Adultery My Shy Mom Seduced And Fucked by Sir Suresh

[Mafiadon]

Very nice story

[nadia]

This is interesting.. many possibilities.

 yes this story has thousands of sub-plots, stay tuned !!

[Bakchod Londa]

Aarav probably thought he was going to surprise his wife jaya with his return… But little did Aarav know, his wife had a surprise for him that he wouldn’t be able to handle.

And cheaters always live under the illusion that they’ll never get caught.

[Bakchod Londa]

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[nadia]

Aarav’s hands shook as he pushed the door open wider, the hinges creaking softly, his fingers trembling against the wood. The room was a wreck—sheets tangled into a knot at the foot of the bed, clothes strewn across the floor, a lamp knocked over on the nightstand, a clear sign of what was happening, the air heavy with the scent of their passion.


I peeked in and saw a man lying on the bed, his face hidden by Jaya's back and shoulder, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, and Jaya riding him, her back to us, her skin glistening with sweat. Her big buttocks bounced up and down with a rhythmic slap, the man’s hands gripping her ass tight, his fingers sinking into her flesh as she moved. 





I looked at Aarav—his face was pale, his eyes wide with shock and a deep, aching hurt, like someone had stabbed him in the chest. He’d been working hard, traveling for a week, sleeping on planes and in cheap hotel rooms, only to come home to this betrayal unfolding before him orchestrated by non other than his wife, the one he trusted the most. 


I felt a twisted joy watching Aarav being cheated on because I myself was a pervert, I loved to see families break. I loved to see sex of my mom and Arjun Sir, the chaos and shame stirring something dark in me, but Aarav’s sadness hit me too, a heavy weight in the room.




I stifled a laugh, the sound catching in my throat, enjoying the view—Jaya’s ass shaking with each thrust, the man’s hands digging in, her hair whipping as she rode him harder. It was wrong, a sick thrill coursing through me, but the chaos felt good, a mirror to the night with my mom.

But who is this man? Who is he? Is he Gaurav our idiotic principal who I don't like? 


Aarav stood frozen, tears welling up in his eyes, his body shaking as the reality sank in, the love he’d built with Jaya crumbling in front of him. The man groaned, a low rumble, and Jaya moaned louder, “Ooh fuck me, yes, harder, baby, make me scream—forget that weak man I married, he’s nothing compared to you!” oblivious to us. 





Dear friends, the fact is that Jaya didn't know that Aarav was coming this week or today.




They didn’t know we were there because the door was half-open, their focus locked in their own world, the bed creaking under their weight, the room a testament to their abandon.



Aarav stood there frozen in the doorway, his body rigid like a statue carved from shock, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him. He didn't move an inch, didn't utter a word at first, just continued watching his wife Jaya as she rode the man with abandon, her hips grinding down in a steady rhythm that filled the room with the wet sounds of their bodies colliding. 


The air was thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex, and I could see the way Aarav's chest rose and fell unevenly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He was transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away, perhaps hoping it was all a nightmare he could blink out of existence.





Jaya's moans echoed through the room, her voice husky and unrestrained. "Oh yes, oh my god, that feels so good, keep thrusting up into me like that," she gasped, her head thrown back, hair cascading down her back in sweaty strands. The man beneath her groaned in response, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks firmly as he bucked his hips upward to meet her movements.


"Ride me harder, you filthy slut," he commanded, his voice low and gravelly, laced with dominance. "Show me how much you love cheating on that pathetic husband of yours, betraying him behind his back like the whore you are."


Jaya didn't hesitate, her response coming out in a breathless rush, without a hint of shame in her tone. "Yes, yes, I'm your slut, fuck me harder, I love it, I love sneaking around and getting fucked like this, it makes me so wet knowing I'm being such a bad wife." 


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She ground down harder, her buttocks slapping against his thighs, her words spilling out like she was reveling in the forbidden thrill. She replied like a slut without shame because in that moment, lost in the heat of passion, the excitement of the affair had consumed her completely, making her forget the consequences, the thrill of the risk turning her into someone who craved the degradation as much as the pleasure.


The man chuckled darkly, his fingers digging deeper into her flesh. "That's right, keep bouncing on this dick, you cheating bitch, tell me how much better I am than that loser you're married to, how you've been spreading your legs for me while he works not knowing his wife my is bitch and whore."


