of goddess is this? A goddess blessing her devotees with kisses and winks..."




He was both astonished and embarrassed. Instead of being disgusted by Swati’s audacity, he admired her. The way her blouse clung to her, revealing the curve of her chest, sent an ache through his body so intense that it was painful. His arousal made walking in public embarrassing, yet he couldn’t stop following her.

But this moment didn’t just stir his body—it stirred his mind, opening a floodgate of memories he had buried deep inside himself. Suddenly, Swati’s teasing confidence reminded him of someone from his past, someone who had shaped his darkest secrets: Savitri, the housemaid who had once worked in his family home.

Srinu had a secret—a dark, forbidden memory buried so deep within his mind that it had faded into the shadows of his childhood. For years, he hadn’t allowed himself to revisit it, hadn’t let it surface even in his most private moments. But something about Swati cracked open the sealed vault of his memory.

Savitri had been a maid in Srinu’s household when he was young. she was the kind of woman who left an indelible mark on everyone she met. Her beauty was unmatched, and her mere presence stirred emotions wherever she went. The women in the neighborhood loathed her, not because she was unkind or arrogant, but because she was effortlessly captivating. Men couldn’t resist looking at her, and she knew it. 

Savitri—whose name meant purity and devotion— But she was the completely opposite of her name. She wasn’t just flirtatious; she was audaciously seductive. Her playful eyes, teasing smile, and the way she carried herself were a turn-on for every man. Every household she worked for, buzzed with rumors about her affairs with the men there. Even his mother had accused his father of having an affair with Savitri.

The day Savitri joined their household was etched in Srinu’s memory like a vivid painting. 

Srinu (remembering): "It was the day she joined our household. She told my mother her story with tears in her eyes..."

Savitri had explained that poverty had forced her into servitude as a young girl. She had been sent to a rich family in her village as a maid. The men in that rich family had molested her. Relatives eventually rescued her, only to marry her off to a laborer and send her to the city for work. Srinu’s mother, moved by her plight, took her in as their housemaid.

Savitri and her husband had built a small hut near srinu's home, a modest structure with a door and two windows. Her husband left early every morning for work and returned late at night, leaving Savitri to handle their household tasks during the day.

Savitri’s presence in their home was unforgettable for Srinu. Savitri was anything but the meek, pious woman her story had painted her to be. Every morning, she would come dressed in a hot-looking saree, tying her hair into a bun with swift movements that left Srinu entranced.

Srinu (thinking): "She was mesmerizing. Her eyes, her nose, her lips, the curve of her waist—everything about her was perfect. And the way she bent down to sweep, her cleavage visible through her transparent blouse... I couldn’t stop staring."

Her choice of dressing seemed deliberate—a transparent blouse paired with contrasting, colorful bras that caught the eye. She knew the effect she had on men, and she played with it, flaunting her beauty with an effortless charm. 



She often came to their house in the mornings, her hair tied in a bun, her saree dbangd casually over her curvaceous body. She seemed to flaunt her beauty, as if aware of the effect she had on men.

Srinu (remembering): "She was breathtaking. Her every movement was like poetry."



She worked around the house without a care, her movements deliberate, her laughter ringing through the walls. She never hid herself, never apologized for the way her saree slipped to reveal her boobs. 



He enjoyed Her perfect waist with beautiful folds, He always thought Savitri had the best Body structure that he had ever seen he thought probably all the hard work that she had done as a housemaid made her body more beautiful. 



At first, Savitri didn’t notice Srinu’s stares, or perhaps she chose to ignore them. When she did catch him looking, she never scolded him. Instead, she carried on as if nothing had happened. To her, Srinu was just a boy—an innocent pair of eyes that could look but never truly understand. But she underestimated him.

Srinu watched her every day, memorizing the curve of her lips, the dip of her waist, and the way her cleavage peeked out every time she bent down to sweep the floor. She wasn’t just a woman to him; she was a goddess, a force of nature who had come to save him from all the sexual frustrations That boys have during that age. His friends and classmates used to look at pictures of actresses to Masturbate at night, But Srinu would lie awake, replaying every moment of Savitri, his young mind and body overwhelmed by desires. He used to jerk off multiple times for Savitri every night.

Then came the day that changed everything. Srinu had been playing outside when he saw his father entering Savitri’s hut. Curiosity got the better of him, and he followed, sneaking around to one of the broken windows to peek inside.

