Adultery Undercover Desires

[Johnnythedevil]

Yes please give it a completion and dont leave it discontinued

[Rakul1985]

Where has writer disappeared?

[Ananthukutty]

Author confused with the comments on how to proceed and left the story half way. This is what happens in most stories. They start the story promisingly and then do not know how to move further and few ask suggestion and rest absconds.

[mahamatherchod]

update...........

[Paty@123]

Plz update sir

[Rakul1985]

Author confused with the comments on how to proceed and left the story half way. This is what happens in most stories. They start the story promisingly and then do not know how to move further and few ask suggestion and rest absconds.

Author is not confused but disappeared.
He had a good grip on story.

[Ragasiyananban]

Please give an end to the story by making kavya settle down with Danish and wimp husband moving out of her life.

[John446]

Next chapter is coming in few minutes....

[John446]

CHAPTER – 45


After completing the rituals, Danish and Kavya stepped back into the warmth of their home, the soft lights casting a cozy glow around them. Danish had already set up the dining table with a simple yet beautifully prepared meal, mindful of the effort Kavya had put into fasting the entire day.
They sat down across from each other, a sense of calm and contentment settling between them as they began to eat. Danish served Kavya with extra care, placing her favorite dishes on her plate and pouring water into her glass.
"How are you feeling now?" he asked softly, watching her with gentle concern.
Kavya smiled, feeling truly seen and appreciated. “Grateful,” she said with a warmth that reflected in her eyes. “This day has been so special.”
They shared stories as they ate, reminiscing and laughing. Danish talked about his favorite meals growing up, and Kavya shared memories of past celebrations, making her laugh as she recounted her family’s unique traditions. The atmosphere was filled with lightness, the kind of closeness that brought a natural intimacy.
As they finished their meal, Danish reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “Thank you for letting me share this day with you,” he said, his voice sincere. "Seeing you so happy makes me feel like I did something right."
Kavya squeezed his hand, feeling her heart swell with affection. "Today was perfect," she replied. "And it’s because of you."
After they finished their meal, Danish insisted on handling the cleanup, brushing off Kavya's offer to help and telling her to relax after the long day. Kavya smiled, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness, and excused herself to the bathroom to freshen up.
In the bathroom, Kavya took a deep breath as she washed her face, letting the cool water bring a refreshing calm over her. She examined her reflection in the mirror, noting the glow in her cheeks and the warmth in her eyes—a testament to the happiness and contentment she felt from the day.
As she straightened her saree and adjusted the chooda on her wrists, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for Danish's gentle support and the way he had celebrated her first Karva Chauth with her. It had brought her peace and a quiet joy she hadn’t anticipated.
When she returned, Danish had just finished tidying up, the kitchen spotless as he leaned against the counter waiting for her. He looked up as she entered, his eyes softening as they met hers.
Danish approached Kavya with a playful smile, asking her to close her eyes. She looked at him curiously but did as he asked, feeling a flutter of excitement.
“Keep them closed,” he whispered softly as he reached into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box. Gently, he opened it, revealing a delicate gold bracelet, adorned with a small charm in the shape of a moon—symbolizing the Karva Chauth rituals they had just shared. He carefully took her hand and fastened the bracelet around her wrist.
“Okay…open your eyes,” he said, his voice soft with anticipation.
Kavya opened her eyes and looked down, her breath catching as she saw the bracelet. She touched it gently, her fingers tracing the charm, a deep happiness filling her eyes. “Danish…it’s beautiful,” she whispered, looking up at him with gratitude and warmth.
Danish smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I wanted you to have something to remember today…to remember how much you mean to me.”
Kavya, overcome with joy and affection, wrapped her arms tightly around Danish, pulling him close. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with happiness, and then gently leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips—a gesture filled with gratitude and tenderness.
“Thank you,” she whispered against his lips, barely pulling back. “This means so much to me.”
Danish smiled, savoring the closeness of the moment, his hand resting warmly on her back as they lingered in each other’s embrace. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the depth of the connection that had grown between them.
As they lingered in their embrace, Kavya felt Danish’s warm hands framing her face with a gentle yet firm touch. His thumb traced delicate circles on her cheek, sending a comforting warmth through her. She leaned into his touch, letting herself be lost in the quiet intimacy between them.
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, filled with all the emotions they didn’t need to say aloud. Each kiss was slow and tender, unhurried and full of meaning, as if they were both savoring every second. Kavya felt a subtle rush of joy, a contentment that seemed to wrap around her, making her heart race and settle all at once.
As they pulled back for brief moments, their eyes met, both of them smiling softly, a glimmer of shared happiness reflected in their gaze. Danish’s fingers lightly threaded through her hair as he leaned back in, brushing his lips over hers in delicate, affectionate kisses, each one carrying a sweetness that felt endless.
Lost in their closeness, Kavya wrapped her arms around him, holding him tighter, savoring the warmth radiating between them. Danish brushed a tender kiss on her forehead, their foreheads touching afterward as they stayed close, neither wanting to let go. Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in quiet harmony, a profound, shared contentment in this quiet moment that felt both simple and infinite.
As they were hugging each other tight, Danish lift her up slowly in his arms and started walking towards his room. Both of them were smiling but in a mid way Kavya whispered in his ear tonight we will sleep in my room.
