Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[Astroboy11]

Good update. Keep up the good work.

[khemucha]

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That night, I watched with a mix of fear and fascination as myself approached our marital bed, his eyes dark with desire and determination.The touch was gentle as he reached for my breasts, his thumbs tracing circles around my areolas, trying to coax life back into my numb body.
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Except for the 3rd pic after the update, the rest were excellent as usual. You seem to have mastered the skill of creating them.

Good development of the story overall. But the second sentence of the passage above read a bit odd - sounded like Dhristi's own narration. please read it yourself and correct if you agree with me.

And don't come under pressure. As they say, size does not matter. Its what you do with what you have that matters.

[tharkibudda]

Except for the 3rd pic after the update, the rest were excellent as usual. You seem to have mastered the skill of creating them.

Good development of the story overall. But the second sentence of the passage above read a bit odd - sounded like Dhristi's own narration. please read it yourself and correct if you agree with me.

And don't come under pressure. As they say, size does not matter. Its what you do with what you have that matters.

Thanks i modified the paragraph..



Also i liked the third pic as she looks so cute and innocent

[Sana4891]

Waiting for next update.

[Aadhivaasi]

This bastard is worried only if he will lose the love of his wife. He never bothers how she is used by another man.

[xbiilove]

When is fuck her next time, he will not feel the gripness in her pussy. his dick will be like a cycle parked in the car parking.

[Sarran Raj]

Excellent yaar

[Rockket Raja]

The husband has fear towards the boss to ask anything, so he will just enjoy the degradation of the wife.

[Bigil]

When is fuck her next time, he will not feel the gripness in her pussy. his dick will be like a cycle parked in the car parking.

Are you referring her husband

[tharkibudda]

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 19 - April 19th

The video titled "April 19th" was a beacon of dread, a timestamp that held the potential to shatter what was left of my world. I clicked on it, bracing myself for the next chapter in Lakhan's sick narrative.


As the images sprang to life, the mundane scene of Dhristi in the kitchen,  She wore a simple yet elegant yellow saree, the color a stark contrast to the impending darkness. Her hair was tied back in a plaited format that made her look like the epitome of a traditional Indian wife.

I moved the cursor with a trembling hand, my heart racing as the digital clock on the bottom right corner of the screen ticked closer to 1 pm. .

Dhristi was sitting in the sofa as she knew Lakhan would arrive soon. Her posture was rigid, her eyes fixed on the door as if she could will it to remain shut. Her fingers played a silent melody on the armrest, her knuckles white with the tension that coiled through her body.

At exactly 1:08 pm, the digital doorbell chimed, a sound that sent a tremor through the very air of the house.Lakhan strode in, his movements a predatory prowl that made Dhristi's skin crawl. He was dressed in his usual black, a color that seemed to swallow the light around him, leaving only his cold, gleaming eyes to pierce the shadows.

"So," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the room, "what's it going to be today, Dhristi? Will you put on another little show for me, trying to fight me off while your body betrays you?" His smirk was a twisted knife that twisted in her gut, a cruel reminder of the power he held over her. "Or will you just get down to business and spread those legs for our enjoyment?"

Dhristi looked at Lakhan with a mix of shock and horror that was quickly replaced by a cold, hard resolve. Her mind screamed for her to fight, to claw and scratch and bite her way free from his clutches, but she knew it was a battle she could not win. Not yet. Instead, she took a deep, trembling breath and met his gaze with a defiance that belied the tremble in her voice. "What do you want from me?" she asked, the words tasting like ash in her mouth.

Lakhan's smile grew wider, his eyes darkening with anticipation. "Oh, you know what I want," he said, his voice a purr that made her skin crawl. "But today, I'm in a bit of a rush. So, no need for the theatrics, no drawn-out games of power and submission. Just a quick taste of what's mine."

Dhristi felt the blood drain from her face, her body going cold as the reality of his words sank in. He was going to do it again, and she was going to have to endure it. But there was something in his tone that was different today, something that made her stomach twist with dread.

Lakhan commanded "Now remove your panties alone," his voice a sledgehammer that shattered the last vestiges of Dhristi's fragile resolve. She knew the script, knew the dance of degradation that he would expect from her, but the words still sent a shiver of revulsion down her spine.


With trembling hands, she reached beneath her sari, her fingers brushing against the slickness between her legs that she had tried so hard to ignore. The fabric of her panties was a barrier that she clung to, a final bastion of modesty before the inevitable storm. But with a deep, shuddering breath, she complied, sliding the damp garment down her legs and stepping out of it.

Lakhan watched from the sofa, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction as he took in the sight of her bare, trembling flesh. He had removed his own pants, his erection jutting out from his boxers like a weapon waiting to be wielded. The veins stood out starkly against the darkened skin of his cock, a testament to his depraved excitement.