What he saw left him frozen in shock. His father had pinned Savitri against the wall and fucking her as hard as he could, their bodies pressed together in an act of raw, unrestrained passion. His father kissed her neck and chest as she moaned loudly, her hands gripping his shoulders.

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Srinu's father(stopped fucking, looking at her): Are randi itna mat Chilla Koi Sun Lega [hey Bitch! Don't shout so loudly someone will hear you]


Savitri was out of breath, Sweat was dripping from all over her body. Srinu looked from the window, marveling at the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was looking like a goddess with a bindi on her forehead and sweat on her boobs.

Savitri(with a naughty smile): Koi baat nahin hai Sahab. Main unko aap mere dusra Pati Ho bol kar bol Dungi. [Don't worry sir, I'll tell them You're my second husband]



Srinu's father was even more turned on by her comment with her naughty smile. Then, with surprising strength, he lifted her into the air and carried her to the bed.

Srinu (thinking): "I couldn’t believe my eyes. My father and Savitri... together? It was so wrong, yet I couldn’t look away."

Then his father jumped onto Savitri and kissed her wildly while fucking her nonstop. In the meantime, Srinu was lost in a trance watching his father and Savitri passionately fucking each other.

Savitri noticed his shadow by the window, and their eyes met. 



For a moment, Srinu panicked, expecting her to shout or stop. But to his surprise, she smiled—a naughty, knowing smile that seemed to say she enjoyed being watched.



That night, Srinu couldn’t sleep. His mind replayed the scene over and over, and he found himself consumed by thoughts of Savitri. He imagined himself in his father’s place, touching her, kissing her, fucking her. He lost count of how many times he jerked off to her.

After that fateful day, Srinu couldn’t meet Savitri’s gaze without his heart pounding. Fear gripped him every time he thought she might tell his father. The very idea of his father’s wrath, his belt or stick, was enough to make him sweat. But to Srinu’s astonishment, Savitri’s behavior toward him changed in a way he had never anticipated. 

She no longer regarded him as a shy, innocent boy stealing glances at her cleavage. Instead, she began playing a mischievous, seductive game of cat and mouse. She started her teasing as soon as She entered the house. She used to look at him teasingly while tying her hair into a bun. Her teasing felt deliberate—catching his lingering stares, she’d either feign anger with a sharp look or smile knowingly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. 



Often, she’d adjust her pallu to show him even more of her boobs, watching his reaction with amusement.



At times, when Srinu dared to follow her, she’d glance back over her shoulder and gesture subtly toward her hut, her eyes seemingly asking, What were you doing at my hut that day? Each interaction left Srinu flustered, his heart racing, his mind spiraling with fantasies he couldn’t control.



This continued for days, building up an unbearable tension inside him. One day, unable to resist the pull any longer, Srinu found himself sneaking back to Savitri’s hut. Approaching cautiously, he peeked through the familiar broken window. But this time, to his dismay, the hut was empty.

Just as he began to wonder where she was, he felt a sudden tap on his head. Fear shot through him like a bolt. He turned slowly, half-expecting the furious face of Savitri’s husband—or worse, his father. Instead, it was Savitri herself. She stood there, arms crossed, pretending to scold him.

Savitri (mock-sternly): "What are you doing sneaking around my hut, you naughty boy?"



Srinu, caught red-handed, stammered, his words tumbling over themselves: "I...I was just...I wasn’t...I didn’t mean to—"

Savitri laughed at his panic, then teased, "Shall I go tell your father what you’ve been up to?"

She took a few steps toward his house, and Srinu, terror-stricken, grabbed her hand and pleaded desperately: "No, Aunty! Please don’t tell him. I promise I won’t do this again!"

Savitri, still laughing, turned back toward him. "You say that now," she said, her eyes twinkling, "but tomorrow, you’ll be back to staring at me like a hungry puppy."



Srinu shook his head fervently. "No, Aunty! I swear I won’t even look at you again!"

Savitri stepped closer, her playful smile never fading. She leaned in, placing one hand on the wall behind him, her ample cleavage brushing against his face. Her delicious armpit sweat smell filling his nostrils.

Savitri (sultry whisper): "Are you sure? You won’t even peek at me anymore?"




Srinu was speechless, his eyes locked on the breathtaking view of her cleavage, mere inches away. He felt his resolve crumbling.

