Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[ray.rowdy]

Superb update. And one more thing, your language is very lucid, very high on standard. It is a treat to go through your writing. Keep going on. Writers like you make worth reading erotica, make them enjoyable.

Eagerly waiting for the next episode.

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro..

[Ajay Kailash]

Interesting

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro...

[tharkibudda]

  Chapter 8 - April 13th- A Storm is coming

Dhristi stood frozen, her wet hair plastered to her body, her breasts heaving with fear. She had been caught in the most vulnerable of moments, her nakedness laid bare for Lakhan to see.


Lakhan's eyes roved over her like a starving man eyeing a banquet. His pupils dilated with lust, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Dhristi's shocked gasp echoed through the room as she frantically tried to cover herself with her trembling hands. "Nahi, Lakhan sahab " she whispered, her voice shaking.

Lakhan's eyes were dark with desire, his pupils dilated as he took in the sight of her naked body. He took a step closer, the sound of his shoes on the tiles a harsh contrast to the silence of the room.

Dhristi's heart raced as she clutched at the towel, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity. "Lakhan sahab, please," she begged, her voice trembling. But he was unmoved, his hand reaching out to take the towel from her.

With surprising strength, Lakhan ripped the towel away, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. She stumbled back, her legs wobbly with fear and the aftermath of her shower, trying to find a semblance of shelter in the unyielding wall.

Dhristi's eyes darted around the room, looking for something—anything—that could serve as a barrier between them. But the room was unforgivingly bare, offering no protection from Lakhan's advancing form. His breathing grew heavy, his chest rising and falling with an urgency that matched the pulsing throb between her legs.

He reached for her, his hands grasping her wrists with surprising force, and pulled her closer. She resisted, her body rigid with fear and revulsion, but his grip was unyielding. His mouth descended upon hers, his teeth grazing her bottom lip.

I watched in horror from the computer as my boss was trying to kiss my wife, but I couldn't do anything. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, every second stretching into an eternity of dread. The digital world had invaded our sanctuary, turning it into a stage for a perverse play that I never wanted to see.

On the screen, Lakhan's mouth crushed down on Dhristi's, his hands roaming her body with a possessiveness that made me sick. She was trying to resist, her eyes wide with fear and her body tense, but his strength was overpowering.

Her muffled protests were lost against his greedy kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as if he owned her. He pushed her harder against the wall, the cold tiles digging into her bare skin. The digital feed captured every moment of her struggle, every quiver of her body, every whimper that escaped her lips.

And then, suddenly, she was free. Dhristi's hand flew up with the swiftness of a snake strike, and she slapped Lakhan with all the power she could muster. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the digital recording.

Lakhan's head snapped back, the shock etched on his face as clear as day. His hand flew to his cheek, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What the hell?" he spat out, his voice thick with anger and lust.

But then his eyes flared up as if a monster inside got awakened. His pupils narrowed into slits, and a wicked smile played on his lips. Dhristi trembled as she saw the change in him, the way his eyes darkened to a deep, almost inhuman shade. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the air thick with a dangerous tension that made her skin crawl.

With a grunt, Lakhan lunged forward, his powerful arms wrapping around her waist. He lifted her off the ground as if she were a ragdoll, and before she could even attempt to fight back, he slammed her onto the bed with a force that knocked the wind out of her.

Dhristi's eyes went wide with horror as she stared up at Lakhan, his shadow looming over her. He was a man possessed, his eyes gleaming with a feral hunger that made her stomach churn. She felt the bed dip as he climbed over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his knees digging into her soft flesh.

The digital Lakhan's mouth found the tender flesh of her neck, his teeth scbanging against her skin as he kissed and bit down with a fierce passion that sent shivers of disgust down her spine. His hands held her wrists firmly above her head, pinning her in place with a strength that belied his age.

Dhristi's eyes searched the room desperately, her cries of fear swallowed by the deafening silence of the empty house. The isolation of our new home in Jaunpur had been a welcome respite from the chaos of Mumbai, but in this moment, it felt like a prison. Her shouts for help were muffled by the thick walls that surrounded them, echoing through the house like a sad, lonely wail that no one would ever hear.

Lakhan's mouth closed around one of her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he bit down gently. Dhristi's body arched in pain, her nails digging into the mattress as she tried to push him away. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her breaths were coming in short, ragged gasps as she felt his other hand roaming down her stomach, his fingertips teasing the sensitive skin just above her mound.

The digital Lakhan's hand reached lower, slipping between her legs, and she felt the warmth of his fingers as they began to probe her folds. She was wet, but not from arousal—it was the dampness of her fear, a visceral reaction to the horror unfolding before my eyes.

