Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[Namard pati]

https://xossipy.com/thread-66981-page-15.html



पूरे इंटरनेट की सबसे डिटेल बढ़िया मस्त interfaith based cuckold story

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 29 - May 2nd

I closed the video file. Acid churned in my gut. Was the "unsafe day" truly her shield? Or another flimsy wall hastily rebuilt over Lakhan's rubble? Yet that choked whisper,  "Not that we can..."  hung like a hook in my brain. She offered her mouth. Freely. Not Lakhan's forced gag reflex, but surrender shaped like a gift. Didn't that mean  everything ?


I opened the Sunday file which was April 30th , a grainy timestamp bleeding across the screen 8:03 AM. Dhristi stood at the kitchen counter, knuckles white around a knife handle. Not slicing vegetables. Stabbing air. Her eyes bloodshot, swollen weren't red from weeping. No. Pupils dilated, jaw clenched tight. Flushed crimson with pure, volcanic rage. The kind that boils beneath skin like molten lava. In the recording, I'd seen regret her "unsafe day" excuse twisting into shame. But now? That trembling fury? It screamed betrayal. Not for stopping intimacy. For rejecting her desperate offering. Her mouth a sacred compromise spat upon.

Suddenly, on-screen me stumbled into frame sleep-rumpled pajamas, rubbing tired eyes. Approached her from behind. Arms encircled her waist. Gentle. Seeking warmth. Dhristi froze. Knife clattered onto marble. Then violently she shoved backwards. Elbow jammed hard into my solar plexus. Breath exploded from my lungs on camera. She whirled around, chest heaving, eyes blazing. "Chhodo mujhe!" she spat. Not tearful. Furious. Raw. "Just... leave me!" The shove wasn't rejection. It was scorched-earth fury. Because I hadn't taken what she'd tried to give. Because I hadn't understood her choked " Not that we can... " was a key to unlock her. Blissful ignorance wasn't bliss. It was blindness. Deadly blindness.

I just slung back to the sofa. Collapsed like broken furniture. The leather groaned beneath my weight, cold against my skin. Silence coiled thick and heavy in the flat a living thing breathing malice into every corner. Dhristi moved through the rooms like a ghost, rigid and deliberate. Her footsteps barely whispered on marble, yet each step echoed like gunshots. When she passed me a blur of blue salwar in periphery the air crackled. Arctic. Hostile. Not a word exchanged. Not a glance. Only the electric sting of unspoken venom. Her knuckles, gripping a broom handle in the hallway feed, shone bone-white. Mine tightened on the remote until plastic creaked. Blissful ignorance? Obliterated. Replaced by a glacier grinding us both to dust.

Hours crawled. Pointless TV chatter burbled a cricket match I couldn't name, commercials screeching bright lies. Dhristi scrubbed the kitchen counter raw. Again. And again. Steel wool rasped across granite like fingernails scbanging slate. Once, I caught her reflection in the black TV screen: shoulders hunched, jaw locked tight, eyes blazing crimson fury. Not sorrow. Pure, distilled rage. At me? At Lakhan? At herself? Didn’t matter. The fridge door slammed shut. Parathas lay uneaten on the counter, hardening into leathery monuments to our war. My stomach twisted. Hunger gnawed, but the thought of chewing that brittle silence choked me. Cold seeped deeper. Into my bones. Into the marrow where trust used to live. Blissful ignorance felt like paradise lost.

Midnight bled across the CCTV timestamp. Grainy grayscale swallowed the flat. Shadows pooled thick in corners. Bedroom feed clicked open. There we were two corpses laid side-by-side beneath thin cotton sheets. My spine pressed rigid against her spine. A cold canyon of mattress stretched between us. Not touching. Not breathing. Just... existing. Back-to-back. Like enemies sharing a trench. Her shoulder blades sharp ridges under blue cotton rose and fell in shallow, controlled breaths. Too controlled. Too quiet. Asleep? Unlikely. Every muscle screamed tension. Mine mirrored hers locked tight against the urge to turn, to bridge the chasm, to beg. But Lakhan’s ghost leered between us. His fingerprints bruised my knuckles where her nails had drawn blood. His laughter echoed in the hollow beneath her ribs where my hand should’ve rested. Blissful ignorance wasn’t dead. It was rigor mortis.

I checked the next file, it was May 1st Labour Day. . I remembered small gathering at the office courtyard, awkward speeches about worker solidarity while Javed Khan handed out cheap sweet boxes. . Sent home early. Dhristi wouldn’t be alone. Lakhan wouldn’t dare come then. Pointless. . Thumb jammed the remote. Hard. Plastic cracked. May 2nd flickered to life larger file. Longer footage. Stomach clenched. Acid bile rose.

Fast-forwarded speed blurring Dhristi’s robotic motions: scrubbing floors, folding laundry, staring blankly at walls. Clock blinked 12:57 PM. Then suddenly she moved. Purposeful. Unhurried. Entered the bedroom off-frame. Reappeared minutes later. Transformed.

Red.cotton saree, dbangd low on her hips, pleats sharp as knife blades. Sleeved blouse pale orange, thin cotton clinging to sweat-damp shoulders. Hair pinned tight, severe knot exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. No jewelry. Just that defiant slash of color against the beige sofa. She perched on the edge, spine rigid, hands folded neatly in her lap. Waiting. Not anxious. Resigned. Ready. Like a condemned prisoner facing the firing squad.

Doorbell screamed. Sharp. Insistent. Dhristi flinched tiny, involuntary jerk then smoothed her saree pallu. Rose. Slow. Deliberate. Feet bare on cold marble, silent. No hesitation at the latch. Fingers twisted deadbolt. Pulled the heavy wood open.