"Oh, you're so much better, so much bigger, you make me cum like he never could," Jaya moaned back, her voice rising in pitch as she picked up speed, her body glistening with sweat. "Fuck me, own me, I don't care about him anymore, just keep pounding my pussy like the slut I am." 


She was fully immersed, her shameless replies fueled by the adrenaline of the secret, the way the affair made her feel alive and desired in ways her marriage no longer did.


All the while, I gazed at Aarav, taking in the pure sadness etched across his face, the way his eyes glistened with unshed tears, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. 


It was a deep, heartbreaking sadness that made my chest tighten a little, even as I felt that twisted thrill bubbling inside me. I gazed at just that sadness because it was so raw, so vulnerable—Aarav had always been the steady, kind father figure, the man who fixed things around the house and smiled warmly at family dinners, and now here he was, witnessing the collapse of his world, his trust shattered in real time. 


The sadness was in the way his shoulders slumped forward, as if the weight of betrayal was physically pressing down on him, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, fingers trembling slightly. It explained why he was shaking—he'd come home expecting warmth, a hug from his wife, maybe a hot meal, but instead found this ultimate humiliation, his heart breaking piece by piece with every moan from Jaya's lips.


In his right hand, Aarav was holding a glass of water, the clear liquid sloshing slightly as his grip wavered. I think he must have grabbed it from the kitchen earlier.


I think after turning off the stove, perhaps to steady his nerves or quench the sudden dryness in his throat from the shock of the messy house. The glass was simple, one of those everyday tumblers from their set, half-filled with tap water, tiny bubbles clinging to the sides. 


But as he watched, his hand started shaking more violently, the sadness overwhelming him, his fingers losing their hold. The glass slipped from his grasp, tumbling to the floor in what felt like slow motion, hitting the hardwood with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. 







It shattered on the ground, shards scattering in all directions like broken ice, the water splashing out in a small puddle that soaked into the rug. His hands were shaking because the betrayal had hit him like a physical blow, his body reacting to the emotional pain, the tremors a sign of his world crumbling, the trust he'd built over years exploding into fragments just like that glass.


The sound of the shattering glass cut through the moans like a knife, and suddenly, the man stopped thrusting, his body going still beneath Jaya. She froze mid-motion, her eyes widening in alarm as she whipped her head around to look behind her, her hair flipping over her shoulder in a messy arc. 


The expression on her face shifted from ecstasy to pure horror in an instant, her mouth forming a perfect form of surprise, her cheeks flushing not from pleasure now, but from the sudden rush of embarrassment and fear that her husband is witnessing.


"Aarav! Oh my god, Aarav, what are you doing here?" Jaya exclaimed, her voice high-pitched and panicked, the words tumbling out as she scrambled off the man's dick in a frantic motion, her body sliding away with a wet pop. 


She immediately jumped from Gaurav's big dick, which was bigger that Aarav, I think, her legs wobbling slightly as she landed on the bed, then sat next to Gaurav, yanking the blanket up to cover her naked body, clutching it to her chest like a shield, the fabric bunching up around her thighs.


"Aarav, please, listen to me, this isn't what it looks like," Jaya started, her words rushing out in a desperate stream. "I didn't expect you to be home so soon, your trip was supposed to last longer, I thought you were coming back next week. Oh god, I'm so sorry, it was a mistake, a terrible mistake, I got carried away, please forgive me."


Gaurav, the bastard principal of our college that I hate, didn't move, just lay there on the bed, his chest heaving from the exertion, but otherwise relaxed, like he owned the place, like he was Jaya's husband instead of the intruder in this marriage. 


Now that Jaya had shifted, I got to see him clearly—it was none other than Gaurav, our college principal, his face familiar from assemblies and parent meetings, now twisted in a smug expression. 


He was her lover, the one I'd heard about, and I thought they might have planned this together, coordinating their schedules so Aarav would be away, maybe texting each other about the perfect time to meet.

This is the second time I am seeing Gaurav fucking Jaya.


Jaya continued her apologies, her voice cracking as she pleaded. "Aarav, honey, please, it was just one time, a slip-up, I swear, I love you, I don't know what came over me. And Rajeev, oh god, Rajeev, what are you doing here? You shouldn't see this, please, just go outside, this is between us adults."


Gaurav, still lounging on the bed without a care, turned to Jaya with a raised eyebrow. "Wait a minute, Jaya, you told me your husband wouldn't be back until next month, that we had all the time in the world. What happened to that plan?"


