Adultery Conservative Married woman and cuck husband(updated 22-03-26)

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After one of Priya's hot sexual assult from their bank collegues she kept leave 2 days later going but

she felt so sad of video record and blackmailed... And aprove for loan. Next a message came to her

Your new master " come to this weekend for below address". She cried a lot innerly..

But outside She happily chit chat with mrunal... And mrunal also happily chit chat.. But innerly they both

suffering but can't open the pain....

After both Priya(jijina) and Vivek both went office that day... Still Mrunal not forgetting the farm house

encouters. Mrunal returned from the farmhouse after those three intense, shameful, secretly thrilling days

with Abhishek. Her body still carried faint marks—reddened patches on her inner thighs, a small love bite

just.. below her left breast that her saree pallu barely covered. She moved carefully around the house those

first few days, avoiding eye contact with Vivek for too long, convinced he knew nothing.

But Vivek already knew everything.

He had watched the videos Abhishek sent—multiple angles, close-ups of Mrunal’s trembling lips around

Abhishek’s cock, her heavy breasts bouncing as she rode him on the farmhouse sofa, her loud, broken moans

when he took her from behind against the window. Vivek had stroked himself raw to those clips, ashamed

and unbearably aroused at the same time. He said nothing to her. He simply waited.

Meanwhile, in the colony, Sruthi madam—38, commanding, always dbangd in crisp cotton sarees that showed

off her statuesque figure and deep navel—had been watching Mrunal for months. The way the 32-year-old

wife walked, hips swaying unconsciously, the way her saree blouse always seemed a little too tight across her

full breasts, the shy way she lowered her eyes when anyone complimented her beauty. Sruthi had decided

long ago that this conservative, homely woman needed to be peeled open like a ripe fruit.

And Meera, the 29-year-old maid who worked in three houses including Sruthi’s and Mrunal’s, had become

Sruthi’s willing accomplice.

It started innocently enough.

One afternoon Meera came to clean Mrunal’s house when Vivek was at the office. Mrunal was in the kitchen,

wearing a simple yellow cotton saree, pallu tucked tightly at her waist, midriff exposed as always when she

worked at home. Meera “accidentally” spilled a steel tumbler of water on Mrunal’s blouse while handing her

tea.


“Oh memsaab! Sorry sorry!” Meera gasped, immediately taking a dupatta from the sofa and pressing it

against Mrunal’s wet chest.

The white blouse had turned almost transparent. Mrunal’s black bra and the dark areolas were clearly visible.

Her nipples had hardened from the cold water and the sudden touch.

“Let me help you change, memsaab,” Meera said sweetly, already guiding Mrunal toward the bedroom.

Once inside, Meera locked the door quietly.

“Memsaab… your blouse is completely wet. You’ll catch a cold. Please remove it.”

Mrunal hesitated, cheeks burning. But Meera was already tugging at the safety pin, cooing, “Arre memsaab, I

see everything every day in other houses also. Nothing new.”

The wet blouse came off. Mrunal stood in her black bra and petticoat, arms instinctively covering her chest.

Meera’s eyes gleamed.

“Such beautiful skin… like milk,” she murmured, fingers brushing the underside of Mrunal’s heavy breasts as if

adjusting the bra strap. Mrunal shivered.

That was when Sruthi madam entered—without knocking.

She had been waiting in the next room, summoned by Meera’s missed call.

“Mrunal ji… everything okay?” Sruthi’s voice was smooth, authoritative.

Mrunal gasped, trying to cover herself with her pallu, but Sruthi stepped forward and gently but firmly pulled

her hands away.

“No need to be shy in front of us, dear. We’re all women here… almost,” Sruthi smiled wickedly, glancing at

the door where Vijay—tall, muscular, Meera’s husband—now stood, eyes dark with hunger.