Lakhan stood framed. Broad shoulders blocking the hallway light. Same predatory stance. Same thick neck, same coiled arrogance radiating off him like cheap cologne. But the smirk? Missing. Lips pressed thin. Eyes bloodshot, deep-set skimmed past her, scanning the flat’s emptiness. No greeting. No grab. He brushed past her, shoulder bumping hers roughly, a habitual invasion of space.

Dhristi flinched instinct coiled tight but stood frozen. saree rustled softly. Her knuckles, gripping the door edge, bleached bone-white. She shut the door. Slow. Click of deadbolt echoing unnaturally loud.

Lakhan strode past broad shoulders slicing through stagnant air. He didn't shove her. Didn't grab her throat. Didn't peel off his belt. Instead, he collapsed onto the sofa leather groaning spread his legs wide. Possessive. But hollow. No smirk. No taunt. Eyes bloodshot pits fixed blankly on the muted TV screen. Dust motes danced in the shaft of afternoon light cutting across his bowed head. The silence curdled.

Dhristi remained frozen at the door, fingers still curled around cold wood. Knuckles white. Saree pleats trembling. She’d braced for his fist. His teeth sinking into her collarbone. His cock ramming her throat. Not... this weary slump. This dangerous quiet. Lakhan’s gaze snapped sideways sudden, sharp pinning her. "Aaja," he ordered. Flat. Lifeless. No ' chinal '. No ' randi '. Just ' sit '. His palm slapped the cushion beside him. Once. Twice. Final. Not an invitation. A command stripped bare.

She moved automaton limbs crackling with tension. Bare feet slid whisper-soft over marble. Cold seeped through thin soles. She perched at sofa’s farthest edge body rigid pole, spine straining away. Flushed silk pooled between them: Lakhan’s sprawl, Dhristi’s brittle posture. His thigh brushed hers. She jerked sideways, a skittish animal. He didn’t notice. Eyes locked on dust motes dancing before the blank TV screen. Silence thickened suffocating, viscous. Heavy with ghosts of past gags, past blows, past come splattering her breasts.

Suddenly, Lakhan shifted. Turned fully toward her. Not grabbing. Not mocking. His hand broad, knuckles scarred from bar fights rose slowly. Hesitated mid-air. Dhristi flinched violently, shoulders curling inward, fists tightening in her lap.

"I'm sorry for that day," Lakhan rasped. Voice thick, rough like gravel dragged over broken glass. Unfamiliar syllables catching in his throat. "Main snap ho gaya tha." He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing against the tight collar of his cheap polyester shirt. "Called you a warm hole and all..." The apology hung between them ugly, misshapen. Not repentance. Something raw and jagged scbangd from somewhere deep. Dhristi stared at his throat, not his eyes. Her breath hitched shallow, terrified. Not fear. Shock. Disbelief curdling into nausea. Lakhan never apologized. Never acknowledged the bruises blooming beneath her saree.

His hand twitched toward her thigh. Stopped. Fingers curling inward. "Got a call," he continued, voice dropping low a scowl etched deep into the furrow between his brows. "From the income tax bastard." A sharp, bitter laugh escaped him hollow, grating stone. "Telling me the revision file wasn't proper." He leaned in closer the stale smell of cheap whiskey and stale sweat clinging to him. Dhristi recoiled instinctively cold marble pressing against her spine. "And I blamed him," Lakhan spat venom dripping from each word. "Your husband. For screwing it twice." His knuckles whitened against his knee scarred knuckles tightening. "And then..." He paused eyes narrowing searching her face. "...you had the audacity." The word hissed cold, deadly. "To tell me to fuck in your pussy." A cruel smirk twisted his lips gone as quickly as it appeared. "So I got pissed." He shrugged a brutal, dismissive gesture. "And did things." Silence screamed heavy, suffocating. The admission wasn't remorse it was ownership. He'd broken her because she'd dared offer herself  willingly  when his fragile ego had already shattered.

Dhristi’s breath caught a tiny gasp trapped in her throat. Her rigid spine softened imperceptibly. Shoulders slumped relief flooding her trembling limbs like warm water. Eyes flickered wet, hopeful toward his bowed head. Was it possible? Had her silent endurance finally cracked him? Did this guttural confession ugly, crude mean his monstrous shell was finally crumbling? Her fingers clenched tight in her lap relaxed slightly pale orange silk pooling loose. A sigh escaped barely audible a fragile flutter of released tension. Maybe  maybe  the nightmare was ending. Maybe cruelty could thaw. Maybe

“Doesn’t mean I care for you,” Lakhan snapped voice cracking abrupt cold across the fragile silence like ice breaking. He didn’t look at her kept eyes fixed on dust motes swirling before the blank screen. His thumb dug violently into his thigh knuckles whitening. “Or want some fucking affair.” The words flat ruthless slapped her tentative hope dead. Dhristi flinched a full-body jerk as if struck physically. The softness vanished spine locked steel fingers clawing silk again. Hope? Stupidity. Naive village fool her mind screamed. Lakhan shifted broad shoulders rolling a dismissive shrug tearing the last shred of illusion. “You’re still just timepass.” His lip curled cruel contemptuous. “Warm hole I use till I get bored.” He leaned back leather squeaking legs spreading wider possession stamped in every line. “Quit anytime.” Finality absolute like slamming a coffin lid.

