Adultery Sakshi's Universe

[vishuvanathan]

superb

[yodam69420]

The room was dim, curtains drawn, casting shadows that moved like whispers over the walls. The air felt dense—charged with something beyond desire, beyond restraint. Sakshi stepped inside, the soft rustle of her blue saree the only sound breaking the tense silence.
Ramu was already waiting, his presence commanding yet vulnerable, anticipation etched clearly in his eyes. Before she could speak, he crossed the space between them swiftly and embraced her from behind. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest.
“I've waited for this day for nine years,” he murmured, his voice thick with longing.
Sakshi chuckled softly, turning her head slightly. “Nine years? But I've only been here a few months, Ramu.”
His lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He laughed, low and deep, his breath warm against her skin. “It's not about when you came here, Sakshi. I've waited nine years to finally make love to my Sakshi this way, exactly how I've always imagined.”
She turned slowly in his arms, her eyes soft and curious. "You've imagined this for that long?"
"Every night," he replied, gently cupping her face in his hands. Their eyes met, an exchange filled with years of unspoken feelings and desires.
He leaned in, his lips finding hers without hesitation. The kiss was gentle at first, hesitant, but soon their mouths opened to each other, exploring passionately, naturally—as if they had done so a thousand times before. Their tongues danced slowly, warmly, claiming a sense of freedom they'd both secretly craved.

Breaking the kiss, Ramu’s gaze drifted to her neck, settling upon the mangalsutra resting against her collarbone. A brief shadow crossed his expression.
"Remove it," he said softly, his voice firm but tender.
Sakshi blinked, momentarily unsure. "Why?"
He smiled warmly, tracing the delicate chain with his fingertip. "You should only wear one mangalsutra, Sakshi—the one I've tied."
She paused for a heartbeat, then laughed softly, recognizing the truth in his words. Her fingers moved slowly to the clasp behind her neck, and she carefully removed the mangalsutra her husband had tied. She held it briefly, contemplating, before gently placing it on the bedside table.
"Now," she whispered, stepping back into his embrace, eyes sparkling with playful intensity, "I am truly yours."
He pulled her close again, their bodies pressing together with newfound freedom. His lips claimed hers once more, deepening the kiss, a promise of the passion about to unfold. Their hearts raced, minds blurred by the overwhelming realization of the love they'd long kept hidden, now finally set free.
His fingers moved with slow precision, tracing gentle circles along the edges of her blouse, feeling the heat of her skin radiating beneath the fabric. Sakshi drew a shaky breath as his hand slid upward, palm brushing the soft swell of her breasts. Through the thin material, his thumb found the peak of her nipple, already hardening beneath his touch.

"Ramu," she whispered, her voice thick with desire and vulnerability.
"I've dreamed about this too," he murmured softly, pressing a lingering kiss just beneath her ear. His fingertips explored the delicate contours of her breasts, teasing lightly, savoring every reaction her body offered him. Sakshi's eyes fluttered closed, her breath quickening as he cupped her gently, squeezing with just enough pressure to draw a soft moan from her lips.
His hands moved downward, exploring the soft fabric of her blouse. Encouraged by her response, he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses over the fabric, biting gently through the blouse to tease her stiffening nipples. Her moan spurred him on, igniting his excitement.
"Do you know how long I've imagined how you'd feel, how you'd respond?" he whispered hoarsely, capturing her mouth again in a deep, lingering kiss.
Slowly, he began unfastening her blouse hooks, taking his time to kiss her exposed skin with each button undone. With practiced ease, he worked through the hooks, laying warm kisses down her neck and collarbone. Sakshi's breath quickened, her anticipation building with each kiss, each inch of exposed skin sending heat radiating through her body.
When he reached the final hook, the tension from the weight of her breasts resisted his fingers slightly. Smiling shamelessly, she reached up to help him, their hands briefly entwined before the last clasp gave way. Her blouse loosened and fell away, slipping from her shoulders, revealing her bra-covered breasts.
Ramu immediately pressed forward again, kissing and gently biting her sensitive flesh through the delicate lace. His fingers skillfully found and released the bra hooks, slowly pulling the garment away to reveal her bare skin beneath. The bra joined her blouse on the floor.
“Take them off,” he whispered huskily, eyes darkened with awe and hunger.
Without hesitation, Sakshi slipped the remaining fabric off completely. Her skin flushed under his intense gaze, both shy and excited by his open admiration.
"You're even more beautiful than my dreams," he breathed reverently.
“You’re perfect,” he added softly, lowering his mouth to her bare breasts. He kissed and tenderly suckled her, savoring every sound of pleasure she offered, every moan and shiver she surrendered to him.
In his arms, she felt not just desired—but worshipped.
suckled

[Aung218]

Great bro i'm waiting for your effort

[Gilmalover]

She has removed the mangalsutra, her husband should die now. Good one.

[Urupudathavan]

very sexy

[NovelNavel]

Lucky old bastard

[King Kesavan]

Will this oldie impregnate the young housewife.