Mrunal’s heart pounded. “Madam… please… I—”

“Shhh.” Sruthi placed one finger on Mrunal’s trembling lips. “You’ve been such a good, obedient wife all these

years. Don’t you think it’s time someone worshipped this body properly?”

Before Mrunal could protest, Meera had slipped behind her and unhooked the bra with practiced ease. The

heavy breasts spilled free—full, round, dark nipples already stiff. Sruthi cupped them immediately, thumbs

circling the areolas slowly.

“So soft… so full…” Sruthi whispered, bending down to take one nipple into her hot mouth.

Mrunal whimpered, knees buckling. Meera held her from behind, hands sliding down to untie the petticoat

knot. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving Mrunal in just her black panties—already damp at the crotch.

Vijay stepped closer, breathing heavily. Sruthi glanced at him. “Not yet, Vijay. First we taste her properly.”

Sruthi pushed Mrunal gently onto the bed on her back. Meera climbed up and pinned Mrunal’s wrists above

her head, straddling her face lightly—just enough to keep her from turning away.

Sruthi knelt between Mrunal’s thighs, hooked fingers into the waistband of the panties and peeled them

down inch by inch, exposing the neatly trimmed bush and glistening pink folds.

“Look how wet she already is,” Sruthi said to Vijay, spreading Mrunal’s thighs wider. “She wants this.”

Mrunal shook her head weakly, but her hips lifted involuntarily when Sruthi’s tongue made first contact—long,

slow lick from perineum to clit.

“Ahhh… madam… nooo…” Mrunal moaned, voice breaking.

Sruthi ignored her, burying her face deeper, tongue swirling around the swollen clit, then dipping inside the

dripping entrance. Meera leaned down and captured Mrunal’s mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing her cries.

Vijay couldn’t wait anymore. He shed his shirt and lunged for Mrunal’s breasts, sucking one nipple hard while

pinching the other. His rough hands kneaded the soft flesh, leaving red fingerprints.

Sruthi lifted her head, lips shiny with Mrunal’s juices. “Vijay… clean her navel first. She loves when someone

pays attention there.”

Vijay obeyed instantly. He dipped his tongue into Mrunal’s deep, oval navel, circling it, then sucking hard

enough to make her arch off the bed. At the same moment Sruthi returned to her pussy—two fingers sliding

inside, curling upward to find that spongy spot while her tongue lashed the clit mercilessly.

Mrunal was lost.

Her body jerked and trembled. Meera kept kissing her, pinching her nipples now, whispering filthy things in

her ear: “Memsaab… you look so beautiful when you’re being eaten… let go… cum for madam…”

When Mrunal finally came it was violent—thighs clamping around Sruthi’s head, back bowing, a long broken

wail escaping around Meera’s tongue. Juices gushed onto Sruthi’s chin.

They didn’t stop.

Sruthi climbed up, and breast sucking one by hot she is moaning heavily... Ufffff... Ufffff... Haaaa.... Noooo
..

Mrunal, dazed and still shaking, obeyed—tentative licks at first, then hungrier as Sruthi rocked against her

mouth.

Vijay positioned himself between Mrunal’s spread thighs, rubbing his thick cock against her soaked entrance.

“Should I, madam?” he asked Sruthi.

Sruthi looked down at Mrunal’s flushed, tear-streaked face buried between her legs.

“Yes,” she purred. “Fuck her slowly… let her feel every inch while she services me.”

As Vijay pushed inside—stretching her, filling her completely—Mrunal moaned into Sruthi’s pussy, the

vibration making Sruthi grind harder.

The room filled with wet sounds—slapping flesh, slurping tongues, broken whimpers and deep grunts.

Sruthi brought big strap on and by that she slowly fuck her by applied lubricant. Mrunal moan haaaaa

Slowly pushing... While he entered in mouth and Meera licking here and there.. Totally they used poor mrunal...

They took turns with her for the next two hours.

Meera sat on Mrunal’s face next while Vijay fucked her from behind, hands gripping her swaying breasts.

