Adultery Nisha - Young working wife

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Nisha's phone buzzed on the bedside table, the screen lighting up the darkness of the early morning. She groaned, her hand reaching out to silence the alarm. It was 5 AM, and the world outside was still wrapped in the quiet embrace of the night. As the room grew brighter with each passing moment, she could make out the soft rustling of the curtains, the distant hum of the city slowly waking up.

Her eyes searched the empty space beside her, finding comfort in the lingering warmth where her husband, Joshi, should have been. A faint scent of his cologne clung to the pillow, a silent reminder of his presence. Nisha rolled out of bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she made her way to the bathroom. The cold floor tiles sent a shiver up her spine, jolting her fully awake.

Her reflection in the mirror was a canvas of contrasts - a modern woman dressed in traditional garb, the stark white of her salwar kameez standing out against the deep red of her lips. The room was a blend of the old and the new, the antique furniture a stark reminder of her in-laws' traditional values, while the sleek laptop on the desk whispered of her own ambitions and tastes.


The aroma of sizzling onions and spices wafted up from the kitchen, signaling the start of another busy day. Nisha's mother-in-law was already up, preparing breakfast with the diligence of a woman who had done so for decades. The house was alive with the rhythmic sounds of cooking, the clank of pots and pans, and the low murmur of prayers being recited.

She knew they would expect her to join them for the morning rituals, even though she had an important meeting at the bank. She took a deep breath and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the last remnants of sleep. The thought of the day ahead filled her with both excitement and a hint of anxiety.

The day was just beginning, and she had so much to do. She came in front of the mirror and undid the towel and stood naked. Her body was a testament to the harmony of tradition and modernity. At 5'7", she had the poise and grace of a classical dancer, a figure that could make even the most stoic of hearts flutter. Her skin was the color of warm milk chocolate, a soft canvas that whispered of her mixed heritage. Her breasts, a generous 36C, were round and full, the kind that would make any man's jaw drop. They sat proudly on her chest, a perfect balance to her slim waist that measured a svelte 28 inches. Her navel was a deep, inviting well, a small indentation that spoke of her youth and fertility. Her stomach was flat, a testament to the countless hours she spent in the gym, maintaining her figure amidst the demands of her career and family life.

Her pussy was trimmed with a neat strip of hair, framing the soft pink petals that lay hidden beneath. The sight of it made her blush, a reminder of the intimate moments she shared with her husband, moments that were increasingly few and far between. Her ass was round and firm, a perfect handful that would make any woman envious. Her legs were toned and long, a result of her dedication to her morning jog in treadmill. She turned around, admiring her reflection. The curve of her backside was as tantalizing as it was mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the sharp angles of the traditional attire she was expected to don. Her long black hair fell in waves down her back, a silent declaration of her beauty and her strength.

With a sigh, she reached for her underwear, slipping into the lacy fabric that barely contained her ample curves. She chose a bra that would not be visible under her office attire but would still give her the support she needed to face the day ahead. The light brown of her areole peeked through the sheer fabric but not clearly, a hint of the passion that lay dormant beneath the surface. Her nipples were a darker shade, standing at attention, as if eager for the cool breeze from the AC vent above.

Nisha felt a sudden surge of power as she dressed, her body a silent rebellion against the norms that sought to constrain her. She pulled on her jeans, the fabric hugging her hips and ass like a second skin. Her t-shirt clung to her torso, revealing just enough of her figure to make heads turn without being overtly provocative.

Her makeup was minimal but effective, her deep brown eyes framed by thick lashes and a hint of eyeliner that made them smolder. Her pink lips were a stark contrast to the rest of her look, a pop of color that drew attention without demanding it. As she applied her favorite shade of red lipstick, she couldn't help but think of the fire it represented, a flame that burned within her, refusing to be extinguished.

With her hair tied back in a sleek ponytail, she stepped into her heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence that came with being dressed in her own skin. Finally she wear the coat that matched her attire, blending both worlds she lived in. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, a silent nod of approval for the woman she had become.

As she made her way through the quiet house, she could feel the eyes of the antique portraits on the walls following her, as if they too were surprised by her audacity. But she walked with purpose, the clack of her heels a metronome counting down to the moment she would face the day ahead.

