Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[khemucha]

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[khemucha]

 ... and woww ...

[fuckandforget]

Lovely update. Eye opener for housewife.

[vishuvanathan]

Wonderful update.

[StoryReader1]

Pls cintinue

[Manikandarajesh]

Great going

[tharkibudda]

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 ...

Thank I will try to drop the Digital from now...

 Dhristi is going through 5 stages of grief - Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Right now, he is in denial mode so her body tries to fight back... Soon she will start the accepting that she cant do much and slowly it would change to apathy.

Lot of stories move from "he forced me" to "i will fuck him behind my husband's back" pretty soon . I think a woman wont get magically seduced by big cock into giving up her marital vows that easily. So it will go through stages but next time she wotn fight back..

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

Generating pics is easy, except you just need to keep pressing it until u get the pic u wish for. And for the story, I need to tell, it will go a bit downhill because the main conquest is done and after that, its just story going through her into the descent of being his slut...

[Projectmp]

Thank I will try to drop the Digital from now...

 Dhristi is going through 5 stages of grief - Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Right now, he is in denial mode so her body tries to fight back... Soon she will start the accepting that she cant do much and slowly it would change to apathy.

Lot of stories move from "he forced me" to "i will fuck him behind my husband's back" pretty soon . I think a woman wont get magically seduced by big cock into giving up her marital vows that easily. So it will go through stages but next time she wotn fight back..



Generating pics is easy, except you just need to keep pressing it until u get the pic u wish for. And for the story, I need to tell, it will go a bit downhill because the main conquest is done and after that, its just story going through her into the descent of being his slut...

Glad to know your thoughts and acceptance for a minor criticism. Really excited for future updates. The narration is amazing.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Very nice

[tharkibudda]

Glad to know your thoughts and acceptance for a minor criticism. Really excited for future updates. The narration is amazing.

I've no issues in constructive criticism and in fact welcome them. It shows that the reader actually read the story and liked it and wanted it to be better...
Its even better than receiving 100 upvotes.

[anushka]

Can we expect a very big update today…

[Projectmp]

Can we expect a very big update today…

Dear Anushka ji - good things take time.

[khemucha]

Thank I will try to drop the Digital from now...

 Dhristi is going through 5 stages of grief - Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Right now, he is in denial mode so her body tries to fight back... Soon she will start the accepting that she cant do much and slowly it would change to apathy.

Lot of stories move from "he forced me" to "i will fuck him behind my husband's back" pretty soon . I think a woman wont get magically seduced by big cock into giving up her marital vows that easily. So it will go through stages but next time she wotn fight back..

Generating pics is easy, except you just need to keep pressing it until u get the pic u wish for. And for the story, I need to tell, it will go a bit downhill because the main conquest is done and after that, its just story going through her into the descent of being his slut...

Looks like you have an epic planned out ... from your earlier statements I got the impression that you were in a hurry to finish, but I guess I was wrong. Great for me. This will be some journey.

But you have me confused. The last phrases of the first and third paragraphs seem inherently contradictory - "slowly it would change to apathy" and "the descent of being his slut". Can a slut be apathetic towards her illicit lover? Or is the apathy directed at the husband?

There is a limitation inherent in the mode of discovery - watching recorded videos. They only show what happened on the outside. What's happening on the inside can not be uncovered. But the real churn is in the inside. Sad. Maybe he will start remembering some subtle changes of behavior; something here something there. But that will only testify to the existence of the churn, but will uncover no details; a sneak peak at best. There are two cliched ways of uncovering the internal churn. Lets see if you adopt either of them, or skip it altogether or come up with your own creative way of sliding off the covers. Good work mate.

By the way, are you the same as the Tharkibudda lurking around on Literotica?

[anushka]

Dear Anushka ji - good things take time.

Well Noted..

[exbiixossip2]

next update bro...

[tharkibudda]

Looks like you have an epic planned out ... from your earlier statements I got the impression that you were in a hurry to finish, but I guess I was wrong. Great for me. This will be some journey.

But you have me confused. The last phrases of the first and third paragraphs seem inherently contradictory - "slowly it would change to apathy" and "the descent of being his slut". Can a slut be apathetic towards her illicit lover? Or is the apathy directed at the husband?

There is a limitation inherent in the mode of discovery - watching recorded videos. They only show what happened on the outside. What's happening on the inside can not be uncovered. But the real churn is in the inside. Sad. Maybe he will start remembering some subtle changes of behavior; something here something there. But that will only testify to the existence of the churn, but will uncover no details; a sneak peak at best. There are two cliched ways of uncovering the internal churn. Lets see if you adopt either of them, or skip it altogether or come up with your own creative way of sliding off the covers. Good work mate.

By the way, are you the same as the Tharkibudda lurking around on Literotica?

Thank you...

As I said, I want to show her descent where she initially tries to fight him off, then beg with him, then just slowly acceptance and then develops stockholm syndrome.

I did try to give hints on how she slapped her husband when she tries to ride but she cums out early and her wild mood swings at times. As u said,its all recorded so even then, the husband can only look back at her behavior and how it corresponded to her behavior in CCTV. 

Maybe I can write a sequel where he shows different videos to his wife and ask for her inputs why she behaved like that. There is this short story in literotica where a goon forces a wife in a bus and then the husband and wife talk about it blaming each other and then decide to get divorce... Maybe i can use that for the previous owners because I tried to imply that her wife was a bit modern who ended up cheating with low class men..