Dhristi’s breath hitched sharp jagged pain slicing through relief. Her chest tightened ribs locking against the sudden vacuum where hope had fluttered moments before. Eyes burned dry furious. Not tears. Scalding shame. For daring to believe. For offering her throat and having it spat upon. Twice. First by Manav’s cowardly gentleness now by Lakhan’s brutal honesty. Her nails bit deeper into palm red silk crumpling like crushed petals beneath her grip. She stared straight ahead at the mute television screen reflection blurred distorted. Like her life. Like her worth. Warm hole. Timepass. Truth tasted like bile.

Lakhan sighed heavy weary a bull exhausted from goring. He stretched languidly leather groaning beneath his weight fingers laced behind his thick neck. Eyes raked over Dhristi’s rigid profile lingering on the defiant slash of crimson silk low on her hips the vulnerable curve of her neck exposed by the severe knot. A slow predatory smile spread across his face not cruel. Calculating. Hungry. "Achha..." his voice rumbled low thick with sudden purpose cutting through the suffocating silence. "Aaj teri choot chodunga finally." The vulgarity landed blunt brutal. Not a question. A decree. Dhristi froze statue carved from ice silk trembling the only betrayal. No flinch. No gasp. Acceptance settled heavy cold in her gut. This was her currency. Her only value. Warm hole.

He uncoiled from the sofa sudden fluid grace surprising for his bulk. Didn’t grab her throat didn’t sneer didn’t mock her trembling. Instead Lakhan stood imposing blocking the weak afternoon light reached down calloused palm open rough fingers stained yellow by cheap cigarettes hovering inches from her bare forearm. "Chal," he commanded flat stripped of inflection. Not gentle. Efficient. Dhristi’s breath hitched shallow trapped behind clenched teeth. Her eyes wide wet fixed on his open palm surreal threat. He’d always taken her here claimed her like an animal on the worn leather couch rutting fast brutal leaving her bruised semen cooling on thighs. This... this slow deliberate pull towards the bedroom doorway dark yawned like a maw felt terrifyingly intimate. An upgrade? Or deeper descent? Her stomach lurched nausea warring with twisted relief. At least the couch held no pretense.

Dhristi rose stiff automaton knees cracking protest. Bare feet slid whisper-soft marble cold biting soles. Lakhan didn’t touch her didn’t steer just walked ahead broad shoulders cutting path hallway shadows swallowing him whole. She followed trailing crimson silk ghost silent pallu clutched tight knuckles bone-white. t. Each step tightened coil terror anticipation vice grip lungs breath ragged shallow. Bedroom threshold loomed darker colder. Lakhan paused silhouette framed doorway blocking retreat. He didn’t turn. Didn’t glance back. Dhristi stopped heartbeat hammering ribs frantic trapped bird.

Suddenly he pivoted fast startling fluid motion. Eyes bloodshot pits locked hers no apology now pure feral hunger. "Time nahi hai zyada," Lakhan barked voice gravel sharp command slicing fragile silence. "Panties utaar. Saree upar karo. Bed ke kinare doggie position mein jhuk." No please. No preamble. Raw directive stripped bare efficiency fuck.

Dhristi froze statue carved ice silk trembling betrayal. Knuckles bleached bone-white clutching crimson pallu. Unlike last explosion volcanic rage kitchen knife stabbing air... silence. Thick suffocating swallowing dissent whole. She didn't plead didn't flee didn't scream "safe day nahi" like shattered shield. Instead brittle automaton fingers moved: hook slipped waistband cotton panties slid soundless pooling pale orange puddle floor ankles. Cold marble bit bare soles. Saree pleats sharp knife blades hitched swift brutal jerk bunching coarse red cotton waist exposing trembling pale hips curve vulnerable hollow spine base. No trembling hesitation now. Eager? Desperate? Mechanical? She crawled bed edge knees sinking thin mattress springs groaning protest. Hands braced headboard cheap plywood digging palms. Arched spine sharp bowstring trembling tension. Buttocks lifted offering flushed silk-sheathed mound trembling invitation. Face buried pillow muffling breath ragged shame triumphant submission warring skin. Waiting. Doggie position obedient bitch. Eager? Starved? For degradation? For validation? For end?

Lakhan moved glacier slow deliberate predator circling wounded prey. Boots heavy thuds deliberate paced stopped behind her spread trembling thighs. Rough calloused palm flat landed warm sudden shock jolting Dhristi gasp choked pillow. Not slap. Claiming possession stamping flesh. Lingered skin heated imprint burning. Then fingers spidering slow dragging silk petticoat bunched waist higher exposing naked flesh inch devastating inch. Cool air kissed wetness she hadn't acknowledged burning slickness pooling folds betrayal. Crimson saree pooled hips useless shield now.

His breath hot humid gust hit base spine exposed. Low whistle appreciation sharp painful intimate mockery cutting silence. "Haan dekh," Lakhan rasped voice thick amusement laced steel. "Teri choot toh pehle se hi geeli hai." Observation dropped stone cold water shocking Dhristi stillness deeper rigid terror. Wetness? Her traitorous body responding horror shame dripping proof submission. Knuckles whitened grip cheap plywood headboard digging splinters palms. Face deeper buried suffocating pillow desperate hide scalding shame wetness betrayal. Silence screamed louder sweat trickling temple cold trail fear.

Lakhan chuckled low vibration predatory satisfaction thrumming air. Fingers tightened possessive grip hips dug bruising ridges skin yanked backwards sudden brutal arch deeper presentation slick folds glistening shaft afternoon light. Thick cockhead hot blunt nudged parted lips labia dragging slow deliberate agonising tease scbanging sensitive skin raw nerves flaring sensation. Dhristi gasped muffled strangled cry torn pillowcase fabric lips involuntary shudder rippling spine legs trembling anticipation fear disgust twisted pleasure impossible deny. Body betrayed mind screaming violation physical response undeniable shameful slickness pooling hotter betrayal.

