Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[Projectmp]

This story has the potential to be one of the best in xossipy and you have just started. Its going great. Ending it too soon would be wrong.

Echoing the same as said by Navipal ji

[tharkibudda]

This story has the potential to be one of the best in xossipy and you have just started. Its going great. Ending it too soon would be wrong.

Thanks , but you remember the nukkad guys story in old xossip.. was a huge hit but got bored because she couldn't finish and kept adding new characters..

For now I've 2 or 3 characters in scope .. will try my best to organically add scenarios or it will become same "new character, fucks wife, she don't resist"

[khemucha]

waiting for the most anticipated update on xossipy ... excellent setup ...

[Goddy]

free foto site

How's sheeee????

[iknowm]

plz update hot stories....

[tharkibudda]

free foto site

How's sheeee????

She is too modern for Dhristi.. maybe she can be a good selection for the owners wife..

Dhristi has the most innocent looking face in the world and village upbringing 

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro....

[Chandan]

nice  clp); clp);

[Tanvirapu]

where its going to end

[Nobita]

Very nice story ...waiting for what happens next

[tharkibudda]

Have some work this week.. hopefully will try to give an update by end

[tharkibudda]

where its going to end

The story didn't even start in terms of plot

[Navipal007]

The story didn't even start in terms of plot

Way to go buddy. Thats what I'd like to hear. More power to you but just give us the update man.

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 7 - April 13th

As the video loaded, the anticipation was palpable—like waiting for a roller coaster to climb that first hill before the inevitable drop into a world of chaos and excitement. The digital clock ticked away the seconds, each one a countdown to the revelation that lay within. And when the images began to play, my heart sank.

The screens flickered to life, revealing the all-too-familiar scene of our bedroom at 5:30 AM. Dhristi stirred in the bed, the soft light from the early morning sun filtering through the curtains.The digital Dhristi sat up, her eyes blinking sleepily as she stretched her arms above her head.

Her routine was the same as every other day: she swung her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet touching the cool tile floor, and padded softly to the kitchen. The camera in the faux light bulb followed her, capturing her every move. She washed her face, her sari hanging loosely around her, and began to prepare breakfast.

It was a sight I had seen a hundred times before, yet now it felt strange, as if I were a ghost haunting my own life. As I watched, the digital clock in the corner ticked past 7 AM, the time I usually woke up to join her in the morning rituals.

On screen, my digital self emerged from the bathroom, freshly shaved and dressed in a  shirt and trousers. . Dhristi served me tea and breakfast and we shared a quiet moment before I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. The digital footage was eerily mundane, yet it was tainted by the knowledge that our privacy had been violated.

After my digital self left for work, the camera remained focused on Dhristi, who was now dressed in a simple salwar kameez. She moved around the house, completing her morning choresThe sun had fully risen by the time she made her way to the garden.

As I watched the video, Dhristi's movements grew slower, more deliberate. She paused at the doorway, her hand clutching her stomach. A flash of pain crossed her face, and she took a deep, steadying breath. My heart ached for her, knowing she was dealing with the discomfort of her period.

Her footsteps faltered, and she retreated back to our bedroom, her eyes downcast. She climbed onto the bed as she pulled the sheet around herself.. Her hand pressed against her stomach, and she curled into a ball. The camera then went to off mode because of no activity.

I fast-forwarded through the morning footage, my curiosity piqued by the sheer size of the file. When the clock hit 1 PM, the scene abruptly changed. Dhristi stirred from her slumber, her eyes blinking open with a start. The camera, ever vigilant, switched on as if it had been waiting for her movement, the red light flickering to life like an unblinking eye in the darkness.

She sat up slowly, With a sigh, she began to remove her clothes, one by one. The camera's unblinking gaze followed her as she stood naked before it,.  She crossed to the laundry basket, her panties stained with the crimson tide of her cycle.

With meticulous care, she folded the soiled garment, placing it in the basket with a gentle respect that spoke volumes about her character. The sight of her bare body was like a sculpture of purity and grace, even in her vulnerability. She was getting ready to take a bath as she used to during her periods.

