Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[tharkibudda]

[exbiixossip2]

very nice but very slow like this poison.

next update come fast and long with hot pics

[opendoor]

Drishti

[tweeny_fory]

Wow! What an absolutely incredible pivot. The narrative took an unexpected turn – and I loved every second of it!

Initially, I, like many others I'm sure, anticipated a straightforward apology from Lakhaan to Drishti. But as their exchange unfolded, it became strikingly clear that his objective was far more calculated.

He was gauging her stance, understanding the full scope of the situation. It was a masterclass in manipulation, and it made Lakhaan an even more intriguing character.

And then, that final sentence... Oh my god, that was truly the turning point. It wasn't just a revelation; it was a seismic shift in the entire dynamic, a complete game-changer that landed like a bombshell. Wondering what siniste plans he's is going to do next.

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro..

[anushka]

Next update……

[tharkibudda]

Wow! What an absolutely incredible pivot. The narrative took an unexpected turn – and I loved every second of it!

Initially, I, like many others I'm sure, anticipated a straightforward apology from Lakhaan to Drishti. But as their exchange unfolded, it became strikingly clear that his objective was far more calculated.

He was gauging her stance, understanding the full scope of the situation. It was a masterclass in manipulation, and it made Lakhaan an even more intriguing character.

And then, that final sentence... Oh my god, that was truly the turning point. It wasn't just a revelation; it was a seismic shift in the entire dynamic, a complete game-changer that landed like a bombshell.  Wondering what siniste  plans he's is going to do next.

Thanks , his idea was to give out a fake apology and then try to make sure she doesn't complain to anyone but then his mind took over the control from him again ..

[Jayam Ramana]

Amazing update

[magneticpersonality]

[couples2k9]

Update plsss

[exbiixossip2]

next update brother with hot pics

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 13 : April 14 - The Encore

"I am more than happy to explain the concept of power."


Before she could react, his mouth was on hers, the digital image capturing the brutal force with which he claimed her. It was a kiss that was not a kiss but an act of war, a declaration of ownership that made Dhristi's very bones quake with revulsion. His teeth scbangd against her lips, and she could taste the acrid tang of his desire, a bitter poison that flooded her mouth.

My heart raced as I watched, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. I was a spectator in this digital hell, unable to protect my wife from the monster that had invaded our lives. The rage that had been simmering within me boiled over, and I found myself standing, screaming at the screen, my voice echoing through the empty house.

On the digital feed, Lakhan's hands were everywhere, touching her with a possessive hunger that made my stomach churn. The bruises from the previous night's assault were already fading, but the memory was as fresh as the digital footage playing out before me. Dhristi's body was rigid with fear, her eyes wide with terror, as Lakhan's mouth moved against hers. Her hands remained at her sides, trembling slightly, as she endured his unwelcome embrace.

But suddenly, she found her strength. The digital Dhristi's hands shot up, pushing against Lakhan's chest with a force that was surprising, given her delicate frame. Her voice, usually so soft and gentle, was a harsh, jagged weapon that sliced through the silence of our digital hell. "Get out," she screamed, the words a battle cry that seemed to resonate in the very fabric of the room. "Warna security officer se bata doongi!"

The digital Lakhan's head snapped back with the force of her slap, his eyes wide with shock. He had not expected this fiery retaliation from the trembling doe he had so easily captured the night before. But here she was, standing firm, her eyes blazing with a newfound anger.

For a moment, I allowed myself to believe that she had won, that the digital monster before me would finally leave her in peace. But then, the unthinkable happened. Lakhan's expression morphed from shock to something much darker, something that made Dhristi's blood run cold. His smile grew wider, revealing teeth that looked more like a wolf's than a man's. "Ah," he purred, "mujhe jungli billi bahut pasand hai."

With a swiftness that belied his size, Lakhan pinned Dhristi's wrists above her head, the digital recording capturing every second of the struggle. "zyada gamandi mat kar" he whispered, his breath hot against her face. "But you're just a naive little village girl playing a game you don't understand." His hands traveled down her body, leaving a trail of revulsion in their wake.

Dhristi's eyes searched the room for an escape, for anything that could save her from this nightmare. But she was trapped in their living room, the very place where she had once felt safe, where she had once laughed and loved. Now it was a battleground, and Lakhan was the enemy who had claimed it as his own.

With a swift, cruel motion, Lakhan's hands found the pallu of her saree. The digital scene was so real that I could almost hear the fabric rustling as he tightened his grip, the sound a harbinger of the horror to come. He pulled, and she felt the material give way, sliding off her shoulders and down her body, revealing her blouse and petticoat. The digital Dhristi struggled, her limbs thrashing wildly as she tried to maintain some semblance of dignity. But Lakhan was too strong, too determined.

"Lakhan ji, please stop," she pleaded, her voice a ragged sob that pierced my digital heart. Her eyes were filled with a desperate appeal that made me want to weep. But there was no mercy in Lakhan's gaze, only a cold, calculating hunger that seemed to feed on her fear.

