Adultery Padma : Beautiful and traditional wife

[bsam_46]

Really sorry guys, my postings got extended and our psychiatry department is playing with us, unnecessarily extending our postings.
I don't know how long they want to extend but most probably till 20th of this month and also I am very busy running around the departments for signs., So it is making me impossible to get any time to write the story.

I will try to continue the story as soon as my postings end.

Take your time. All the best regarding your postings.

[Herbiee]

An interesting story thread. Started nicely.

[Sandyrockz703]

[opendoor]

[bsam_46]

Any chance of update?

[Hakari77]

Next morning at 8 AM :


Padma got into the car, it is just second day of shooting but her mind is full of replays of what happened in the past couple of days, Dev and Aaron saw her almost naked and touched her exposed skin in the name of taking measurements and Dev and Kumar touched her buttocks in the name of acting and even made her wear transparent saree and sleeveless blouse.
Padma is trying to make sense of what happened was just a normal thing for all the actress but she can feel the desparation they had while touching her and their gazes that carried hunger were tough to ignore.
Padma closed her eyes to get out of those thoughts and started thinking about Reddy and her relationship.

In a few minutes the car reached the shooting spot, Rhea was there at the gate to receive her and both of them went to the dressing room.
The morning schedule of shooting went normal but once after the lunch.
Kumar asked Padma to change her outfit for the next scene, Padma nodded and went to the dressing room along with Rhea.
Padma looked at the maroon red saree and sleeveless and deep neck blouse placed on the chair.
Padma wore the outfit without much hesitation as it was pretty much the same kind of outfit she wore yesterday.

Dev, Kumar, Padma and the two cameramen reached the same spot as yesterday, the Principal's cabin.

Kumar started narrating the story to Padma and Dev as they settled in the chairs.

The scene was a bold twist in Kumar's script : the journalist-tsacher, aware of the Principal's weakness for women, decides to turn the tables and seduce him in his cabin to gain his trust and access hia secrets.

The action starts :

Padma dbangd in a maroon red saree that clug to her curves, felt a flutter of nerves as she stepped onto the set. Kumar's eyes gleamed with anticipation, while Dev, already in character as the lecherous Principal, licked his lips, barely hiding his lust.
Padma entered the cabin, her heels clicking against the floor. Dev, seated behind his desk, shouted, "You're useless Padma, even after punishment you are unable to control the class, explain your self!"

Padma following the script, took a deep breath and softened her stance., " You're too strict Sir", she said, her voice low and sultry. With a deliberate flick of her wrist, she let the pallu of her saree slip, the fabric sliding down her shoulder to reveal the swell of her blouse-clad chest. The crew held their breath as Dev's eyes widened, the milky white skin, her deep neck blouse hinting the depth between her milky mountains, the shape of her breasts pressing against each other as she bent forward to adjust her pallu.

Dev rose from his chair, his movements slow and predatory. " It's deliberate isn't it"., he said stepping closer until he loomed over her.
Padma tilted her head, her lips parting as she murmured, " A kiss might calm you down, sir. Isn't that what you need?".
According to the script, it was a brief head movements to look like a real kiss.
But Dev had already decided to claim her mouth., He seized her face with both hands, pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. His mouth claimed hers, tongue pushing past her lips, tasting her with a raw intensity that sent a shockwave through her body.Padma stiffened, caught off guard, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest to push him away.

Before she could pull away, Kumar's voice cut through the haze. " Perfect Dev Sir, you are excellent at modifying the script to attract audience."

Suddenly, Padma felt Kumar behind her, his arms snaking around her waist as he pressed himself against her back. " Relax Padma, Feel his kiss", Kumar whispered into her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
" Let it melt you, show us that conflict, that surrender." his hands slid up her sides, brushing the underside of her boobs through the thin blouse, while his hips ground subtly against her, his dick unmistakable as it pressed into the curve of her ass.

Padma's mind spun. Dev's kiss deepened, his erection now firm against her stomach, his hands pressing her cheeks as he held her captive.
" You taste so good", he muttered against her lips, his voice full of lust.
Kumar's hands roamed lower, gripping her hips to pull her tighter against him, "That's it", he purred, his lips grazing her neck. " Relax and think you are in control, the audience loves that rawness."

Trapped between them, Padma's breath hitched. Dev's tongue teased hers, his dick throbbing through the fabric of his pant, while Kumar's dick rubbed insistently against her ass crack, the saree offering little barrier.
"You are too stiff," Kumar said softly his hands sliding on her hips. " Loosen up, feel the kiss, it's all for the shot".
Dev took her lower lip, his hands dropped to squeeze her waist.

Padma's body betrayed her, a shiver running through her as she closed her eyes and pictured Reddy, she let that memory fuel her performance., a soft moan escaping her lips as she kissed back.

Noticing it Kumar released her and said, " Perfect."