Jaya glanced at Gaurav nervously, her hands twisting the blanket. "Gaurav, shh, not now, please. I must have misread his schedule, or maybe he came early, I don't know, but this wasn't supposed to happen like this. Just stay quiet for a second."


Aarav finally found his voice, his eyes wet with tears, one rolling slowly down his cheek, tracing a path over his stubbled skin. "Jaya, how could you do this to me? After all these years, all the promises we made, how could you betray me like this, right in our own bed?"


"Aarav, please, it was a mistake, I swear, I got weak, but it doesn't mean anything, I still love you," Jaya begged, her words frantic, her eyes darting between him and me.


"And with him? Gaurav our son's college principal? How long has this been going on? Were you laughing at me behind my back while I was away working?" Aarav asked, his voice breaking, more tears welling up.


"No, no, it just happened, I promise, it was stupid, please forgive me, we can work through this," Jaya panicked, her excuses frivolous, jumping from one to the next. "Rajeev, go, please, this is private."


Aarav shook his head, his voice firm despite the tears. "No, Rajeev stays, he should see what kind of woman you really are, the kind who cheats without a second thought."


Jaya's eyes widened. "Aarav, don't say that, please, I'm begging you. I am your good and faithful wife"

"Shut up Jaya! Does our son Rahul know about this? Our son, does he know about your bad behavior, sneaking around like this?" Aarav demanded, his tone sharp, the hurt turning to anger.


"No, of course not, Rahul doesn't know anything, please don't tell him, he'd be devastated," Jaya answered hastily, her face paling at the thought.
Aarav pressed on, his voice rising. "Devastated? Like I am right now? You think about him now, but not when you were here with this man? What kind of mother are you?"


Jaya sobbed, her shoulders shaking. "I'm a good mother, Aarav, this doesn't change that, it was just a lapse in judgment, please, let's talk about it calmly."


"How many times, Jaya? How many times have you done this while I was gone, trusting you?" Aarav asked, his tears flowing freely now.
"Only a few, I swear, but it means nothing, you're the one I want," Jaya pleaded, reaching out a hand toward him.


"And him? Sitting there like he owns the place? Who does he think he is?" Aarav spat, glaring at Gaurav.
Gaurav, still on the bed, reached casually for a glass of water on the nearby table, picking it up and taking a slow sip, the liquid glugging down his throat as if he were at a casual lunch. 


Gaurav's behavior was weird despite being caught with another man's wife because he seemed utterly unphased, perhaps arrogant from his position of power as principal, or maybe he thrived on the drama, the control it gave him in this chaotic moment.


Jaya glanced at him, whispering, "Gaurav, stop, not now."

But Gaurav ignored her, his hand sliding over to touch Jaya's thigh under the blanket, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin even as Aarav watched, his eyes locked on Aarav's with a challenging glint.


Jaya reacted by signaling him to stop, her free hand pushing his away discreetly, her eyes pleading with him. "Gaurav, please, don't make this worse."
Gaurav smirked, leaning back against the headboard, then reached over again, this time brushing his knuckles against her arm, right in front of Aarav, as if asserting his claim.


"Aarav, ignore him, please, focus on us," Jaya begged, her voice trembling.
"How can I ignore this? You've destroyed everything, Jaya, our marriage, our family," Aarav said, his voice heavy with sorrow.


"Please, Aarav, we can fix this, counseling, anything, just don't leave," Jaya pleaded, her excuses piling up.

"You think counseling fixes this? Seeing you like that, hearing you say those things about me? Naked with another man?" Aarav countered, his tears drying into angry streaks.
"I didn't mean them, it was just talk, heat of the moment," Jaya insisted.


"Heat of the moment? You've made me sad, Jaya, sadder than I've ever been, questioning every day we spent together," Aarav said, his voice cracking again.
"I'm sorry, so sorry, let's start over, please," Jaya begged.


"Our marriage is over, Jaya. I can't look at you the same way anymore," Aarav declared, his words final, the pain evident in his furrowed brow.
"No, Aarav, don't say that, we have Rahul, we have a life," Jaya cried.


"Never call me again, never try to see me. I'll send papers, we'll figure out the rest through lawyers," Aarav said, turning away.
Aarav was about to leave, his footsteps heavy as he pivoted toward the door, but Jaya jumped from the bed, the blanket slipping slightly as she rushed forward, grabbing his arm.