"Now come and sit on it," he commanded, patting the cushion next to him with a casualness that belied the monstrous act he was about to commit.

Dhristi stared at Lakhan in disbelief, her mind reeling. She didnt understand what was he talking about.

Lakhan's smile grew, a knowing glint in his eyes as he saw the confusion on Dhristi's face. "Ah, my innocent little village girl," he said, his voice taking on a patronizing tone, "You've never heard of the cowgirl position?"

Lakhan continued, his tone dripping with mockery, "What positions do you know, my sweet Dhristi? How do you do sex with your husband?"

Dhristi's cheeks burned with shame and anger. She had never talked about such things with anyone, not even her closest friends. But here she was, being forced to discuss it with the very man who had violated her most intimate spaces, who had turned their private moments into a twisted spectacle of pain and humiliation.

"Wo upar chad jaata hai aur," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "mujhe pata hai." She was trying to explain how we did sex in missionary position.

Lakhan laughed, a harsh, grating sound that scbangd against her nerves. "What kind of husband is he that he didn't try any other position?" he sneered, his eyes raking over her trembling form. "Did you ever do it anywhere other than the bedroom?"

Dhristi's silence was a testament to her pain, to the way her past was being dissected and mocked by the man who had taken so much from her. Her heart felt as though it was being squeezed in a vice, each beat a painful reminder of the love she had shared with Manav, a love that Lakhan had so cruelly perverted.

But beneath the surface of her quiet dignity, a storm was brewing. Her mind raced, thoughts colliding like lightning in a thunderous sky. She had never been one to speak openly about her desires, not even with me. Her upbringing in a small, conservative village had taught her that sex was a private, sacred act, to be shared only with the one you loved. The explicitness of Lakhan's question, the way he spoke of it as if it were a casual topic of conversation, was like a slap in the face to all she had been taught.

Yet, as she sat there exposed before him, she couldn't help but think of me, of the times we had lain together in the throes of passion. I had always been gentle, considerate of her modesty and her boundaries. I had watched pornographic videos bedore marriage so I knew other poisitons. But I had never pressed her, never demanded that she perform the acrobatic feats I had seen on those pixelated screens. I had wanted to explore, to push her limits and taste the forbidden fruit that those videos promised, but her shyness had held us back.

Lakhan "Dont worry Dhristy, this will be a good experience for you and also a lesson," Lakhan's voice was a slither of oil in the quiet tension of the room. "Now lift your saree up and then slowly sit on my cock with your pussy going inside." His words hung in the air like a vile incantation, a spell designed to break the last of Dhristi's resistance.

Dhristi's eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. She didn't want this, she never wanted this, but she had learned that resistance was futile. With a deep breath, she gathered her courage and lifted her sari, revealing her nakedness to him once again.

The room felt like it was closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of his lust. She took a tentative step toward Lakhan, her bare feet cold against the marble floor. He watched her with a hunger that was almost feral, his eyes devouring every inch of her trembling body.

As she approached, Lakhan reached out with his strong hands,His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cupped her hips, guiding her closer to him. Her heart raced, a wild animal trapped in a cage, searching for an escape. But she knew there was none.

With a sense of dread that was almost tangible, Dhristi felt the heat of Lakhan's erection pressing against her. His hands moved with a slow, deliberate grace, aligning her with the monstrous object that had become the source of so much pain.

"Now, Dhristi," Lakhan whispered, his voice a seductive hiss that made her skin crawl, "Take a deep breath and sit down, nice and slow. Take all of me in."

Dhristi's eyes squeezed shut as she did as she was told, lowering herself onto Lakhan's cock with a whimper that was barely audible. Her body felt like it was on fire, each inch of him that penetrated her sending a shockwave of pain and discomfort through her core.

The room was eerily silent, save for the sound of their ragged breaths and the wet, sucking noise as Dhristi's pussy struggled to accommodate his thickness. The pain was unbearable, a white-hot agony that threatened to consume her, but she clenched her teeth and forced herself to keep going, one torturous inch at a time.

Her eyes flew open as the head of his cock breached her tight entrance, a scream tearing from her throat that seemed to echo in the emptiness of the digital void. Lakhan's eyes never left hers, a sadistic glee lighting his face as he watched her fight against the pain. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her down, his own need overriding any semblance of compassion or care.

"Looks like you still haven't gotten used to my cock," he chuckled, his voice a grating sound that seemed to echo through the room. Dhristi's body tensed, her muscles clenching around him in a desperate attempt to keep him out. But he was relentless, pushing deeper and deeper with a slow, torturous patience that spoke of his twisted pleasure in her suffering.