Dev stepped back and wiped his mouth smirking., Padma held her head down, her legs trembling, caught between the rush of the scene and the reality of their hands on her., she wiped her mouth with trembling hands.

Kumar said, "You did great Padma, now you are ready for the scene."

Padma's anxiety creeping high, She slowly raised her head and glanced at Dev, who is already sitting in his chair, with a predatory smirk tugging at his lips.
Padma knows of heroines doing bold scenes like this, she in her nervous state nodded her head for the scene., she wants to complete it in one take as she wouldn't have to endure another take.

The crew reset, and the cameras rolled again.
Padma stood in the Principal's cabin, her saree still slightly askew from last shot.
The dialogues followed by another unscripted move from Dev.
Dev got up from the chair, grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, shoving her upper body down onto the desk, the wood pressed cold against her chest, her boobs flattening beneath her blouse as her breath caught. Dev's body followed, molding against her back, his weight pinning her in place. His lips brushed her ear as he growled, "You deserve punishment, don't you?" his voice was low, dripping with menace and lust.

Padma felt his erection, hard and insistent, shove against her ass crack, the thin saree doing little to dull the sensation. He rocked his hips subtly, grinding into her, his hands gripping her waist to hold her steady. The heat of his body seeped into hers, as she could feel the hardness of his dick sinking into her soft flesh, claiming her in a way that blurred the line between acting and reality.
"You feel that?" he whispered, his breath hot against her earlobe, " This is for teasing me". His grip tightened on her hips as he pressed himself deeper, savouring the way her curves yielded to him.

Then, with a sudden twist, he flipped her around to face him, her back now against the desk's edge.
Dev said, " Okay no punishment, as you said a kiss might do the job".

Dev's hands cupped her face, and he pulled her into a kiss, a deep, possessive and raw one. His lips crashed against hers, firm and demanding, parting them with a flick of his tongue. He tasted her, his mouth moving with a slow, deliberate hunger. His tongue explored her, sliding against hers in a wet, sensual dance, coaxing a response as he sucked gently on her lower lip., his hands slid to her neck, thumbs brushing her jaw as he angled her head to deepen the assault.

Padma's mind reeled, the kiss far beyond the script's head movement. Her heart pounded, everything happening so quickly and her body responding to it.
She know if she fought it, they'd demand another take, so she surrendered, kissing him back with a passion as she missed those Reddy's kisses.
Her lips softened, her tongue tentatively meeting his, and a soft whimper escaped her throat, fueling Dev's fervor.
His dick pressed against her stomach now, throbbing through his pant, and his grip tightened as he groaned into her mouth, lost in the heat of her response.

Seeing all this, Kumar finally said, "Cut".
Dev pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before he wiped his mouth with a satisfied smile.
Padma straightened, her chest heaving, her saree crumpled and her face flushed. She avoided their eyes, smoothing her hair as her pulse raced.

Dev stepped back, adjusting himself shamelessly, his arousal still evident.
Kumar said, " Brilliant, Padma and Dev sir, you guys gave your best performance for the scene."

The two cameramen shifted awkwardly, their pants tight, as they adjusted their own arousal, as they nodded in acceptance with Kumar.

Padma forced a small smile, her body still tingling from Dev's touch, her mind a tangle of Reddy's image and the surreal intensity of the moment.

Padma's body got used to a lot manly touches and great sex from Reddy which she is missing now, the touch from Dev or Kumar only igniting her desires., but she knows it's wrong, she is just doing it for the movie, she forced herself into thinking that she hates all this but doing it for the movie.

After that Padma changed back to her normal dress and left for home.

Dev and Kumar didn't believe their luck, she kissed back Dev that easily and didn't resist their intimate touches.

At night as Kumar and Dev sat on the sofa drinking and watching the scene on the tv.

"Man, her ass - soft as fuck, like butter," Dev rasped, 
"When I jammed my dick into that crack, bro, it was like sinking into a juicy cushion - fat, bouncy, sucking me in. Wanted to smack it raw and fuck it stupid right there." He rubbed the bulge on his pant, smirking.

Kumar cackled, a nasty, guttural sound, chugging his drink. "Yeah, man, I felt that thick ass too. Pressed my dick tight in that groove, so warm, so meaty, wobbling like a goddamn jelly when she twitched. Nearly ripped that saree off and pounded it dry. And those tits - huge, heavy fuckers spilling out of her blouse. Saw em smash the desk when you bent her, bro wanted to squeeze em till she howled."

Dev licked his lips, eyes gone foggy. "Her mouth, though fucking tasty, kissing her was like sucking on candy, all wet and hot. Shoved my tongue deep, licked her up good, and when she moaned, my dick nearly blew in my pant. Could've fucked her mouth all night, that little whimper, still buzzing in my ears."

Kumar nodded his hand stroking his dick, "Yeah, she's got no clue, bro, fuckin us up. That soft body, sticks to you like dough. When I hugged that fat ass. Skin smooth as cream, warm as hell, built for banging. Those tits bouncing under my hands, nipples poking out, wanted to tear that blouse and suck em dry".