[manmadhakunju]

nicely going

[yodam69420]

Now I was wearing nothing above the waist, only the lower half of my saree still clinging loosely to my hips. My bare breasts—warm, full, and heaving with anticipation—were completely exposed to his hungry gaze. The sight of them made his breath catch, his eyes darkening with raw, carnal awe.
Without a word, he lunged in, taking my left breast into his mouth with a feral hunger, sucking deeply, noisily, as though he’d been starved of it for lifetimes. His tongue swirled violently around the sensitive nipple, flicking, teasing, punishing it in wet, dizzying circles before biting down just enough to make my hips jolt.
"Fuck, Ramu," I moaned, my fingers clutching his hair with desperate force, yanking him tighter into my chest.
His other hand wasn’t idle—his palm grabbed my right breast with possessive greed, kneading it hard, squeezing deep, fingers rolling and pinching the nipple until it stood stiff and throbbing beneath his grip. He devoured me, switching between breasts with relentless hunger, lips sucking, teeth grazing, tongue lapping. Every time he bit down, lightning shot down my spine and pooled between my legs.

“You’ve been hiding these from me for too long,” he growled between licks, his voice guttural, lost in lust. “You should’ve fed me this way the day you moved in.”
I arched my back, shoving more of myself into his face, my voice nothing but a gasp. “They’re all yours now… suck me like you own me.”
He did.
As he sucked harder, my body betrayed us both—a warm spurt hit his tongue. My milk.
He froze for a second, stunned, then pulled back, his lips glistening. He looked up at me with wild reverence. “You’re still lactating… Sakshi?”
My breath shook. I nodded. “Yes… it started again… I didn’t even realize how full they were.”
His mouth slammed back onto my nipple. He sucked harder now, greedier, like a beast, groaning as my milk hit his tongue and filled his mouth. His hands pressed into the base of my breasts, working them with experienced reverence, massaging the fullness, milking me like he couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck… you taste like heaven,” he moaned, licking the trails that escaped down my skin, chasing every drip with his tongue. “So warm… so sweet… I want more.”
He latched onto my other nipple, drawing milk from me in thick spurts, suckling with obscene slurps that made my thighs tremble.
My body was convulsing, overwhelmed—my nipples tingled, throbbed, milk spilling down onto my belly, my sides. I couldn’t stop the noises spilling from my lips.
“Drink it all… drink me dry,” I whimpered, voice broken with pleasure, fingers tangled deep in his hair.
He obeyed, face buried deep in my chest, mouth working mercilessly. My breasts were soaked, nipples red and pulsing, wet from his tongue and the milky spray he chased like salvation.
He pulled back finally, lips wet, eyes glowing.
“Don’t stop me now, Sakshi. I could live off you. I’d suck you dry every morning, every night.”
I gasped, my thighs rubbing, my cunt dripping beneath the folds of my saree.
My boobs were shining with milk and spit, hot, heavy, aching—and I never wanted his mouth to leave them.

[yodam69420]

He made me straddle his lap, my bare thighs gripping the warmth of his hips as his arms circled around me, pulling me tight into his body. My chest pressed against his, my nipples grazing the fabric of his shirt as his hands began roaming—bold, firm, reverent. He buried his face into the curve of my neck, kissing, nipping, breathing me in like a man long denied.
His lips found their way back to my breasts, where his mouth opened hungrily. He licked and sucked at my nipples with unfiltered need, his tongue swirling, teeth grazing. The sharp pleasure made me arch into him, gasping. I could feel his cock stiffen beneath me as I rolled my hips forward, grinding slowly.
"Fuck, Sakshi," he groaned, voice thick and broken with lust. "You feel like a fever in my hands."
I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him deeper against my chest. “Then burn with me,” I whispered.
He lifted me effortlessly, laying me back onto the bed. The mattress groaned under our shifting weight. His eyes never left mine, pupils blown wide with arousal. “We’ve just started, Sakshi… there’s more fun waiting,” he said, voice rough.
I laughed, breathless, shivering. “I was already having the time of my life. You’re going to kill me at this rate.”
He chuckled, low and wicked. Sliding in beside me, he curled his arm around my waist and pulled me closer again. Our mouths met—slow at first, lips dragging, tasting. But it deepened fast—tongues meeting, breath mixing. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was hunger breaking free.
Then, his hand slid down my body, slipping under the folds of my saree, fingertips brushing along my belly until they found the edge of my petticoat. He began lifting it slowly, deliberately, knuckles dragging against my thighs, his gaze locked to mine with feral intensity.
He paused at my knees, lowering himself to kiss each one softly. Then he let his mouth linger, biting lightly as his hands slid higher. His teeth gripped the edge of the fabric and he pulled, inch by tantalizing inch, baring my legs as he went. The petticoat dragged across my thighs, exposing the heat rising off my skin.
When he reached the tops of my thighs, he paused to inhale deeply, like the scent of me alone was intoxicating. "So soft," he murmured, his breath hot against the sensitive flesh.
Then his tongue made contact—slow strokes along the inside of my thighs, licking upward in torturous, zigzagging lines. He kissed along the curve where thigh met pussy, leaving hot trails of saliva.
His fingers came next, teasing the outer lips of my pussy, barely brushing them. I whimpered, needing more, my hips twitching forward.
"Still teasing me, Ramu?" I said with a breathy smile.
“I want to savor every fucking inch,” he replied, his voice almost a growl.
I reached down, catching his hand and guiding it, pressing his fingers against my dripping heat. “Then start here. Touch me like you’ve imagined in every filthy dream.”
He obeyed. His hand cupped my mound, his fingers rubbing in slow circles, coaxing slickness from my folds. My body trembled beneath his touch. The roughness of his skin, the gentleness of his pressure—it was maddening.
His palm rocked against me while his fingers danced between my thighs, tracing every line, learning me by touch. “You’re soaking, Sakshi. Your body knows who it belongs to.”
My head dropped back, a moan tearing from my throat.
He leaned in again, his mouth kissing the inside of my thigh while his right hand reached for the knot of my petticoat. His fingers played with it teasingly, tugging just enough to loosen.
“Let me open this properly,” he murmured against my skin, tongue dragging upward. “I want nothing left between me and your taste.”