Sruthi used her fingers and tongue again, making Mrunal squirt for the first time in her life—shaking, crying,

begging them to stop and never stop at the same time.

When they finally finished, Mrunal lay sprawled on the bed—breasts red and swollen, navel glistening with

Vijay’s saliva, pussy puffy and leaking, thighs trembling.

Sruthi leaned down, kissed her softly on the lips—tasting herself on Mrunal’s tongue.

“Such a good girl,” she whispered. “This is just the beginning. Next time… we’ll do it in front of your husband.

I’m sure he’ll enjoy the show.”

Mrunal’s eyes widened in shock.

Sruthi only smiled, tracing a finger through the mess between Mrunal’s legs.


Mrunal closed her eyes, heart racing, body still humming.

She knew Sruthi was right.

And deep down… a shameful part of her couldn’t wait for the next time.

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One day later all three members happily doing supper in dining area.  Then Mrunal asked "didi when your


hubby will join to us"? Priya replied No not now coming Sunday he will come due to new business started so.. "

Two days later

January, Saturday afternoon – heat thick even with the ceiling fan spinning lazily

Priya’s heart was already hammering from the moment she read Abhishek’s curt text:

“2:00 sharp. Farmhouse. 1st floor. Room 15. Don’t be late. Wear what I sent.”

She had obeyed. The thin red cotton saree without blouse underneath, only a tiny black string blouse that

barely contained her breasts, no petticoat, just the saree pallu dbangd loosely saree below 4 inches to midriff.

She arrived exactly 2 pm. And she climbing first floor. Every step on the wooden

stairs made the fabric slide dangerously against her bare skin. She hated how wet she already was just from

the humiliation of following orders.

But when she reached the corridor of the first floor, room 15 was still twenty metres ahead.

From the left — room no. 11 — the sounds hit her like a slap.
.
Deep, guttural male grunts.

Flesh slapping flesh in a fast, wet rhythm.

And then the woman — screaming, sobbing, pleading, moaning all at once.

Priya froze.

That voice…

She knew that voice better than her own heartbeat.

Mrunal.

Her  sister. The soft-spoken, sari-wearing, puja-doing housewife who still called her “Didi” when no one was

listening.

Priya’s feet moved before her brain could stop them. She crept to the slightly ajar door of room 11, heart in

her throat, and peeked through the three-inch gap.

The sight punched the air out of her lungs.

Mrunal — completely naked — was on all fours in the centre of the huge old wooden bed.Her Mangal sutra

hanging like pendulum. Her long hair stuck

to her sweat-drenched back like black rivers. Her heavy breasts swung violently with every brutal thrust. Her

face was turned sideways, mouth wide open in a continuous wail, mascara running in black streaks down her

cheeks.

Behind her, Abhishek — dark, muscled, veins bulging on his forearms — had both hands clamped around her

hips like iron vices. He was slamming into her with long, punishing strokes, each one making Mrunal’s whole

body jolt forward. His thick black cock glistened obscenely every time he pulled almost all the way out, only

to ram back in to the root.


And in front of Mrunal’s face — Tony.

The towering, coal-black man they called “Negro Tony” in the village (though no one said it to his face). His

cock — even thicker than Abhishek’s — was buried so deep in Mrunal’s throat that her nose was mashed

against his pubic bone. Every few seconds he would pull out just enough for her to drag in a desperate,

gurgling breath before forcing himself back in, making her gag and choke wetly.

Mrunal wasn’t just taking it.

She was forced begging for it.

Between the cock-choking gags and the ass-slamming thrusts, broken words spilled out of her:


“AAHHH…… please…don't  fuck me harder… hanh… hanh… yesyesyes… I can't.. … aaaiiiieee…!”


Abhishek laughed — low, cruel — and slapped her ass so hard the sound cracked through the room like a

whip.