" Ass size, man," Dev cut in, voice drooping low and nasty. " So big you grab it with both hands and there's still more. Pinned her to the desk, my dick rock hard, grinding that juicy crack. Felt her meat shaking under me, pure fuckin heaven. Turned her around, saw those lips all puffed from my kiss, wanted to shove my dick in her mouth next."

Kumar grinned, leaning in, reeking of booze and horniness. " Bitch! , she is playing innocent while I am humping her ass and you're tongue-fucking her mouth, dirtiest shit ever, bro too damn hot. Tomorrow I'm going all in, hands on those tits, squeezing those nipples hard. Bet she's dripping under that saree, squirming like that."

Dev groaned, yanking at his pant, his dick bulging like a steel rod. "Fuck yeah, man. Tomorrow I'm bending her again, making her feel every inch of me. She kissed back, that slut, she's starving for it. Tasted like she's begging. Next time, I'll have her choking my name, just watch."

Rhea walked in with alcohol, Dev unable to control took her to bedroom., Kumar started stroking his dick waiting for his turn and imagining Padma.



NOTE : 
Sorry for delays and now for this small update, was busy with a lot of things but will try to be regular from now.

[krantikumar]

Thanks for the update and startbthe story...

[Ironman2019]

Welcome back bro. Hope everything alright with you? Please take your time and come with bang update. I am hoping next update cover our favourite reddy and padma romance.

[bsam_46]

Welcome back??

Nice erotic update

[Itsonlyforu36]

Update ? Update ?

[jaksa]

Super story far now fuk padma in all holes by making movie by producer director cameraman and then aron driver reddy verma sarpanch

[sexypreeti]

I must say that this is one of the hottest stories I have come across on this forum. 

The finesse in the independent point of view narration, the intricate level of detail in describing every moment, just perfect  clp);

There is a lot I have learnt from your style of narration. Simply mind blowing   yr):

I also know how much time and effort can go into writing such superb stories, So it is okay, we will wait patiently for whenever you manage to get the next update out. 

Thanks a ton again for this masterpiece 

[Itsonlyforu36]

Update bro !

[Itsonlyforu36]

Any update or not ?

[eslx1212]

Superb story.

[bananna123]

good one

[Khalid01]

Stopped?

[Hakari77]

Next Chapter: The Third Day :

The next morning, Padma woke up with a heavy mind and a body that still carried faint echoes of the previous day’s touches. Her full, milk-laden breasts ached as she fed her baby boy, the warm liquid flowing easily. She stood in front of the mirror afterward, dbanging a simple cotton saree for the journey, her creamy white skin glowing softly under the morning light filtering through the window. Her innocent round face, with its large expressive eyes, reflected deep conflict.
“This is all just acting… for the money, to clear our debts, until Reddy comes back,” she repeated to herself like a mantra. Reddy — the tall, dark, strong pure soul who had entered her life under the guise of spiritual service — had awakened desires in her that her husband Rakesh never had. His commanding yet caring touches, the way he made her feel both submissive and cherished… she missed that intensity terribly. These film people, with their “professional” demands, felt different — more calculated, more hungry. But she had come this far. Stopping now would mean losing everything they promised.
The production car arrived on time. Rhea, the assistant, greeted her with her usual polite smile and escorted her to the dressing room. Today’s outfit was a rich maroon red cotton saree with a matching sleeveless, deep-neck blouse. The fabric was soft yet clung subtly to her curves, and the deep neckline was more revealing than anything Padma had worn before marriage. She dbangd the saree with meticulous care — tucking the pleats neatly into her petticoat at her slim waist, ensuring the pallu hung modestly over her left shoulder to cover her ample chest as much as possible. Without a bra (lactation made it uncomfortable and impractical), her heavy breasts strained gently against the thin blouse material. A small damp spot was already forming near one nipple from the constant fullness.
Kumar knocked lightly and entered. “Padma madam, today we shoot the big seduction sequence in the Principal’s cabin. Your character is a traditional teacher using her charm to get secrets from the strict Principal. Show the hesitation, the internal battle, and the slow giving in. Natural reactions only — you’re doing wonderfully so far.”
Padma nodded silently, her heart already pounding as she was led to the set.