"Aarav, wait, please, don't go like this," she begged, her voice desperate.
"Get away from me, Jaya, you've humiliated me enough," Aarav said angrily, shaking her off.


"Please, Aarav, I'm begging you, think about the good times, how I was always there for you," Jaya pleaded, pretending she was still the good wife, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.


"You were there? While fucking him? Save it," Aarav warned, his face red with fury.
Jaya dropped to her knees, clutching his leg. "I beg you, give me one more chance, I'll change, I'll be better."


Aarav pulled away, his voice cold. "No more chances. Goodbye, Jaya." Then he left, the door slamming behind him.


I still stood there, frozen in the doorway, taking in the scene. Our principal Gaurav was smiling, a smug, satisfied grin spreading across his face, probably because he felt victorious, having claimed Jaya in front of her husband, the power dynamic shifting in his favor, or maybe he enjoyed the destruction, the way he'd inserted himself into their lives and shattered it all.


Jaya stood there naked, the blanket forgotten on the floor, her body exposed, curves on full display, her skin flushed from the earlier activity, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.


I got out and went to follow Aarav, a perverted smile creeping onto my face as I thought about how thrilling it was to see him cheated on, the raw humiliation feeding that dark part of me.


Aarav went to pick up his briefcases while crying, his hands trembling as he grabbed the handles, tears streaming down his face anew, the duffel bag slipping once before he hoisted it.


"Uncle Aarav, wait, are you okay?" I asked, catching up to him in the living room, my voice soft but curious.
"Rajeev, I... I don't know what to say. This is all too much," Aarav replied, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, his voice choked.
"What about Rahul? Where is he in all this?" I asked, glancing back toward the bedroom.


"Rahul... he's probably at a friend's house or something. If he wants to visit me, tell him he can, wherever I end up staying. He's my son, I won't abandon him," Aarav said, his words heavy with emotion.


"I understand, Uncle. I'll let him know if I see him," I replied, nodding sympathetically.
"And Rajeev, please, don't say anything to anyone about what you saw. Not to your mom, not to anyone. This is humiliating enough, don't even tell Rahul ok?," Aarav pleaded, his eyes meeting mine earnestly.


"I promise, Uncle, I won't tell a soul. It's not my place," I agreed, though inside I was grinning at the secret.
We discussed more, Aarav venting a bit. "You know, I worked so hard for this family, traveling, sacrificing time, and this is what I come back to? It hurts, Rajeev, more than I can say."


"I can imagine, Uncle. It's not fair at all. What will you do now?" I asked, leaning against the wall.
"I'll find a hotel for tonight, figure out the rest tomorrow. Maybe stay with my brother for a while. Just need space to think," Aarav said, his voice steadying a little.


"That makes sense. If you need anything, like talking or help with stuff, I'm here," I offered, though my mind was elsewhere.


"Thanks, kid. You're a good boy. Take care of yourself, and stay away from messes like this," Aarav said, managing a weak smile before heading out the door.
He left, the sound of his car starting up fading into the night, and I stood there, smiling like a pervert, the image of Aarav's broken expression replaying in my mind, the thrill of witnessing his cheating making me feel alive in a twisted way.


But as I lingered in the house, the silence settling in after the chaos, I couldn't help but reflect on how everything had unraveled so quickly. Jaya's affair with Gaurav had been brewing for weeks, from what I'd overheard, but seeing it explode like this was something else. 


Gaurav's arrogance, sipping that water like he was king of the castle, touching her even with Aarav there—it was as if he derived pleasure from the power play, from rubbing it in the husband's face. Jaya's begs had been so desperate, her excuses flimsy, like she was grasping at straws to salvage what was left, but it was too late. The marriage was shattered, just like that glass on the floor.

[Little finger]

Super update bro. Can't wait for sunita mom to be shared

[Munda007]

This is interesting

[Raja99]

so erotic

[Blackdick11]

same bullshit, same excuses ‘I got carried away, it was a mistake, forgive me.’ jaya doesn’t give a damn, she’s gonna end up marrying Gaurav the minute the divorce is through.

[meetsriram]

Super update,

[Munda007]

Waiting for next update...

How about Rajeev taking Jaya's ass and making her ditch Gaurav?

[nadia]

After Aarav left, the house fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of his car engine fading down the street. I stood in the living room for a moment, my heart still racing from the chaos, but curiosity gnawed at me like an itch I couldn't ignore. 