Dhristi 's eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated with panic. "No, Lakhan sahab," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, mein shadi shuda hun"

Lakhan's only response was a low chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. His fingers continued to explore, his thumb circling her clit with a cruel expertise that made her body betray her. Despite her protests, she felt the beginnings of arousal, the traitorous response to his touch that she had no control over.

As I watched the video, my anger and fear for Dhristi mixed with an unwelcome arousal. The sight of her writhing beneath Lakhan's hands, her moans growing louder, was like a siren's call, pulling me in deeper. Her legs began to part slightly, giving him better access to the warm, wet folds of her pussy.

I had always been respectful of Dhristi's modesty, never pushing her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. Her purity was something I cherished, something that was sacred to me. But as I watched the digital Lakhan's fingers dance over her most intimate areas, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Jealousy, anger, and a perverse fascination warred within me as her moans grew louder, her body responding to his touch despite her initial protests.

On the screen, Lakhan's hand grew more insistent, his thumb rubbing her clit in firm, slow circles that had her hips bucking against him. Dhristi's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle her cries. Her cheeks were flushed, and her chest heaved with every ragged breath.

I watched as Lakhan's fingers slipped inside her, her pussy tightening around him. She was so wet, so receptive to his touch, and the sight was maddening. I wanted to be the one making her feel that way, not this monster who had invaded our home.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she gasped as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her with increasing speed. Her hips began to move in sync with his hand, her body no longer fighting him but instead seeking out the release he offered.

It was as if she had been split into two: the Dhristi I knew, a shy and innocent girl from the village, and this woman before me, writhing and begging for more under the rough touch of a stranger. It was a side of her I had never seen, never even imagined, and it was both terrifying and intoxicating.

On the screen, Lakhan leaned down to kiss her again, his teeth grazing her neck. Her body trembled in response, and she bit back a moan, her eyes fluttering closed. He was in complete control, her body a plaything for his amusement, and the knowledge of it was a knife twisting in my gut.

Dhristi's hips began to buck wildly as Lakhan's probing grew more intense, his fingers curling inside her with a skill that spoke of years of experience. Her moans grew louder, and she writhed beneath him, her body betraying the fear that filled her mind.

Lakhan's teeth found purchase on one of her swollen nipples, tugging and nipping at the sensitive flesh as his thumb continued its relentless assault on her clit. Dhristi's nails dug into the bed, her body arching in a silent plea for relief as he brought her closer and closer to the precipice of climax.

The digital feed was a whirlwind of sensation, the camera capturing every intimate detail of Lakhan's violation. Dhristi's eyes, wide with shock and fear, stared into the unfeeling lens as if begging for rescue. Her breaths were shallow, her chest heaving as Lakhan's hand worked its dark magic on her body.

On the computer chair, I sat, paralyzed with a mix of rage and a perverse arousal that I despised. My own hand found its way to my erection, my body's traitorous response to the scene unfolding before me. I watched as Lakhan's fingers plunged into her, his other hand pinning her wrists to the bed, the sound of her muffled cries piercing the silence.

Dhristi's body was a battleground of conflicting emotions—fear, anger, and an undeniable response to the illicit pleasure he was forcing on her. Her legs had parted further, her hips rising to meet his invasive touch, and her eyes searched the room as if for an escape that was never coming.

Lakhan's eyes were hooded, his breaths heavy and ragged as he watched the display of passion before him. His hand never stopped moving, his fingers curling and stroking her inner walls with a precision that spoke of his many conquests. Dhristi's breaths grew shallower, her eyes glazed with a mix of horror and arousal as she felt herself climbing higher and higher.

Suddenly, she stiffened, her body arching off the bed in a silent scream. The digital Lakhan watched with a twisted smile as Dhristi's orgasm ripped through her, her muscles spasming around his fingers, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

It was the first time I had ever seen Dhristi experience such a powerful release. Her eyes flew open, locking onto the camera lens, and for a moment, it was as if she saw me there, watching. A look of absolute betrayal crossed her face, and my heart shattered into a million pieces.

It was as though she was telling she got her first orgasm after 8 months of marriage. Dhristi had never been one to openly express her sexual desires, even with me, her devoted husband. In the eight months that we had shared a bed, we had made love with a gentle, almost sacred reverence. Her passion was usually a quiet whisper, a shy, sweet surrender to the act of love. But here, in this digital recording, she was a whirlwind of sensation—wild, unbridled, and utterly captivating.

Lakhan's smug smile grew wider as he watched her climax, his own desire burning brighter in his eyes. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue claiming her, tasting her fear and pleasure. His hand didn't stop, his fingers still working her, drawing out the last tremors of her orgasm.

Dhristi's body was limp, her breathing ragged as she lay beneath Lakhan's heavy weight. But the digital Lakhan wasn't done. His hand moved away, and she felt a moment of relief, thinking that perhaps he had gotten what he wanted and would leave her be. But his intentions were far from pure.