Danish paused, surprised yet deeply moved by her words. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a quiet intensity, understanding the weight of her request. Holding her close, he nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. Without a word, he turned and carried her to her room, his steps slow and deliberate, each one echoing the significance of the moment they were about to share.
As they entered her room, Danish set her down gently, his hands lingering on her waist. Kavya took his hand, guiding him to sit with her on the bed she usually shared with her husband—a place that had always been reserved for memories and milestones of a different kind. Tonight, however, it felt like a space of her own choosing, a place where she could finally let herself express the full depth of her feelings without holding back.
They sat facing each other, sharing a long, thoughtful silence. Danish took her hand, kissing it softly, and looked at her with a gentle assurance. There was no need for words; every glance and touch between them conveyed a world of meaning, carrying both the tenderness and desire they’d cultivated together.
Slowly, Danish leaned in, kissing her with reverence and care, as if this very moment was something to be cherished forever.
As Danish kissed her deeply, Kavya felt a whirlwind of emotions rushing through her. This was her marital bed—a space once steeped in memories of a life she had vowed to share with Rahul. But tonight, it symbolized something entirely different. Danish’s lips moved tenderly against hers, his hands caressing her face as though she were the most delicate and precious thing he’d ever held.
Kavya’s breathing hitched as he trailed soft kisses down the side of her neck, his warmth seeping into her skin. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to let go of the weight of the past. Her hands instinctively slid around his back, pulling him closer. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering fragrance of the roses on her bedside table, creating an intoxicating atmosphere.
Danish paused, his forehead resting against hers, his dark eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, filled with both desire and concern.
Kavya cupped his face, her thumb brushing along his jawline. “I’ve never been more sure,” she whispered, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability.
Her words struck a chord, and Danish kissed her again, this time slower, pouring all his emotions into the moment. He lowered her gently onto the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried, as if savoring every second of this new intimacy. The soft rustle of her saree against the sheets seemed to amplify the tension between them.
As he leaned over her, Danish’s hands explored her curves, gliding along her waist and hips with a mixture of reverence and yearning. Kavya’s heart pounded as she felt the weight of his body over hers, grounding her in the moment. The ceiling fan hummed softly in the background, but her entire world was narrowed to his touch and the way his eyes held hers.
She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, guiding his lips back to hers. Their kisses deepened, growing more fervent with every passing second. Danish’s lips moved to her collarbone, and Kavya gasped softly as his hands found hers, their fingers intertwining.
The bed creaked faintly beneath them, adding an edge of reality to the almost surreal connection they shared. Danish let go of her hands to trace the line of her mangalsutra with his fingers, his gaze flickering with something unreadable. Kavya shivered, her cheeks flushing, but she didn’t stop him.
“This feels... like it was meant to be,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Kavya’s lips parted, but words failed her. Instead, she pulled him closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Every moment felt monumental, a blend of love, desire, and the undeniable realization that they were stepping into uncharted territory together.
For Kavya, the bed no longer symbolized her past. It was now the canvas for a new beginning—one painted with passion, trust, and the overwhelming completeness she found in Danish.
Danish lowered his head, his lips finding the delicate curve of Kavya’s neck. He kissed her softly at first, his warm breath grazing her skin, sending a wave of tingling anticipation through her body. Kavya arched her neck slightly, granting him better access, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she felt his mouth press against the sensitive spot just beneath her ear.
Each kiss deepened, his lips moving with a blend of tenderness and hunger, leaving a trail of warmth down to her collarbone. His stubble lightly grazed her skin, adding a contrast of sensation that made her heart race. Kavya shivered, her breathing growing uneven, as Danish lingered at the hollow of her throat, his lips pressing against her pulse point.
“Danish…” she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with longing.
He responded not with words but by trailing his kisses back up, capturing the curve where her neck met her shoulder. His hands cradled her waist, fingers firm but careful, as though holding onto something fragile and irreplaceable. Kavya tilted her head, her own hands sliding up to hold the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she felt his kisses deepen.
The weight of his affection pressed into every kiss, his lips brushing and lingering as though mapping every inch of her skin. Kavya’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting with soft gasps at the intensity of his attention. His lips moved along her collarbone once again, this time with more urgency, and Kavya felt her body respond in ways she never thought possible.
Her hands slid down to his chest, her touch hesitant yet eager, as she felt his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. Danish pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting hers, dark with emotion but softened by the flicker of a smile. He leaned in once more, his lips capturing hers briefly before returning to the tender line of her jaw and the curve of her neck.
With each kiss, Kavya felt herself surrender further to the moment, her thoughts dissolving into the pure sensation of being cherished so deeply. She let out a soft sigh, her fingers tightening on his shoulders, silently urging him to stay close, to keep kissing her until the world outside disappeared completely.
Danish's hands slid to Kavya's waist, finding the edge of her saree. With deliberate care, he began to unravel it, his fingers brushing against her skin as he worked. His lips never left her, trailing from her neck to her collarbone, placing lingering kisses that sent waves of warmth through her. Kavya closed her eyes, her breath hitching as the soft fabric of her saree slipped away, pooling at her side.