[manmadhakunju]

Sakshi is lucky

[yodam69420]

He rose slowly from between my soaked thighs, his breath hot and ragged, face glistening with sweat and arousal. His eyes were wild with hunger, the kind that didn’t just want to taste—it wanted to consume. His lips curled into a lewd smile, thick with years of pent-up craving and triumph.
“Stand up,” he growled, voice deep and smoky, vibrating against my skin. “Let me see everything. Every inch. Take it all off… now.”
I held his gaze, returning that wicked smile with one of my own—slow, teasing, a silent dare. Rising to my feet on the bed, I let my hips sway slightly as I stood tall above him. His eyes devoured every motion, every shift of fabric. My fingers slid down to the knot at my hip, pulling slowly. The petticoat loosened, the tension releasing like a breath held too long. With a soft, sinful rustle, the cloth dropped from my waist and pooled at my feet like a silken surrender.
I stood before him—completely nude, my skin flushed, glowing with the sheen of sweat and anticipation. My breasts rose and fell with my breath, nipples dark and tight. My thighs glistened with the trail of my arousal, and my cunt pulsed open and wet for him.
He stared like a worshipper at the feet of his goddess. “Fuck, Sakshi… you’re unreal. You look like every sin I ever wanted to commit.”
He stepped forward slowly, his body radiating heat, eyes fixed on the prize between my legs. He knelt again, reverently, placing his hands on my hips to steady himself. His face moved closer, so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my slick folds.
He pressed his nose into my mound, inhaling deeply like he was getting drunk on the scent of me. “You smell like heaven… and pure fucking corruption.”
His lips brushed my skin—soft at first, barely there, a tease. Then he opened his mouth and kissed right above my pussy, slow, hungry, possessive. His tongue made lazy, wet circles on my mound, the anticipation stretching me taut.
“Please,” I whispered, trembling, my hands gripping his shoulders for balance. “Don’t tease. Taste me. Properly.”
He looked up, eyes glazed. “You’re going to beg? I like that.”
He leaned in again, this time flicking his tongue lower, closer, tracing the edge of my lips. I shivered, knees weak.
But then he paused.
Ramu stood slowly, rising with deliberate slowness. As he ascended, his hands dragged upward from my thighs, over my hips, grazing my waist, until he was towering over me once again.
While I stood vulnerable and open, he lifted his baniyan over his head, revealing a chest glistening with sweat and the taut muscles beneath. He dropped it without care, his eyes never leaving mine. Then, with a fluid motion, he gripped the knot of his lungi and let it fall.
It hit the floor, pooling around his feet.
He still wore his jatti—white, snug, stretched tight over the heavy bulge pressing outward with visible strain. The fabric was damp with arousal, clinging to him like a second skin.
Now we stood facing each other—me naked and trembling, him nearly bare, the final veil of modesty clinging between us like a challenge.
Every breath between us was thick, loaded with all the things we’d never dared speak aloud.
His cock twitched beneath the fabric, the shape of it bold and unapologetic. I could see it pulse, hungry and proud.
He stepped closer again, and his hands came to rest on my cheeks, lifting my face. “You’ve haunted me for years, Sakshi. I’ve waited for this moment every time I closed my eyes.”
“And now?” I whispered.
He kissed me, hard.
No more teasing.
The moment had arrived.