"Well Dhristi,looks like you had fun" he murmured, his voice low and menacing. " But I have just started."

As she kept breathing and her boobs were going up and down. The words sent a cold shiver down her spine as she realized that this was only the beginning of his sick game.

[Givemeextra]

  Chapter 8 - April 13th- A Storm is coming

"Well Dhristi,looks like you had fun" he murmured, his voice low and menacing. " But I have just started."

As she kept breathing and her boobs were going up and down. The words sent a cold shiver down her spine as she realized that this was only the beginning of his sick game.

Nice, looks the inner storm has just started for Dhristi and many WET DAYS (    ) ahead for her body..

[ray.rowdy]

Awesome. Keep Going.

[Samadhanam]

Fantastic update
Now the wimp husband will learn how to fuck a woman and make her orgasm.

[Projectmp]

Amazing update

[fasterboy]

why many of good story turns into cuck plot ?

[tweeny_fory]

wow lovely writing and erotic updates bro.. enjoyed it to the core....
as you had already mentioned it is a cuck story, we were expecting what will happen.

the way Lakhan had planned, was it by mistake? As i read through, I feel, our hero had missed the file and this had led Lakhaan to his house, else he could have come to his house any time

But dhrishti was at pity, fear, and feeling both together...

enjoying and the final word, I have just started, keep us waiting what is about to happen

[tharkibudda]

wow lovely writing and erotic updates bro.. enjoyed it to the core....
as you had already mentioned it is a cuck story, we were expecting what will happen.

the way Lakhan had planned, was it by mistake? As i read through, I feel, our hero had missed the file and this had led Lakhaan to his house, else he could have come to his house any time

But dhrishti was at pity, fear, and feeling both together...

enjoying and the final word, I have just started, keep us waiting what is about to happen

Ir was completely random. Lakhan had no idea about his wife until now.. He also was more interested in the file which Manav missed even though he saw her in nighty with no inners..

But then fate or in this case wind interefered

[khemucha]

Was it a Friday ... after he walks out of her home, the lingering memory of what he did to her will bake over the weekend and we will get one hot muffin on Monday

[King Kesavan]

Interesting moves

[tharkibudda]

why many of good story turns into cuck plot ?

Sorry but I tried to write this but very few responses

https://xossipy.com/thread-59781.html

I can only provide what audience like

[fasterboy]

but cuck plot doesn't go very long few story progress.
further what ?
1. wife will willing participate with her rapist, after that that sex would continue with their willful mutual understanding
2. Husband will shag his dick daily after home return with video cctv footage.
3. may be wife pregnant from boss.
4. story the end

one fact is true cuck plot carries very long pages for month only fill with cuck sex detail.

[tharkibudda]

but cuck plot doesn't go very long few story progress.
further what ?
1. wife will willing participate with her rapist, after that that sex would continue with their willful mutual understanding
2. Husband will shag his dick daily after home return with video cctv footage.
3. may be wife pregnant from boss.
4. story the end

one fact is true cuck plot carries very long pages for month only fill with cuck sex detail.

I agree with everything you just said and my story isn't an exception to this generic plot .

But as someone who isn't paid or compensated in any way . It's very disheartening when my other story which even though was started by another didn't receive any updates or encouragement by anyone except a couple of them. 

I stopped writing twice and then took it up again . But ultimately had to leave it because of lack of encouragement..

So as a writer , nothing motivates you like constant encouragement.. even if the plot line is generic, of readers like it , you will end up writing.

This story idea was given to me by an author named sweetdreamssss in literotica , initially she wrote stories in female pov which involved just a independent woman having sex without any blackmail etc .

But she too started writing these cheating wives story later .

[doctor101]

Very hot update. Complete VILLAGE story too.

[Projectmp]

Lets accept the fact adultery, cuck are the most preferred story by readers across all languages. This story is really going good. It has emense potential.. considering what will happen when wife returns back?
Will the affair continue?
Any other developments that will happen?
Most importantly wife is out to her parents house and so is Lakhan. I feel something fishy here.

[sureshReddy5489]

Lets accept the fact adultery, cuck are the most preferred story by readers across all languages. This story is really going good. It has emense potential.. considering what will happen when wife returns back?
Will the affair continue?
Any other developments that will happen?
Most importantly wife is out to her parents house and so is Lakhan. I feel something fishy here.

Completely agree. Cuck is the most sort of fantasy for many people in this world. This story is going in the right direction and has a lot of potential as you said. Dhrishti being a shy girl can open up after tasting the initial assault and plan for a lot more adventures to satisfy her needs.

Please continue the story, and I am the big fan of such stories, cant wait to see the next update. Both Lakhan and Dhrishti being out of town seems fishy and exciting