[John446]

Now left in her sleeveless blouse and petticoat, Kavya felt the cool air contrast against her heated skin. Danish's lips sought hers once again, capturing them in a kiss that was slow yet consuming. He shifted his focus, his mouth brushing over her shoulder, kissing the bare curve where her blouse began. Kavya’s hands instinctively found his arms, clutching them as he continued his journey, his lips moving down to the top of her chest, just above the neckline of her blouse.
He pressed soft kisses there, his breath warm against her skin, while his fingers traced light patterns along the edge of her blouse. Kavya shivered at the sensation, her body reacting to the mix of tenderness and passion he poured into every touch. Danish leaned back slightly, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. The deep red of her blouse against her glowing skin, her hair cascading over her shoulders—she looked breathtaking, and his admiration was evident in his gaze.
As he leaned in again, his lips found her neck, kissing gently but with growing intensity, while his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her closer. His kisses were purposeful, exploring every inch of exposed skin, moving from her neck to her shoulders and back to her lips. Kavya melted under his attention, her body responding to the care and fervor in his movements.
Danish's lips wandered lower, exploring new territory with a deliberate tenderness that made Kavya's breath hitch. He pressed a soft kiss to the curve where her collarbone met her chest, then traced a path downward. His hands rested on her sides, steadying her as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin.
His lips hovered over the soft swell of her breast, just above the edge of her blouse, before he kissed her there, lingering for a moment. The warmth of his mouth against her skin sent a wave of heat coursing through her, and her fingers instinctively found his hair, threading through the strands as she pulled him closer. Danish continued, his kisses slow but purposeful, savoring every inch of her exposed skin.
Kavya shivered at the sensation, her chest rising and falling more rapidly under his attention. Danish's hands gently caressed her sides, amplifying the intensity of the moment. He placed another kiss, this time slightly deeper, his lips pressing more firmly against the tender curve of her chest. Kavya let out a soft sigh, her body arching slightly, as the mix of his touch and kisses sent her into a haze of bliss.
Danish’s hands moved with deliberate care, cupping the sides of Kavya's chest and gently pressing upwards, accentuating the soft curves. His touch was confident yet tender, drawing a gasp from her lips as he leaned in closer. He placed his mouth on the rounded swell of her breast, his lips warm and firm against her skin, lingering to deepen the moment.
His kisses grew more passionate, his mouth moving with reverence over her delicate flesh. Kavya’s breaths became uneven, her chest heaving slightly in response to the intensity of his touch. Danish held her closer, his lips pressing deeply into her skin, as if committing the moment to memory. Her hands clutched at the back of his neck, encouraging him as her body responded to the intoxicating combination of his touch and kisses.
Danish opened his mouth wide, taking in the soft, supple flesh of her left breast's upper curve with deliberate care. His lips molded around her sensitive skin, warm and firm, creating a deep pull that sent a shiver through Kavya. His tongue teased her with slow, deliberate strokes, exploring the delicate texture of her skin while his hand held her firmly by the waist, anchoring her beneath him.
Each motion was intentional, as if savoring her response to every touch and caress. His breath came hot against her skin, contrasting with the cool air in the room, amplifying the sensations coursing through her. Kavya’s fingers instinctively curled into the fabric of his shirt, her soft gasps and sighs betraying the pleasure building within her.
As his lips lingered, the suction deepened, the gentle pressure becoming more assertive, leaving her skin tingling and flushed. Then, without warning, Danish allowed his teeth to graze her skin lightly, followed by a playful nip that drew a sharp yet intoxicating gasp from Kavya. He followed it with a firm kiss, his tongue soothing the spot before he slowly pulled back.
His eyes lingered on the faint mark he had left, a love bite that stood out as a symbol of their unrestrained passion. Kavya looked down, catching sight of the imprint, her heart racing as she ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, their connection growing deeper with every intimate touch.
Danish’s hands moved with a deliberate gentleness as he reached for the edges of her blouse. His fingertips brushed against her skin, sending a cascade of goosebumps along her arms. Slowly, he slid the fabric away from her shoulders, the smooth material gliding effortlessly down her arms. The soft lighting in the room highlighted the curve of her collarbone and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply, her anticipation building with every moment.
Once the blouse was set aside, Danish’s gaze lingered on her form, admiration evident in his eyes. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss on her shoulder before his hands moved to the tie of her petticoat. Gently, he unraveled the knot, the silky fabric pooling around her waist and slipping away to reveal the luxurious lingerie she had chosen for this very night.
The deep, rich velvet of the set clung to her curves, the texture soft yet striking against her glowing skin. The delicate design accentuated her silhouette, the intricate lace trims adding an element of elegance. The bra’s cut emphasized the fullness of her figure, while the matching velvet panties sat perfectly on her hips, hugging her in all the right places.
Danish’s breath hitched as he took in the sight before him. “You’re stunning,” he whispered, his voice laced with awe. His hand brushed lightly over the velvet material, marveling at its softness. He leaned forward, his lips grazing the edge of the fabric, planting slow, reverent kisses along her collarbone and down to the curve of her waist.
Kavya’s cheeks flushed under his adoring gaze, her hands instinctively reaching for him, pulling him closer. The tension between them deepened as Danish explored her in the alluring lingerie, every touch and glance a testament to the passion that consumed them.
Danish’s lips became more fervent as they journeyed across Kavya’s body, each kiss imbued with raw emotion and an almost desperate passion. He started at her temple, the soft press of his lips melting into the delicate curve of her jawline. The heat of his breath mixed with the cool air in the room, creating an intoxicating contrast as his kisses deepened with every inch he descended.
He lingered at the base of her throat, his lips parting slightly to press fuller, wetter kisses along the sensitive skin. Kavya shivered, her fingers instinctively clutching the sheets beneath her as Danish continued his exploration. His hands glided over her shoulders and trailed down her arms, amplifying the sensation of his lips marking their path.
When his mouth moved to her collarbone, he paused, his lips molding perfectly against the ridge, savoring the way her body responded to his touch. He kissed her there with a mix of hunger and care, his tongue flicking briefly against her skin, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through her.
Danish’s hands roamed freely now, caressing the sides of her waist as he kissed lower, his lips grazing over the gentle curve of her breasts, still covered in the soft velvet fabric of her lingerie. He kissed over the material, the warmth of his mouth penetrating through it, teasing her further as he moved with purpose.
His lips danced along the curve of her stomach, planting slow, lingering kisses that left a trail of fire in their wake. His hands followed closely, their warmth grounding her as his mouth ventured toward the dip of her waist, then lower, brushing along the contours of her hips. Each kiss seemed to brand her, an unspoken declaration of the intensity they shared.
As he worked his way back up, his kisses grew bolder, pressing more firmly against her skin. His mouth found the swell of her chest again, this time fully exposed, and he lavished her with deep, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring with reverence. Kavya arched into him, her breath hitching as his lips claimed her body in ways that left her trembling.