The set was the familiar dimly lit Principal’s office: a sturdy wooden desk, chairs, bookshelves casting long shadows, and soft lighting that created an intimate, almost private atmosphere. Dev waited there, his tall, well-built frame imposing in a crisp shirt. The two cameramen adjusted their angles eagerly. Kumar stood nearby, script notes in hand, his eyes sharp and attentive.
“Action!”
Padma stepped into the frame gracefully, her maroon saree swaying with each hesitant step, the pallu dbangd securely over her shoulder, the deep neckline hinting at the soft swells beneath without fully exposing them. Her voice was soft and pleading as scripted: “Sir, please… the students need your understanding. I’ll do anything to make things right.”
Dev rose slowly from behind the desk, towering over her 5’4” frame. His eyes traced her body openly. “Anything?” He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “You come here dressed like this, teasing me with those eyes, and expect me to bend?”
As per direction, Padma let her pallu slip just a little as she moved nearer, the fabric gliding down her shoulder in a slow cascade. The creamy upper curves of her heavy breasts came into fuller view, the blouse fabric stretched tight. A faint damp spot from her milk was visible.
Dev’s gaze intensified. He reached out and caught the edge of her pallu, pulling it further down her arm deliberately, bunching the maroon fabric at her elbow. The pallu now hung loosely, exposing much more of her deep neckline and the inviting valley between her breasts. Padma’s breath hitched. She felt exposed but stayed in place, her cheeks burning.
Kumar’s voice came softly from the side: “Excellent, Padma. Hold that innocent hesitation.”
Dev placed his hands firmly on her waist, fingers tracing the bare skin between the blouse and the saree tuck at her petticoat. He pulled her closer until her soft, yielding belly pressed against his hardening crotch. Padma could clearly feel his erection through his pants. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, building kiss — starting gentle, then deepening as his tongue traced her lower lip and pushed inside, exploring her mouth with passion.
Padma stiffened at first, her small hands pressing lightly against his broad chest. But Dev held the back of her neck with one strong hand, tilting her head and controlling the kiss, making it impossible to pull away easily. His other hand moved up to cup her left breast through the thin blouse, squeezing it gently but firmly. The pressure caused warm milk to leak, visibly dampening the fabric over her dark nipple. Padma gasped into his mouth, a rush of unwanted heat flooding her body. Her traditional mind screamed that this was too much, but the “scene” and the physical sensations held her frozen.
Seeing her frozen in that mix of shock and budding arousal, Kumar moved in naturally from behind. He came closer, his body pressing lightly against her back at first. One of his hands slid down to squeeze her plump, saree-covered ass cheek possessively, kneading the soft flesh. “Padma, just like that… improve your expressions. Show us the conflict turning into surrender,” he whispered hotly near her ear, his voice low and guiding, as if purely directing. His breath sent shivers down her spine.
Padma’s mind whirled in confusion. Why is Kumar touching me like this? This isn’t in the script… is it normal for direction? She wanted to stop him, to pull away and protest, but Dev’s passionate kiss dominated her — his tongue dancing with hers, his hand still squeezing her leaking breast, holding the back of her neck firmly. Her body was betraying her; the combined attention made her weak, a fresh wetness building between her thighs. She felt horny and powerless, her legs trembling slightly.
Kumar continued smoothly, his other hand gathering the hem of her maroon saree and the petticoat layers underneath. “I need a couple of exposed leg shots for the camera angles,” he said casually but firmly, as if it were standard procedure. He lifted the fabrics slowly, inch by inch — first revealing her smooth, creamy white calves, then her knees, then higher up her shapely thighs. The bunched fabric rustled softly. Padma trembled harder, not fully understanding why her lower body was being exposed in this “seduction” scene, but Dev’s controlling kiss and neck hold kept her upper body occupied and submissive.
“Yeah, just like that… moan naturally, Padma. I will help you,” Kumar murmured encouragingly. He knelt slightly to one side for better camera access, his hot breath brushing her skin. He began kissing and licking along her right leg — starting from the knee, moving upward with deliberate, wet trails of his tongue along her soft inner thigh. The sensations were electric. Padma let out a soft, involuntary moan into Dev’s mouth, her body arching slightly.
Dev kept the kiss deep and passionate throughout, his hand kneading her breast more boldly, milk seeping onto his fingers through the blouse. He occasionally switched to squeezing the other breast too, maintaining control with the hand at her neck. Padma was sandwiched — Dev dominating her mouth and chest from the front, Kumar’s mouth and hands exploring her legs and ass from behind/side. 
Padma’s internal struggle was intense. This is wrong… why is Kumar lifting my saree and petticoat so high? I should stop them… but Dev’s kiss… my body feels so weak, so hot. Guilt flooded her — thoughts of her husband Rakesh, her baby, and especially Reddy’s “pure” service — but the physical pleasure and the pressure of “one good take” made her hesitate. She didn’t push them away. Her panties were soaked now, her thighs quivering under Kumar’s licking.
They prolonged the moment for several long, detailed minutes. Dev’s tongue explored her mouth thoroughly while his fingers teased her leaking nipples through the damp fabric. Kumar’s tongue moved higher up her thighs, his hands squeezing her ass again occasionally, all while giving “directions”: “Perfect, Padma… feel it… give us more of that natural reaction.”
Finally, Kumar called “Cut!” his voice slightly hoarse.
Padma staggered back as they released her, breathing heavily. Her pallu was down, blouse damp and askew over her heaving breasts, saree and petticoat hiked up to mid-thighs, skin glistening with traces of saliva on her legs. Tears of guilt and confusion welled in her eyes as she hurriedly adjusted her clothes with shaking hands, avoiding their hungry gazes. Dev smirked, adjusting his obvious erection. Kumar stood, praising her effusively: “That slow build, your expressions, the way you let it happen naturally — brilliant work, Padma. The audience will be hooked.”