The kitchen was a flurry of activity, her mother-in-law's disapproving gaze the only constant in the sea of chaos. Nisha forced a smile, accepting the steaming cup of chai with grace, despite the unspoken tension that hung between them. The warmth of the liquid was a comfort, a reminder that she was still a part of this family, even if she was charting her own course.

Her father-in-law looked up from his newspaper, his eyes lingering on her attire before flicking back to the headlines. Nisha felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of rebellion. She was more than just the daughter-in-law they wanted her to be. She was a woman with a mind of her own, with ambitions that reached beyond the confines of their expectations.

The drive to the bank was a blur, the traffic a cacophony of honks and shouts that mirrored the tumult in her head. She had taken a stand, but she knew it was only the beginning. The real battle would be convincing them that she could be both the modern wife they needed and the traditional daughter-in-law they desired.

As she approached the gleaming glass tower that was her workplace, she took a deep breath. The bank's lobby was a bastion of modernity, a stark contrast to the traditional household she had just left behind. The cool air washed over her, and she felt the weight of her decision settle into place like a second skin.

The bank was a welcome reprieve from the chaos of the city, its cool interior a stark contrast to the heat and humidity outside. Nisha walked through the glass doors, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint aroma of new leather and the faint scent of money. She took the elevator to the top floor, her heart beating a little faster with each ascending floor number.

Her team was already gathered in the conference room, their faces a mix of anticipation and skepticism. She had worked tirelessly on this proposal, pushing the boundaries of traditional banking practices. It was a risk, but one she knew could pay off handsomely. As the branch manager, Nisha had a reputation for her innovative ideas, but this was by far the most daring she had ever presented.


The room grew silent as she set her briefcase on the table and began her presentation. Her voice was steady, her words clear and precise. She could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken doubt of her colleagues. But she had come prepared, armed with numbers and statistics that painted a compelling picture of the potential profits and growth this new initiative could bring.

As she talked, her confidence grew. She saw the nods of understanding, the glint of interest in their eyes. The proposal was complex, but she had broken it down into simple, digestible parts. The silence was no longer one of skepticism but of contemplation, as they considered the possibility of this revolutionary change.

The questions came swiftly, some challenging, others curious. Nisha fielded them all with ease, her passion for the project shining through. The room was alive with energy, and she could almost feel the winds of change blowing through the stale air of the conference room.

But amidst the excitement, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was living a double life. Here she was, the modern, career-driven woman, fighting for a chance to make her mark. And back home, she was the obedient daughter-in-law, treading carefully on the tightrope of tradition.

The meeting concluded with a round of applause and a nod of approval from her superiors. It was a small victory, but one that filled her with hope. Perhaps she could find a way to balance her two worlds, to be true to herself without compromising the respect of her family.

As she packed up her things, her phone vibrated with a mail from Joshi. "Miss you," it read, with a simple heart emoji. Nisha couldn't help but smile. Despite the distance and the differences, they had found a way to support each other's dreams.

The rest of the day was a blur of emails and follow-ups.



The journey back was filled with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew her in-laws wouldn't understand the significance of her day, but she hoped that the joy on her face would be enough to bridge the gap.

As she approached the house, she saw a figure standing in the doorway. It was her mother-in-law, her eyes narrowed slightly, watching her approach. Nisha took a deep breath and steeled herself. She had faced tougher battles today, and she would not let this one dampen her spirits.

"How was your day?" she asked, her voice lilting with the hope of sharing her success. But the woman's expression remained unchanged, a silent reminder of the expectations that awaited her inside. Nisha's heart sank a little, but she forced a smile and replied, "It was good. Just another day at the office."

The tension was palpable as she stepped into the house, the weight of her two worlds pressing down on her shoulders. But she knew she couldn't hide her light under a bushel. Not when she had a whole career waiting for her to shine.

That night, as she lay in bed next to the empty space where Joshi would soon be, she made a silent vow. She would find a way to make both her family and her career coexist. She would not let the shackles of tradition hold her back from the life she deserved. And with that thought, she drifted off to sleep, her dreams filled with the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The following days were a flurry of activity as Nisha worked tirelessly to implement the new initiative. Each evening, she returned home exhausted but exhilarated, eager to share her progress with the one person who truly understood her - her husband. Their video calls became her lifeline, a chance to escape the confines of her in-laws' expectations and be herself again.



