Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife

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Chapter 108: 

The backseat of Mohan's Maruti was a cocoon of shadows, the moonlight spilling through the windows, casting faint glints on the leather. Nivi's breath trembled, her lips still tingling from their broken kiss, her eyes locked with Mohan's, his gaze wild with hunger.

Her body was a furnace, the weekend's pent-up craving—sharp and relentless—pulsing in her core, her pussy wet and aching for release. Mohan's chest heaved, his hands lingering on her hips, the air thick with their shared heat, the car a private world cut off from Coimbatore's fading hum.

She couldn't hold back. Leaning in, her control fraying, Nivi kissed him again, her lips crashing against his with raw passion. Her tongue sought his, deep and desperate, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. Mohan groaned into her mouth, his fingers tightening on her waist, pulling her closer. Her desire surged, a wildfire, and she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her thighs pressing against his.

The seat creaked beneath them, her weight settling, her pussy rubbing against the hard bulge in his pants through her navy leggings, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her.

Mohan understood her need, his kiss growing fiercer, his tongue tangling with hers, hungry and unyielding. His hands roamed up her back, fingers brushing the teal kurta's soft fabric, his touch electric on her skin.

He broke the kiss just enough to tug the kurta upward, the material whispering as it slid over her head, leaving her in her bra, her breasts heaving, nipples straining against the lace. His eyes darkened, raking over her chest, and he reached for the bra clasp, fingers fumbling with intent.

Nivi's breath hitched, her body arching into him, but she caught his hand, her voice shaky.

“Not the bra,” she said, her control a thin thread.

“Too much.” She slid the straps aside herself, pulling the cups down, her breasts spilling free, nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air.

“Just… play with them,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his, a mix of command and raw need, her chest rising with each breath.

Mohan's groan was guttural, his hands cupping her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples, sending sparks through her.

“Fuck, Nivi, these are perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough, his eyes fixed on her exposed curves. He pinched lightly, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and she gasped, her pussy clenching. They kissed again, her on his lap, their bodies rubbing—her hips grinding against his cock, his hands kneading her breasts, teasing her sensitive peaks. Nivi moaned into his mouth, her pussy flooding, soaking her panty and leggings, the friction against his bulge teasing her clit, driving her wild.

His hand slid lower, between their bodies, fingers tracing her thigh, then higher, brushing the damp spot on her leggings. He pulled back from the kiss, his grin dirty, his voice low.

“Damn, Nivi, you're fucking soaked. This pussy's crying for me, isn't it?” His words hit her like a spark, shyness flooding her cheeks, but her body trembled with want, her thighs quivering under his touch.

She bit her lip, her hips still rocking, the heat overwhelming.

“Mohan,” she whispered, her voice half-protest, half-plea, but he shifted, lifting her gently, laying her back on the seat. The leather was cool against her bare back, her breasts exposed, nipples peaking in the air. Mohan hovered over her, his eyes ravenous, and hooked his fingers into her leggings' waistband, tugging slowly. Nivi's mind screamed to resist, to hold control, but her body betrayed her, her hips lifting slightly, letting him slide the navy leggings down with her panty, exposing her slick pussy, the air cool on her wet folds.

He stared, his breath ragged, a filthy grin spreading.

“Look at this, Nivi—your pussy's dripping like a fucking river. All this for me? So wet, so ready.” His voice was crude, teasing, making her squirm, her cheeks burning with shy heat, her thighs trembling as she tried to close them.

“Don't say that,” she murmured, her voice weak, her hands gripping the seat, but her body didn't listen, her legs parting slightly under his gaze. Mohan chuckled, his hands warm on her thighs, spreading them gently, his breath hot on her skin.

“Can't help it—you're too fucking tempting,” he said, his voice a growl, his eyes locked on her glistening folds.

He lowered his head, kissing her inner thigh, his lips soft but teasing, his tongue tracing a slow path upward, making her gasp.

“Gonna taste you now,” he murmured, his breath warm on her pussy, and he licked, his tongue flat and broad, dragging from bottom to top, savoring her wetness. Nivi moaned, her back arching, her hands fisting the leather, the sensation overwhelming.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled, his tongue delving deeper, licking her folds, circling her swollen clit with slow, deliberate swirls.

Her hips bucked, her pussy clenching, the pleasure sharp.

