Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[khemucha]

One of the best so far.

[hotandluking]

hot update.

[tharkibudda]

Dhristi after a wonderful fucking

[jroy1984]

Please give a update tonight..

[tharkibudda]

Please give a update tonight..

I just posted yesterday....

[urssrini]

Superb update.... Thank you

[tharkibudda]

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

Manav wasn't a coward.. He went to confront his boss and unfortunately he wasn't at home and all he is watching are old recording which he came change

[anushka]

Eagerly waiting for next very big update..

Love all your pics uploaded here

[tharkibudda]

Eagerly waiting for next very big update..

Love all your pics uploaded here

Sorry Anushka ji.. i can't guarantee of BIG updates because I don't get enough time to actually write every week

[tharkibudda]

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.

She is still battling her mind if she can enjoy sex with lakhan or fight for her chastity.. this is the first time she didn't put a fight and could enjoy the sex... But the post ? clarity might hit her

[jroy1984]

She will be eagerly waiting for Lakhan the next time..

[khemucha]

She is still battling her mind if she can enjoy sex with lakhan or fight for her chastity.. this is the first time she didn't put a fight and could enjoy the sex... But the post ? clarity might hit her

Why is he always in a hurry. Give him time with her. Then she will enjoy more. Ha Ha Ha ha

DOn't mind me. COntinue pacing the story as you have planned. We will keep provoking you.

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 20 : April 19th - The Aftermath

Dhristi's eyes remained locked on the spot where Lakhan had just been, her gaze unfocused as she tried to make sense of the tumult of emotions that raged within her.


Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her breasts still exposed and glistening with sweat that had been mixed with the sticky residue of Lakhan's climax. She could feel the coolness of the air conditioning against her overheated skin. The cum was a slick, warm trickle between her thighs, a physical reminder of the monstrous act that had just transpired.

But as Dhristi looked up at the ceiling, I saw something unexpected reflected in them. It wasn't anger, nor was it the vacant expression that had become her shield in the face of Lakhan's relentless violation. Instead, she saw a glimmer of...what? Contentment? Satisfaction? The realization washed over me like a wave of nausea.

Could it be that she enjoyed this? That she had found some twisted solace in the arms of her rapist? The thought was too much to bear, and yet, there it was, staring me in the face, as raw and stark as the scene I had just witnessed.

Dhristi remained on the couch, her legs splayed open, the fabric of her blouse hanging off her shoulders. Her sari was a crumpled mess around her waist, exposing her still-throbbing pussy to the cold, uncaring air. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, the nipples still erect, the dark areolae standing out starkly against her pale skin.

It was a stark contrast to the woman I had known, the one who would blush at the mere mention of our intimate moments. The one who would meticulously clean herself after every act of love, as if washing away any trace of our passion was a sacred ritual. But here she was, her body laid bare and sticky with Lakhan's cum, making no effort to cover herself up.

Her breasts, once a source of shy delight for me, now stood proud and defiant, the nipples still taut from his brutal attention. Her pussy, which had only known my gentle touch, was swollen and glistening, a silent testament to the depraved act that had just occurred.

As I watched, I felt an unexpected sensation stirring in my pants. I looked down and realized with a jolt of horror that I was erect. The sight of Dhristi, my beloved Dhristi, used and abused in such a way, had somehow aroused me. The guilt washed over me like a cold shower, dousing the flames of anger that had been burning in my chest.

I had been her confidant, her protector, the one who had promised to cherish and love her. And now, as she lay there, a shell of her former self, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of arousal. It was as if my body had turned against me, betraying the very essence of what it meant to be her husband.

My cock throbbed in my pants, the fabric straining against its sudden hardness. I was torn between the overwhelming guilt and the carnality of my response. How could I find myself in this position, my hand moving almost of its own accord to stroke the traitorous member?