[John446]

Danish’s exploration was thorough, each kiss more intense than the last, igniting a fire between them that refused to be contained. The velvet material still adorning her was now a tantalizing barrier he seemed determined to conquer, his every movement a testament to the passion that had overtaken them.
Danish’s fingers deftly unclasped Kavya’s velvet bra, the sound barely audible over the heavy breathing filling the room. He didn’t rush, letting the straps slide off her shoulders like a whisper against her skin, exposing her slowly, deliberately. His gaze lingered, dark with hunger, as he took in the sight of her bare, flawless form. Kavya’s cheeks flushed under his intense stare, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
Without a word, Danish leaned forward, his lips brushing lightly over the curve of her right breast, teasing her with the barest contact. Her body tensed beneath him, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Then, his mouth claimed her fully. He opened wide, taking the soft flesh deeply, his tongue swirling and tasting her like she was something he could never get enough of. He sucked her tenderly at first, building slowly, drawing her deeper into the moment, then increased the pressure, his lips pulling firmly against her skin.
His hands cupped her breasts, fingers pressing gently into her flesh as if to mold her to his touch. With each motion of his mouth, Danish poured his passion into her, alternating between long, deliberate pulls and fervent, hungry sucks. Kavya’s head tilted back, her lips parted in breathless moans as her hands found their way into his hair, tangling in the strands as she urged him closer.
Switching to her left breast, Danish trailed hot kisses across her chest, his lips worshipping every inch of skin before his mouth latched onto her. This time, he was unrelenting, his tongue flicking over her hardened nipple before sucking her deeply, his lips forming a perfect seal. Kavya cried out softly, her body arching instinctively to offer him more, her fingers tightening in his hair as waves of pleasure surged through her.
Danish’s movements became more intense, his mouth exploring her breasts with a fervor that bordered on desperation. He nipped softly at her sensitive skin, his teeth grazing just enough to send sparks racing through her veins. His tongue traced along the curves of her chest, leaving a path of warmth and wetness as he worshipped her.
Her breathing grew ragged as he devoured her, each pull of his lips sending shivers down her spine. Kavya’s body responded to him completely, her moans mingling with his deep groans, creating an intoxicating symphony. Danish alternated between slow, deliberate motions and fervent, passionate sucking, his attention never wavering, his intensity consuming her entirely.
Danish paused, his dark, heated gaze locking onto Kavya's flushed body as if memorizing every curve, every line of her form. Slowly, he lowered his head again, his lips ghosting over the sensitive peak of her breast. His breath was warm against her skin, sending shivers coursing through her as anticipation built within her like a storm.
He began with a tender flick of his tongue over her taut nipple, the sensation both teasing and electrifying. Kavya’s back arched in response, her hands instinctively gripping the sheets beneath her. Then, Danish pressed his lips fully around the sensitive nub, his mouth warm and wet as he sucked gently, coaxing soft, breathy moans from her.
Breaking the rhythm momentarily, he grazed her nipple with his teeth—lightly, teasingly—just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure rippling through her. Kavya gasped, her body jolting at the unexpected sensation. Danish didn’t stop. He captured the sensitive peak between his lips again, his mouth closing around it as he sucked deeply, his tongue swirling and lapping to soothe the sting of the bite. The contrast of sensations—sharp and then soothing—left Kavya trembling beneath him, her breaths coming in shallow, needy gasps.
Danish leaned back slightly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he gazed down at Kavya. The dim light of the room cast shadows over his sculpted torso, highlighting every defined muscle. His eyes traveled over her body, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and the way her chest heaved in anticipation. Slowly, he sat back on his knees, the bed dipping beneath his weight as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt.
With a deliberate, fluid motion, he pulled the shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest. The movement was unhurried, his gaze never leaving Kavya's as if to savor every second of the moment. Tossing the T-shirt aside carelessly, Danish's hands moved to the waistband of his boxers. His fingers hooked into the elastic, and he slid them down his hips, his movements controlled yet filled with an undercurrent of desire. Kavya's breath hitched as her eyes followed every motion, her pulse quickening.
Now completely bare before her, Danish exuded confidence and raw masculinity, his body a testament to strength and power. He moved closer to her, his hands trailing softly over her thighs, the sensation leaving goosebumps in their wake. His touch was gentle yet commanding, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't suppress.
Reaching the waistband of her delicate panties, Danish paused, his fingers lingering as if to give her a moment to anticipate what was coming. His gaze met hers, intense and unyielding, before he began to slide the fabric down slowly, inch by tantalizing inch. The velvet material slipped over her hips, revealing more of her smooth, glowing skin.
Kavya instinctively lifted her hips off the bed to aid him, her movements graceful yet filled with a quiet eagerness. The simple act felt intimate, electric, as if every gesture carried unspoken words between them. Danish took his time, the soft fabric trailing down her thighs and past her knees, until he finally pulled it free from her ankles and let it fall to the floor.
For a moment, he paused, his eyes roving over her now fully bare form. His gaze was intense, reverent, as if he was admiring a masterpiece. The air between them was charged, heavy with anticipation, as he leaned down once more, his hands gently caressing her hips. Kavya’s skin tingled under his touch, her body alight with anticipation of what was to come.
Danish's strong hands wrapped gently around Kavya’s legs, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as he guided her thighs apart slightly, creating an intimate space between them. His touch was firm yet tender, and every motion sent a ripple of heat coursing through her. The weight of his gaze as he lowered himself spoke volumes, his focus solely on her.
Starting at her knees, his hands roamed upward, savoring the smoothness of her skin. His fingertips traced delicate, teasing patterns, exploring every inch with deliberate care. Kavya shivered, her breath hitching as the tension in her body built. Danish leaned closer, pressing his lips to the inside of her knee before trailing a series of warm, lingering kisses down her calf.
When he reached her feet, he took one in his hands, cradling it gently as though it were precious. His lips brushed over the arch, planting soft kisses along the sensitive curve. Kavya felt a wave of unexpected pleasure as his lips traveled further down. His movements were slow and reverent, each kiss an expression of his devotion to her body.
Without breaking eye contact, Danish took her toes into his mouth one by one, his tongue swirling around each delicately. The sensation sent shivers up her spine, the combination of warmth and wetness igniting a new level of arousal within her. Kavya gasped softly, her fingers gripping the bedsheets as waves of tingling pleasure coursed through her.
Danish’s hands continued to knead her thighs gently, his thumbs pressing into the tender flesh, heightening her sensitivity. He alternated between kissing and sucking her toes, his lips occasionally grazing the tips with a teasing flick of his tongue. The deliberate nature of his actions left Kavya breathless, her body responding to him in ways she hadn’t expected.
Every touch, every kiss, carried an intensity that left her overwhelmed with sensation. Kavya moaned softly, her head falling back against the pillow as her body surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving her. Danish smiled against her skin, his lips curving as he continued to worship her, savoring every moment of her response.
Danish gently shifted his grip, his strong hands sliding further up her legs as he carefully parted them, creating a tantalizing space between her thighs. The anticipation in Kavya’s body was palpable, her skin already tingling from his touch. His eyes lingered on her, taking in every detail of her flushed form as his hands roamed over her calves, caressing them with a mix of firmness and tenderness.
Leaning down, Danish pressed his lips to the curve of her calf, his kisses warm and deliberate. He worked his way upward, the contrast of his stubble against her soft skin adding a thrilling edge to the sensation. Kavya’s breaths came in soft gasps, her chest rising and falling as she felt the heat of his mouth traveling closer to her thighs.
When Danish reached the sensitive spot just above her knees, he paused, brushing his lips lightly before pressing a deeper kiss that lingered. His hands slid upward simultaneously, his thumbs brushing the inner line of her legs, igniting a fire with every stroke. Slowly, he continued his journey, his mouth trailing an unbroken line of kisses along the sensitive inner expanse of her thighs.
Each kiss was a revelation, his lips alternating between soft and firm, leaving a blazing path in their wake. He took his time, savoring every inch of her, his tongue occasionally darting out to taste her skin.

[masud93]

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[John446]