“Mohan, oh god,” she gasped, her voice breaking, as he sucked her clit gently, his lips wrapping around it, teasing with light flicks. He lapped at her, his tongue hungry, dipping inside her, tasting her fully, the wet sounds filling the car, obscene and thrilling.

“So fucking wet,” he murmured against her, his voice muffled, his hands holding her thighs wide, fingers digging into her soft skin.

“This pussy's begging to cum, isn't it? All slick and needy for my mouth.”

Nivi's moans grew louder, her breasts heaving, nipples tight in the cool air. His dirty talk sent shivers through her, her shyness fading under the heat, her body surrendering. He licked faster, his tongue relentless, swirling her clit, then sucking hard, his lips tugging gently.

“Look at you, dripping all over me,” he said, pulling back to grin, his lips glistening with her juices.

“Bet you've been wet all day, thinking about this, huh?” His words were filthy, his eyes dark, and he dove back in, his tongue plunging into her, fucking her slowly, then returning to her clit with quick, precise flicks.

She writhed, her hips grinding against his mouth, the pleasure building, her pussy flooding his tongue.

“Mohan, please,” she whimpered, her voice desperate, her hands reaching down to grip his hair, urging him on. He groaned, the vibration sending a jolt through her, and slid one finger inside her, curling it to hit that spot, his tongue never stopping.

“Gonna make you cum so hard,” he murmured, his finger pumping slowly, then faster, matching his tongue's rhythm on her clit.

“This pussy's mine tonight—fuck, it's so tight, so wet.”

Nivi's body tensed, the pressure coiling tight, her moans filling the car. He added a second finger, stretching her slightly, his tongue swirling faster, sucking her clit with just enough pressure.

“Cum for me, Nivi,” he growled, his voice rough, his fingers thrusting deeper, his tongue relentless.

“Let this pussy soak my mouth—give it to me.” His dirty words pushed her over, her body shuddering, a sharp cry escaping as her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy pulsing, juices spilling onto his tongue, her thighs trembling around his head.

Mohan lapped it up, his tongue gentle now, drawing out her climax, his fingers slowing inside her, feeling her clench.

“Fuck, that's it,” he murmured, his lips brushing her sensitive folds, savoring every drop.

“You came so hard, Nivi—so fucking good.” His voice was low, satisfied, his breath warm on her skin as he kissed her inner thigh, then up her stomach, lingering on her exposed breasts, his tongue flicking her nipple once, making her gasp.

Nivi's body hummed, her pussy still tingling, her chest heaving. She reached down, her hands shaky, and pulled him up, her eyes hazy with satisfaction. She kissed him, deep and hungry, tasting herself on his lips, her hands cupping his face, the car filled with their ragged breaths. The moonlight glinting off the windows, their kiss sealing the heat of the night, her body sated but still alive with possibility.

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Chapter 109:

The moonlight spilled into the backseat of Mohan's Maruti, a soft glow wrapping around Nivi's trembling body, her breath slowing as the waves of her orgasm faded. Her pussy still tingled, slick from Mohan's tongue, the leather seat cool against her bare skin. Her bra straps hung loose, cups pulled down, her breasts exposed, nipples hard in the night air.

The car was a cocoon, the distant hum of Coimbatore's streets—vendors closing up, a scooter's faint buzz—barely audible.

Nivi's mind cleared, the past days' relentless horniness finally eased, her body sated but alive. She felt a spark of control return, her confidence surging as she leaned back, her eyes locking with Mohan's, his lips glistening, his gaze hungry yet awed.

He moved up, his hands framing her face, and kissed her again, his lips soft but urgent, tasting of her own sweetness. Nivi melted into it, her tongue meeting his, her hands resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race. He pulled back slightly, his voice low and rough.

“Nivi, your pussy… it's fucking perfect. So wet, so tight, so sweet.” His eyes burned into hers, his thumbs brushing her cheeks.

“Never tasted anything like it—made for this.”

Her chest swelled with pride, his words hitting deep, her body humming with renewed power.

“You're not so bad yourself,” she murmured, her voice sultry, a smile tugging her lips. Her control felt solid now, her desire still there but guided, her mind sharp despite the heat.

Mohan grinned, his hands sliding to her shoulders, his eyes flicking to her exposed breasts.