He asked me to remove his jatti, his voice low and full of heat. I didn’t want to spoil the game building between us, so I slid off the bed slowly, every motion deliberate, letting my bare body tease his eyes as I stepped closer to him. My gaze fell to the obvious outline pushing through the thin cotton—his cock was straining against the jatti, thick, impatient, almost twitching for release.
I reached out, fingers grazing the rigid length over the fabric. The heat, the weight, the pulsing urgency beneath sent a shiver down my spine. I wrapped my hand around it, pressing slightly, and he let out a sharp breath.
"Fuck, Sakshi," he groaned. "You keep touching me like that, and I won’t last."
I smiled up at him. "That’s the plan."
I dropped to my knees before him, face inches from the bulge. I leaned in and gave a playful bite right where his cockhead swelled under the fabric. He hissed, his fingers flexing at his sides. "Tease."
"Always," I whispered, lips brushing the damp cloth.
Then, with both hands, I grabbed the waistband and began to slide his jatti down slowly, savoring the way the cotton peeled away from his skin. As soon as the fabric cleared the tip, his cock sprang free—thick, proud, slick at the head. It bounced in front of my face, and I couldn’t help but let out a hungry breath.
I paused, staring, mesmerized by the sheer size and shape of him. My mind flashed unbidden to Murugan—my husband, the man who hadn’t touched me with real desire in years. His cock, always timid, always rushed. The contrast was brutal.
"This... this is what a man should look like," I murmured aloud, almost to myself.
Ramu smirked darkly. "That pathetic fool left you starved, didn’t he? All those nights, all that body... wasted."
I leaned in to kiss it, lips parting, voice trembling. "He never even tried to please me. He never made me feel like this."
But just as I got close, Ramu lifted his cock upward, denying me. I blinked and tried again.
He did it once more.
I gave him a look, part pout, part challenge.
He laughed, dark and wicked. Then without warning, he let his cock fall forward—slapping it gently across my cheek with a sharp thwap.
I gasped, stunned, breathless.
"Naughty girl," he grinned, voice rough. "You look so good with my cock on your face. And to think, your husband never even deserved to see you this way."
He reached down, grabbed my arms, and pulled me up in one swift motion. Our bodies collided, skin to skin, heat to heat. There was no more hiding.
We were completely nude now. Nothing between us. Nothing in the way.
Just skin, sweat, and the promise of what came next.

[yodam69420]

He dragged me to the mirror with force, breath hot and ragged, the glass fogging slightly from the heat we radiated. My reflection stared back at me—flushed, wild, eyes blown wide with lust, lips parted. Behind me, Ramu loomed like a man possessed. His body pressed tight to mine, the ridges of his muscles locking around me like a cage. His cock, hard and twitching, ground up between the cheeks of my ass with primal purpose, no hesitation, no softness.
"Look at yourself," he growled, voice low and dangerous against the shell of my ear. "Look what this body does to me. Watch how filthy you become for me."
His hands shot around my waist and yanked me tight against him, making my breath catch. Then he grabbed my breasts from behind, not with caution, but with the hunger of a man starved. He groped and squeezed hard, thumbs rolling my nipples with sharp, needy aggression, pulling harsh gasps from my throat as I rocked against him.
"You feel this cock? This isn't Murugan’s lazy half-stiff thing," he snarled, teeth grazing my neck. "This is what you’ve been denied. This is what you're made for."
His hand slid lower—fast, greedy—fingers diving between my thighs, spreading me open with zero patience. He didn’t tease, didn’t coax. His fingers ran over my slick folds like he owned them, finding the needy spot and rubbing with ruthless rhythm.
"So fucking wet," he spat, watching me writhe in the glass. "Dripping. And not for your husband. Not ever again."
"Fuck… Ramu!" I cried, arching, my legs trembling as his touch turned brutal, rhythmic, relentless.
My pussy pulsed, soaked and raw with need. I reached back, gripping his thigh, nails digging in. "Put your mouth on me. Now. Don't make me beg."
"Oh, you'll beg," he said, voice dark and thick. "But not yet."
Then with a growl, he hoisted me up—my body slamming into his chest, legs wrapped around him instinctively. His cock still ground against me with every step, the head slicking against my drenched folds through his rough movements.
He dropped me on the bed, not gentle—he flung me, breath stolen from my lungs. Then he flipped me onto my back with one hand and crashed his mouth onto mine—messy, wet, filled with tongue and teeth. He kissed like he wanted to devour me.
His hands were wild now—grabbing, gripping, slapping my thighs apart and dragging his fingers over my pussy again.
"Every time your husband fumbled, every time he rolled over and left you aching—I’m erasing it," he growled. "You’ll only remember how I make you scream."
I was already trembling, heart racing, heat surging in wild waves.
And he hadn't even gone down on me yet.
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After several searing minutes of savage kissing, rough grabbing, and gasping moans, he flipped our bodies with a snarling grunt, twisting us into a feral, snarling 69. There was no softness—only raw, unfiltered need. His broad chest slammed against my belly, pinning me down, his cock now looming over my face like a weapon, swollen, veined, and twitching with violent urgency. The tip leaked precum that glistened, gliding just above my parted lips. The scent was overpowering—male musk, salt, and sweat, thick enough to drown in. Beneath me, his face was buried in my dripping cunt, and I could feel his breath—hot, panting, carnivorous—bathing my folds.
I arched like I was possessed, tilted my head up, and kissed the fat crown of his cock with open hunger. He jerked his hips, shoving the head against my lips like he couldn’t control it.
“Fuck, Sakshi,” he snarled, voice rough like gravel. “Your mouth was made to be used like this.”
I grinned into his skin, letting my lips smear slick across his tip. My fingers curled around his thick shaft, stroking it slow and cruel. I let my tongue swirl around the slit, scooping up precum, my spit dribbling down like honey as I stroked him—watching his muscles twitch, hearing his groans deepen into growls.
Below, he didn’t wait. He ripped me open with his hands, spreading my pussy wide, shoving two fingers into me without warning. “So fucking wet. So ready to be wrecked,” he growled into my flesh.
Then his mouth was on me—no teasing, no build-up—just savage, slobbering licks, as if trying to devour my soul through my cunt. His tongue was a weapon, flattening and thrashing, dragging against my clit like a madman, then plunging deep into me, twisting, writhing, driving me insane.
I moaned into his cock, now sliding into my throat with abandon. I took him deeper, lips stretched wide, spit drooling down his shaft as my hand pumped faster. I licked along the base, then shoved him deep again, sucking until he trembled.
“Fucking hell,” he growled, his words muffled in my pussy. He bit my inner thigh, hard enough to bruise, then dove back in, eating me like a beast starved.
He shoved another finger inside, then three, his knuckles grinding against my pussy walls, finger-fucking me like he was trying to rip an orgasm out of me. My moans turned to muffled screams, my entire body shaking under his grip.
He slapped my ass hard, once—twice—making it bounce as he groaned into my cunt, tongue darting between his thrusting fingers.
“You fucking clench so tight,” he grunted. “This pussy’s begging to be destroyed.”
I sobbed around his cock, sucking harder, my throat tightening as I took him deeper and deeper. My free hand clawed into his thigh, nails raking down as I lost control.
He growled like an animal, tongue lashing my clit again while his fingers curled and dragged along that perfect spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.
“This isn’t love-making,” I choked, spit dripping from my chin. “This is punishment.”
“This is fucking worship,” he answered, mouth drenched with my slick.
We fucked each other’s mouths like war. Unrelenting. Raw. Animal. His cock was soaked, my pussy weeping. Every second was filth. Every second was fire.
Fifteen minutes blurred in screams, choking gasps, and savage thrusts of tongues and fingers. We were a knot of sweat, spit, and cum—tangled, heaving, trembling. Everything obscene. Everything desperate. Everything ours.