But the tranquility of the moment was shattered by an unexpected knock at the door. Dhristi's eyes widened with surprise, her hand hovering over the basket for a brief second before she pulled the sheet around herself. The knock grew more insistent, echoing through the empty house like a drumbeat that grew louder with every heart thump.

Her eyes darted to the clock—it was 1 PM, a time when no one ever visited, especially not with such urgency. With trembling hands, she reached for a nearby nightie and slipped it on hastily, not bothering with a bra or panties. The fabric clung to her damp skin as she rushed to the door, her heart hammering against her ribs.

As Dhristi pulled open the door, the camera in the living room captured the intrusion of a familiar face: Lakhan Chand, my boss at Chand Tiles, his expression a curious mix of concern and... something else.

"Namaste,you must be Manav's wife ," he said, his eyes lingering a beat too long on her flustered state. "I'm Lakhan Chand, his employer."

Dhristi 's eyes widened in recognition, but she remained frozen in place, the door a flimsy barrier between her and the unexpected visitor. "Oh, Mr. Chand," she stammered, her hand tightening around the sheet. "Please come in?"

Lakhan Chand stepped into the house, his eyes scanning the living room with a hunger that made me uneasy. He was dressed in his usual crisp white shirt and khaki pants, a stark contrast to Dhristi 's disheveled appearance.

"I'm sorry to bother you," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "But Manav seems to have taken some important files home by mistake, and we're in a bit of a bind at the office."

Dhristi 's brow furrowed. "Files? What files?"

"It's about the tax audit," Lakhan Chand said, his eyes never leaving hers. "Manav must have brought them home by mistake. I need to retrieve them."

Now I understood why the date April 13th was so similar to me. I had filed the previous year's taxes by March 25th. But some corrupt officer had flagged it for an audit to squeeze more money and wanted additional documents. I had taken some of them home the previous week .

When I informed Lakhan, he got pissed and scolded me for taking such important files home and then told he will personally retrieve it while I work on the filing and asked for my address. I didn't know what happened next as I was busy preparing the filing.

Now, as I watched the screen, my heart thudded in anticipation. Dhristi  searched through the bookshelves, her breasts jiggling slightly with each movement, her lack of underwear making her more vulnerable than she knew. Lakhan sat on the couch, his gaze never straying from her as she moved around the room.

When she finally found the files, she walked over to him. As she bent down to hand them to him, the nightie fell away slightly, giving him a clear view of her ample cleavage. My heart skipped a beat as I watched the digital Drishti, knowing what he could see. Lakhan took the files, his eyes never leaving her chest. The way he took his time to look her over, the leisurely way he accepted the files, was unmistakable.

But Dhristi  had had enough. She straightened up, pulling the nightie back in place with a firm tug, and walked away. She left Lakhan sitting there, the files in his hand, his eyes lingering on the spot where she had been. The tension in the room was thick, a palpable presence that the digital recording had somehow captured and preserved.

Realising that he had made her uncomfortable, Lakhan said " Don't bother me ,ma'am. You can leave to your bedroom while I will verify these files and then leave"

As the video played on, I watched Drishti retreat to the safety of our bedroom, her back rigid with dignity. She closed the door firmly behind her and listened closely to hear if Lakhan was still there.

The digital clock ticked away the seconds, each one a silent scream in my ears. I knew what was coming next, and yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen.

A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, and I heard the unmistakable sound of the main door slamming shut. The video feed flickered for a moment, the camera in the hallway capturing the brief chaos before it steadied again. Lakhan was still engrossed in the files, completely oblivious to the fact that the door had just locked them both in.

Dhristi , on the other hand, had mistaken the sound for Lakhan's departure. She let out a sigh of relief so heavy that even the digital audio picked it up. She pulled the nightie over her head, revealing her naked form to the c lens of the camera. Her skin was flushed from the rush of adrenaline, her nipples hard and erect because of her encounter with Lakhan.