Smirk widening cruel confirmation victory eyes drinking trembling submission Lakhan pressed forward relentless pressure breached yielding entrance slick burning stretch forced gasp ripped throat choked sob wince pain sharp flaring buried instantly deeper invasion slick wet heat engulfed him inch brutal conquering thrust. No gentleness no easing just ownership claiming conquered territory forcing surrender body yielding depths moan escaped ragged involuntary surrender vile pleasure shame inseparable colliding blinding white agony ecstasy betrayal womb.

"Abhi bhi adapt nahi hui mere lund se?" Lakhan sneered voice dripping mockery hips pistoning faster deeper grinding pubic bone bruising sensitive mound contemptuous laughter echoing damp room. Dhristi cried openly unrestrained wretched symphony choked gasps ragged moans sharp yelps agony exquisite torment body rocking violently bed frame protesting squeals hands clawing cheap wood splintering palms face twisted pillowcase muffled screams tears pooling damp cotton humiliation scalding skin proof vile submission core deep treacherous hunger bloomed undeniable shameful wetness gushing betrayal slickening thrusts ease humiliation deepening echoing Lakhan’s cruel taunt truth undeniable beastly size brutal rhythm still foreign terrifying yet body craved violated depths screamed yes even as soul wept violation.

"Kitna chikni choot hai teri!" Lakhan groaned gruff amazement thick fingers digging deeper bruised flesh hips snapping sharper piston-fire precision cockhead battering swelling G-spot relentless jackhammer blows Dhristi arched impossibly higher spine screaming protest tremors wracking thighs uncontrollable shuddering violent convulsions seized control suffocating gasp ripped throat raw "AAAAH!" primal scream tore pillow forced oblivion sharp blinding bliss detonated shattered shame humiliation obliterating thought consciousness pure electric wildfire scorched nerve endings convulsing violently milking agonizing ecstasy betrayal slick inner walls pulsing spasmodic fierce rhythmic clenching betrayal victory triumphant degradation conquered conquered conquered body surrendered utterly weeping uncontrollably tears mucus pooling silk saree bunched waist triumphant moans escaping ravaged throat vile pleasure undeniable.

Dhristi’s body went limp rag doll boneless collapsing bed still impaled Lakhan chuckled low cruel satisfaction surveying wreckage claimed territory hips slowing grinding deep possessively stretching gaping entrance sore swollen labia stinging protest rough pubic hair rasping tender mound bruises blooming already painful beautiful artwork ownership thumb dragged roughly lower back tracing sweat-slick spine mocking tenderness "Aaj toh full enjoy kar liya tune" he remarked flat accusation disguised observation Dhristi whimpered pitifully face buried sodden pillow shame scalding hotter tears silent admission truth undeniable body sang brutal violation mind recoiled horror betrayal self-loathing curdling stomach bile.

My knuckles whitened grip plastic desk edge desktop screen flickered grainy CCTV angle bedroom Lakhan’s thick cock slick glistening wetness Dhristi’s swollen folds withdrawing slowly leaving gaping pink entrance dripping semen betrayal Dhristi turned head sideways profile slack exhausted tear-streaked cheeks flushed crimson blissful release etched slack mouth lips bruised parted soft groan escaped unconscious surrender ecstasy rippled spent muscles shock jagged bolt jealousy seared gut white hot acid rage impotent cowardice clawing throat bile rising violent urge smash screen smash Lakhan’s grinning face smash Dhristi’s blissful exhaustion betrayal screamed louder CCTV feed.

Instinctively glanced down fabric tented painfully rigid erection straining cotton pajamas impossible deny undeniable shameful arousal shamefully leaking precum dampening underwear disgust curdled stomach bile mocking laughter echoing skull watched wife brutalized violated yet cock hardened betraying vile fascination twisted voyeurism porn movie unfolding reality Dhristi arched moaning Lakhan’s thrusts sweat slick back trembling ecstasy my cock throbbed painful pulse yearning denial impossible Dhristi never looked destroyed pleasure with my  gentle touch cowardly inept strokes Lakhan’s brutal invasion unlocked primal surrender body craved betrayal undeniable proof vile truth CCTV footage screamed Dhristi enjoyed degradation thrived brutal possession Lakhan’s property hole worthless husband mere spectator cuckold.

Grainy screen Lakhan’s hips pistoned relentless jackhammer precision sweat poured thick rivulets carving paths dusty neck soaking cheap white shirt back muscles corded straining effort exertion Dhristi’s pale skin flushed crimson violent heat bloom spreading shoulders back trembling thighs slick shining sweat pooling hollow spine flushed buttocks clenched tight desperate rhythm involuntary squeezing milking brutal invasion forcing deeper guttural groan escape Lakhan raw exertion admiration Dhristi’s choked gasps escalated frantic keening bordering scream ragged torn ragged agony ecstasy inseparable body slamming violently bed frame protesting squeal metallic groan springs protesting relentless assault ten minutes nonstop violence Dhristi’s body visibly strained unused endurance trembling legs buckling held position sheer terror submission anticipation unbearable pleasure explosion building visibly uncontrollable tremors rippling thighs clenching inner muscles fluttering desperate involuntary contractions betrayal betrayal betrayal.