[Santhosh Stanley]

Excellent

[yodam69420]

This was our first time, and the air was thick with feral heat and desperate hunger. Sunlight spilled golden stripes across tangled, sweating bodies, highlighting every curve, every bead of perspiration. The scent of lust hung in the air—thick, primal, intoxicating. My heart slammed against my ribs like a trapped animal, wild and frantic, as Ramu settled between my trembling thighs.
He looked down at me, chest heaving, eyes wild and dark. His voice cracked like thunder, rough and filled with urgency. “Touch my cock, Sakshi… make it yours. Own it like you fucking mean it.”
I obeyed without hesitation. My fingers wrapped around the thick, burning length of him—his cock hot and hard like a steel rod wrapped in velvet. It pulsed under my grip, twitching with desire. I stroked him slowly, letting my palm glide over every inch, coating him with his own precum. The tip was swollen, glistening, begging to be devoured.
“Fuuuuck… just like that,” he growled, jaw clenched. “You’ve got fucking magic in your hands.”
I leaned forward, lips soft and open, trailing kisses up the inside of his thigh. He shivered when my breath brushed the head of his cock. A soft kiss on the tip made him tense further, eyes locked onto mine.
Then our mouths crashed together—feral, messy, full of teeth and tongue. His hands gripped my hair, holding tight, hips rocking forward into my fist.
Then he moved, slow but powerful, climbing over me. His cock nudged my entrance—thick, flushed, leaking precum. He pressed the fat head against my dripping folds, parting me slowly, torturously. Each inch stretched me open, the pressure building until my back arched and a moan tore from my throat.
“Are you ready?” he asked, voice like gravel.
I nodded breathlessly, unable to speak, surrendering everything. “I’ve never been more ready. Fuck me, Ramu. Take what’s yours.”
He pushed deeper and deeper, until buried to the hilt, pulsing and hard. My pussy clenched around him, greedy and shocked by the delicious intrusion.
"Shit," he grunted. “You’re fucking tight. Like your pussy was made for me.”
“It’s all yours,” I moaned. “Go deeper… give me all of it.”
He began to move—slow, calculated strokes that quickly turned into brutal, fast thrusts. The bed creaked, the headboard slammed. My hips lifted to meet him, legs locking around his waist. My pussy gripped him, sucking him in deeper.
His hands moved to my breasts, rough and possessive. He twisted my nipples until I cried out. “These tits—fuck, they’re mine now,” he growled, biting one nipple hard.
“Lift those fucking legs,” he ordered. I obeyed, ankles hooking behind his back. He angled perfectly, hitting a spot inside that made me scream.
Our mouths collided again, feral kisses exchanged. "Fuck me like your filthy little slut," I whispered. "Make me yours."
“You were wasted on that weak fuck,” he snarled. “This is what your body was born for—to be wrecked by me.”
“Yes—wreck me!” I sobbed, nails dragging down his back.
The bed slammed into the wall over and over, the rhythm brutal. Our sweat mixed, the headboard thudded.
Then my phone rang—shrill, out of place, but insistent.
"Fuck off," I groaned.
"Answer it," Ramu hissed. "Let him hear what he can never have."
It was Murugan.
Panting, I picked up. "H-hello?"
"Sakshi? You sound strange—are you okay?"
"Y-yeah—running after the kid. He spilled milk all over—I'm a mess," I lied through clenched teeth as Ramu slammed harder into me.
"You sure? You sound—"
"I’m FINE, Murugan! Don’t call unless it’s important!" I snapped, hanging up sharply.
“Fucking idiot,” I growled, turning back to Ramu. "Always interrupting, always useless."
“He never made you cum, did he?” Ramu sneered.
“Not once,” I spat, grinding up against him. “You fuck me until I forget my name.”
“Then take it,” he snarled, pounding me mercilessly.
My legs locked tighter, nails clawing his back, moaning filth into his ear. "This pussy is yours—use it, fill it. fuck me like a bitch. I want your cum dripping out when he gets home."
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” he growled. “You want it? My whole load in this soaked cunt?”
“YES! Cum in me, ruin me, make it yours!”
He roared, burying himself deep, exploding inside me—hot spurts flooding, my pussy milking every drop. My orgasm hit simultaneously, screaming, shaking, grinding as we both climaxed.
Collapsing together, we lay tangled, breathing heavily. He didn’t pull out. Minutes passed, skin damp, satisfied. When he eased out, his cum dribbled down my thigh, sticky, marking exactly who I belonged to.
I lazily smeared it across my thigh. "He’ll never know," I whispered with a twisted grin.
Ramu watched, darkly satisfied. "That’s how I want to see you every time—leaking with me."
I nodded, trembling. "You will."