After a short break (during which Padma tried to compose herself in the corner, her body still throbbing), they reset for the next sequence on the desk.
Dev pushed her gently but firmly toward the desk. “You think you can tease me and get away?” he growled in character, spinning her so her front pressed against the cool wood. Her heavy breasts flattened against the surface through the blouse. Dev molded against her back, his hard cock pressing insistently into the cleft of her ass through the saree layers. He rocked slowly, grinding in deliberate circles.
His hands reached around, squeezing both breasts again, milk leaking freely. Then he turned her to face him, lifting her to sit on the desk edge, legs parted. Dev worked on the saree tuck at her waist with slow, teasing fingers, loosening pleats while kissing her neck. Kumar joined from the side again.
Kumar told Padma she needs wrap her legs around Dev, and lifted her saree and petticoat above her knees., She wrapped her legs around Dev., his cock now poking just above her cunt.
Dev pulled her blouse upward gradually — exposing her full, milky breasts completely — Kumar lifted her saree and petticoat higher, his mouth following with kisses and licks up her thigh from side., Dev captured her mouth again in a deep kiss, hand on her neck, the other playing with her exposed, leaking breasts. Padma’s moans grew more genuine as waves of pleasure and guilt crashed over her.

As the cameras kept rolling for this extended take, Dev broke the deep kiss and looked down at her exposed, glistening breasts with raw hunger. “Look at these beautiful, full breasts… leaking just for me,” he murmured, staying somewhat in character but his voice thick with real lust. He held the back of her neck firmly with one hand, tilting her head slightly so she couldn’t easily look away, while his other hand cupped her right breast from below, lifting the heavy, creamy mound.
Padma’s heart raced wildly. No… this is too intimate… I should stop him now, she thought desperately. But her body felt weak and hot, her nipples aching and leaking more under his gaze. Dev lowered his head slowly, his hot breath teasing her sensitive skin first. He kissed the upper swell of her right breast softly, then trailed wet kisses downward until his lips closed around her dark, erect nipple.
He sucked firmly, drawing the warm, sweet milk into his mouth with a loud, satisfied groan. Padma arched her back involuntarily, a genuine moan escaping her lips as the intense suction sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Milk flowed freely into Dev’s mouth as he suckled greedily, his tongue swirling around the nipple, flicking it inside his mouth while he applied rhythmic pressure. Some milk trickled from the corner of his lips down her creamy breast.
Kumar, still on the side, continued lifting and bunching her saree and petticoat higher, his hands squeezing her ass and thighs, licking upward along the side of her thigh as he encouraged her: “Yes, Padma… moan naturally like that. Let the pleasure show on your face. This is perfect for the scene.”
Dev switched to her left breast, taking the nipple deep into his mouth and sucking even harder. He kneaded the right one with his free hand, milking it gently so more warm liquid dripped onto his fingers and her skin. The wet, slurping sounds filled the quiet set. Padma’s hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her body trembling. She felt utterly exposed and controlled — Dev’s strong hand at her neck, his mouth feasting on her lactating breasts, Kumar’s tongue teasing her thighs from the side. Her panties were completely soaked, her traditional mind drowning in guilt and confusion while her awakened body craved more.
Dev took his time, prolonging the sucking for long minutes. He alternated between breasts, sometimes sucking one while pinching and rolling the nipple of the other, sometimes pressing both heavy mounds together and licking from one nipple to the other. Milk coated his lips and chin, glistening on Padma’s creamy white skin. She whimpered and moaned helplessly, tears of shame mixing with the overwhelming sensations.
Kumar’s voice guided her softly between her moans: “Just like that, Padma… surrender to the feeling. Beautiful.”
The cameras captured every detail — the way her breasts jiggled slightly with each suck, the milk flowing, the slow licking on her thighs, her flushed innocent face torn between guilt and pleasure.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of this detailed, sensual assault, Kumar called “Cut!”
Padma sat on the desk edge for a moment longer, disheveled and breathing raggedly — blouse pulled up, breasts exposed and glistening with milk and saliva, saree and petticoat bunched high around her waist, legs trembling. She quickly covered herself with shaking hands, tears flowing silently as reality crashed back. Dev wiped his mouth with a satisfied smirk. Kumar praised her extensively for the raw, natural performance.

That evening at home, feeding her baby, Padma replayed every slow moment. Under the sheets later, her hand wandered, thinking of Reddy… but Dev and Kumar’s touches intruded. The lines were blurring faster than she could handle.