As he neared the apex of her thighs, Danish’s kisses grew slower, more deliberate. His lips caressed her inner thigh with a tenderness that felt electric, his warm breath fanning across her skin and heightening her anticipation. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, steadying her as his mouth moved closer, his kisses growing more intense with each press of his lips.
Kavya’s head tilted back, her eyes fluttering shut as her body surrendered entirely to his ministrations. Danish’s devotion to exploring her every curve, every inch of her skin, sent waves of pleasure through her, leaving her utterly captivated.
Danish's movements were deliberate and purposeful as he inched up Kavya's thighs. With a slow, almost torturous precision, he parted them, savoring every moment of anticipation. His tongue traced along the sides of her sensitive lips with a tantalizing, electric intensity that sent shivers through her entire body.
His breath came in ragged, heated bursts as he pressed his lips against her soft, tender skin. Each kiss was deliberate, tracing along the delicate contours of her intimate folds. His tongue flicked with gentle, teasing strokes, exploring the sensitive sides of her body with a devotion that left her skin tingling.
Danish began to lick her with deliberate, tantalizing slowness, each movement sending electric shocks through her body. Kavya was overwhelmed, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she moaned desperately, her back arching to meet his mouth, her body trembling uncontrollably with each wave of pleasure that crashed over her.
Danish's head is between Kavya's spread thighs, his hair falling forward as he licks at her vagina with slow, deliberate movements. Kavya's back is arched, her face contorted in pleasure, her lips parted as she moans softly.
The room was filled with the aroma of arousal, the musky scent of Kavya's desire blending with the clean, fresh scent of Danish's body.
Kavya's moans fill the room, a soft symphony of pleasure blending with the sound of Danish's licking, creating a sensual rhythm. The squelching and sucking sounds of his mouth on her skin.
Danish took his time, like a connoisseur sampling a fine wine. His tongue traced a languid path, as if he were licking the cream from a delicate pastry, savoring the sweetness. Taking in every drop, he moved with a slow rhythm, one that made her purr like a contented cat. His movements were deliberate, a dance of patience and pleasure, as he explored every inch of her delicate flesh.
Gradually, he intensified the rhythm of his ministrations, his tongue moving with increasing speed and precision as he explored her most sensitive areas. With deliberate care, he employed a combination of his lips and tongue, each movement expertly designed to heighten her pleasure and draw out her deepest responses.
His hands grasped her thighs with a firm yet gentle touch, fingers sinking into the supple flesh as he pushed them back, He licked her, deeply and passionately, as if she were a delicacy to be savored, his tongue exploring every fold and crevice, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter with each deliberate stroke.
The first delicate flickers of ecstasy began to stir within Kavya after about ten minutes. Danish, intently reading her body's responses, heard her moans deepen, signaling her ascent towards the peak of pleasure. He parted her delicate folds with a tender, deliberate touch, exposing the pulsating heart of her intimacy. With a rhythm as ancient as desire itself, he stroked her core with his tongue, each movement a deliberate caress designed to stoke the flames of her passion. Simultaneously, his lips enveloped her most sensitive spot, applying a gentle, persistent suction that sent waves of intense sensation coursing through her body. Kavya's breath hitched, her moans growing more insistent, as Danish's skilled ministrations brought her ever closer to the edge of rapture.
Kavya experienced her first intense wave of pleasure, her body responding with an involuntary shudder. Her right hand tangled tightly in Danish's hair, pulling him closer as he devotedly explored her with his mouth. Meanwhile, her left hand grasped the bedsheet with a desperate grip, her knuckles whitening with the force. A crescendo built within her, and she couldn't contain the primal scream that erupted, an expression of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that filled the room.
Kavya's orgasm surged through her for nearly a minute, an intense wave of pleasure that seemed to stretch time itself. During this euphoric moment, Danish was ardently licking her with a fervor as if there were no tomorrow, his tongue expertly tracing the most sensitive parts of her body. Overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her climax, Kavya couldn't contain her response. She let out a loud, uninhibited scream that echoed in the room, her body instinctively arching off the bed as she lifted her hips high into the air, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
Danish, feeling her shudder beneath him, slowed his pace, planting a tender kiss on her tender flesh. His lips glistened, slick with her passion.
He ascended her body slowly, like a pilgrim paying homage at a sacred shrine. His lips traced the curve of her navel, the swell of her breasts, the delicate line of her neck, before finally claiming her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. Kavya met him eagerly, tasting herself on his lips, their tongues entwining in a dance as old as time itself. The kiss deepened, and Kavya felt herself melting into him, ready to surrender body and soul to his touch.
