Adultery Shadows of a Pure Wife (Chapter 10 updated- 23.2- Story Completed)

[Manfrombd]

[Manfrombd]

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[Manfrombd]

Chapter 7: The Unspoken Vow

The blue night-light of the coupe didn't fade. It swelled brighter, humming with a low, electric frequency that made the metal walls pulse like living skin. Vikram’s final rope landed hot across the front of her cream tunic, soaking through the thin cotton in dark, spreading patches that clung to her breasts and stomach like wet ink.

Meher didn't bow her head. She didn't collapse. She stayed on her knees, lips swollen and glistening, looking up at Vikram with a wide, terrifying clarity.

Vikram reached down, fingers brushing her cheek—soft, reverent—and then he stood. He stepped over her kneeling form, completely nude, cock heavy and glistening between his thighs. He didn’t dress. Instead, he bent, hooked his arms under her, and lifted her as though she weighed nothing.

He carried her the two steps to the lower berth and laid her on her back. He positioned her carefully: head on the pillow, legs parted, the ruined tunic clinging to her breasts like war paint.

He knelt between her legs, but he didn't go lower. He leaned over her, eyes locked on her chest.

His hands came up—slow, reverent—cupping the undersides of her breasts through the soaked fabric. The wet cotton clung like a second skin, the dark patches of semen making the material nearly transparent, revealing the hard peaks of her nipples beneath. He squeezed gently, thumbs brushing over the stiff buds.

Meher’s breath hitched—loud, needy. "Ohhh… Vikram… touch my tits… play with them…"

He didn’t speak. He simply lowered his mouth.

His lips closed around her left nipple through the tunic—sucking hard, tongue swirling over the fabric, tasting the mix of his own cum and her sweat. He drew the nipple deep into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak through the thin material.

Meher cried out—loud, shameless, voice cracking with pleasure. "Yes… Vikram… suck my tits… suck them hard… I love your mouth on my breasts… bite them… please, Vikram… suck my tits…"

He growled against her breast, the vibration traveling straight through the sensitive bud. His hands kneaded her flesh—firm, possessive—thumbs circling the nipples, pinching just enough to make her arch. Sweat poured from her body, mixing with the drying saliva and semen, making her skin gleam under the blue night-light.

He switched to the right breast—sucking even harder, tongue lashing the nipple through the wet fabric until she gasped. The tunic was soaked now—translucent, clinging to every curve, the dark patches spreading wider.

"Harder, Vikram… bite my nipples… make me scream… I love it when you suck my tits like this… they’re so sensitive for you… fuck… suck them… own them…"

Her voice was raw, loud, dirty—filling the coupe, echoing off the walls. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Yes… Vikram… like that… suck my tits… make them ache… don’t stop… please don’t stop…"

Vikram growled—low, possessive—against her breast. "These perfect tits are mine, jaan… I love how they taste… I could suck them forever…"

He pulled the tunic up—finally—exposing her breasts completely. They bounced free—full, flushed, nipples dark and swollen. He latched onto one bare nipple—sucking hard, tongue swirling in slow, wet circles around the areola before flicking the tip fast and relentless. Meher’s back arched off the berth, hips bucking involuntarily, pussy clenching on nothing. He released with a wet pop, only to bite gently—teeth closing around the nipple, tugging, stretching the sensitive flesh until it stood out red and throbbing, then soothing it with long, flat licks that dragged from base to tip. The contrast made her sob with pleasure.

He moved to the right breast, repeating the assault: hard suck that pulled the entire peak deep, tongue lashing in quick, wet strokes, teeth grazing the base, then nipping the tip, tugging, stretching, releasing, soothing with slow circles. His hands squeezed the soft flesh, fingers digging in, thumbs flicking the nipples in time with his mouth. Sweat poured from her body, dripping down her sides, pooling beneath her on the berth. Her voice was hoarse now, raw from screaming.

"Harder, Vikram… bite my nipples… make them throb… I love it… I love your mouth on my tits… fuck… suck them… make me cum just from your mouth on my breasts…"

He drew the left nipple back into his mouth, sucking deeper, tongue pressing flat against it, then curling to flick the very tip in rapid, relentless strokes. Saliva coated her breasts, dripping down the curves, mixing with sweat and the drying semen. The skin grew red from his attention, nipples raw and glistening, every nerve ending on fire. He switched again, latching onto the right nipple, drawing it deep, teeth grazing the base, then nipping the tip, tugging, stretching, releasing, soothing with slow circles. The rhythm was relentless—suck, bite, soothe, switch. He alternated between breasts, never giving her a moment to breathe. One nipple was sucked hard while the other was pinched and rolled, then switched. Saliva dripped in thick strands from her breasts to the berth. Her body trembled, hips bucking, chasing release that hovered just out of reach. The wet sounds of his mouth on her skin filled the coupe—slurping, sucking, soft pops when he released, followed by her hoarse cries.

