Adultery The New Car -bdrew86 - Continued

[Pushpa Purusan]

Aditi with Gurnam is perfect, but after bring more characters and making her like a whore did not attract. Somehow it become like disgusting read.

[Gulfansa]

Yes you can but don't add a rich nice looking character...add a low class guy like gurnam and pappu 

Also if pappu get aditi alone without gurnam knowledge it will be nice

Why i liked this story is how a cultured wife gets dominated by a low class man but now i realise that's a common trope in indian story 

So yes he will be another working class man

[Nesamanikumar]

New car has given many new dicks for her ever itching pussy.

[Rangushki]

Gurnam still calling aditi as madam did not fit the story. He should call her names, show authority and fuck her brains out and make her beg for more. Also he should make her to feed his juices to her husband and send video. Humiliate her husband and accept her to carry his child inside her.

[manmadhakunju]

beautiful and hotty update

[jiljilrani]

Let hero gurnam and aditi humiliate the wimp husband and punish him badly.

[Vasanthan]

Now that wife has fallen completely for the mechanic and turned his slut and also started hating her husband, Make mechanic kill her husband in the same car presented by him.

[Gulfansa]

When I pulled into our driveway, I saw Arjun standing outside the house, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of the car, and I felt a knot form in my stomach. I took a deep breath and stepped out, trying to keep my voice steady. "Hi, the car's fixed," I said, holding out the keys with a forced smile.

He took the keys from my hand, his gaze traveling over the car's exterior. "Looks like you had quite the adventure," he said, his voice tight with anger.

"It was just a minor accident," I attempted to brush it off, my heart racing as I saw him inspect the dents and scratches.

Arjun's eyes narrowed as he took in the extent of the damage, his jaw clenched tight. "This isn't minor, Aditi," he said, his voice laced with accusation. "What the hell happened out there?"

I tried to maintain my calm, swiping a strand of hair from my face. "It was just a small fender bender," I lied, hoping my voice didn't betray the tremble in my chest. "Really, it's not that big of a deal."

Arjun's eyes bore into me, searching for the truth that I was desperately trying to hide. "Who fixed it?" he demanded, his voice a low rumble.

"Gurnam, the mechanic," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "He was really good and managed to fix it while I was at the hotel."

Arjun's gaze remained unyielding. "And why didn't you answer my calls?"

I stumbled over my words. "The... the signal was bad at the hotel, I... I couldn't get through."

Arjun's expression was a storm cloud of suspicion and anger. "So you didn't bother to find a way to let me know?"

"I'm sorry," I murmured, dropping my gaze to the ground. The taste of Gurnam and Pappu's cum still lingered on my tongue, and the scent of their sweat mingled with the leather seats of the car. I was afraid that if Arjun got too close, he would be able to smell them on me, that he would know what had transpired.

"You should be," Arjun said, his voice cold. "I specifically didn't buy a brand new car because I wasn't confident that you could handle it. And look what happens when I'm not around to supervise you."

The words hit me like a sledgehammer, shattering my already fragile composure. His accusation was like a knife twisting in my gut, a painful reminder of the trust he had placed in me, a trust that I had just obliterated with my infidelity. "I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice shaking. "It won't happen again."

"Oh, it won't?" Arjun sneered. "How can I be sure of that?"

"I swear, Arjun," I whispered, desperation creeping into my voice. "It was just a one-time mistake."

"A mistake that could have been avoided," he said, his voice icy. "From now on, we're hiring a driver for you. I can't take the risk of you getting into another accident, or worse."

My heart sank. A driver? That meant no more freedom, no more secret trysts. "Arjun, please," I begged, reaching out to him. "I promise, I'll be more careful."

He stepped back, evading my touch. "It's too late for promises," he said, his voice devoid of warmth. "I'll make arrangements. The car won't leave this home without a driver"

The finality in his tone sent a chill down my spine. My mind raced with thoughts of the life-altering events of the day, juxtaposed with the mundane task of explaining the car's condition to my husband. I felt trapped, the walls of our marriage closing in around me like the tightening grip of Gurnam's hand around my throat earlier that day.

[Prabhas Rasigan]

She will now bring the gurnam as driver, so that he can fuck her anytime with the wimp husband knowledge. ha ha ha