Savitri leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she murmured.

Savitri (whispering): "Do you want to do what your father did to me that day?"

Her words stunned him. He stared at her, wide-eyed, trying to gauge whether she was serious. When he realized she wasn’t joking, he nodded eagerly, his fear replaced by an overwhelming desire.

Savitri smiled wickedly and, without warning, kissed him. Her lips were soft yet demanding, and Srinu felt his knees weaken. This was his first kiss, and it was nothing short of divine.

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Breaking the kiss, Savitri glanced around to ensure they were alone, then grabbed Srinu’s hand and led him inside the hut. "Lock the door," she instructed, lying back on the bed.




When Srinu turned around, the sight before him took his breath away. Savitri lay sprawled across the bed, her blouse slipping off her shoulders, exposing her creamy skin. Her saree was hitched up, revealing her thighs, and a fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin. She looked like a goddess inviting him into a forbidden paradise.



From that day onwards Srinu used to fuck her daily to his heart's content. Every day after finishing her work Savitri would come in her sweaty clothes and give a signal to Srinu to come to her hut.



Sometimes when she missed her work and did not call into her hut, Srinu used to go to Savitri's hut to check on her. He used to hear Savitri moaning in pleasure and find out that complete strangers would come out of her hut. He used to deliberately enter her room Immediately after she got fucked to catch her naked. Savitri used to get up from her bed Feeling shy of getting caught by Srinu while adjusting her blouse and saree. Something turned on Srinu by looking at her guilty face. He used to jump on her and fuck her in the same bed in which she just got fucked. 



Their fucking sessions continued day and night. whenever they got a chance to fuck Savitri used to take Srinu into bathroom and have a quickie fuck sessions.



srinu got so used to Savitri's body that her sweat smell became his oxygen. He spent so much time with her in their hut. He started smelling like her. Sometimes his mother got confused Calling Savitri's name whenever Srinu entered their house.

Every day, After their first round, Savitri would often share scandalous stories from her past, her sultry voice igniting Srinu’s desire anew. Each story was a spark, and every spark would make his cock hard to fuck her again and again. 

One sultry afternoon, as Srinu lay on the bed with Savitri after a passionate round of lovemaking, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her bare boobs. The atmosphere was filled with the scent of sweat and desire, mingling with the faint aroma of the dried flowers Savitri kept in her hut. Srinu playfully kissed her neck and asked, “Aunty, tell me one of your naughty stories. I love hearing them.”

Savitri smirked, her mischievous eyes gleaming. “Naughty boy, you always want to hear about my past escapades, don’t you?”

Srinu nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation.

Savitri began her tale, her voice low and sultry. “You remember how I told your mother I was wronged by the men in that rich family? That they molested me and I had no choice but to leave?”

“Yes,” Srinu said, recalling how even he had believed her story.

Savitri let out a soft chuckle. “That was a lie. The truth is, those men didn’t molest me. It was me who seduced them.”

Srinu’s jaw dropped in shock, but his curiosity only deepened. “What? You seduced them? How? Tell me everything!”

Savitri, enjoying his reaction, continued, “The head of the family was a wealthy and powerful man. One day, when I was cleaning the house, I deliberately wore a low-cut blouse. I bent down, making sure my cleavage was visible while pretending to sweep the floor. His eyes couldn’t resist wandering, and I caught him staring.”



Srinu listened intently, his excitement evident.

She smiled and added, “I didn’t stop there. I’d lift my saree slightly to show my legs and pretend I didn’t notice him watching. When I went to fetch water, I drenched myself completely so that my blouse clung to me, showing everything underneath. He was hooked.”



Srinu interrupted, “And then? Did he try to fuck you?”

Savitri grinned and teased, “Patience, my dear boy. One day, he called me to his room, saying his legs were hurting. He asked me to massage them. I pressed his legs, letting them brush against my boobs. Then, I asked innocently, ‘Does this feel better, saab?’”



Srinu’s breath quickened. “What did he say?”

“He said it felt good but that he wanted to feel me without the blouse."

He tried to pull it off, and I acted shy, pretending to resist. But let him slide my blouse over my shoulder. 



Srinu excitedly asked before she could finish her sentence "Now did he fuck you?"

Savitri replied, "No, before he could remove my blouse and do anything his wife came in."