Kavya, with a hunger that bordered on feral, pulled Danish from their heated kiss and forced him onto the bed, his back exposed and vulnerable. Slowly, deliberately, she trailed scorching kisses along his torso, descending inch by tantalizing inch until she reached the waistband of his underwear.
There, the unmistakable bulge told the story of his arousal, igniting a fire in her eyes. Abandoning restraint, she lowered her lips to the fabric and began to tease and lick over the barrier, her tongue exploring every tempting contour with an almost predatory focus.
Her desire mounting, she opened her mouth wider, daring to envelop his hardened length through the thin material. The intensity was palpable as she gripped the elastic and yanked his underwear down, releasing him like a coiled spring. His cock burst free, its slick heat pressing insistently against her cheeks. Locking eyes with him, she claimed his throbbing desire with a ferocity that left no room for doubt—she ran her tongue over its sensitive tip, savoring every pulse, before slowly taking him deep into her warm, hungry mouth.
Danish gasped out a soft yet desperate moan, his voice thick with lust as the sensations intensified. With every deliberate suck, she coaxed more of him into the depths of her throat, even as his engorgement grew too overwhelming to contain. Her rhythmic, sensual motions became a test of will and desire, each slow, deep movement punctuated by the heat of their shared ecstasy.
In response, Danish seized a handful of her hair, his grip firm and commanding, forcing her to take him even deeper. Desperation and pleasure mingled as Kavya pushed her limits, her body shuddering as she gagged momentarily under his insistent thrusts. His moans—raw and primal—filled the room: “Ahhhh yes, baby,” he panted, his voice a lustful mantra urging her on.
He drove her further, thumbing through her hair as he pressed his cock so deeply that her nose grazed his hint of pubic hair. For a suffocating moment, they existed in that intense nexus of heat—the warmth of her throat, his relentless thrusts, and the urgent moans that punctuated the air. Danish’s arched back and the upward lift of his hips betrayed the fierce pleasure coursing through him as he murmured, “Ahhhhh baby, you’re so fucking good,” driving his desire even more forcefully into her willing mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity of raw, primal passion, Kavya tapped his thigh, a subtle plea for a brief reprieve amid the frenzy. With a final, guttural moan of release, Danish withdrew, leaving behind a glistening trail of saliva that shone on his exposed skin. The sight brought tears to her eyes—part relief, part the overwhelming intensity of what they had just shared. Gently, he caressed her cheeks and whispered, “You were outstanding, babe.”
Yet the hunger was not sated. Almost immediately, Danish reclaimed control, tugging her hair and thrusting his throbbing length back into her mouth. Now, fully in tune with his commanding rhythm, Kavya adapted, determined to meet each powerful thrust with deep, synchronized suckling. His hips soared off the bed as he relentlessly drove his cock in and out, his movements a furious blend of domination and raw, unbridled passion.
In that fevered dance of lust and control, Kavya discovered an unexpected thrill. The realization that she could take his enormous, unyielding desire deep into her mouth unleashed a primal, slutty excitement within her—a dark, intoxicating pleasure that left her craving more.
Kavya once again gazed at the intimidating sight before her. Danish, with his cock standing proud, a towering eight inches, and so thick that her hand wouldn't wrap around it completely. She tentatively took him into her mouth, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin against her tongue. Inch by inch, she descended, feeling her throat expand to accommodate his considerable girth. It was a challenge, a burning, tear-inducing trial, but she was determined. When her nose finally touched his abdomen, she felt a surge of pride, a sense of accomplishment that sent a thrill down her spine.
With Danish, she found herself relinquishing control, becoming more submissive with each bob of her head. This dynamic was something new, something exhilarating, something she had never experienced with Rahul. Her husband had never commanded her like this, never made her feel this raw, this primal. Until Danish, she had never known she could please a man this way, never known she could feel so empowered on her knees. With each passing moment, she was unlocking a part of herself she never knew existed, and it was intoxicating.
Kavya abruptly released his cock from her mouth, gripping it firmly in her hand as she began to lavish his balls with fervent licks. Danish drew in a sharp, ragged breath, his hands urgently guiding her lips across the sensitive flesh of his balls. With a firm grasp on her hair, he pushed her even lower, her lips brushing against his asshole. A guttural moan escaped Danish's lips, "Ahhhhhhhhhh yes, baby," as he held her tightly in place, his body tensing with intense pleasure.
Kavya was overwhelmed with desire, a primal need ignited by the way Danish commanded her. Her inhibitions stripped away, she leaned in and let her tongue explore the forbidden territory of his body. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through Danish, an electrifying shiver of intense pleasure coursing through him. It was an experience unlike any he had known before, a raw and thrilling awakening of his senses.
After a moment, Danish gripped Kavya's hair with a fervent intensity, pulling her close and capturing her lips with a fervor that spoke of deep, unrestrained passion. Their mouths collided like lovers starved for each other, and Danish tasted the faint salt of his own skin as their kisses deepened. Kavya responded with an untamed hunger, matching his intensity with her own wild fervor. Danish laid her down on the bed, his body covering hers as he kissed her with an even more consuming passion. He bit into her neck with a feral urgency, his voice a low, primal moan as he whispered, "You're driving me wild, and I promise you won't find sleep tonight."