"It's so big," she screamed, the words torn from her throat by the sheer size of him. The pain was a living thing, a beast that consumed her from the inside out, leaving her gasping for air. Her nails dug into the armrests of the sofa, her knuckles white with the effort of not reaching for his throat and squeezing until the air left his body.

Lakhan threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing through the digital void. "I don't blame you," he said, his voice thick with arrogance. "I studied in the university of Cardiff, and even there, my cock was a legend. Bigger than some of the black dudes' cocks."

With a sudden, brutal force, Lakhan grabbed Dhristi's waist and pushed her down onto his cock, plunging himself deep inside her with a single, swift movement that made her scream. The pain was blinding, a white-hot fire that seemed to consume her very soul. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she felt her body convulse around him, desperately trying to reject the invading object that filled her so completely.

Her scream was a guttural, animalistic sound, one that was torn from the depths of her being and echoed through the digital space. The room around them seemed to pulse with the intensity of her pain, the walls closing in as Lakhan's cruel grip tightened.

Lakhan began to rock her back and forth, holding her hips with a ferocity that belied the gentleness of his earlier touch. He was a maestro orchestrating a symphony of suffering, his strokes growing faster and deeper with every passing moment. Dhristi's breasts bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, the fabric of her blouse clinging to her wet skin as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

Her moans grew louder, filling the digital space with a cacophony of pain and despair. The sofa creaked in protest beneath them, a mournful counterpoint to the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Lakhan's grip on her waist was unyielding, his fingers digging into her softness as he used her body for his own twisted pleasure.

But amidst the horror, something strange began to happen. With every brutal thrust, Dhristi's body began to betray her. The pain grew duller, giving way to a sneaky, sinful warmth that spread through her core. Her body, so accustomed to the gentle touches of her husband, was now responding to the rough, demanding invasion of Lakhan's cock.

As she continued to ride him, Dhristi's eyes grew hazed with a mix of fear and something else, something she didn't dare to name. Her hips began to move with a rhythm that was not entirely forced, a primal instinct taking over as she found herself caught in the throes of a passion she had never known. Lakhan noticed the shift in her demeanor and his smirk grew wider, his strokes becoming more powerful as he watched the transformation unfold before his very eyes.

"That's it, Dhristy," he groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly as he thrust into her. "You're going to love this, I promise."

Her nipples tightened at his touch, the pain of his grip mixing with the strange, insidious pleasure that was slowly overtaking her body. Dhristi bit her lip, trying to hold back the whimpers that threatened to escape as her body kept riding.

Lakhan now hastily unhooked Dhristi's blouse, the fabric giving way with a soft click that seemed to echo through the roomt. Her breasts, once bound by the confines of her bra, sprang free, the darkened areolae and pert nipples a stark contrast against the pale skin. He took a moment to admire the way they bobbed with the force of his thrusts, the weight of them seeming to defy gravity as they bounced and swayed in time with the rhythm of their depraved dance.

The air grew thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the digital space a silent witness to the desecration of Dhristi's body. Her eyes remained closed, her mind a tumult of emotions as she felt Lakhan's hands roaming over her bare skin, his fingers plucking at her nipples like a musician playing a macabre tune on a set of strings.

Suddenly, she was aware of a new sensation, one that was as unwelcome as it was undeniable. Her pussy began to clench around Lakhan's cock, her inner muscles pulsing with an unbidden need that sent a shiver of horror down her spine. Dhristi's eyes flew open, and she stared at Lakhan in disbelief as he watched her with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph.

He leaned forward and took her nipples to his mouth. The warmth of his breath, the roughness of his tongue against her sensitive flesh, sent a shockwave of sensation through her body that was as unwelcome as it was overwhelming. His teeth grazed the tender peaks, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain that made her body arch back against his, her hips moving with a rhythm that was not entirely of her own making.

The room around them swirled in a vortex of digital pixels, the reality of their situation lost to the primal instincts that ruled her body. Dhristi felt as if she was being torn apart, her soul screaming for her to stop, to fight, to regain some semblance of control. But her body, the traitorous vessel that had been her home for so long, seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to Lakhan's touch with a hunger that was as terrifying as it was undeniable.

Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice as she chased the elusive peak of pleasure that seemed to hover just out of reach. Lakhan's mouth was a maelstrom of sensation on her breasts, his teeth and tongue playing a symphony of pain and pleasure that sent her spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, she felt it - the crest of the wave, the moment when the dam burst and the floodgates of passion opened. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her in a sea of sensation so intense it was almost painful. Her back arched, her body taut as a bowstring, as she screamed out her release into the void.

Lakhan's grip on her hips tightened, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched the play of emotions across her face - the horror, the anger, and, most potently, the unbridled pleasure that she could not hide. His thrusts grew erratic, his own climax building in response to the sight of her lost in ecstasy.