Srinu gasped, “What happened next?”

Savitri laughed. “Nothing happened then." Srinu disappointed said, "Oh, bad luck for him."

Savitri sensing his disappointment said "Don't worry we made up for it... that same night. He came to my room in the night and we fuc..."

Before Savitri could finish Srinu pushed his hard cock into her pussy to fuck her because he already knew what she was going to say. Srinu’s excitement was palpable as he hugged Savitri tightly, Imagining how she might have gotten fucked that night by the head of the rich family.

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Srinu said “Aunty, you are unbelievable! You’re a goddess of seduction.” Srinu remembered they fucked all night.


That was the last time he saw Savitri. the next day unfortunately Srinu was sent away for studies. By the time he came back, his mother told him Savitri had gone back to her village because of family issues. 

Srinu also remembered One day, after a particularly intense session, Srinu lay beside her, his head resting on her lap. He looked up at her with a playful smile and said, “Savitri Aunty, I should thank you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Thank me? For what, naughty boy?”

“For everything!” he exclaimed. “For showing me what heaven feels like. For making me the luckiest man alive. And for teaching me things no one else could. You’re the reason I’m doing so well in my studies.”

Savitri laughed, amused. “Your studies? What does that have to do with me?”

Srinu explained, “My friends waste all their time and energy staring at actress posters and masturbating. They can’t focus on anything else. But me? I don’t need those pictures because I have you. You satisfy me so much that I can concentrate fully on my studies. That’s why I’m topping every subject!”

Savitri laughed heartily, running her fingers through his hair. “You’re such a bad boy, Srinu.”

Srinu kissed her hand. “You’re my goddess. Savitri Aunty.”

Srinu snapped back to the present from his memory lane as a loud voice shattered his thoughts. Someone was shouting Swati’s name. A rhythmic shouting of "Swati! Swati!"

His eyes darted toward the commotion, and he saw two young boys sitting in the corner of the street, their eyes fixed on Swati as she passed by. Their lips curled into smirks, whispering crude comments to each other, their gazes shamelessly lingering on her curves.

Swati, sensing their stares, turned sharply, her face tightening with anger. Her sharp eyes locked onto them, but before she could react, swati stepped forward, her voice dripping with challenge.

Swati (raising an eyebrow, with a teasing tone): "Kya re chirkut, kya bol raha tha?" [What are you saying, you fool?]



The boys, barely suppressing their grins, exchanged glances. One of them, lean and with mischief glinting in his eyes, stepped forward.

Boy 1 (mocking, smirking): “Buddhon ko dikha kar kya fayda? Humko dikha kar dekho, jannat ki sair karvayenge!” [What’s the point of showing old men? Show us instead, and we’ll take you on a ride to paradise!]

Swati's lips curved into a naughty smile, a contrast to the burning anger in her eyes. but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—amusement, challenge, or maybe both.

Swati playfully dropped her pallu, showing her cleavage to tease them

Swati (tilting her head, voice low and teasing): “Sach mein? Jannat tak le jaane ki aukaat rakhte ho?” [Really? Do you even have what it takes to take me to paradise?]



Those two boys hearts skipped for a moment seeing her beautiful boobs.

The second boy chuckled, nudging his friend.

Boy 2 (grinning): “Ab toh bataana padega, warna beizzati ho jaayegi.” [Now we have to prove it, or we’ll lose face.]

Swati let out a soft laugh and took a step back, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous. Then, with a casual flick of her fingers, she gestured for them to follow.

Swati (laughing, playful): "Achcha bachu, to phir chalo chalte hain mere 'kopche' mein. Dekhte hain tum dono mein kitna dum hai." [Okay, boys, then let’s go to my place. Let’s see how much strength you have.]

She led them down a dimly lit corridor, her hips swaying ever so slightly, a deliberate provocation. The boys followed, their breath quickening, the darkness swallowing them whole.

Srinu, who had been watching from a distance, stiffened. He had only caught fragments of their conversation, but one word had ignited something deep within him—kopcha. His pulse hammered against his skin. She’s taking them to a secluded spot.

Excitement coiled in his gut, raw and intense. He hesitated for only a moment before slipping into the shadows, following them, his footsteps careful, calculated.