Danish forced Kavya's legs apart, his breath hot and heavy as he positioned himself between her thighs. He tore at the condom wrapper, but Kavya seized his wrist, her eyes wild and hungry. "No condom tonight," she growled, pulling him down until their lips collided in a fierce, bruising kiss. Heat pulsed between them, their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in ragged gasps.
Danish gripped his thick, throbbing cock, guiding it to her entrance. He pushed the tip in, and Kavya's nails dug into his back, her breath hitching as he slowly drove into her, inch by agonizing inch. She clung to him, her body taut as a bowstring, as he filled her completely.
A primal possessiveness surged through Danish. He was claiming her, bare and raw, in her marital bed. He could feel her heat, her wetness, every intimate pulsation as her body yielded to his. Kavya panted beneath him, her eyes rolled back and glazed with pleasure. She was his, utterly and completely, and he reveled in the primal power of the moment.
Danish impales Kavya with a single, fierce thrust, sheathing himself fully inside her. He pauses, allowing her to feel his pulsating heat, before ravaging her neck and lips with fierce, urgent kisses. Their kiss deepens, tongues clashing, breaths merging, as Danish begins to move, stroking her with long, slow, deliberate thrusts. Kavya moans into his mouth, her body taut, as he grinds against her, igniting a inferno within them both.
With a sudden, fierce motion, Danish hooks his right hand under Kavya's left leg, spreading her wide, and begins to pound into her with slow, deep, relentless thrusts. Each one elicits a cry from Kavya, her nails digging into his flesh, as he explores the very depths of her. The room echoes with the sharp, rhythmic slap of their flesh meeting, Danish's controlled breaths, and Kavya's desperate, pleading moans.
For an eternity, Danish fucks her, slow and deep, until Kavya's breath hitches, her body tensing as she nears the precipice. "Yes," she hisses, clutching him tighter, her body slick with sweat. "Like that. I'm coming."
With a growl, Danish adjusts his stance, increasing his pace. He draws out almost entirely before slamming back into her, over and over, their bodies crashing together with brutal force. The room shakes with the violence of their coupling, the bed screaming in protest as Kavya's cries grow louder, more desperate.
Her orgasm hits like a storm, her body convulsing, nails raking down Danish's back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She bites his shoulder, drawing a roar from deep within his chest. His pace quickens, becoming frenzied, until Kavya's legs begin to shake, her body wracked with waves of pleasure.
Only then does Danish slow, his body slick with sweat, his heart pounding like a war drum. He peppers Kavya's neck and lips with fierce, possessive kisses, before pulling back to stare at her. Her eyes flutter open, a soft smile playing on her lips. "God," she breathes, "that was incredible."
Now Danish rose gracefully and sank to his knees, gently drawing Kavya onto his lap. With deliberate tenderness and raw desire, he aligned his long, throbbing erection with her inviting warmth. Kavya began to move, mounting him with an intoxicating rhythm. Seated at the edge of the bed, Danish watched as each slow, deliberate movement sent her soft curves and bouncing breasts grazing his chest. Their lips met in a searing, passionate kiss—a kiss that awakened sensations within Kavya far beyond what she had ever experienced with Rahul. Danish’s strong hands explored her curves, guiding her with confident, measured strokes, sometimes moving in smooth arcs and other times tracing the length of his desire.
Before long, Danish lifted Kavya in his arms, his hard member still nestled within her, and led her toward the doorway of the room. There, against the firm wood of the door, their union erupted in a series of rhythmic, staccato "thhap... thhap..." sounds as he pounded her with fevered intensity. Kavya clutched his neck, using her arms to steady herself amid the storm of their passion; it had already been thirty minutes of unyielding, euphoric connection.
After a pause, Danish guided her back to the bed, gently throwing her onto the soft linens as he paused to admire her. He then positioned himself between her legs once more, resuming their embrace in a missionary style—but this time with an added twist: his hips moved in slow, circular motions that sent new waves of delight surging through her. Leaning in close, Danish whispered, “I’m closer, babe,” to which Kavya responded with a tight, affectionate embrace and a soft peck upon his lips, murmuring, “Fill me up.”
Responding to her plea, he hoisted her legs up onto his broad shoulders, allowing his weight to settle entirely over her as he resumed his passionate thrusts with renewed vigor. Each powerful motion elicited a cry from Kavya, her voice rising in sync with his pounding rhythm. After just five minutes, Danish murmured that he was nearing his climax. Kavya asked in a husky whisper, “Are you close?” and with a teasing smile, he replied, “I’m not Rahul; when I say I’m cumming, it means I need four to five more minutes.”
As the tension built deep within him, Danish’s whispered assurance, “I’m closer, babe…yes,” set the stage for an explosive release. With a series of guttural grunts and a raw, animalistic roar, he filled her completely—the undeniable evidence of his climax evident as his seed cascaded down, a tangible testament to their fervent union.