What was happening between Jaya and Gaurav now? Would she throw him out in a fit of regret, or would the affair pull her back in? I had to know, so I tiptoed back toward the bedroom, my sneakers soft on the hardwood floor, careful not to make a sound that might alert them. 


The door was still slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out, and I pressed myself against the wall, peering through the gap, my breath shallow to stay hidden. 


The room looked even more disheveled up close, with the sheets twisted like ropes and clothes scattered like forgotten relics, the air still thick with that lingering body odor mixed with the faint burnt scent from the kitchen.


Inside, Jaya sat on the edge of the bed, her naked body hunched forward, shoulders shaking as she cried softly, tears streaming down her face in glistening trails. 





Her hands covered her eyes, as if blocking out the reality of what had just happened, her full breasts heaving with each sob, the blanket she'd clutched earlier now dbangd loosely over her lap but doing little to hide her vulnerability. 



Gaurav sat next to her, also naked, his muscular frame relaxed against the headboard, one arm dbangd casually around her shoulders in a gesture that looked almost tender, his fingers gently stroking her bare skin. He didn't seem fazed by the drama, his expression calm, almost satisfied, as he leaned in closer, his free hand resting on her thigh.


"There, there, Jaya, don't cry like that," Gaurav said softly, his voice smooth and reassuring, pulling her a bit closer. "Divorce is the best thing that could happen right now. Think about it—you're free from that boring life, from pretending to be the perfect wife. Congratulations, really, this is a new start for us."


Jaya sniffled, her voice breaking as she shook her head, tears dripping onto her chest. "No, Gaurav, how can you say that? I've ruined everything, my life is damaged beyond repair. What will people say when they find out? My reputation as a good wife, a devoted mother—it's all gone, shattered into pieces. I'm such a fool, a selfish idiot for letting this happen."


She condemned herself in various ways, her words tumbling out like a confession, calling herself a worthless cheater who had thrown away a stable home for fleeting pleasure, a woman who had let lust blind her to the consequences, destroying her family's happiness in the process. 


She explained why through her sobs—it was because the guilt was crashing over her like a wave, the image of Aarav's tear-streaked face replaying in her mind, making her question every choice that led to this moment, the fear of judgment from friends, neighbors, and even Rahul twisting her insides.


Gaurav chuckled lightly, his hand moving up to wipe a tear from her cheek. "Come on, Jaya, you're being too hard on yourself. Your life isn't damaged—it's just evolving. And your reputation? Who cares what those gossips think? I'll be with you every step, protecting you, loving you the way he never could. We'll build something better, something exciting me and our son Rahul"



Dear Friends, I am really shocked! What did Gaurav mean when he said to Jaya about "our son"? Does it mean that Aarav is not the real father of Rahul? What? Are you kidding me?

So not only did Jaya cheat on Aarav, but she also lied to Aarav all those years that Rahul was his child? So the real father of Rahul is our college principal Gaurav? This is unbelievable!!


He spoke badly of Aarav then, his tone shifting to disdain. "That man was holding you back anyway, always away on trips, leaving you alone and unfulfilled. He's weak, boring, couldn't satisfy you if he tried. You deserve more than that pathetic excuse for a husband."


Jaya didn't defend Aarav, just nodded weakly through her tears, her voice small. "I know, but I'm still so sorry for him, Gaurav. He didn't deserve this, coming home to find us like that. He's a good man deep down, and I've hurt him so badly."


Gaurav tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. "Sorry? Why waste your tears on him? He never appreciated you, never made you feel alive like I do. Let him go cry somewhere else—focus on us now."


Jaya wiped her eyes, still crying. "But Aarav built this life with me, the house, the memories. I feel like a monster for doing this to him."
Gaurav's hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against her pussy, gently at first, tracing the folds with a teasing touch. 


"Monster? No, you're a woman who knows what she wants. But think about it—you didn't even get off my cock when your husband was standing right at the door, watching us. You stayed right there, moaning, like you couldn't bear to stop."


Jaya gasped, her body tensing, but she didn't pull away immediately. "Gaurav, stop talking like that. My marriage is done, over because of this. Don't make me feel worse."


He didn't stop, his fingers rubbing her pussy more insistently now, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, dipping slightly inside her wetness, his touch firm yet teasing, making her hips twitch involuntarily. "Worse? I'm just reminding you of the truth. You chose pleasure over him in that moment—own it."