The corridor was a shadowed tunnel, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and decay. After reaching the end of the corridor Swathi turned around to look at the boys, The boys looked at each other and couldn't believe their luck they immediately took their positions one in front of her and another behind her. They were hesitant, their bravado masking a disbelief that a woman like Swati, so obviously alluring, had actually invited them. It seemed too good to be true.

Swati's patience snapped. She grabbed the shirt of the boy in front and yanked him close, With a flick of her fingers, she let her pallu slide down from her shoulder, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage.

Swati (impatiently tapping her foot): "Abhi kitna time lega, chal shuru karna." [How much longer, let’s start already.]



The boys surged forward, their inhibitions dissolving like sugar in water. They were like hungry animals, their mouths all over her, kissing and licking every inch of available skin. The boy in front buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue darting between her breasts, pressing and squeezing her flesh. The boy behind her, his hands trembling, kissed her back, pushing her blouse down over her shoulders, revealing the vibrant red strap of her bra.




Swati didn't resist; she actively aided him, undoing the hooks of her blouse, freeing her breasts from their flimsy confinement. The sight of her juicy breasts, heaving and barely contained by the red bra, and her smooth, exposed back sent the two boys into a frenzy. They lost all restraint, devouring her with kisses and bites, their hands roaming over her body.



Swati, moaning loudly, guided their mouths and hands, encouraging them in their frenzy. As the boy in front worked his way down her body, kissing her belly, the one behind her licked the sweat from the curves of her hips.



Srinu, hidden in the shadows, watched it all unfold with a mixture of shock and burgeoning desire. His body was responding with a force he hadn't felt before. The morning's reading about Ganga's seduction by Sundari, and the childhood memory of Savitri, combined with the raw sensuality of Swati, had ignited an inferno within him. He had always been drawn to Swati, that was undeniable, but never had he let it surface. His loyalty to Ganga seemed to have been a feeble shield against something much stronger.

Swati, with a sudden movement, seized the head of the boy kissing her belly, and pushed his face under her saree, positioning his mouth over her pussy. She lifted her saree, her other hand pulling aside her panties. The boy eagerly accepted the invitation, his tongue exploring her pussy. Swati's moans grew louder, filling the corridor with a primal sound. The boy behind her, in his excitement, began to hump against her backside, kissing her neck.



Suddenly, guy in the back who was humping swati from behind groaned and collapsed, his body shuddering. Swati turned her head to see him lying on the ground, a dark stain spreading across the crotch of his pants.

Swati (angrily, eyes narrowing): "Phaatu saala... pant mein hi nikal gayi..." [What a fool... you came out in the pants...]

She turned to the boy in front, her face a mask of fury. "Get up," she commanded. As he rose, another dark stain blossomed on his pants, mirroring the other boy's humiliation.

Swati (cursing, frustrated): "Chutiya saale... dono ka pant mein hi nikal gayi... ab pata chala sirf muh mein dum hone se kam nahi chalega... gaand mein bhi dum hona chahiye." [What a damn fool... it came out in the pants... now I know, it's not enough to just be strong in the mouth... you need strength in the ass too.]

She straightened her clothes, her expression hardening, and left them slumped on the floor, their bodies deflated and their egos shattered.

Srinu, hidden in the shadows, held his breath as Swati walked past, her presence leaving a palpable tension in the air. He followed her again, his heart still pounding in his chest, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

Swati turned down a narrow, grimy lane, the air thick with the stench of stagnant water. At the end, there was a neglected pani puri stand, surrounded by weathered wooden planks. Between the stand and the wall behind it, there was a small gap. Swati stopped, her eyes scanning the street, and then without hesitation, she moved aside one of the planks and slipped into the narrow opening. She then carefully replaced the plank, seemingly swallowing herself from the world. As Srinu peered from the street he could only see her upper body, her shoulders and head framed by the wood.



Srinu’s curiosity skyrocketed. After a few seconds, Swati squatted down, disappearing entirely from view. Srinu, driven by an intense curiosity, moved closer, hiding behind the wooden planks. Peeking through the gaps, he witnessed something that made his heart stop and his blood boil.

He saw Swati, her saree hitched up around her hips, her panties pulled down to her knees, squatting and urinating. It was such a raw, intimate act, and it sent a shockwave through Srinu's system. The casualness of it, the lack of any shame, ignited a fire he didn't know existed. His body reacted violently, his penis throbbing, on the verge of bursting from his pants.