“You've got me all worked up,” he said, his voice thick with want.

“How about a return favor? Been dreaming of that mouth of yours again.” His tone was pleading, his bulge straining against his pants, his desperation clear.

Nivi's pulse quickened, her pussy clenching at the thought, her newfound control blending with a fresh wave of desire. She leaned closer, her breath warm on his neck.

“You want my mouth?” she teased, her voice low, her fingers brushing his thigh.

“Tell me how bad you need it.”

He groaned, his head tipping back.

“Bad, Nivi. So fucking bad. Your lips, your tongue—been killing me since that competition. Please.” His voice cracked, his hands trembling, his eyes locked on her lips.

She smiled, her confidence soaring, and slid off the seat, kneeling between his legs, the car floor rough under her knees. Her breasts swayed, catching his gaze, her nipples grazing the air. She reached for his belt, her fingers steady, unbuckling it slowly, savoring his sharp intake of breath.

“Let's see if you're worth it,” she said, her tone playful but commanding, unzipping his pants, pulling them down with his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and thick.

Nivi's breath caught, her eyes widening.

“God, Mohan,” she said, her voice soft with admiration, her hand wrapping around his shaft, warm and pulsing.

“This is… nice. Really nice.” She stroked slowly, feeling its weight, her fingers tracing the veins. In her mind, she compared it—Anand's was smaller, softer, dulled by whiskey; Raghavan's thicker, commanding, but controlled; Vikram's eager, youthful, but less intense. Mohan's was different—firm, desperate, perfectly curved. What's Rajendar's like? she wondered, the blurry image of his bedroom encounter flashing, her curiosity spiking as she imagined his cock, unseen but potent.

She leaned in, her lips brushing the tip, tasting the salty precum, her tongue flicking out. Mohan moaned, his hands fisting the seat.

“Fuck, Nivi, don't tease,” he begged, his voice raw. She grinned, her control tight, and took him in, her lips wrapping around the head, sucking softly, her tongue swirling underneath. The taste was heady, his scent musky, and she savored it, her mouth working slowly, deliberately sloppy, saliva coating him as she bobbed deeper.

“Shit, your mouth's so good,” Mohan groaned, his hips twitching, his hands hovering near her head but not touching, respecting her lead.

“So fucking wet, just like your pussy.” His dirty talk sent a thrill through her, her pussy tingling again, her breasts swaying as she moved, her nipples brushing his thighs.

She pulled back, her lips glistening, and stroked him, her hand slick.

“You like it sloppy, don't you?” she teased, her voice sultry, her eyes locked with his. She dove back in, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing, her tongue flat against his shaft, sucking hard. Saliva dripped down her chin, her mouth messy, the wet sounds filling the car, obscene and thrilling. She savored every inch, her lips tight, her tongue swirling, her hand pumping the base.

Mohan's moans grew louder, his breath ragged.

“Nivi, you're fucking killing me,” he gasped, his cock throbbing in her mouth.

“That tongue—fuck, it's magic.” His words fueled her, her pride swelling, her mind drifting to Rajendar again—Would his cock feel this alive? Thicker, maybe?—her curiosity mixing with the heat of the moment.

She worked him faster, her mouth sloppy, saliva pooling, her lips sliding up and down, her tongue teasing the tip on each pull. Her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently, feeling them tighten.

“God, your dick's so good,” she murmured, pulling off briefly, her voice thick with desire.

“So hard, so perfect.” She meant it, her hand stroking him, her lips kissing the tip, her mind comparing—Anand's lackluster thrusts, Raghavan's controlled power, Vikram's eager but fleeting heat. Mohan's was raw, desperate, hers to command.

“Fuck, Nivi, keep going,” Mohan pleaded, his hips bucking slightly, his hands gripping the seat.

“Your mouth's gonna make me lose it.” His voice was desperate, his cock pulsing, and she took him deep again, her throat tight, her lips stretched, her tongue relentless. She sucked harder, her hand twisting at the base, her saliva making it slick, messy, perfect.

Her breasts bounced with each bob, her nipples grazing his pants, the sensation sending sparks to her pussy. She moaned around him, the vibration making him curse, his cock twitching.

“Nivi, shit, you're too good,” he groaned, his voice breaking.