“Listen to your married little cunt beg, Tony. Vivek’s pious wife wants black dick more than her husband’s

limp prick.”She saying don't but see her wet juices dripping and flowing.. "

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“AAHHH… harder… please… fuck me slow… hanh… hanh… yesyesyes… margaiiii… aaaiiiieee…!”


Abhishek laughed — low, cruel — and slapped her ass so hard the sound cracked through the room like a whip.

“Listen to your married little cunt beg, Tony. Vivek’s pious wife wants black dick more than her husband’s

limp prick.”

Tony grinned, grabbed a fistful of Mrunal’s hair and yanked her head back so hard her back arched like a bow.

“Tell big brother-in-law how much you love getting ruined,  Mrunal.”

Mrunal’s voice came out shredded, almost unrecognisable:

“I lo—ve it… my husband Vivek for Vivek only.... acceptttttt being  here. … aaahhh god… I’m coming again… don’t stop… don’t stopppp…!”

Her whole body began to convulse. A violent shudder ran through her. Clear liquid squirted out around.

Abhishek’s pistoning cock, splashing onto the bedsheet in rhythmic pulses. She screamed — a long, high,

broken wail that echoed down the corridor:

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH… MERI CHUT PHAT RAHI HAI… AAIIIIIIIEEEEE… BAS… BAS… AAUUGGHHH!”

But they didn’t stop.

They went harder.

Tony pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cockhead.

He slapped her face lightly with it — left cheek, right cheek, across her gasping mouth.

“Clean it, randi. Taste it’s shame on my dick.”

Mrunal lunged forward like a starving animal, sucking him deep again, moaning around the thickness as if it

were oxygen.

Abhishek changed angle — lifted one of her thighs high, almost folding her in half — and started hammering

her at a new, vicious tempo. The wet thwack-thwack-thwack of his balls against her clit filled the room.

Priya’s hand had unconsciously slipped between her own thighs. The saree was already soaked. Two fingers

slid inside herself without thought. She was dripping down her inner thighs.

She hated herself for it.

She couldn’t look away.

Mrunal came again — even harder this time. Her scream turned animal:

“UUUUUHHHHH… BHAGWAN… MERA DIMAAG KHARAB HO RAHA HAI… AAHHHH… CHOOOOD DO MUJHE…

CHOOOOD DO…!”

But her moans they bang her in very rough and speed.

Tony suddenly pulled out, aimed, and started painting her face — thick white ropes landing across her

cheeks, her open mouth, her fluttering eyelids. Mrunal tried to catch it on her tongue like it was holy nectar,

whimpering “thank you… thank you…” between spurts.

Abhishek wasn’t done.

He yanked her up by the hair until she was kneeling upright, back pressed to his chest. One arm banded

around her waist, the other hand mauling her breast, pinching the nipple until she shrieked. And Tony slid

one finger in her anus hole slowly rubbing... She cried " what R are you doing not there not there..." Tony

slowly rotating one finger in her ass.  She came again... Noooooooooiioooo... This more intensively she

squirts hi juice. They stillll not left her.. They did different angles.

Then — still buried balls-deep — he lifted her bodily and turned so she faced the door.

Priya’s blood ran cold.

Mrunal’s eyes — glassy, pleasure-drunk — locked directly onto the crack where Priya stood.

For one endless second, sister stared at sister.

Mrunal’s lips parted. A broken, trembling smile spread across her cum-streaked face.

“Pri… Priya…didi?” she whispered hoarsely.

Then Abhishek slammed upward so brutally that Mrunal’s eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open in

another shattering scream:


“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH — PRIYA DEKH RAHI HAI — DEKH RAHI HAI MERI BEHEN — AAIIIEEEEE — MERI

BEHEN DEKH RAHI HAI MUJHE CHUDTE HUE — BAS… BAS… AAUUGGHHHH!”

The words sent Priya over the edge.

Her knees buckled. She came standing there in the corridor — silently, violently — biting her own palm to stop

from crying out. Her vision blurred with tears and shameful pleasure.