Dhristi’s head thrown back exposing fragile throat tendons stretched taut silent scream frozen lips face contorted anguish pleasure sweat dripping chin pooling clavicle hollow eyes clenched tight tears mingling sweat tracks cheeks body arched impossibly higher presenting slick swollen folds brutal pounding Lakhan’s thick cock glistened obscenely wetness streaked thighs each brutal withdrawal dragging convulsive shudder rippling through Dhristi involuntary whimper escaping throat desperate involuntary hungry instinctive thrust backwards meeting brutal penetration deeper harder gasp ripped wet audible desperate surrender wrung Lakhan’s lips curling cruel smirk triumph twisting knife deeper confirmation victory vile truth undeniable Dhristi body craved brutality thrived degradation worshipped size endurance my pathetic inept minutes laughable comparison humiliation scalding bile rising my  own throat mirroring Dhristi’s choked gasp grainy screen.


Suddenly violent convulsions seized Dhristi uncontrollable tremors wracking entire frame spine lock rigid hips grinding frantic circles desperate friction chasing impossible peak breath ragged gasping torn pillowcase choked scream ripped raw "AAAAH!" primal sound torn depths soul eyes rolled white terrifyingly vacant horrifying tongue lolling slack mouth grotesque mask ecstatic agony bliss tearing mind body shreds violent contractions milking Lakhan’s buried cock deep throbbing pulse betrayal slick inner walls pulsing fierce rhythmic clenching undeniable involuntary betrayal victory triumphant degradation conquered conquered conquered Dhristi surrendered utterly weeping uncontrollably tears mucus drooling chin pooling crimson silk saree bunched waist triumphant moans escaping ravaged throat vile pleasure undeniable horrifyingly beautiful terrifyingly raw savagely honest.

Lakhan froze mid-thrust sudden shock rippling scarred face thick eyebrows knitted confusion disbelief rough hands paused bruising grip hips cock buried deep pulsating inside convulsing sheath unexpected intensity sheer raw vocal abandon genuine participation unlike previous silent endured violations stunned momentary pause breath hitching audible low grunt escaped lips "Arre wah..." genuine surprise laced grudging admiration twisted smirk momentarily faltering witnessing Dhristi’s complete uninhibited surrender body wracked aftershocks violent tremors tongue still protruding grotesquely eyes unfocused white terror bliss exquisite unbearable peak crashing relentless waves submerging consciousness drowning shame pure sensation overwhelming impossible deny.

Dhristi floated blissful floating cocoon detached weightless sensations shimmering warm honey flowed veins nerve endings humming fading resonance exquisite peace stolen violation momentarily meaningless sensation overwhelming washing clean soul glorious oblivion floating nothingness pure empty bliss sanctuary found depths degradation impossible cruel paradox serene silence shattered brutal movement beneath Lakhan recovered instantly predatory instinct overriding momentary surprise hips pistoned viciously renewed vicious jackhammer rhythm deeper harder cruelly fast slamming pubic bone directly swollen clit awakening raw screaming nerves violently wrenching Dhristi crashing reality gasp choked ragged scream ripped throat agony exquisite torment "Nahi! Bas...bas...ruk jao!" plea torn ragged desperate involuntary tears instantly resurfacing scalding trails cheeks interrupting fragile sanctuary viciously stolen pleasure agony ecstasy inseparable searing white hot knife twisting guts betrayal deeper Lakhan ignored panting exertion sweat stinging eyes dripping chin concentration fixed conquest endurance test pushing limits deeper harder faster cruel punishment enjoying bliss hole.

The brutal pace escalated relentless pounding Dhristi’s body slammed violently protesting bed frame metallic groan springs collapsing unevenly beneath chaotic rhythm Lakhan’s thick cock pistoned slick swollen channel burning stretch friction raw nerves flaring blinding sharp sensation Dhristi gasped choked wet sounds torn throat involuntary thrusts backwards meeting penetration deeper harder desperate hungry betrayal vile pleasure impossible deny shame deeper blurring vision tears streaming freely betraying anguished ecstasy building visibly again stomach muscles tightening thighs trembling violently uncontrollable tremors rippling across sweat-slick skin second wave approaching terrifyingly fast unstoppable tsunami threatening obliteration knew couldn't survive intensity shame knowing Lakhan witnessing complete surrender vile proof undeniable truth Dhristi craved brutality thrived degradation physical response screaming louder humiliation echoing Lakhan’s mocking taunts mind recoiling horror body sang betrayal slick wetness gushing freely lubrication facilitating deeper violation easier shameful betrayal.

Lakhan drove harder deeper vicious jackhammer precision hips slamming pubic bone directly against swollen clit sensitive bundle nerves screaming agony pleasure unbearable sensation each impact detonating sharp blinding sparks behind clenched eyelids Dhristi arched impossibly higher spine screaming silent protest convulsions wracking legs uncontrollable shuddering violent tremors seized control suffocating gasp ripped throat raw ragged scream tore pillow forced oblivion sharp electric bliss detonated shattered shame humiliation obliterating thought consciousness pure wildfire scorched nerve endings convulsing violently milking agonizing ecstasy betrayal slick inner walls pulsing fierce rhythmic clenching spasmodic involuntary betrayal victory Lakhan froze mid-thrust thick cock buried deep pulsating inside convulsing sheath sudden shock rippling scarred face thick eyebrows knitted confusion disbelief rough hands paused bruising grip hips cock throbbed violently intense pressure building base shaking thighs sweat pouring thick rivulets dusty temples jaw clenched tight teeth grinding audible low guttural groan escaping lips primal sound victory imminent release claiming territory conquering bitch completely.