Dhristi remained on the couch, her limbs sprawled in a tapestry of defeat, her eyes vacant. I was torn apart by the sight of her, the woman I had sworn to protect, now reduced to this state. Yet, the very act of watching her in this compromised position was feeding a dark, insidious hunger within me.

As the minutes ticked by, my anger grew. It was not just at Lakhan, the monster who had violated her, but at Dhristi herself. How could she just lay there, allowing herself to be used and discarded like that? A part of me, deep down, felt betrayed. Our marriage vows had been desecrated by his brutish hands, and yet she made no effort to clean herself, to erase the evidence of his touch from her body.

But another part of me, the part that I tried so hard to ignore, was fascinated. I had never seen Dhristi in such a state of undress, never witnessed the raw, primal passion that had just been played out before my eyes. The sight of her, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her forced pleasure, was a siren's call that I could not resist.

As I stared at the screen, my hand still stroking my erection, the room suddenly plunged into darkness, the digital feed going dead.

For a moment, I was lost, adrift in a sea of confusion and guilt. Then, as if by some twisted magic, the feed flickered back to life, and the time stamp at the bottom of the screen read 4:15. Dhristi was still there, sprawled on the couch in a state of exhaustion, her body limp and her eyes closed.

With a sudden jolt of panic, she bolted upright, her eyes flying to the clock. She saw the time, the reality of the situation crashing down upon her like a ton of bricks. She had only an hour before I would arrive home from work, expecting to find her waiting for me.

Her body was a canvas of Lakhan's depravity, painted with the sticky remnants of his release. Dhristi stumbled to her feet, her legs wobbly,  the walls a blur as she tried to focus on the task at hand. She had to clean herself, erase the evidence of what had been done to her, before I walked through the door.

She took a bath in record time and then came back into the living room with a mug of warm, soapy water  . The couch, a once pristine and welcoming piece of furniture, now bore the stains of Lakhan's conquest .She painstakingly scrubbed all the remains.

As the clock struck 6:15,  and I stepped through the door, my heart racing with anticipation. Dhristi looked up at me, her eyes wide and slightly glazed over. She offered a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, a facade that she had perfected .

"Hey," she greeted me, her voice a little too soft, a little too tired. "I'm just going to lie down for a bit. I'm not feeling too well."

"Of course, Dhristi," I said, my voice heavy with concern. "Let me know if there's anything I can get for you."

She retreated to the bedroom while I saw the recording of me watching TV completely oblivious of what happened on the same couch I was sitting on. Dhristi's tactics to avoid any sexual approach from me were becoming clearer. The way she would suddenly claim exhaustion or illness was a clever ploy. It had worked for a while, keeping my suspicions at bay, but now the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place with a sickening thud.

Dinner had been a silent affair, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavy between us. Dhristi had barely picked at her food, pushing it around her plate with a plastic smile that didn't fool me for a second. Her eyes had been elsewhere, lost in a world I was not welcome to enter. I had tried to engage her in conversation, to bring back the spark that had once danced in her eyes when she looked at me, but she had responded with monosyllables, her gaze never quite meeting mine.

Post dinner, I saw me sleeping and immediately started snoring. The camera in night mode cast a pale, blue glow across the room, turning everything into a surreal tableau of shadows. Dhristi sat in the dim light, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she stared at the sleeping form of her husband. The digital recording was silent, but the tension was almost palpable, a mute symphony of emotions playing out in the stark contrast of light and dark.

Her gaze lingered on my chest, rising and falling with the steady rhythm of my sleep. Her eyes were a pool of conflicting emotions - guilt, anger, fear, and something else. Something that made my stomach clench as I watched from the screen. It was as if she was looking at a stranger, a man she didn't recognize anymore. Or perhaps she was looking at a man she never knew she could betray.

Dhristi's hand hovered over her own body, her fingers tracing the path Lakhan's had taken earlier. Her touch was feather-light, almost reverential, as if she was trying to understand the alien sensations that had taken over her body. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled over onto her cheeks, leaving a glistening trail in the soft glow of the moonlight. Was she crying for what had been done to her, or for the part of herself that had enjoyed it?