Inside the room, Abhishek roared and emptied himself deep inside Mrunal. She convulsed again, a final

squirting orgasm ripping through her as she felt him flood her womb.

“Take it… take every drop… tell your sister how much you love being bred like a bitch…”

Mrunal — voice cracked and tiny now — looked straight at the door again.

“I am sirry, Priya didi… I am being their cum-dump… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… but I can’t stop…  it …”

Priya slid down the wall, legs shaking, saree rucked up around her waist, fingers still buried inside herself.

She stayed there — hidden, trembling, listening — for the next twenty minutes while they took Mrunal again.

Slower this time. Almost tender. Whispering filthy promises in her ears while she whimpered and nodded and

came in gentle, rolling waves. And Priya turned her head side and trying leave from there mean while a big

scream came through that room. Priya panicked again she tried to watch what happens.. There Tony slid one

full finger in Mrunal' tight virgin ass.... HAAAA PLEASE LEAVE I CAN'T.... I CAN'T...  OHHHHHH NOOOOOO...

NOT.... THERE....... moans echo. Priya tears roll and there Mrunal also but with pleasure.











After they gave her 2 minutes to take rest... Meanwhile Priya heart racing fast her sleeveless blouse totally

drenched with sweat. A hot burning sensation grew in her body.. By the sweat drenching her aerola clearly

visible through fabric. And she trying to avoid and leaving she stepped 5 foot. Then again grunta heavy

moans coming this time they changed her position her leg as total spread based on cushion sofa so that her

pussy will access Cock directly go in deep.


Ahhhaaaa..  Noooi.... Please leave me.... My didi..... Coming...  So.... Pls.... I wantttttttt tooooo gooooiii.........

Margayiiiiiiiu........ Mera phaaaaat. ......






And after 10 minutes Mrunal's body shuddering.... I am. Commmmingggggggg...... Cominggggg....

They asked her what say again.... How many times you came today by our cocks.?

Mrunal can't.... Ouffffff...   Yaaaaa..  5 times.........











Priya slid down the wall, legs shaking, saree rucked up around her waist, fingers still buried inside herself.

She stayed there — hidden, trembling, listening — for the next twenty minutes while they took Mrunal again.

Slower this time. Almost tender. Whispering filthy promises in her ears while she whimpered and nodded and

came in gentle, rolling waves.

Priya never made it to room 15.

She didn’t need to.

Abhishek already knew she was watching. But He also leave her.. to go bank...

And he knew — just like Mrunal — that Priya would be back tomorrow.

Begging.


And while Priya is going return upto main door..... Her sister Mrunal's moans and 

cries with  high pleasure.... Yaaaaa..... Good... Soo.. Bigggg.... like 


moans reaching to Priya's ears.........



Continues.................

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Priya stumbled down the last few wooden steps, each one creaking under her trembling weight. Her red

saree clung to her like a second, soaked skin—sweat had darkened the fabric in wide patches across her

midriff and between her heavy breasts, the thin black string blouse now practically transparent. Her nipples

stood out stiff and aching against the damp material. Between her thighs, her arousal had leaked so

copiously that she could feel the sticky warmth trickling down the insides of her legs with every shaky step.

The main door of the farmhouse loomed ahead—freedom, escape, the chance to pretend none of this had

happened.

But just as her fingers brushed the rusted handle, the door swung inward with brutal force.

Rita stood there.

Tall, broad-shouldered, skin the color of dark teak, hair cropped brutally short. She wore only a black sports

bra that strained over her muscular chest and a pair of tight combat shorts that left her thick, powerful thighs

bare. A thin silver chain looped around her neck disappeared between her cleavage. Her lips curled into a

slow, predatory smile that showed too many teeth.

Priya flinched backward so hard her back hit the newel post.

“Where do you think you’re going, little bird?” Rita’s voice was low, gravelly, almost amused. She stepped fully

inside and kicked the door shut behind her with one booted heel. The bang echoed like a gunshot.