[Hakari77]

Padma woke up slowly in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Rakesh was still sleeping beside her, his breathing steady and deep. The baby was quiet in the crib nearby, lost in his own peaceful sleep. For a moment she just lay there, looking at her husband’s face. A wave of guilt washed over her. He had come back from Dubai, signed the movie contract without hesitation, and kept telling her how proud he was that she was helping the family. He had no idea what was really happening at Dev’s farmhouse.

She slipped out of bed carefully so she wouldn’t wake them. In the bathroom she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and got ready. She chose a modest sky blue cotton saree with a simple matching blouse, dbangd it neatly, and tied her hair back. The fabric felt safe and familiar against her skin. She went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast, the familiar rhythm of chopping vegetables and stirring pots helping calm her mind a little.

Rakesh came up behind her while she was at the stove. He wrapped his arms around her waist over the saree and pulled her gently against him. His lips found the side of her neck, warm and lingering.

“Thank you, Padma,” he murmured against her skin. “Thank you for doing this film. You saved us. With the money from this we can finally clear the debts and breathe again.” He kissed her neck again, softer this time. “Is everything going fine at the shooting? They’re treating you well?”

She kept stirring the pot, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Everything is fine. Kumar sir and Dev sir are very professional. The scenes are going smoothly.” She didn’t mention the cabin groping from yesterday. She didn’t mention how Dev and Kumar’s touches., She couldn’t bear to make Rakesh sad or worried. He trusted his friend Kumar completely.

Rakesh kissed the top of her head and let her go. “Good. I’m proud of you.” He went to the bathroom to freshen up.

They had breakfast together at the small dining table. Padma fed the baby afterwards, sitting on the sofa with him latched to her breast. The familiar pull of milk leaving her body made her think, just for a second, of how Dev had sucked her yesterday. She pushed the thought away quickly. After the baby was full and burped, she changed into fresh clothes under the saree and waited for the car.

The black sedan sent by Dev arrived right on time, like every day. She kissed Rakesh goodbye on the cheek and got in. The drive to the farmhouse on the outskirts of the city felt longer than usual. Her stomach was tight with nerves.

When she reached Dev’s big farmhouse, the usual crowd of crew members was missing. Only one car was parked outside. Inside, Kumar and Dev were sitting in the main living area, talking quietly over coffee. They both looked up when she entered and greeted her with polite, professional smiles, as if nothing intimate had happened the day before.

“Good morning, Padma,” Kumar said warmly. “You’re on time.”

She looked around. “Why are there no other people today?”

Kumar leaned back in his chair. “Today’s scene doesn’t need the full crew. It’s a private sequence. After your character has gained the Principal’s trust, he takes her to his house. You have to seduce him there. This will be your first proper sex scene in the film. We want it to feel real and intimate, so we’re keeping it small and controlled.”

Padma’s heart beat faster. She nodded slowly.

Kumar smiled. “Hurry and get changed into your costume. Rhea is waiting in the costume room.”

Rhea took her to a small room at the back. Hanging on a hook was the costume: a black lace bra and matching panty set, and a tight black sleeveless bodycon dress that ended just at the knees. The fabric looked thin and stretchy.

Padma hesitated, staring at it. “This… this is very short.”

Rhea gave her an encouraging smile. “It’s common in these kinds of scenes, Padma. The director wants you to look seductive and confident. You’ll be fine. Just try it on.”

She changed in the small changing area. The black bra and panty felt strange against her skin after wearing modest sarees every day. The bodycon dress was even worse. It hugged every curve tightly, the hem riding up her thighs no matter how much she tugged it down. The neckline dipped low enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her arms and legs were completely bare. She felt exposed and uncomfortable. She kept pulling at the hem, trying to make it longer, but it refused to stay in place.

When she finally stepped out, Rhea’s eyes widened in approval. “Wow, Padma. It suits you so well. You look stunning. The black really brings out your skin tone and figure.”

Padma kept her head slightly down as she walked back to the living area. Kumar and Dev both went quiet the moment they saw her. Dev’s eyes moved slowly over her body — the way the tight dress clung to her full breasts, the curve of her hips, the smooth bare skin of her legs and arms, the small amount of cleavage visible. Kumar’s gaze was equally hungry, though he tried to keep his expression professional.

“Sit, Padma,” Kumar said after a moment, clearing his throat.

She sat on the edge of the sofa, keeping her knees pressed together and tugging at the hem again. Dev’s eyes never left her. She kept her head down, listening as Kumar explained the scene.

“You dressed like this to seduce the Principal and make him trust you completely. That’s the intention behind the look. You want him to believe you’re offering yourself to him. Understand?”

She nodded without looking up.

They moved to the bedroom set in one of the private wings of the farmhouse. It was neatly arranged — a large bed with crisp white sheets, bedside tables with lamps, soft lighting. Only one cameraman was present, already adjusting his equipment. Kumar stood near the camera and explained the flow once more.

“Action.”