I was now lying on his chest, our skin slick with sweat, his heartbeat echoing in my ear as he caressed my ass gently but firmly. His fingers traced lazy circles over my flesh, dipping lower now and then to feel his cum still leaking from me. We said nothing for several minutes—there was no need. The silence was full of heat and afterglow.
Then I lifted myself up slowly, brushing his chest with my nipples as I hovered over him, meeting his eyes. He looked at me with a soft, almost reverent gaze. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
I leaned in until my lips brushed his ear and whispered, “You are really good… so gentle, so manly. You make me feel safe, desired… like a real woman. Please,” I kissed his cheek softly, “consider this our first night… no, our first noon. Fuck me daily, Ramu. Make me yours completely.”
His arms tightened around me instantly, possessive. “You don’t even have to ask, Sakshi. You’re my wife now. I’ll fuck you anytime, any way, anywhere. I’ll make you cry from pleasure, beg for more, forget everything but me.”
I giggled softly, then my expression twisted with a mix of frustration and amusement. “God, that idiot Murugan… always calling at the wrong time. Right when I was about to cum. Useless fucker. His voice was the last thing I wanted to hear with your cock buried inside me.”
Ramu smirked. “You lied like a goddess, though. Chasing the kid, huh?”
I laughed. “I could barely speak, Ramu. I was choking on moans. But even with that phone ringing, even with that bastard’s name flashing… I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want you to stop.”
She leaned in close to his face, voice husky, lips grazing his mouth. “He’s never made me cum. Never once. Not even close. I had to fake every moan, every twitch, every damn breath. But with you? I couldn’t stop cumming. I wanted to scream your name while he was on the line.”
He grinned, cock stirring between them. “Next time, answer the call on speaker.”
I grinned and slid down his body, kissing across his chest, his stomach, until I reached his softening cock—still slick with our mixed juices. I wrapped my hand around it, cradling it like something sacred, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip. "Thank you for giving me so much pleasure," I said, looking up at him through lowered lashes.
He groaned, threading his fingers through my hair. “There’s still more to come. I haven’t even started showing you what I can do.”
I licked him slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the head, tasting our aftermath. “Then you better keep your promise, Ramu. I want to be ruined every day.”
He chuckled darkly and pulled me back up into his arms. "You will be. I'll make sure of it."
We stayed in bed, tangled and exposed, breathing each other in. At one point, his stomach let out a low growl. I smiled and cupped his cheek.
"Hungry, kanna? Want something warm?"
He smirked. "Only if it's coming from you."
Without a word, I guided his head to my breast, the heavier one still firm from nursing. I brushed his lips with my nipple, teasing him, and murmured, "Drink, Ramu… take what's yours."
He latched on eagerly, the warmth of his mouth sending a fresh thrill down my spine. I stroked his bald head, rocking gently as he sucked, the rhythm slow and greedy. Milk spilled into his mouth, and he groaned as he drank from me like a starving man.
“Sweet,” he whispered between pulls. “Better than anything I’ve tasted.”
“Good,” I whispered. “This is your home now. My body’s yours, even my milk.”
He sucked harder, one hand kneading my other breast, making me moan softly again, the pleasure of it tingling all over. “You feed me, fuck me, love me… what more could a man want?”
Then he pulled away slightly and chuckled. “What if your son wakes up hungry?”
I grinned. “Don’t worry. I pumped earlier. His bottle’s ready in the fridge. Besides…” I kissed him again. “He’s still too young to suspect where all the warmth is going.”
“Smart woman,” he murmured, pulling me close again.
Eventually, I slipped from the sheets, legs weak, thighs sticky with his cum. I walked to the toilet, feeling his gaze on me the whole way. Inside, I cleaned myself slowly, letting his seed drip out, smirking at the mess he'd made of me.
He joined me, washing himself beside me, brushing against me deliberately, teasing little touches here and there.
After we dried off, I let him help dress me, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist as he tucked in my saree pleats, adjusting the blouse with lingering, possessive hands.
Before I left, I turned to him, cupped his face, and whispered, "You’ve spoiled me now. I won’t be able to go back to sleeping beside that man without thinking of you inside me. I’ll be lying there dripping with your cum, wishing it was your hands holding me instead of his pathetic, sweaty limbs.”