Jaya started moaning softly, her refusals mixed with the sounds, her body betraying her as her thighs parted slightly. "Ohh, Gaurav, no, I can't right now. I need to follow Aarav, apologize, try to make it right. Please stop rubbing my pussy"


Gaurav shook his head, his rubbing intensifying, his thumb pressing on her clit while his fingers slid in and out rhythmically. "Follow him? Don't be silly. He won't forgive you, not after seeing that. He's gone for good—let him go. Stay here with me."


Jaya moaned louder, her head falling back, but she protested weakly. "Ahaaaahhhh, but I have to try, oooh, he might listen if I explain."
Gaurav's other hand moved to hold her boobs, cupping one fully, his palm encompassing the soft flesh, squeezing gently at first then more firmly, his thumb flicking over her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it hardened. 


He kneaded them with a possessive grip, alternating between light pinches and full massages, making her arch her back. "Listen to yourself moaning already. Aarav was never man enough for you—always too tired, too busy, too vanilla. He couldn't make you scream like I do. Forget him; he's a loser who didn't know how to keep his wife satisfied. Why cling to that when you have me?"


He continued to rub her pussy, his fingers now slick with her arousal, sliding deeper, curling inside to hit that sensitive spot, his pace quickening as her breaths came faster. Jaya was overwhelmed, her body trembling, torn between the guilt flooding her mind and the pleasure coursing through her veins, her moans growing involuntary, her hips bucking against his hand despite her words.


"Gaurav, ahh, it's too much, I can't think straight," she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets.
With a sudden move, Gaurav pushed her back onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the mattress, her legs splaying open. Jaya looked up at him, not sure, her eyes wide with confusion. "Gaurav, wait, I'm not ready for this right now, my mind is a mess."


He didn't listen, turning her over with strong hands, positioning her into doggystyle, her knees sinking into the bed, her ass raised high, cheeks parting slightly. "I didn't fuck your asshole today, Jaya. Let's fix that—it's my favorite hole of you."


Jaya cursed at him, her voice laced with frustration but also desire, not caring about her marriage anymore in that heated moment. "You bastard, Gaurav, you're such a dirty fucker, always wanting my ass like a pervert."


Gaurav laughed, starting to blame her for her slutiness, not himself. "Me? You're the one who spreads her legs for me every chance you got, begging for it like a whore in heat. This is all on you, Jaya—your slutty ways got us here."


Jaya started crying again, knowing it was the truth, her tears mixing with moans as the reality hit her. "You're right, I'm a slut, a disgusting whore who couldn't keep her legs closed. I've destroyed everything because of this."


Gaurav blamed her more, calling her whore in creative ways, his voice dripping with mock pity. "That's right, you're a cock-hungry whore, a homewrecking bitch who throws away her family for a good fuck. Look at you, ass up, ready for more even after your husband walked out."


He spit on her asshole, the warm saliva landing directly on the tight ring, dribbling down slowly, making it glisten under the room's light. Jaya put her right hand on her asshole, covering it protectively, her fingers pressing against the slick spot. "Gaurav, no, not now, it's too soon."


Gaurav became cruel, pushing her hand away roughly, his palm slapping her ass cheek with a sharp smack that left a red mark. "Move it, whore. You don't get to say no after all this."


"I'm happy I ended your marriage, Jaya," he said, his tone gleeful. "Now you're all mine, no more sharing with that idiot."
Jaya sobbed. "How can you be happy? It's cruel, Gaurav, my life is over because of you."


"Your life is better now," Gaurav replied, positioning his dick at her asshole, the head pressing against the spit-slick entrance.
With a forceful push, he thrust inside her asshole, the tight ring stretching around him, her body jolting forward. He put his left hand on her head, pushing it down into the pillow, muffling her cries, his fingers tangled in her hair.






"Take it, you tight-assed slut," he growled, saying bad things to her and her asshole. "Your hole is so greedy, swallowing my dick like it was made for this. You're a dirty anal whore, aren't you?"


He started pushing so deep, his hips slamming against her ass, the room filling with the slap of skin, her cheeks jiggling with each thrust.


Dear friends this was so good to me, watching from the door, my breath fogging the crack as I peered in. 


I love to see women being treated like sluts, the way their bodies submit even when their minds resist, the power dynamic turning them into objects of desire and degradation, their moans a symphony of surrender that makes my pulse race with forbidden excitement.