“I—I was just—” Priya’s voice cracked. She tried to pull the pallu of her saree higher to cover herself, but the

fabric was already slipping, exposing the lower curve of one breast.

Rita’s eyes raked down Priya’s body—lingering on the sweat-glistening bare midriff, the hard points of her

nipples, the dark wet patch spreading visibly at the front of the saree where it dbangd between her legs.

“You were just running away after watching your didi get turned into a screaming cum-rag?” Rita laughed,

short and mean. “Tony told me you’d try. Said you’d cream yourself silly and then pretend you’re still a good

girl.”

Priya’s breath hitched. “Please… I won’t tell anyone. Just let me—”

Rita took one long step forward. In her left hand dangled a heavy black duffel bag; the zipper was half-open

and Priya caught the glint of metal, silicone, leather straps. The unmistakable shapes of dildos, plugs,

harnesses.


“You don’t get to leave, Priya.” Rita dropped the bag with a heavy thud. “You stay till morning. Tony’s orders.

Abhishek’s orders. And now—” she reached out, thick fingers catching Priya’s chin, forcing her gaze up “—my

orders.”

Priya shivered violently. Rita’s thumb dragged roughly across her lower lip, parting it.

“Room 15,” Rita said softly. “Now.”

Priya shook her head once—weak, automatic.

Rita’s other hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of saree at Priya’s waist and yanking hard. The pallu fell away

completely; the thin string blouse stretched taut, one breast spilling free. Rita palmed it immediately—rough,

possessive—squeezing until Priya whimpered.

“Walk,” Rita growled, “or I drag you by your hair and make you crawl the whole way.”

Tears pricked Priya’s eyes. Shame, terror, and—God help her—fresh heat bloomed low in her belly.

She walked.

Up the stairs again. Past room 11 where Mrunal’s broken, ecstatic moans still floated faintly through the wall,

now softer, more pleading: “Haan… ab dheere… bas.. rakhna… ohhh god…” Nooo... Pls... I can't.... Noo...... Sir.... Slow...

Rita stayed close behind, one hand resting possessively on the small of Priya’s back, occasionally sliding

down to squeeze her ass through the saree.

Room 15 door was already ajar.

Inside: dim light from a single yellow bulb. A wide bed with fresh white sheets. A wooden chair in the corner.

And a full-length mirror propped against the wall—deliberately angled so whoever was on the bed could see

themselves.

Rita shoved Priya inside and locked the door.

“Strip.”

Priya’s hands shook so badly she could barely untie the saree knot. The fabric pooled at her feet in a damp

red heap. The tiny black string blouse followed—breasts bouncing free, heavy and glistening with sweat. No

panties underneath. Just her, bare, dripping, thighs shining.

Rita circled her slowly, like a shark.

“Pretty little thing,” she murmured. “Softer than your sister. Look at these tits—already leaking just from

watching.” She flicked one swollen nipple; Priya gasped. “Bet your cunt’s been crying since you saw Tony’s

black cock stretching her throat.”


Priya squeezed her eyes shut. “Please don’t…”

Rita laughed again. She unzipped the duffel fully and began laying out items on the bed with deliberate care.


And then Rita told her stay here we will be back.. I am going to 11 and she went outside of Room.

And there she stayed 5 minutes... 5 minutes nothing hear any moans screams. She thinks that they left her..

But after 10 minutes again moans this time heavy moans coming out of room no 11....continuously Priya' hear

skipped what they are doing to my little sister.... She thinks she should be stay here only as per Rita orders but

her mind sat to go there.... After 2 minutes she went and look into room secretly....... Her jaw dropped.......

Mrunal is fucking by three...... This time Tony fucking her cunt with hig big 10 inch dick and Abhishek playing

with ass by finger fucking to loosen and finally Rita held her waist a strap on and shoving in Mrunal's mouth.

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