For several charged moments afterward, Danish remained atop her, beads of sweat glistening under the dim light, until he finally reclined beside her, their heavy breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. Kavya turned toward him, wrapping her arms around him in a tender embrace, pressing soft kisses against his cheeks. Danish responded with equal warmth, holding her close. That night, their passion was unrelenting; Danish claimed her three more times, their desires entwined until the early hours of the morning, continuing their intense, all-night rendezvous until five in the dawn.

[John446]

Sorry guys for taking so much time for the update. i will complete the story dont worry.

[Astroboy11]

Hey, welcome back. Great update. I had been checking on the story periodically and it’s good that you’ve picked up from where you left. I do have a question- how long has Rahul been away for? Is his return imminent or will there be a lot more of f**king before he is back in the picture. This might be spoiler territory but I have to ask - is there going to be a good outcome for Rahul in this story? Feels a bit bad coz most adultery stories here end with the hubby getting the tragic end where he is left discarded. While this may be the case, some good things need to happen for him. Otherwise it’s a sour note

[Periyapoolan]

Wonderful update. She will get pregnant this time witout any doubt.

[Projectmp]

Amazing comeback and terrific update

[Yesudoss]

These two are now in love. Time to divorce the husband and end the story. Already dragged too much.

[Losliyafan]

Finally gave her in the marital bed and confirmed she does not love her husband anymore. She is now complete slut of this moslim man. Kavya gets pregnant and her impotent husband will send an appreciation email to his friend for saving his time and giving his wife what she wants. Also, he will say that she can be his slut for life as he has no idea to return to see her. Kavya will be extremely happy and marry this moslim man and change to his religion and deliver his child.

[53saam]

Good Evening John446,

First of all , thank you so much for the updates.
I think Kavya for sure would like to give divorce to her husband Rahul since she is madly in love with Danish.
I also think in future updates Kavya will marry Danish after her divorce with Rahul , gets pregnant and deliver his child.