Dev and Padma walked into the bedroom together, talking in low voices as per the script.

“You are so beautiful,” Dev said, stopping near the bed and looking at her. “But why did you like me? Is it for the money?”

Padma looked up at him, trying to stay in character even though her heart was racing. “It’s not the money. It’s your body… and your commanding aura. It can make any woman fall for you.”

Dev stepped closer. They kissed slowly at first, then more deeply. His hands rested on her waist over the tight bodycon dress. They moved together toward the bed, still kissing.

Kumar’s voice cut in from behind the camera. “Padma, remove his shirt.”

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the buttons of Dev’s shirt. It felt far too intimate. She struggled with the buttons, her mind flashing to Rakesh at home and how wrong this felt, but she kept going because the camera was rolling. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Dev was now bare from the waist up.

He pushed her gently onto the bed. She lay on her back. Dev climbed on top of her, keeping a small respectful space between their bodies as the script required. He kissed her again, then moved lower, kissing her neck while his hands rubbed the sides of her thighs over the tight black dress.

“Cut,” Kumar said. “Excellent. Both of you are doing very well.” He stepped closer to the bed. “Now for the next step. Dev will move on top of you and you will move with him like actual sex is happening. But we’ll cover you both with the bedsheet up to your chest so the audience sees it as a real sex scene. It will look natural and intense.”

Padma felt a small relief at the idea. At least they wouldn’t actually be touching in that way. It would just be acting and movement under the sheet.

But Dev already had other plans.

They got into position on the bed. Kumar gave the next instruction. “Dev, pull her bodycon dress down until it only covers her nipples. For the audience it should look like you’re both naked under the sheet.”

Dev’s hands moved immediately. He tugged the tight fabric down slowly until the dress barely covered her nipples, exposing the full upper swell of her breasts and deep cleavage. He leaned down and kissed the soft skin there, his lips brushing the tops of her breasts. Then he started moving his hips in a slow rhythm, keeping his hands planted on either side of her head on the bed for balance, not touching her body yet.

“Give me natural expressions, Padma,” Kumar said from beside the camera. “Like you’re really feeling it during sex.”

She tried. She really tried. But her face stayed tense and uncertain.

Dev saw his opening.

While still moving above her, he slid his right hand under the bedsheet and between her legs. His fingers found the bare skin of her inner thigh and rubbed slowly upward.

Padma’s eyes flew open. She stiffened. “What are you doing, Sir?”

Dev’s voice was low, close to her ear, still moving his hips for the camera. “You’re struggling with the expressions. I’m just helping you. Relax. It will look much more real this way.”

Before she could answer, he used his other hand to tug the bodycon dress a little lower on the left side, fully exposing her left breast and nipple. He lowered his head and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first. Warm milk immediately began to flow. He drank it with obvious enjoyment, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

At the same time his right hand moved higher between her legs. His palm pressed against the thin black panty. He felt the wetness already soaking through the fabric and smiled against her breast. His confidence grew. He rubbed her outer pussy lips slowly through the panty, pressing the damp material against her.

Padma’s body reacted before her mind could stop it. A soft moan escaped her lips. Heat flooded between her thighs. She was struggling with too many emotions at once — the shock of Dev crossing such a personal line, the pressure to deliver a good performance for the movie that was supposed to help her family, the unwanted arousal building in her body, and the guilt that Rakesh was at home right now trusting everyone involved.

Dev hooked one finger into the side of her panty and pulled it aside. Cool air touched her wet folds for a second before his fingers ran slowly across her bare cunt. He found her clit and began circling it with firm, steady pressure.

Padma’s control slipped completely. A louder moan broke from her throat. Her hips twitched. The cameraman behind the lens was rock hard, his pants visibly tented as he kept filming her changing expressions. Kumar stood nearby, one hand discreetly rubbing the front of his own pants while he kept his voice encouraging and calm.

“Excellent, Padma… your expressions are getting much better. Just a little more… let it come naturally.”

Dev sucked harder on her nipple, drinking more of her milk, while his fingers played with her clit. Then he slowly pushed his thick middle finger between her wet folds and slid it inside her pussy.

Padma moaned loudly, her thighs instinctively closing around his hand. Her inner walls gripped his thick finger tightly as it pushed deeper.