Just as Lakhan arched back spine rigid corded neck tendons straining thick cock swelling impossibly wider throbbing deep inside Dhristi’s slick convulsing channel ready explode hot thick ropes semen claiming ownership fertilizing worthless hole forever marking property Dhristi’s eyes snapped wide panic terror realization slicing bliss stupor face contorted raw fear breath hitched ragged gasp ripped throat "Nahi...andar mat...mera safe day nahi hai...nahi!" desperate shout torn panting voice shrill terror-stricken choked sob interrupting impending climax command plea boundary forgotten violation imminent unbearable consequence pregnancy .

Lakhan froze mid-thrust instant shock rippling scarred face thick eyebrows shot skyward disbelief etched harsh lines disbelief twisting brutal features rough hands instinctively wrenched bruising grip hips yanking backwards violent jerk tearing cock free swollen dripping entrance shockingly abrupt Dhristi cried sharp gasp pain betrayal raw burning emptiness instantly replacing fullness body instinctively arched backwards seeking lost penetration confusion terror warring face Lakhan stumbled half-step back boots thudding marble recoiling surprise unintended retreat thick angry cock pulsed violently slick glistening tip aimed directly Dhristi kneeling doggie position trembling thighs pale buttocks lifted high air jet hot thick viscous semen erupted violently unexpected force first thick rope splattering warm wet shock across trembling thighs pale skin shock jolting gasp choked Dhristi recoiling instinctively betrayal violation deeper staining silk saree pooled hips marking territory anew.

He recovered instantly predatory instinct snapping reflexes quicker thought scarred lips curling contemptuous sneer rough calloused hands grabbed own jerking shaft viciously pumping twice three times furious angry strokes thick ropes flying rapid succession splattering warm thick wetness across Dhristi’s arched back shoulders trembling shoulder blades pooling hollow spine dripping crimson silk saree abdomen thighs spreading warm sticky trails betrayal humiliation marking canvas skin Dhristi flinched violently each hot splatter choked sob escaping bruised lips tears mingling sweat semen dripping chin humiliation scalding bile rising throat unable move frozen position commanded Lakhan’s low guttural groan escaped lips exertion satisfaction watching semen coat trembling flesh artwork ownership claiming prize visibly enjoying humiliation renewed gleamed cruel eyes triumphant smirk twisting lips wider watching Dhristi shudder uncontrollably violated stained kneeling ruin conquered bitch whimpering incoherently beneath semen shower.

"Safe day, huh?" Lakhan spat venomously buttoning trousers coarse voice thick exertion panting breaths harsh rasping room "Bitch ruined perfect fucking moment!" Accusation hung thick choking air palpable anger radiating scarred frame shoulders tensed corded neck veins bulging fury Dhristi curled tighter instinctively shielding face trembling violently muffled whimpers escaping pillow anticipating blow punishment inevitable consequence boundary dared asserted defiance violation Lakhan adjusted belt buckle viciously tight metallic click echoing finality cold marble silence punctuated Dhristi’s ragged gasps Lakhan snatched the bedsheet and wiped glistening tip carelessly flung soiled cloth landed Dhristi’s sweat-slick back mocking gesture dismissal contempt deeper stain humiliation blotting skin discarded rag.

He stormed without glance slammed bedroom door violently shuddering frame Dhristi flinched convulsively tears flowing freely scalding trails cheeks mingling Lakhan’s semen drying sticky trails back thighs abdomen silk saree ruined crimson stained grotesque canvas ownership humiliation footsteps thudded hallway heavy boot heel cracking tile fury Dhristi heard muttered curses "Saali randi...pura mood kharab...time waste..." fading front door slammed thunderous echo vibrating walls entire house trembling violation aftermath 

[tharkibudda]

[Rockket Raja]

That was an excellent update. Dhristi got what she yearned.

[masochist]

What happened to this update bro, did you check? No full stops whole paragraph full sentence. Hard to read

[Vasanthan]

Amazing one. Though she had tears, her pussy is completely satisfied.

[Kartikjessie]

Wonderful dude. Can you please give the english translation next to hindi for non hindi readers.

[NovelNavel]

Super excellent narration friend !!

[fanofallnature]

Chapter 29 - May 2nd

I closed the video file. Acid churned in my gut. Was the "unsafe day" truly her shield? Or another flimsy wall hastily rebuilt over Lakhan's rubble? Yet that choked whisper,  "Not that we can..."  hung like a hook in my brain. She offered her mouth. Freely. Not .............Silence screamed louder sweat trickling temple cold trail fear.

Lakhan chuckled .......betrayal.

Smirk ...........as soul wept violation.

"Kitna chikni choot hai teri!" .......curdling stomach bile.

My knuckles whitened........... trembling violation aftermath 

Excellent update and matching pictures

[Cuckhubby54]

Great story

[tharkibudda]

What happened to this update bro, did you check? No full stops whole paragraph full sentence. Hard to read

Sorry this week writing was all over the place...I will take better note of it next time...

[tharkibudda]

Wonderful dude. Can you please give the english translation next to hindi for non hindi readers.

TBF, I'm a non native speaker of Hindi and used translate service to make it authentic....I'll use english from now on

[ray.rowdy]

Mate, I am a fan of your writing from the very first day itself. There is no doubt about your writing prowess. You are an excellent writer.

The latest post of yours is a mess. The absence of punctuation marks makes it a very bad experience to go through. Have you thought of editing it? Or, reposting it with all the necessary changes? I would say you definitely consider it. Don't let your this masterpiece be down just for a one chapter.

Bdw, are you the same tharkibuddha who writes in literotica?

[xavierrxx]

Awesome writing.

Lakhan should not care about her safety days. He should fill her womb every time. She has to find a way out if she does not want the baby.

[tharkibudda]

Mate, I am a fan of your writing from the very first day itself. There is no doubt about your writing prowess. You are an excellent writer.