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[Hotyyhard]

good start

[tomdickharry2024]

Nice start kuttusan bro! Please continue.. Thank you!

[tomdickharry2024]

Nice start kuttusan bro! Please continue.. Thank you!

[mindhunter11]

Nice one..good start.. hoping for a big update soon

[Saikarthik]

Good start

[Herbiee]

Started an another spark in this forum by you.
I know it will also be a unique one.Great BrO. Please continue.

[kuttoosan009]

Update-2

As Nisha worked on her groundbreaking initiative, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her husband's impending return. She knew the joy of their reunion would be tinged with the tension of their differing worlds colliding once again. The last four months had been a whirlwind of emails and sporadic calls, the vast expanse of the ocean keeping them apart.

Joshi, a 32-year-old marine engineer, had been working tirelessly on a container ship for months. His job was demanding, the sea a formidable force that tested his resolve daily. But his love for Nisha remained a constant, the light guiding him through the storms of his work. Whenever the ship neared land, he would call her, his voice a warm embrace that she clung to in the coldness of their traditional home.


Their conversations were a mix of longing and mundane updates, a dance of love and duty performed over poor connections and time differences. They talked about her work, her adventures, and the dreams they shared for their future. 

When the day finally arrived and the ship docked, Nisha waited eagerly by the phone, her heart racing as it had not since their wedding day. The line was clear, the anticipation in their voices palpable. They talked for hours, their words weaving a tapestry of love and understanding that transcended the physical miles.

Joshi's two-month leave was a gift, a chance for them to reconnect and find common ground. But as they sat together in the quiet of their room, the silence between them grew louder than the words they had exchanged. The man she had married was still the same, but the world around them had shifted, and she could see the conflict in his eyes.

He was torn between his love for her and his loyalty to his family, his respect for tradition and his admiration for her modern spirit. Nisha knew that she had to tread carefully, to find a way to reconcile the two without losing herself in the process.

Their days together were a delicate dance, a balancing act between her newfound autonomy and the expectations of her in-laws. They went out, they talked, they laughed, but the specter of their future loomed large.

Finally a Saturday afternoon Joshi come back to home after 4 months. She was off duty. When she see him, she wanted to hugged him tightly. But she consider her in laws, their mindset. She greeted him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. He noticed the tension in her posture, the way she held herself as if bracing for impact.


They talked about his work, his travels, the mundane details of life at sea. after one hour spend with his parents he excused to get frshen up and walked towards the bedroom. When she is following his, her monther in law call her. "Nisha, help me to arrange this meal".


Nisha felt a twinge of annoyance but knew better than to refuse. She followed her mother-in-law into the kitchen, where the air was thick with the aromas of a feast in preparation. The room was a flurry of activity, with pots bubbling and dishes clattering, a symphony of traditional flavors and expectations.

As they worked side by side, Nisha's thoughts drifted back to Joshi and his smile. And she think about the upcoming night. The one where they could finally be alone and talk about the future. But the kitchen was not a place for such thoughts, not with her mother-in-law's watchful gaze.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of cooking and serving, the clanging of plates and the murmur of conversation. Finally after dinner he in laws went to sleep. Joshi and Nisha enter in their bedoom locked the door from back. Nisha cant control, Joshi too. She hugged him tightly and started to cry. "I miss you so much." She said, her voice muffled by his chest.

He stroked her hair gently, "I know, Nisha. And I've missed you too."

They sat on the bed, their bodies entwined, and she began to tell him how much she missed him, her voice a soft whisper in the quiet room. "It's been so hard, trying to be the perfect daughter-in-law and still be true to myself."

Joshi held her closer, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and concern. "I know, my love. But we can find a way, together."


Their conversation grew more serious as they discussed the tension in the house and the changes she had brought about by standing up for herself. "Just keep those problem to one side, Its our private time dear, I am hungry to have you" Saying this he kissed on her lips. She closed her eyes and received him.

Her heart raced as she felt his hands on her salwar, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them. She leaned into the kiss, his touch sending waves of desire through her body. He gently pulled her kameez over her head, revealing her lacy bra. Their eyes met, and she knew what was about to happen was more than just sex - it was a reaffirmation of their bond, a silent declaration of love amidst the chaos of their worlds.