He pulled her closer, his mouth descending upon hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. Dhristi felt the world tilt on its axis, her body revolting against the intrusion of his mouth, his tongue pushing against her teeth. But she knew she had to fight back. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she clamped her teeth down on his bottom lip, biting down hard.

Lakhan reared back with a roar of pain, his grip loosening for a brief, glorious moment. And in that instant, Dhristi took her chance. She twisted and writhed, her legs kicking out wildly, trying to free herself from his iron embrace. For a moment, she thought she might succeed. But he was too fast, too strong.

Her bare feet slapped against the cold tiles as she sprinted towards the bedroom, the digital Lakhan's enraged curses echoing in her ears. Her heart was a wild beast in her chest, hammering a desperate rhythm of hope and terror. The bedroom door was just a few steps away, the promise of safety a tantalizing mirage that grew more real with every frantic stride.

But Lakhan recovered soon, his brutal strength a stark contrast to her desperate flight. He lunged forward, his hand shooting out like a viper's strike, and caught her by her long, dark hair. The digital Dhristi's cry of pain was a symphony of despair that filled my soul with a rage so pure it burned away all other emotions.

With a cruel yank, Lakhan brought her to a halt, her body arching backward in a pose of utter surrender. The digital scene was so vivid, so visceral, that I could almost feel the pain radiating from her scalp as he wrenched her back towards him.

"You think you can escape by fighting?" Lakhan sneered, his eyes alight with a sadistic hunger that made my stomach churn. "It only makes me more horny."

And with those words, the digital monster lunged at her, his hands tearing at her blouse with a ferocity that sent buttons flying. The fabric tore like tissue paper under his brutal strength, revealing her naked flesh to his ravenous gaze. The digital feed captured the horror in Dhristi's eyes as the last shreds of her modesty were ripped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable before the beast that had invaded our home.

Lakhan's sneer grew wider as he took in the sight of her heaving breasts, the peaks of her nipples pebbled with fear. His eyes were dark with lust, his breath coming in ragged pants that matched the erratic beat of her heart.

Dhristi felt the fabric of her blouse give way under his brutal tug, the sound echoing through the digital void like the tearing of a thousand hearts. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and the realization that he would literally rip apart her clothing to satisfy his depraved desires made her stomach churn.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a raw, desperate plea. "Mujhe chod do"

But Lakhan's eyes had gone cold, the digital sneer on his face a grim promise of what was to come. He had seen the fight leave her eyes, the spark of rebellion snuffed out by the stark reality of her powerlessness. He knew he had won, that she was his to do with as he pleased. And with that knowledge, the monster grew more vicious.

The digital scene shifted as Lakhan yanked Dhristi to the bed, her body a ragdoll in his brutish grip. He threw her onto the mattress with the carelessness of a child tossing aside a broken toy, leaving her sprawled and exposed in a prone position that made my digital heart ache with a pain so profound it was almost tangible.

With a snarl of victory, Lakhan reached for the hem of her petticoat, his meaty hands clenching the fabric with a hunger that seemed to distort the very pixels on the screen. His eyes were glued to her ass, the round globes of her buttocks a feast for his depraved gaze. He tugged at the material, his excitement palpable in the digital space as it slowly began to ascend, inch by inch, revealing the soft, creamy skin of her thighs. Dhristi squirmed and bucked, trying to escape the inevitable, her eyes squeezed shut in a silent plea for mercy that went unheard by the digital beast that had claimed her.

And then, with a triumphant roar, Lakhan unzipped his pant and took his cock out. It was a sight that made me feel a pang of inadequacy, His cock was a monstrosity, thick and veined, standing erect with the confidence of a conqueror.

With no warning, he plunged himself inside Dhristi's tight pussy. The scream that filled the room was a chilling echo of the one she had surely released in reality. Her eyes widened, the pupils dilating with shock and agony. The scene was so lifelike that I could almost hear her scream of pain as he invaded her.

"aahhh" cried Dhristi "bahut bada hai,,,please nahi"

The Lakhan's grin was triumphant as he pushed past her resistance, her juices not yet flowing to ease his entry. Dhristi's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as she tried to muffle the scream that ripped from her throat. Her body arched off the bed, a silent plea for this to end, for the pain to stop.

But Lakhan was not satisfied with just taking her. He wanted to break her. He pulled out almost completely, the digital feed showing the cruel glint in his eye as he watched her squirm. Then, with a brutal thrust, he buried himself back inside her, making her cry out again.

The digital scene played out before me like a macabre dance, a twisted ballet of pain and pleasure that made me feel like I was watching a car wreck in slow motion—horrified, yet unable to look away. Lakhan's hips pumped in a steady, punishing rhythm that sent waves of agony through Dhristi's body. Her nails raked against the bed, leaving deep furrows in the wood as she tried to find purchase, anything to push him away.