The latest post of yours is a mess. The absence of punctuation marks makes it a very bad experience to go through. Have you thought of editing it? Or, reposting it with all the necessary changes? I would say you definitely consider it. Don't let your this masterpiece be down just for a one chapter.

Bdw, are you the same tharkibuddha who writes in literotica?

Sorry Ray....I can see only after posting my last update wasnt good or even readable. Unfortunately, Having a lot of issues being taken care at home that I dont have time to edit it again. 

I promise the readers to give better updates next time

Yes, i'm in Literotica too.

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 30 - May 2nd - Aftermath

Door slammed hallway thunderous vibration rattling walls echoing emptiness Dhristi flinched violent recoil curled tighter fetal position knees drawn chest chin tucked trembling uncontrollably warm sticky trails semen cooling rapidly thighs belly abdomen viscous wetness shifting gravity pooling hollow spine trickling crevices shame physical reminder brutal possession violation burning phantom ache deep core mocking emptiness betrayed pleasure throbbed nerve endings echoes ecstasy mingled disgust bile rising throat choked sob escaped bruised lips tears flowing freely mingling sweat semen pooling crimson silk saree bunched waist ruined garment symbol shattered dignity discarded like sheet.


Yet… unlike last time, she had no qualms over that. No frantic scramble bathroom scrub raw skin purge violation humiliation no muffled screams despair muffled shower spray tearing skin bleeding raw shame Lakhan’s degrading words echoing skull relentless torment. Dhristi lay utterly still trembling subsiding gradually chaotic tremors replaced deep shuddering breaths inhaled ragged gasp exhaled soft sigh unexpected contentment ghost sensation flickered across flushed tear-streaked face bewildering contradiction despair bliss warring fractured psyche.

Her face was totally flustered—cheeks crimson heat blooming neck chest radiating visible warmth sweat-damp tendrils hair plastered temples brow furrowed confusion yet corners bruised lips trembled hint upturn traitorous curve betraying bliss residue swirling chaotic aftermath violent degradation betrayal mingling potent undeniable relief release mind-blanking peak achieved brutal possession surrendered utterly conquered conquered conquered.

She was glowing with the orgasm—not metaphorically literal incandescence skin flushed deep rose gold shimmering sweat semen coating trembling shoulders arched back pooling hollow spine abdomen inner thighs slick wetness mingling arousal shame undeniable evidence body sang betrayal nerve endings humming fading resonance aftershocks rippling muscles convulsive twitches thighs clenched rhythm milking phantom cock deep core emptiness throbbed phantom ache echoing fullness violent ecstasy ripped shreds defences raw primal surrender conquered bitch owned claimed permanently Lakhan’s semen cooling rapidly sticky trails marking territory canvas skin branding humiliation paradoxically igniting fierce glow pride accomplishment endured survived thrived degradation worshipped conqueror.

Dhristi remained motionless frozen position except shallow breaths lifting ribs slight tremors subsiding gradually chaotic tremoring replaced deep shuddering inhales exhales soft sighs unexpected contentment ghost sensation flickered flushed tear-streaked face bewildering contradiction despair bliss warring fractured psyche corners bruised lips trembled hint upward curve traitorous flicker betraying bliss residue swirling chaotic aftermath violent degradation betrayal mingling potent undeniable relief release mind-blanking peak achieved brutal possession surrendered utterly conquered conquered conquered.

As I watched the footage frozen on the computer screen—Lakhan’s semen glistening on Dhristi’s arched back like some fucked-up trophy—I didn’t realize my own hand had slid beneath my waistband. Not until my knuckles scbangd the zipper. Rock hard. Throbbing against my palm like traitorous pulse.

"Saala..." The curse hissed through clenched teeth. Disbelief coiled cold in my gut. There she was—my wife—glowing. Literally fucking glowing beneath that bastard’s filth, sweat-slick skin flushed rose-gold in the CCTV’s grainy green haze. Bruised lips trembling into something close to a smile. And me? Harder than the office desk digging into my thigh. Pissed. So fucking pissed at her for riding that orgasm like some cheap whore begging for more. But my cock didn’t care. It strained against denim, shameless. Hungry. Rewinding that moment her spine arched, screaming silent into the pillow while Lakhan emptied himself on her.

All these days—nights spent rewatching her weep silently, shoulders curled tight after he’d finished—I’d pitied her. *Poor Dhristi*, I’d whisper to myself, *forced*. But this? This wasn’t submission. This was… fucking triumph. Her body hummed with it. Still curled on the bed, tremors still rippling through her thighs. Like a warrior resting after slaughtering the enemy. Not a victim. Not *my* wife.

The CCTV didn’t lie. Lakhan’s cum drying on her spine like paint. Her lips bruised, swollen—but curving. Just slightly. Just enough to carve a hole through my ribs. Like she’d tasted something sacred. Something I never gave her in eight months of marriage. Gentle touches? Slow kisses? Useless. Weak. She needed this. Craved the degradation that twisted my stomach. Her glow wasn’t sweat. It wasn’t anger. It was pleasure. Pure. Unfiltered. Bliss ripped open by Lakhan’s cock.

I rewound it. Again. That moment when she froze—eyes wide—before screaming "Nahi! Andar mat!" Panic? Or performance? Because seconds later, when he ripped himself out and painted her back, she arched into the emptiness. Like starved. And when he jerked off onto her? Trembling. Not with revulsion. With fucking *hunger*. Her shoulders tightened, absorbing each hot splatter. A whimper escaped her—soft, muffled—but her hips pressed backward. Seeking more. Always more. Even as he spat insults. Even as he slammed the door. She stayed kneeling. Glowing. Until the tremor became stillness. Until the stillness became peace. Her eyes drifted shut. Blissed out. Ruined. Mine? Or his?