They undressed each other slowly, their kisses growing more urgent. His hands caressed her breasts, her nipples hardening under his touch. She moaned softly, arching her back. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall into his waiting palms. Her hands found his waistband, her fingers trembling with anticipation as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He removed his pant along with underwear. NOw both are fully naked.

His cock stood erect, six inches of pure desire, a testament to his longing for her. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently, her eyes never leaving his. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly at her touch. The tip was glistening, and she leaned in to kiss him, her tongue tracing the length of his shaft. His hands found her hair, guiding her as she took him into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she worked him with passionate dedication.

Their bodies tangled together on the bed, the soft moans and sighs filling the room. Nisha felt the warmth of his breath on her skin as he trailed kisses down her chest, her body arching with each tender touch. He paused at her navel, his tongue dipping in and out, teasing her senses. His hand slid down her body, his fingers finding their way to the damp fabric of her panties.

With a gentle tug, he removed them, revealing the soft mound of her sex. He took a moment to admire her, the moonlight casting a soft glow over her naked form. Then, his head dipped lower, and he kissed her inner thigh, the softness of his beard grazing her skin. Nisha's legs parted instinctively, giving him access to the part of her that craved him most.

Joshi's tongue traced the length of her slit, the wetness of her arousal making him groan with need. He tasted her, the sweetness of her desire filling his mouth. She gripped the bedsheets, her eyes rolling back as he found her clit and began to flick it with the tip of his tongue. The sensation was exquisite, a delicate dance that had her hips rising to meet him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring her folds with a hunger that matched her own. He licked and sucked, his hands cupping her ass, urging her closer. Nisha's moans grew louder, the pressure building within her. Her hand found his hair, her nails digging in as she guided his movements, her body responding to his every touch.

The world outside their bedroom ceased to exist as they lost themselves in the rhythm of passion. His mouth worked wonders on her pussy, his teeth grazing her clit as he sucked harder. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tension coiling tightly within her. "Joshi," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust, and slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him. He curled them upward, finding that magical spot that made her legs tremble. She bucked against his hand as he fucked her with his fingers, his tongue never leaving her clit. The tension snapped, and she came, her body convulsing in waves of pleasure.

Their bodies lay entwined, the only sound their ragged breathing. For a moment, Nisha forgot about the expectations, the judgments, and the unspoken tension. She was just a woman, in love with her husband, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers.

Joshi put a new condom and placed on her pussy. His 6" cock move in and out of her wet pussy, bringing with it a mix of pleasure and pain. Her body was tight after four long months of abstinence, but she was eager to welcome him back. She felt every inch of him, stretching her, filling her in a way she had missed more than she cared to admit. Her muscles clenched around him, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion, as she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.

His strokes grew deeper, more urgent, as his excitement mounted. He watched her face, reading her every expression, her eyes squeezed shut in a delicious agony. He knew she was tight, knew she hadn't been with anyone else, and the thought of being the only one to claim her again sent waves of pleasure through him. He moved his hips with a steady rhythm, pushing against her pelvis, feeling her body give way to him.

Nisha's nails dug into the bedsheets, her breath coming in short gasps. She hadn't realized how much she had missed this, the raw, primal connection that transcended their cultural divides. The pain was a reminder of how much she had denied herself, but it was a sweet agony that she embraced wholeheartedly. Her hips began to move in sync with his, urging him deeper, faster.

He couldn't hold out much longer. The sight of her, the feel of her, the tightness of her pussy - it was all too much. With a low growl, he thrust into her one last time, feeling her body tighten around him as he released his load. The warmth of his semen filled in the condom, but she felt the heat in the inner wall.

Their passionate reunion was short-lived, as the realities of their situation came rushing back. But for those three minutes, Nisha had felt free, a modern woman claiming her right to pleasure and love, even in the confines of her traditional marriage. It was a small victory, but one that gave her the strength to face the challenges ahead.

Their lovemaking had been a declaration of sorts, a silent rebellion against the confines of their traditional roles. But now, as they lay together, the weight of the world crashed back down on them. Nisha knew that she couldn't ignore the whispers and glances forever. The time had come to face her in-laws, to stand up for herself and her choices. The next morning, she woke up with a newfound resolve. 


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[Herbiee]

Lovely update.  

[Ajay Kailash]

Great start bro