His eyes darkened. “Then don’t go back. Or if you must, bring your body here every day. Let me have what’s mine.”
I smiled, kissed him one last time, and walked back to my house, every step sticky and sore and aching to be his again.
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Meena: (laughing softly) So? Are you alive? Or did Ramu completely break you?
Sakshi: (groaning, half-laughing) Alive... barely. Meena, I don’t even know where to begin. I feel like my body’s been rewired, like something sacred and sinful passed through me. My thighs still tremble when I walk. My voice is hoarse. I’ve never been used like that… or loved like that.
Meena: Oh my god. You really did it. You gave in to the hunger. Tell me everything, woman. Was it… worth all the teasing, all the tests, all the wait?
Sakshi: Worth it? I didn’t know sex could be like that, Meena. It wasn’t just physical. He didn’t just fuck me—he took me, like I belonged to him. He knew my body better than I did. I came over and over again. My body just… surrendered. My mind disappeared. I cried, I laughed—I think I even begged. He made me beg.
Meena: (grinning in her voice) I told you. Older men don’t waste energy. They’re deliberate. Focused. They study you. And Ramu… he’s been starving for you. I could see it in his eyes when you spoke about him.
Sakshi: (sighs, dreamy) He drank from me, Meena. Literally. He fed from my breasts like a man reclaiming his place. And the way he looked at me afterwards… I melted. We didn’t even talk for minutes after. We just lay there, skin to skin, his cock still inside me, both of us shaking from the intensity.
Meena: You do know that sounds like more than sex, right? You didn’t just sleep with him. You offered yourself. And he accepted.
Sakshi: (whispers) I called it our first noon together. Not night—because it was so brazen, so shameless. He said I’m his wife now. He tied his soul to mine with sweat and cum. I told him he can have me daily. I want him daily. And Meena… even now… I feel him inside me. Like he marked me.
Meena: (quietly) And Murugan?
Sakshi: I hate him. I hate how small he feels now. Yesterday, he called right in the middle of it. I had Ramu’s cock buried in me and I still answered. Lied through my moans. Ramu fucked me while I spoke to him. That moment? That’s when I knew I’d crossed a line. And I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to scream Ramu’s name into the phone.
Meena: That’s... intense.
Sakshi: It was more than sex, Meena. It was rebirth. He made me feel like a woman for the first time. Every stroke said, “You are mine.” Every kiss whispered, “You are safe.” I felt beautiful, powerful, worshipped. I didn’t have to ask for anything—he gave me everything before I knew I needed it.
Meena: So now what? Living two lives?
Sakshi: On the surface, yes. But I’ve already chosen. Ramu has me. My heart, my body, my time. I’ll use every excuse, every minute I can steal. I want to see how far I can let go. I want to be owned by him, completely. I want to be ruined again and again until there’s no trace of the old me.
Meena: You sound different. Lighter. Like something unlocked inside you.
Sakshi: I am different. And yes—something has. I’m sore, dripping, raw. But I’ve never felt more whole. Even now, as I talk to you, my thighs are wet again just thinking about him. His scent, his voice, the way he growled when he came in me… it echoes.
Meena: Damn. You’re glowing through the phone, girl. Radiating filth and joy.
Sakshi: (laughs) It’s not glow. It’s afterglow. Deep ache. And a river of his cum that refuses to stop. I’m his mess, Meena. Proudly.
Meena: (laughs) Filthy. Beautiful. I love it. Just promise me… don’t lose yourself completely. Be smart. Protect your heart.
Sakshi: I’ll try. But Meena… with Ramu? I don’t want to be safe. I want to fall. I want him raw, wild, real. Even if it hurts later.
Meena: Then live it, Sakshi. Love like no one’s watching. Lust like it’s your last breath.
Sakshi: I am. Finally. And I don’t plan to stop.
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Ramu: (lighting a beedi and reclining back) Ismail Bhai! You old dog! Finally picked up, eh? Or were you still busy with your young-bride?
Ismail Bhai: (laughing) Oye, Ramu! Still running your dirty mouth, I see. I was busy. She keeps me smiling, you know. Girl’s just twenty-two, fresh fire in her—but don’t let the age fool you. I’m stronger now than even my own grandson. She says that herself. Says she feels safer under my arms than she ever did with him.
Ramu: (smirking) That’s because she knows the difference between a boy and a man.
Ismail Bhai: Exactly. And no, we haven’t done it yet. Not because I can’t, but because she asked me to wait. She said she wanted her first time after marriage, proper, with full commitment and meaning. And I respected that. That’s what she always wanted, even from my grandson. But the fool? He didn’t like it. Said she was too slow, too shy, and drifted. That hurt her more than anything. One of the reasons they broke up.