“Gonna cum soon—your mouth's too fucking perfect.” His dirty talk pushed her, her control solid but her body alive, her pussy wet again from the power she held.

She kept going, her mouth sloppy, her tongue swirling, her hand pumping, savoring every moan, every twitch. She pulled back to tease the tip, her lips sucking lightly, her eyes flicking up to his, seeing his desperation, his pleasure. Rajendar's cock—would it pulse like this? she wondered, her curiosity sharp, her mouth working harder, wanting Mohan's release, wanting to own this moment.

His breathing turned ragged, his hips jerking.

“Nivi, fuck, I'm close,” he gasped, his voice raw.

“Where do you want it?” His eyes were wild, his cock throbbing in her mouth, her saliva dripping down his shaft.

She pulled off, stroking him fast, her lips swollen, her voice sultry.

“On me,” she said, her eyes locked with his, her control absolute.

“I want it.” Her words were bold, her body ready, her pride soaring as she took him back in, sucking hard, her hand pumping, urging him over the edge.

Mohan groaned, his body tensing, and he came, his cock pulsing, hot spurts hitting her face, her lips, some landing in her open mouth. Nivi received it eagerly, her tongue catching the taste, her eyes closing as she savored the moment, the warmth of his release on her skin, the power of her act. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, her hand slowing, milking him gently, his moans filling the car.

The chapter closed, the moonlight glinting off her glistening lips, her breasts heaving, the air thick with their shared heat, Nivi's control and desire intertwined, the night alive with what they'd unleashed.

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Chapter 110:

The backseat of Mohan's Maruti lingered with the heat of their encounter, the moonlight dimmed by drifting clouds, casting faint shadows across the leather. Nivi's breath steadied, her lips still tingling from the taste of Mohan's release, her body humming with the afterglow of her own climax. Her bra straps hung loose, cups pulled down, her breasts barely covered as she adjusted them, nipples sensitive against the fabric.

She reached for her teal kurta, crumpled beside her, and slipped it on, the material clinging to her sweat-damp skin. Her navy leggings and panty, tossed aside earlier, were pulled back on, the fabric tight against her still-wet thighs. Mohan sat beside her, his pants zipped, his chest heaving, eyes dark with lingering want.

He leaned closer, his hand brushing her arm, his voice low and eager.

“Nivi, let's take this to my place,” he said, his grin teasing but hungry.

“No one's there tonight—just us, more space, more time.” His fingers grazed her kurta's sleeve, his gaze flicking to her chest, where the fabric hugged her curves.

Nivi's pulse spiked, her pussy tingling at the thought, but her mind snapped to control, the thrill tempered by caution. Her body craved more—his touch, his heat—but giving him everything felt too much, too soon. She shook her head, her voice firm but warm.

“Can't, Mohan. I've got to get home—kids are waiting.” She smoothed her kurta, her eyes meeting his, holding the power she'd reclaimed.

His grin faded, disappointment flashing, but he nodded, his hand dropping.

“You're killing me, you know,” he said, his tone playful, though his eyes lingered on her lips, still swollen from their act.

“But I'll take what I can get.”

She smiled, adjusting her dupatta to cover her neckline, her control solid.

“Take me home—usual spot.” Her voice was calm, a command wrapped in softness, and she slid to the front seat, her bag on her lap, the leather creaking.

Mohan climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine, the car rumbling to life.

“Usual spot it is,” he said, his tone lighter, though his glance at her thighs, where the navy leggings shimmered, showed his lingering desire. The drive was quiet, Coimbatore's streets emptying as shops closed, the air cool through the open window. Nivi leaned against the door, her body still buzzing, her mind replaying the sloppy heat of her mouth on him, his cum on her face, her eager acceptance. I wanted it, she thought, pride mixing with a flicker of guilt, her connection to Raghavan tugging at her.

He pulled over at the usual spot—a quiet corner outside her neighborhood, the streetlamp casting a soft glow.

“Here you go,” he said, his voice soft, his eyes tracing her kurta's fit.

“Next time, my place?” His grin was hopeful, teasing.

Nivi laughed, stepping out, her sandals clicking on the pavement.

“We'll see, Mohan. Be good.” Her tone was coy, her bag slung over her shoulder, and she walked away, her kurta swaying slightly, his gaze heavy on her back.