[tharkibudda]

[tharkibudda]

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY TO ALL OF YOU, TAKING A BREAK, NO MORE UPDATES THIS WEEK



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[jroy1984]

Happy Independence Day.. sad to hear that there will be no more updates this week.. Anyways, hope to get an update on Monday..

[Gajakidost]

Dhristi has tasted the forbidden. Now she knows that her husband is a wimp and there are men with big cock and can fuck long time. Her vagina is stretched like never before and lakhan cock has touched places where her husband cock did not. She has climaxed twice that never happened with her husband. Awesome.

[tharkibudda]

Happy Independence Day.. sad to hear that there will be no more updates this week.. Anyways, hope to get an update on Monday..

I dont understand this mentality of some of my readers. If I give an update on Friday late night after spending time till 11 ,attending calls. I get these messages to provide another update by weekend.

If I try to provide an update, then there is a taunt that the update is small and I should give a long updates because it ruins your experience.

If I skip a week, then instead of understanding, there is only taunts that they are disappointed for not having updates that week.

Even my own director isnt this particular about getting his tasks done and he pays me.

I'm not some kind of indentured employee to keep providing everyone some updates whenever they need. I only write because I want to do it as a hobby,not get pressurized by random people that I'm not doing a good job to keep them happy. 

If my wife finds out,she might divorce me ..I'm taking a huge risk writing these and noone is grateful for what I do. Instead they are disappointed that I dont churn out chapters like pulp romance.

Sorry If anyone got hurt by my statements and I dont care if anyone curses me. But I'm not going to take such backhanded comments and taunts anymore. I dont care if I dont get any comments or likes. If this hobby of mine gives pressure then I would just quit writing . 

I just checked my thread in incognito mode after a 5 hr journey and I only find this and as a writer ,no matter how bad he writes, it just spoils their mood.

[jroy1984]

I dont understand this mentality of some of my readers. If I give an update on Friday late night after spending time till 11 ,attending calls. I get these messages to provide another update by weekend.

If I try to provide an update, then there is a taunt that the update is small and I should give a long updates because it ruins your experience.

If I skip a week, then instead of understanding, there is only taunts that they are disappointed for not having updates that week.

Even my own director isnt this particular about getting his tasks done and he pays me.

I'm not some kind of indentured employee to keep providing everyone some updates whenever they need. I only write because I want to do it as a hobby,not get pressurized by random people that I'm not doing a good job to keep them happy. 

If my wife finds out,she might divorce me ..I'm taking a huge risk writing these and noone is grateful for what I do. Instead they are disappointed that I dont churn out chapters like pulp romance.

Sorry If anyone got hurt by my statements and I dont care if anyone curses me. But I'm not going to take such backhanded comments and taunts anymore. I dont care if I dont get any comments or likes. If this hobby of mine gives pressure then I would just quit writing . 

I just checked my thread in incognito mode after a 5 hr journey and I only find this and as a writer ,no matter how bad he writes, it just spoils their mood.

Why don't you take it as compliment rather than a taunt.. You have been giving regular updates and I have been enjoying your story.. All of a sudden you declared that there will be no update for a few days.. It's natural for anyone who follows a story to feel bad that there will be no update.. Had you not informed that, I would have still waited for the time whenever the update comes and there would have been no sad feelings.. But you informed of no update this week so mu comment was not to taunt you or any kind of complaint but an appreciation that I will wait for the next update whenever it comes.. I or every readers know how difficult is for any writer to write a story and how much dedication it requires to write a story..It is not everybody's cup of tea..

[Projectmp]

Tharkibudda sir- please don't feel or get overwhelmed by such comments. You are a living legend in the world of erotica. OG's know you from literoica site. You can never make everyone happy.So, instead make yourself happy !!!