I started recording it so that I can show Rahul, removing my phone from my pocket quietly, holding it steady through the door gap, the screen capturing every thrust, every moan.


Gaurav started fucking her asshole harder, his pace relentless, grunting with effort. I wondered why Jaya was moaning like she was encouraging him, her voice rising in pleasure despite the tears, "Ohh yes, deeper, fuck my ass," as if the pain and guilt were fueling her arousal.


In long detail, the incident seconds ago of her husband just vanished in her mind, the betrayal, the tears, the slamming door—all erased by the overwhelming sensation of Gaurav's dick filling her, the physical pleasure overriding the emotional turmoil, her body taking control, chasing the high that made everything else fade into a hazy background, the guilt momentarily buried under waves of ecstasy.


"Say bad things about Aarav, Jaya, tell me how worthless he is," Gaurav forced her, his hand pressing her head harder.
"Aarav is a pathetic loser, couldn't fuck me right," Jaya moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"And your asshole? Say what a dirty hole it is," Gaurav demanded.


"My asshole is a filthy, stretched-out slut hole, made for your dick," Jaya replied, her words shocking me, the vulgarity pouring out like she was possessed.


He told her to say other really bad things, which I was shocked by, things like how she'd piss on Aarav's grave if he died, how Rahul would be better off without him. 


Jaya replied back to him, "I'd laugh if Aarav died tomorrow, he's a useless prick, Rahul doesn't need that weak father."
Then he demanded, "Give me my trousers next to you, Jaya."


I wondered why, my mind racing—what was in there that he needed now?
Jaya reached out, her arm stretching across the bed, handing him the trousers, still getting fucked, her big ass shaking with each impact, the flesh rippling like waves on water, quivering from the force.




He removed a ring from his pocket, an expensive one, gold with a large diamond sparkling under the lamp light, intricate engravings on the band.
"Remove your ring, Jaya," he demanded, his thrusts slowing slightly.


Jaya, still moaning, asked why, her voice curious amid the pleasure. "Why, Gaurav? What are you doing?"
"Because you're mine now, whore. Take off that old trash," he talked to her badly.


She removed it, sliding the wedding band off her finger, letting it drop to the floor with a soft clink.
"Turn your head, face behind," he told her, twisting her body slightly.
She did, moaning, "Ahh, what is that?"


He showed her the ring in the box as he smiled, the velvet case open in his palm.
She continued moaning, asking him, "Gaurav, oooh, what is that for?"


"It's for you, slut. A new start," he talked to her badly then told her.
Jaya responded, "You mean... oh god, really?"


Gaurav leaned forward, his dick still buried deep in her asshole, guiding the ring onto her finger with careful precision, the metal cool against her skin.


"Will you marry me, Jaya?" he asked, his voice mock-sweet amid the thrusts.
Jaya started crying emotional tears because of love, her eyes welling up with a mix of joy and confusion. "Oh Gaurav, yes, but what about Aarav? It's not good what I did to him, betraying him like this."


"Forget that fool, he's a spineless wimp who never deserved you. Marry me instead," Gaurav spoke bad of Aarav and asked her again.
Jaya gave excuses, "But we have history I can't just erase it."
"You can, and you will. Say yes," Gaurav pressed.


More back and forth, Jaya hesitating, "It's too soon, what will people think?"
"Who cares? Be mine," he insisted.


Finally, she accepted, "Yes, Gaurav, I'll marry you."
They kissed, his body leaning over hers, lips meeting in a deep, passionate lock, his dick still in her asshole in doggy style, the position awkward but intense.


Dear friends, this was the most erotic marriage proposal ever I have seen, emphasizing why—the raw mix of domination and romance, the proposal happening mid-fuck, her ass impaled as he slid the ring on, turning a moment of betrayal into one of commitment, the vulgarity blending with tenderness in a way that was both shocking and captivating.


After the kiss, he continued fucking her asshole, making him say bad things, "Take this dick, you ring-wearing whore, your new life starts with my cum in your ass."


Jaya said harsh things about Aarav, speaking like a slut, "Aarav's a tiny-dicked failure, I hate him, fuck me harder, make me your wife-slut."
She was such a slut, not caring about her husband anymore, her moans filling the room, body surrendering completely, the guilt evaporated, replaced by lustful abandon, her words dripping with disdain for the man she'd just lost

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