Thanks for ur inputs because I now have a whole new perspective to think about and a story which can either be developed by me or someone else like a spinoff...

and yes, I go by that name in literotica and pliagarized few stories here and there and a few original ones. I met with an author named sweetdreamssss whom i initially approached for editing my story. We had a conversation through mail and she gave this idea although her idea was very small and it was more like the different version of "Who watches the watchmen" and not about village girl going through emotions of getting assulted. She had written few other stories mostly as female POV which i liked because they had a new theme, a modern girl from IT having flings without any force or the low class fetish but then she too started writing the same "cheating wife" stories which was a waste of her talents.

[tweeny_fory]

lovely update bro..

[anushka]

Weekend is coming.. can we expect a big update ….

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 14 - April 14th, the Aftermath

As the feed of the living room turned black due to lack of activity, my attention was drawn back to the bedroom feed where the representation of Dhristi lay in a crumpled heap on the bed. The stark contrast between the two scenes was almost unbearable. The silence was broken only by the quiet patter of Lakhan's semen as it slid down her inner thighs, a grim reminder of the violation that had just occurred. The sight of her naked, vulnerable form, marred by his brutal use, filled me with a rage so potent it could have fueled the fires of hell itself.


My fists clenched, my teeth ground together, and my heart thudded in my chest like a war drum. I had just witnessed the violation of my wife for the second consecutive day, and the realization that I was powerless to do anything was like a dagger in my soul.

As Dhristi lay there on the bed, her body trembling with the aftershocks of Lakhan's brutal assault, something changed in the scene before me. Her eyes, which had been vacant and haunted, suddenly filled with a terror so profound that it seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the digital world. Her chest heaved with ragged sobs that grew louder and louder until they were no longer sobs at all. They had morphed into screams—soul-wrenching, blood-curdling screams that seemed to echo in the very air around me.

I watched in horror as the representation of my wife curled into a fetal position, her knees drawn up to her chest as if she could somehow shield herself from the pain that had been inflicted upon her. Her cries grew more desperate, more anguished, until it was all I could do to keep watching. But I had to. I had to bear witness to her suffering, to understand the depths of the hell she had been plunged into.

The Dhristi's sobs grew in intensity, her body shaking with the force of her grief. Her tears fell like rain onto the bed, soaking the sheets in a salty embrace that mirrored the reality of the situation. It was as if she had finally broken through the dam of denial and was now allowing the full weight of Lakhan's depravity to wash over her.

I watched, my heart torn to shreds by the feed of my wife's pain, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to reach out, to hold her and whisper words of comfort into her ear. But I was trapped in this cold, unfeeling digital prison, unable to offer anything but silent support.

And yet, as her screams grew more desperate, something strange occurred to me. Despite the horror of what I had just witnessed, a tiny spark of hope kindled in my heart. Was it possible that her sudden outpouring of grief was a sign that she was beginning to heal? That she had finally found the strength to face the monstrous reality of what Lakhan had done to her?

For the next half an hour, the digital feed showed Dhristi lying on the bed, her body wracked with sobs that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. Each convulsion was a testament to the pain that she carried within her, a pain that I could never fully understand, no matter how much I wished to share her burden.

And then, as if summoned by some unseen force, she slowly began to stir. Her movements were sluggish at first, as if she were waking from a nightmare she hadn't wanted to end. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her face a mask of despair and anger. For a moment, she just stared at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling with the force of her ragged breaths.

With a sudden jolt of determination, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her body wobbling with the aftermath of the assault. The feed followed her unsteady progress across the room, capturing the way her bare feet stepped carefully over the shreds of her blouse and petticoat, leaving them behind like discarded pieces of a life that no longer fit her.

Her movements were almost mechanical as she made her way to the bathroom, her eyes devoid of any spark of life. It was as if she were a marionette, controlled by invisible strings of pain and despair. She stepped into the shower and closed the door.

The digital feed flickered, and suddenly, the bathroom door was open again, revealing Dhristi standing before the mirror. She reached up tentatively, her fingers tracing the bruises that marred her neck like the marks of a vicious predator. Her eyes searched her reflection, looking for some semblance of the woman she had once been.

With a trembling hand, she picked up the shredded remnants of her blouse and petticoat, the fabric clinging to her like the tattered remains of her dignity.

Dhristi's eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, but they gleamed with a newfound resolve as she slipped into a fresh set of clothes—a simple cotton salwar kameez .

The fabric whispered softly against her bruised skin, a gentle caress that seemed to offer a small measure of comfort. She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, as if she were trying to expel the very essence of Lakhan from her lungs.

And then, with a suddenness that took my breath away, she collapsed onto the bed. Her sobs were like a dam breaking, a torrent of pain and anger that seemed to fill the very room.
Her cries grew louder, more desperate, as if she were trying to purge every last drop of Lakhan's poison from her soul. Her slender body heaved with the force of her sobs, the soft curves of her breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath. Her hands clutched at the bed sheets, the fabric twisting in her grasp as if she were trying to hold onto something—anything—that could anchor her in reality.

I felt a strange, twisted sense of relief. Better she cried, I thought, better she let it all out than to keep it bottled up inside.

But as the evening approached, I knew I had to confront the reality of what I had seen. Dhristi had gone through the motions of the day as if nothing had happened—cooking dinner, cleaning the house, her movements mechanical and devoid of emotion. I arrived home at 8 PM, tired from work and oblivious to the storm raging within her. She served me dinner with a forced smile, her eyes avoiding mine.

I talked about the audit files, oblivious to the silent screams echoing in hers. She nodded along, her voice a hollow imitation of her usual cheerfulness. My mind was consumed by the mundane, the trivial, while she was fighting a battle that I had only just begun to comprehend.

And so, I went off to sleep, my body heavy with exhaustion, while she remained wide awake, staring at the ceiling. The images of her trauma played on repeat in the back of her mind, a never-ending horror show that she couldn't escape.

[tharkibudda]