Time dissolved. He worshipped her breasts for what felt like hours—slow, deep, relentless—until they were dark, swollen, glistening, red from his attention. Sweat poured from both bodies. Saliva coated her breasts, dripping down the curves, mixing with sweat and the drying semen.

Then Vikram lifted his face, eyes locked on hers. The blue light cast deep shadows over his sharp features. He spoke, his voice rough and trembling with emotion:

"Meher… jaan… marry me. Be my wife. I want you forever… not just tonight. I love you… I need you… marry me, jaan."

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she shouted through the pleasure, a look of pure, unadulterated devotion on her face that Aamir had never seen.

"YES! Jaan… YES! I’ll marry you! I love you… I ACCEPT, jaan! Marry me… make me yours forever!"

She pulled him down for a messy, desperate kiss. "I’ll be your wife… fuck your wife… marry me… I love you… yes… yes… YES!"

Her voice softened, eyes shining with fierce devotion. "Aamir's cock… it's nothing compared to yours, Vikram. He could never do what you do to me… he could never make me feel like this. He's a loser… such a pathetic loser…"

Vikram smiled, dark and tender. "But we have to thank him, jaan. He brought us together. Without him, I would never have tasted your perfect tits… never have heard you scream my name. Thank you, Aamir… for giving me your wife."

Meher nodded, tears of joy streaming. "Yes… thank you, Aamir… thank you for bringing us together. I love you, Vikram… I love you so much…"

Then, suddenly, the motion stopped.

Vikram was dressed. He slung his bag over his shoulder. He turned toward the upper berth where Aamir was watching, paralyzed.

The blue night-light caught the knowing smile curling one corner of his mouth.

"Your wife was fantastic."

Aamir woke up drenched in sweat, the words "thank you, Aamir" still ringing in his ears like a gunshot. His heart pounded against his ribs. His cock was painfully hard, leaking against the mattress, untouched. He couldn't believe it had felt so real—so vivid, so filthy, so wrong. He lay there, shaking, staring at the ceiling, the echo of her voice—raw, devoted, loving—burning in his skull.

He couldn't sleep. He couldn't breathe.

The night carried on.

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[Runer]

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[Anju angel]

Interesting story

[qazmlp]

Ok, the story is of misplaced cuck feelings that then feel like a betrayal.
Probably Aamir was better off heeding some online advice on this kink of his and taking it slow, step by step, small acts of voyeurism with his wife in different places that make it erotic for him. That way, he would have known his own personal limits in this fantasy of sharing his wife.
I felt the jasmine petals didn't suit the character involved. Probably the writer meant to write the reverse taboo story,but changed it to this one,but kept the Jasmine touch for effects.
That said, the story is very well written, not too short,not too long with added AI imagery to spice it up.
Great work indeed ? ? ?

[Rocky@handsome]

I truly admire the way you’ve been unfolding this story—it’s gripping and beautifully written.

I can understand why Aamir behaved the way he did with Meher after what happened between Vikram and her; it feels like even he( Aamir) is uncertain about his own nature or desires, and that makes the narrative even more intriguing.

Now, I’m genuinely curious to know what’s going on in Meher’s mind after all this. Is she feeling guilty or remorseful for her actions? Is she angry at her husband, or was she simply trying to fulfill his dream but carried away in the process? And what are her real thoughts about Vikram?

These emotional layers are what make the story so compelling, and I can’t wait to see how you bring them out.

Please update soon—I’m eagerly waiting for the next chapter!

Regards

Rocky ❤️

[heygiwriter]

can you tell me which ai tool you are using for videos

[xfirefox]

it initiated so fast, seemed a bit inorganic, it all happened in a spur of moment.

narration and word play is good. next

[Rizzi1198]

Great story add more

[jiivajothii]

Excellent update. Aamir paid the price at last. he dont deserver meher.

[Ajay Kailash]

Nice one

[HOTBABY]

Update pls

[dragonslair]

Ok, the story is of misplaced cuck feelings that then feel like a betrayal.
Probably Aamir was better off heeding some online advice on this kink of his and taking it slow, step by step, small acts of voyeurism with his wife in different places that make it erotic for him. That way, he would have known his own personal limits in this fantasy of sharing his wife.
I felt the jasmine petals didn't  suit the character involved. Probably the writer meant  to write the reverse taboo story,but changed it to this one,but kept the Jasmine touch for effects.
That said, the story is very well written, not too short,not too long with added AI imagery to spice it up.
Great work  indeed ? ? ?

That is because this is inspired from another story from different forum

[qazmlp]

That is because this is inspired from another story from different forum

What other story? And what specific thing being inspired are you talking about? Jasmine petals or misplaced cuck feelings or taboo?!

[abcturbine]

Wonderful.....keep it slow and seductive......try to add some kinkiness as well...

[HOTBABY]

Super story.pls update

[NovelNavel]

superb one

[tomdickharry2024]

Excellent story manfrombd! Love the animations too.!