"This is what you get for being naughty," Lakhan sneered, his breath hot against her ear. "No foreplay, no gentle caresses. Just raw, hard fucking." His words were a knife to her soul, a twisted reminder of the pleasure we had once shared. But this was not love, not even lust. It was dominance, pure and simple, a violent assertion of his power over her.

The digital feed was a whirlwind of movement, the images flickering and jumping as Lakhan's weight slammed into her over and over. Dhristi's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth clenched so tightly I could see the tension in her jaw. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pain through her body, a reminder of his brutal entry.

But as the moments stretched into an eternity of suffering, something within her began to shift. The digital Dhristi's screams grew less frantic, the pitch of her voice lowering until they were no longer cries of pain but something else entirely. Something darker, more primal.

I watched in horror and fascination as the digital Lakhan's grunts of exertion grew louder, his strokes more frenzied. And from somewhere deep within her, Dhristi began to moan. At first, they were low, almost imperceptible sounds that seemed torn from her very soul. But with every thrust, her moans grew louder, longer, until they were a symphony of pleasure that seemed to fill the room.

It was as if she had been split into two separate entities—the terrified, traumatized victim and the woman whose body was now responding to Lakhan's brutal assault with an unwilling, visceral need. Her eyes remained squeezed shut, her face a mask of agony, but the sounds that emanated from her lips were unmistakable.

I stared at the screen, unable to believe what I was witnessing. How could she? How could she find any semblance of pleasure in this? But as the digital Lakhan's thrusts grew more erratic, it was clear that Dhristi's moans were not just for show. Her body was betraying her, reacting to his brutish touch despite her mind's screams of protest.

The digital feed showed Lakhan's eyes widen in surprise and then narrow with a newfound intensity. He had broken her, claimed her in the most primal way possible. His grunts grew louder, his hips moving faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin a rhythmic counterpoint to their grunts and moans.

Dhristi's body began to quiver, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps that matched the erratic pounding of Lakhan's cock. I watched, horrified yet fascinated, as she arched her back, her breasts jiggling with every violent thrust. Her thighs tightened around his waist, and I could almost feel the muscles in my own legs tense as she tried to pull him deeper inside her, as if her body had turned traitor and now craved the very touch that had brought it such pain.

Lakhan's eyes were glued to her face, a feral hunger in their depths that seemed to grow with every moan she emitted. His digital form was a blur of motion as he drove into her with a ferocity that seemed almost superhuman, his cock a weapon that he wielded with brutal precision. The digital scene was so vivid, so intense, that I could almost feel the wetness of her pussy, the slap of skin against skin, the heat of their bodies melding together in a dance of despair.

And then it happened. Dhristi's digital form went rigid, her back arching so sharply it seemed as if it might snap. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, the cords in her neck standing out like a map of agony. Her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that the veins stood out, and she let out a sound that was part wail, part whimper.

But Lakhan, the digital monster, did not slow his brutal pace. He continued to fuck her with a relentless ferocity, his eyes never leaving her face, watching her every reaction with a hunger that was almost terrifying. It was as if he was feeding off her pain, her fear, her desperation. And as the orgasm ripped through her, she realized that she was giving him exactly what he wanted.

Her body, trapped in this digital purgatory, was no longer her own. It was his to command, his to use, his to pleasure. And in that moment of realization, something within her snapped. The digital Dhristi went still, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of anger and defeat. Lakhan's grunts grew louder, his hips slapping against her ass with a sickening finality. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of their digital hell, he came.

The digital screen was a blur of white-hot light, the image of Lakhan's release so intense it was almost blinding. I watched, my heart in my throat, as Dhristi's body convulsed around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in the throes of a forced climax that left her trembling. The Lakhan pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices, and for a brief, terrible second, I saw the contempt in his gaze.

Then, just like the day before, he wiped it off from the bedsheet with a casual disdain that spoke volumes about his lack of regard for her. The digital image was stark in its clarity, the stark contrast of his cruelty against the softness of her skin. He zipped his pants back up, his movements efficient and devoid of any emotion. It was as if he was simply putting away a toy he had played with and grown bored of.

With a final, dismissive look at the digital Dhristi, who lay there shivering and sobbing, Lakhan turned on his heel and strode out of the bedroom. The living room door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the digital space like the final nail in a coffin.

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[Projectmp]

Nice update

[Navipal007]

Loved it!!

[magneticpersonality]

[khemucha]

wowwwww

[Jayam Ramana]

Awesome update and great fuck.

[khemucha]

can we drop the "digital" repetitions ... digital this ... digital that ... we know he's watching a digital recording ... hate to find fault but its jarring ...

hope the action soon turns to reluctance and consensual soon ... don't enjoy assault ... that was the problem with your other story too ... at least this story setup and character building is so much better and believable here ... will wait for the next session to see if their dynamics start changing to decide whether I continue to follow this thread or not ... no pressure to change what you intend to do in this story ... carry on by all means ... and you write well so not fining fault on this matter ... just a prisoner to my preferences ...

nice work with the ai pics ... but please give priority to the story over the pics ...