Ramu: (nodding slowly) And now he’s watching you give her the respect he denied.
Ismail Bhai: Damn right. She told me, “I just wanted someone to see me as more than a body.” And I said, “Then wait for me at the altar.” Since then, she hasn’t looked back. She trusts me with everything now. Even said she’s glad it ended with the boy. She calls me her man, her last chapter.
Ramu: Hah, bhai… that reminds me. You were asking about my storm last time. Let me tell you now—it finally happened.
Ismail Bhai: (leaning in) You mean… your Sakshi?
Ramu: Yes. She came to me, offered herself with no hesitation. Her husband was home the whole weekend, so she waited—waited like a tigress in a cage. And when he left, she bathed, shaved herself clean, wore a blue saree that clung to her curves. Came to my room and simply said, “Come have breakfast.” But I knew. The look in her eyes wasn’t for idlis.
Ismail Bhai: (grinning) Go on…
Ramu: We didn’t waste time. As soon as I stepped in, I could smell her arousal. She’d prepared herself, bhai. Not just her body—her soul. We talked like lovers, whispered filth and promises. She let me undress her, kiss every stretch mark, every softness. And then… when I entered her for the first time—it wasn’t fucking. It was possession. She wrapped her legs around me like chains, dug her nails into my back, and begged me to keep going.
Ismail Bhai: So it was that wild?
Ramu: Beyond. She moaned like the walls needed to hear it. She came again and again. And when her husband called mid-act, she answered—while I was inside her. Lied through moans, whispered sweet words to him while I made her body scream. After she hung up, she cursed him. Said he never made her cum, never even tried. Then she told me this body was mine now.
Ismail Bhai: (laughing with disbelief) That’s insane, Ramu. She said that?
Ramu: Word for word. Afterward, we lay together. She looked at me with eyes I haven’t seen in years—trusting, adoring, proud. Then, when I said I was hungry, she smiled… and offered me her breast. Not just for show. She pressed my head to her chest and said, “Drink.”
Ismail Bhai: And you did?
Ramu: Of course. The milk was warm, sweet, and real. She rocked me while I drank. It wasn’t just feeding—it was a ritual. A bonding. She whispered that no man had deserved that part of her before. Not even her husband. I sleep tangled in her limbs. I plan every next hour around when I can claim her again.
Ismail Bhai: And her kid?
Ramu: Taken care of. She pumps. Keeps bottles ready. When he cries, she feeds him, then comes back to feed me. Her breasts don’t know rest anymore.
Ismail Bhai: Hmm. No, Ramu. Don’t share that. Not even with her own kid. You’re the one she offered that gift to now. If she’s really yours, test her. Ask her to stop pumping. Stop feeding the boy. Switch to packaged milk. See if she’ll give that part of her completely to you.
Ramu: (surprised, intrigued) You think she’ll agree?
Ismail Bhai: If she’s truly surrendered, she will. It’s not about cruelty—it’s about commitment. That milk flows for you now. Make sure it stays that way.
Ramu: (thoughtful) You might be right. That kind of devotion… that’s rare.
Ismail Bhai: (laughing) You’ve turned her into your private temple. Now make sure you’re the only one allowed inside.
Ramu: Damn right. And I worship every inch. She’s not just my whore, bhai. She’s the only woman who’s ever made me feel alive.
Ismail Bhai: Careful, Ramu. Passion like that? It consumes.
Ramu: Let it. If I’m to burn, I’ll burn inside her.
Ismail Bhai: (smiling through the phone) Then enjoy the fire, old friend. But keep your steps measured.
Ramu: I always do. Until she begs me not to.
Ismail Bhai: Ramu… you lucky bastard. You’ve got more than a woman. You’ve got a devotee. And one more time—bring her. Let the ladies meet. My bride’s curious. Maybe they’ll understand each other more than we know. We’ll host you both properly.
Ramu: I wouldn’t miss it. And I’ll make sure she’s ready.
Ismail Bhai: Then it’s settled. You’ll keep me updated, yes?
Ramu: It is, bhai. And you’ll keep hearing all of it—from first moans to final vows.
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[Basic]

It's time to introduce ismail's wife to Sakshi. New friends circle are going to began. This is how lofe works. Meeting with new people with new ideas. Sakshi and Ramu should get devoted with eacherother and then after mareiage. Ramu needs to start a family with Sakshi.

[Rockket Raja]

Excellent

[Sanjjay Rangasamy]

Very nice, but why the gifs are not loading

[Ragasiyananban]

She is hating her husband to the core now. It look like she will poison her son and husband to start a new life with this old man. Interesting.

[Vishal Ramana]

Superb writing