My knuckles scbangd the zipper again—harder. Pain snapped through the haze. Disgust curdled in my throat. *This*—this raw, filthy ecstasy twisting her mouth into that traitorous half-smile—*this* was her happiness? Not slow kisses. Not whispered promises. Just degradation served cold on her skin. Eight months of marriage ripped apart by Lakhan’s cum drying on her spine. Pity evaporated. Rage burned hotter. But my cock throbbed, demanding. What if she craved more? What if every "safe day" lie was just… waiting?

The CCTV flickered green. Dhristi still knelt, motionless. Semen gluing crimson silk to her arched back. A dried trickle near the curve of her spine. And then… realization punched my gut. Cold. Brutal. Truth slicing through voyeuristic fog.

She didn’t lie to me.  
The thought slammed into my skull like a hammer.  
Dhristi hadn’t lied about her safe days—not to me. If she had, she wouldn’t have panicked with Lakhan. Wouldn’t have screamed "*Nahi! Andar mat!*" like a cornered animal. Wouldn’t have risked his fury. Lakhan’s face—that twisted snarl of interrupted climax—flashed on the grainy screen. He’d been *this close* to filling her raw. But she stopped him. Forced him out. Took his rage, his semen on her skin instead of inside her.

Lakhan was visibly upset when he left—the CCTV caught it all. That final glare at Dhristi’s trembling form, the way his knuckles whitened around the doorknob before slamming it shut hard enough to shake the lens. Not angry like before, when he’d roared about ruined moments. No, this was colder. Calculated. The fury had mellowed into something darker—a quiet, simmering promise. Like a predator forced to retreat but already planning the next hunt. Tomorrow… tomorrow he’d make her pay for that interruption. Not with fists, maybe. Something worse. Something that’d claw deeper than skin.

But for now, I watched Dhristi slowly drift to sleep as the bliss of the orgasm still permeated across her body. Her breathing deepened—ragged gasps smoothing into slow, rhythmic sighs. Eyes fluttered shut, lashes clumped with dried tears. Bruised lips softened, parting slightly. That traitorous curve? Gone. Replaced by utter stillness. Peace. Fuck, she looked serene—like some temple goddess bathing in moonlight, not a woman coated in another man’s filth. Her spine stayed arched, though; hips tilted just so, keeping Lakhan’s drying cum pooled perfectly in the hollow of her lower back. As if cherishing the stain.

My knuckles scbangd the zipper again—sharp pain snapping focus. Disgust coiled tighter. I jabbed at the CCTV controls, fast-forwarding. Grainy green footage blurred: Dhristi’s curled form unmoving for hours. Until… **4:30**. Suddenly, her eyes flew wide. Panic? No—purpose. She scrambled off the bed instantly, movements jerky, frantic. Not weeping. Not hesitating. Straight to the bedsheet Lakhan had tossed aside—snatching it, scrubbing fiercely at her back, her thighs, her stomach. Erasing evidence. Efficient. Brutal. Fabric scbanging skin raw. But her expression? Blank. Detached. Like wiping mud off boots. Then, she vanished into the bathroom. Didn't emerge till steam seeped under the doorframe. When she did, skin flushed pink from scalding water—no trace left. Not a shimmer. Not a smear. saree changed, hair neatly braided. Robot-steady.

She waited by the window. Spine rigid, eyes fixed on the driveway gate. Waiting… for me. *Mere liye*. When my scooter growled up the path, her shoulders squared. Mask slid on—village-girl shyness, eyes downcast, hands folded demurely. "tea garam hai," she murmured, avoiding my gaze, voice flat as stale roti. No tremble. No flicker. As if Lakhan’s sweat, his seed, his degrading pats hadn’t smothered her skin hours ago. As if she hadn’t arched and screamed for him. Just… Dhristi. My wife. The lie so thick it choked the CCTV feed.


I slammed the laptop shut. My fingers trembled—cold, useless snakes. Saala… all this time. The fights? The mood swings? That violent shove in the kitchen? Her frantic "*Chhodo mujhe!*"? Not trauma. Not fear. Just… exhaustion. Exhaustion from holding up two faces. The shy wife for me. The hungry slut for him. How long did she think she could balance this? A village girl playing whore? Her spine must ache from the bending. No wonder she snapped. No wonder she wept silently after my clumsy touches. Gentle Manav. Pathetic Manav. While Lakhan? He didn’t ask. He took. And she… she bloomed under that theft. Glowed like a fucking diwali lamp in his filth.

My chest tightened. Breath rasped—harsh, uneven. The CCTV screen’s ghost still burned behind my eyelids: Dhristi’s arched back. Lakhan’s cum drying like epoxy on her skin. That traitorous curve of her lips… peace. Real peace. Not the stiff silence she gave me. Not the rigid "safe day" lies. Her body sang for him. Screamed for him. While mine? A hesitant whisper. Useless. Weak. Cowardly. Eight months of marriage—destroyed by one grainy video. One truth: she didn’t just endure Lakhan. She craved him. Needed his degradation like oxygen. Needed his ownership. His branding. That glow wasn’t sweat. It was fucking worship. And I? Just the audience. The cuckold trembling in the dark.

[tomdickharry2024]

brilliant writing tharkibudda!
thank you for the updates.

[hotandluking]

Hot story.
Please update.

[xavierrxx]

Beautiful dude

[Saima Naaz]

Very much interesting and incredibly exciting writing ✍️