Dhristi felt her body betraying her, her mind screaming at the indignity of it all, yet her body responded with a passion that was not entirely unwelcome. It was as if a switch had been flipped, and she could no longer control the carnival of sensation that was playing out. She felt dirty, used, but the feeling of his cock deep inside her, the way her body clenched around him, was something she had never experienced before.

Lakhan, the monster, had somehow found the key to her pleasure, and he wielded it like a maestro conducting an orchestra. Each movement of his hips sent a new symphony of sensations through her, and she couldn't help but lean into it. His strong hands held her in place, his grip like iron, as he pumped into her with a fervor that was almost frightening.

Her pussy was slick with her own juices, making each thrust glide in and out with an ease that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of pleasure, even as her mind rebelled against the very thought of it.

"Look at you," Lakhan murmured, his voice thick with lust, "you're loving it, aren't you?"

Dhristi couldn't deny it. Her body was singing a siren's song of pleasure, each stroke of his cock a sweet agony that she never wanted to end. The words that fell from his lips were a blur, a cacophony of filth that seemed to fuel the fire burning within her. His hands roamed her bare torso, his thumbs flicking her erect nipples in a way that made her toes curl and her back arch.

The digital world around them was a haze of pixels, a blur of colors and shapes that swirled in a symphony of depravity. Yet, amidst the chaos, she found a strange peace, a respite from the horror of her situation. Her hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet each brutal thrust, her pussy clutching at him greedily as if it had a mind of its own.

Dhristi's eyes were glassy with lust, her pupils dilated to almost comical proportions. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps that seemed to echo through the room, each one punctuated by a soft, wanton moan. Lakhan watched her with a look of pure triumph, his strokes growing more powerful, more demanding, as he approached his peak.

Suddenly, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the digital realm, Lakhan reached his climax. Dhristi felt the hot, thick spurt of his cum fill her to the brim, the sensation of his release sending her spiraling over the edge once again. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy spasming as she milked him for every last drop of his seed.

As the tremors of pleasure subsided, Lakhan pulled her close, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. He cradled her head to his chest, and she could feel the thunderous beat of his heart beneath her cheek. For a brief, fleeting moment, she allowed herself to be comforted by his embrace, the warmth of his skin a stark contrast to the coldness of the digital world around them.

Then they both hugged and remained in the same position. I watched them from the CCTV footage, his heart a tumultuous sea of emotions. Jealousy, anger, and despair warred inside me as I took in the intimate scene unfolding before his eyes. I felt jealous of them at this moment as Dhristi's head lay against Lakhan's broad chest, their bodies entwined in a macabre dance of power and submission. His arms around her, holding her tight, as if he could somehow absorb her pain and make it his own.

Their bodies, slick with sweat, remained still for a few moments, their ragged breaths the only sound in the room. Lakhan's cock, still partially hard, glistened with the evidence of his release. Dhristi's eyes were closed, her face a mask of exhaustion, her lips parted in a silent plea for this nightmare to end.

With a sudden jerk, Lakhan broke the spell, pushing her off his lap with a disgust that was almost palpable. Dhristi's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the couch, the fabric sticking to her skin. Lakhan grabbed the pallu of her sodden sari and wiped the cum from his cock with a detachment as if he was wiping away the remnants of a dirty task .. Dhristi felt exposed and vulnerable, her body a battleground of emotions that she couldn't begin to untangle. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her heart hammering in her chest like a wild bird desperate to escape its cage.

Just like the previous days, Lakhan made no move to comfort her. He simply stood, adjusting his clothes with a casual ease that was almost infuriating. Each button he fastened, each zipper he pulled up, was a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had just played out before her eyes. She watched him, her body still trembling, her mind racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. How could she have enjoyed that? How could her body have responded to his touch, even as her soul screamed for him to stop?

[tharkibudda]

Gave a longish update as u requested but dont expect the same always

[Muralimm]

Good progressive on each update bro

Keep going like this

[tharkibudda]

[jamanuram]

Eagerly waiting

[Projectmp]

Amazing and super erotic update

[King Kesavan]

Now lakhan has shown her what is real sex means. Awesome one.

[fanofallnature]

Check if the gif is working

Yes. It's working fine.

[fanofallnature]

Sorry for excessive AI pics...Now i found out that we can add more in one post. I will reduce from now

Please don't reduce the number of pics.  They add spice to your excellent narrative.

[khemucha]

I think we are at a pivotal moment in this story. Before he takes her again, she is going to try this position with her husband, he is going to melt in minutes and in her fury of disappointment, she is going to slap him. Then when Lakhan visits again, he's going to find a different Dhristi waiting for him. let him come with time to savour her properly. Enough of these single shot quickies. Let them make love, not war.