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Dev kept his thick middle finger buried deep inside Padma’s pussy for a long moment, letting her feel every inch of it stretching her. Her inner walls were gripping him tightly, hot and slick with her growing wetness. Under the bedsheet, hidden from the single camera, he began to move.
Slowly, he pulled his finger back until only the tip remained inside her entrance. He could feel how her pussy tried to hold onto him, the soft, wet folds clinging. Then he pushed forward again, sinking the full length of his thick finger back into her in one deliberate stroke. The movement was unhurried, letting her feel every ridge and knuckle as it dragged along her sensitive inner walls.
Padma’s breath hitched. A shaky moan escaped her lips. Her thighs, still pressed together around his wrist, trembled. Dev’s mouth stayed latched onto her exposed left breast, sucking steadily. Warm milk continued to flow into his mouth with every pull of his lips. He swallowed it with obvious pleasure, his tongue flicking over her stiff nipple between sucks.
He repeated the motion — slow withdrawal, then a deep, steady thrust back in. Each time he pushed forward, he curled his finger slightly upward, pressing against the soft, spongy spot inside her. On the next slow thrust, he added a gentle twisting motion, rotating his wrist so his finger rubbed along different parts of her tight channel.
Kumar’s voice came from beside the bed, calm but encouraging. “That’s it, Padma… your expressions are looking much more natural now. Keep going. Dev, nice and steady.”
Dev obeyed the direction on the surface while doing exactly what he wanted underneath the sheet. He began a slow, rhythmic fingerfucking — pulling almost all the way out until her entrance fluttered around his fingertip, then sinking back in deep. Each thrust was measured and deliberate. He could feel her pussy growing wetter with every stroke, her juices coating his finger and starting to drip down toward his palm.
Padma’s hands gripped the bedsheet on either side of her body. Her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch upward to meet his finger on the next thrust. She hated how good it felt. The thick digit moving inside her was stretching her in a way that made her clit throb. Dev’s thumb brushed against her swollen clit on the next outward pull, pressing lightly before sliding back in.
He kept sucking her breast, drinking more of her milk. A thin trail of it escaped the corner of his mouth and ran down the curve of her breast. His right hand never stopped moving between her legs. He varied the rhythm slightly — three slow, deep thrusts, then two shallower ones that focused on rubbing her front wall, then another long, deep push that buried his finger to the last knuckle.
Padma’s moans were getting harder to control. Every time his curled finger dragged over that sensitive spot inside her, a fresh wave of wetness coated him. Her pussy was making soft, wet sounds with each slow thrust, sounds that only Dev and the cameraman could faintly hear beneath the rustle of the bedsheet.
Dev finally added his index finger alongside the middle one. He pushed both thick digits into her together, stretching her pussy wider. Padma’s back arched off the bed. A louder, broken moan tore from her throat. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hand for a second before relaxing again.
He began fucking her with two fingers now — still slow, still deep. He scissored them gently inside her on every inward thrust, spreading her walls apart before pulling back. His thumb returned to her clit, rubbing slow circles in time with the movement of his fingers. The combination made her entire body tense and tremble.
Kumar kept speaking, his voice steady. “Excellent work, both of you. Padma, those sounds you’re making are perfect. Don’t hold back. Dev, keep the rhythm consistent — the camera loves how natural this looks.”
Dev’s fingers were now coated in her slick juices. Every slow thrust made a quiet, wet sound. He curled both fingers upward again, pressing firmly against her g-spot while his thumb continued its steady circles on her clit. Milk kept flowing from her exposed nipple into his hungry mouth. He switched to her right breast for a moment, sucking that nipple into his mouth as well and drawing more milk from her.
Padma’s mind was spinning. The pleasure was building too fast, too intensely. Her body was responding to every slow movement of Dev’s fingers inside her, every pull of his lips on her sensitive nipples. She could feel her orgasm approaching — the tight, fluttering sensation deep in her pussy, the way her walls were starting to clench rhythmically around his fingers.
Dev felt it too. He slowed his movements even more, drawing the pleasure out. He pulled his fingers almost completely out, letting her feel the emptiness for a heartbeat, then pushed both thick digits back in to the hilt in one long, smooth stroke. At the same time, he sucked hard on her nipple and pressed his thumb firmly against her clit.
Padma’s moan turned into a soft, desperate cry. Her pussy clamped down hard around his fingers, gripping them tightly as her body hovered right on the edge. Her hips were moving now in small, helpless circles, chasing the sensation. Under the bedsheet, hidden from the camera, Dev’s fingers kept working her slowly and deeply, refusing to let her come just yet.
He wanted to feel every single flutter and clench. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible while the camera kept rolling and Kumar kept encouraging her “natural expressions.”
Padma’s breathing had turned ragged. Her hands were fisted in the bedsheet. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, milk still glistening on her skin where Dev had sucked. His two thick fingers remained buried deep inside her soaked pussy, moving in that same torturously slow rhythm — out almost to the tips, then a long, deliberate thrust back in that made her entire body shudder.
She was right there, teetering on the edge, when Dev suddenly stopped moving his fingers completely. He kept them fully inside her, just holding them still, letting her feel how full she was while his thumb gave one last, slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Kumar’s voice came again, low and satisfied. “Hold that expression, Padma… perfect. Dev, stay right there for a moment.”
Dev’s mouth left her breast. He looked down at her flushed face, his fingers still buried to the knuckles inside her clenching pussy. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as he felt her walls fluttering desperately around him, right on the verge of orgasm but denied at the last second.
The camera kept rolling.