The apartment was dark when she stepped inside, the door creaking softly, the kids' toys scattered across the living room floor. Her mother-in-law sat on the couch, a chai cup in hand, her saree a muted blue, her eyes narrowing as Nivi closed the door.

“Back late,” she said, her voice low, a mischievous edge creeping in.

“That flush on your face—something happen out there?” Her gaze flicked to Nivi's slightly flushed cheeks, the faint sheen on her skin, the kurta clinging to her curves.

Nivi's heart skipped, her hand brushing her face, feeling the lingering warmth.

“Just tired, Amma,” she said quickly, heading to the sink.

“Work was long.” She splashed water on her face, washing away the evidence, the coolness grounding her. Her kurta stuck slightly, noticed by her mother-in-law's sharp eyes, but she kept her back turned, drying her face with a towel.

The older woman sipped her chai, her smirk skeptical.

“Tired, huh? You look more… alive than tired.” Her tone was teasing, but she waved a hand.

“Alright, I won't push. Get some rest.” Her eyes lingered, knowing, but she let it slide.

Nivi nodded, her stomach knotting with guilt, and headed to her room, kicking off her sandals. The kids were asleep, their soft snores a comfort, and she changed into her nighty, the teal kurta folded away, the navy leggings tossed into the laundry. She sank onto the bed, Anand's snores distant, her mind a tangle of Mohan's touch, his dirty words, her own bold surrender. The guilt grew stronger, Raghavan's face flashing—his steady voice, their intimate moments, the way he saw her. I went too far, she thought, her fingers twisting the bedsheet.

She grabbed her phone, the screen glowing in the dark, and dialed Raghavan, her heart pounding. He answered after two rings, his voice warm but curious.

“Nivi? Calling late—what's on your mind?” The background was quiet, maybe his home, a faint rustle of fabric.

She took a breath, her voice steady but open, their past talks loosening her tongue.

“Sir, I got carried away tonight with Mohan,” she said, her words direct.

“He gave me a ride, and things got… intense. He went down on me, made me cum, and I returned the favor—my mouth on him, took it all.” She paused, her cheeks warming, but pushed on, no hesitation.

“He asked me to go to his place after, to keep it going, but I said no, needed to get home. I couldn't go that far.” Her voice was honest, raw, her connection to Raghavan urging her to spill everything.

Raghavan's tone stayed calm, a hint of amusement.

“Sounds like you had fun, Nivi. Why stop at his place? You were already on fire.” His voice was encouraging, no judgment, a warmth that eased her.

She swallowed, her fingers gripping the phone.

“I wanted control, sir. And… you're still in my head. After what we've had, it feels different with others. I felt a bit guilty, going that far with Mohan.” Her voice softened, her nighty brushing her thighs as she shifted.

He chuckled, low and warm.

“Guilt's natural, but don't let it hold you back. You're a firecracker, Nivi—explore, enjoy the variety. I like knowing you're out there, feeling alive, tasting different men.” His words were bold, a gentle push, his tone almost possessive yet open.

Nivi's brow furrowed, confusion swirling. Why's he okay with this? she thought, her mind racing. He'd always been intense, claiming her in their moments, yet now he encouraged her to roam.

“Sir, I don't get it,” she said, her voice curious but cautious.

“You don't mind me with others? Most men wouldn't share like that.” Her question hung, her guilt mingling with intrigue.

Raghavan laughed softly, his voice steady.

“I'm not most men. I like you bold, Nivi—exploring, owning your desire. It doesn't take you away from me; it makes you… more. Try it, see what you like. You'll come back to me stronger.” His words were confident, a challenge, leaving her puzzled but stirred.

She nodded, though he couldn't see, her throat tight.

“Okay, I'll… think about it. Thanks, sir.” Her voice was soft, the confusion lingering, his acceptance both freeing and strange. The call ended, his words echoing, her mind a storm of questions.

She lay back, the ceiling fan humming, Anand's snores a distant drone. Her thoughts churned—Raghavan's encouragement, Mohan's desperate touch, her own control holding firm. Why share me? she wondered, the idea unsettling yet intriguing, her body still tingling from the night's heat. The city's quiet pulse lulled her, and she drifted to sleep, the chapter closing on her tangled emotions, the night heavy with possibility.

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