With shaky hands, she wrapped a towel around herself and made her way to the bathroom.

The digital clock on the computer read 1:22 PM. Lakhan Chand was still in the house, his presence a silent, unnerving backdrop to Dhristi 's solitude. The bedroom door creaked slightly as the wind pushed it open, the camera in the bedroom suddenly springing to life as it detected movement.

Dhristi  appeared, wrapped in a simple white towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders like a second skin. She had taken a quick shower to wash away the tension and the stickiness of her period. The towel barely contained her full breasts, the fabric clinging to her wet body like a second skin, revealing the tantalizing curves of her figure.

As she moved about the room, the camera in the bedroom followed her unabashedly, capturing the intimate moments of a woman who thought she was alone. She removed the towel, letting it drop to the floor in a whisper of fabric, and stood before the bed.Her skin was a canvas of water droplets, each one glistening in the soft glow of the room. Dhristi  picked up the towel and began to dry her body.

On the screen, Lakhan remained in the living room, he had stopped checking the files and his eyes glued to the TV that was eerily blank. I could see his reflection on the TV screen, his gaze intense and unyielding. My heart raced as the realization dawned on me—he wasn’t watching the TV. He was watching her as the reflection of the bedroom was projected on it.

Suddenly, the digital Lakhan snapped up. He set the files aside and stood up, his movements deliberate and predatory. He stepped out of the living room, the camera in the hallway tracking him as he made his way towards the bedroom, his footsteps silent on the carpet.

As he approached the bedroom door, it swung open with a soft creak, revealing Drishti  in all her naked glory. She had just stepped out of the shower and was drying herself off with the towel, her eyes closed in relaxation.

I watched in horror as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks—this was recorded footage, a moment frozen in past that I couldn't change. I was powerless to stop what was about to unfold on the screen, a helpless witness to the invasion of my wife's private space.

Dhristi 's eyes snapped open, and she saw Lakhan standing there, his eyes feasting on her exposed body. The towel slipped from her grasp, pooling around her feet like a discarded garment, leaving her completely bare before him. Her face contorted into an expression of pure terror, and she instinctively tried to cover herself, but she was too late.

Lakhan stepped into the room, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my blood run cold. He moved slowly, deliberately, his gaze never leaving hers, his hands clenched at his sides.

[Urupudathavan]

Now we know why this bastard gave him the job. interesting.

[khemucha]

looks like she was being fucked by Lakhan Chand who kept the husband busy ... the prospect of getting another update look bleak ... too many good stoylines abandoned

I was right ... at least in the first part of this comment ... and thankfully wrong for the second part ...

... now lets see how Lakhan Chand gets her to spread her legs willingly for him ... her behavior in the weeks preceding her departure makes clear that though she may have suffered pangs of guilt and confusion ... the fornication between her and Lakhan Chand was consensual ... something that she enjoyed immensely and he fulfilled her the way her husband could not ... will it be the sheer attraction of his masculinity or his charm or blackmail or threats or a combination of it all ...

... let the lusty tale unfold ...

[tharkibudda]

I was right ... at least in the first part of this comment ... and thankfully wrong for the second part ...

... now lets see how Lakhan Chand gets her to spread her legs willingly for him ... her behavior in the weeks preceding her departure makes clear that though she may have suffered pangs of guilt and confusion ... the fornication between her and Lakhan Chand was consensual ... something that she enjoyed immensely and he fulfilled her the way her husband could not ... will it be the sheer attraction of his masculinity or his charm or blackmail or threats or a combination of it all ...

... let the lusty tale unfold ...

I know it was obvious because he is the only character who was named before other than the couple. But lot of them were just waiting for it to unfold so I didnt want to spoil the surprise and replying to you...

Yes there will a lot of fornincation soon

[Projectmp]

Eagerly waiting for next update

[hotandluking]

waiting for the next hot update.

[tweeny_fory]

wow.. fantastic narration.. beautiful work and loved the emotions of lakhan and dhristi as each and every part moves...
so what happened next.. did lakhan feasst on her