Adultery Husband's mistake -Wife's bang bang

[Michel scottt]

Very good update...but too Short and now I have to wait for almost a day or More..so kindly make More contant at a time, thankyou

[qazmlp]

Seems like you want to bring the story to a climax soon...But fantastic uniquep update and more realistic that you showed Adithi not to be so naive nor Gupta to be so meticulous. Her idea of revenge also suggests she probably wants more herself.Also, once she came to know, she could have stopped then itself but she still went ahead with Rahul and bore the guilt n added excitement of putting on a special show.

[Suresh@123]

Seems like you want to bring the story  to a climax soon...But fantastic uniquep  update and more realistic that you showed Adithi not to be so naive nor Gupta to be so meticulous. Her idea of revenge also suggests she probably  wants  more herself.Also, once she came to know, she could have stopped then itself but she still went ahead  with Rahul and bore the guilt n added excitement of putting on a special show.

Thank you very much bro...

[Suresh@123]

Very good update...but too Short and now I have to wait for almost a day or More..so kindly make More contant at a time, thankyou

Thank you very much.... I will update today how Gupta and Rahul fucks her in different

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[Solotrubator]

Twist super.....

[me.you]

...... Nice twist. But its look like some one change the Plot. Story idea. LOL

[Suresh@123]

Twist super.....

Thankyou

[Suresh@123]

...... Nice twist. But its look like some one change the Plot. Story idea. LOL

Thank you very much. Yes I changed the plot as one of friend member requested.

[me.you]

Thank you very much. Yes I changed the plot as one of friend member requested.

Dont change ur ideas for other. be ur original. But Like this twist. I guess that last update not written by you. LOL

[Suresh@123]

And Update will soon. I am readying next part
But some members requesting me in pvt bang Athidi full.. these 3 days..

As requested I am making some special treatment to Athidi erotically rough..

If not pls tell so that I can change...

[me.you]

And Update will soon. I am readying next part
But some members requesting me in pvt bang Athidi full.. these 3 days..

As requested I am making some special treatment to Athidi erotically rough..

If not pls tell so that I can change...

Follow the orders sir. Haha. Bang bang bang.. But What happened to shailaja. Kamal also do bang?

[Suresh@123]

After that agreement here Athidi getting some tense in her mind. She thinks inside "what I did is it correct or

No" like Athidi thinking on that day night while sleeping. And she after some time she herself  thought "yes I

did right they tricked both me and Kamal.. Now I will do him as Gupta wife went to my husband and fucked

hard by Kamal.".

Later morning she came to know that shailaja reached to Kamal in Mumbai. She enquired by Gupta's satellite

phone and she confirmed. And she told to Kamal, Kamal fuck her just 3 days now i will watch... through

laptap.... Kamal replied " yes Athidi I will fuck her as They tricks us"..




    The Mumbai evening was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to skin like a lover’s breath. Shailaja

stood just inside the doorway of Kamal’s modest Bandra flat, her cotton saree already sticking lightly to the

small of her back. She was thirty-six, still carrying the soft curves of early motherhood, her eyes large and

perpetually downcast, the same eyes that had made Gupta fall in love with her twelve years ago. Tonight

those eyes flickered with something else—nervous anticipation, shame, and a thin, reluctant thread of

curiosity.

Kamal closed the door behind her with a soft click. He was the same age as her husband, average height,

average build, average in every way Gupta had mockingly described him during that drunken late-night

phone call three days ago.


“Three days, Shailaja,” Gupta had said, voice thick with whisky and something darker. “You go to his house.

You stay. You submit. Everything. I want proof. Photos. Videos. Everything.”


She hadn’t argued. She never did.

Kamal stepped closer, not touching her yet. He smelled faintly of sandalwood soap and the filter coffee he’d

been drinking all afternoon.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said quietly. His voice was gentler than she expected.

Shailaja swallowed. “I… I’m not afraid.”
A small lie.

He lifted a hand slowly, brushed the edge of her pallu where it dbangd over her shoulder. The silk slid an inch.

She didn’t stop him.

“May I?” he asked.

She gave the tiniest nod.

He drew the pallu away inch by inch, letting the heavy maroon fabric pool at her elbow, then her wrist, then

the floor. Underneath was a simple cream blouse, hooks straining slightly over the fullness of her breasts.

Kamal’s fingers trembled as he opened the first hook. Then the second. When the blouse parted he exhaled

audibly.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.

Shailaja’s breath hitched. No one except Gupta had ever spoken to her like that—soft, reverent.

He guided her backward until the backs of her knees met the edge of the low wooden bed. She sat. He knelt

between her legs, palms sliding up the outside of her thighs, bunching the saree higher. When he reached

the drawstring of her petticoat he paused again.

“Tell me to stop if you want,” he said.

She shook her head once. “Gupta… he wants this.”

Kamal’s jaw tightened for a second, then softened. “I’m not doing this for Gupta. I’m doing this because I’ve

wanted you since the first time I saw you at that Diwali party three years ago.”

Her eyes widened. She hadn’t known.

He tugged the drawstring. The petticoat loosened. He peeled saree and petticoat away together until she sat

in just blouse and panties, skin prickling in the air-conditioned room. Kamal leaned in and kissed the hollow

of her throat—slow, open-mouthed. Shailaja’s head tipped back on a shaky sigh.

“Mmmh…”

He smiled against her skin. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”

His mouth moved lower, kissing along the upper swell of her breast, then lower still until he reached the edge of her bra. He hooked a finger under the cup, drew it down. Her nipple was already tight, dark rose against

the creamy skin. He took it into his mouth without hurry—soft suction, then the flat of his tongue circling,

then gentle teeth.

“Ahh… Kamal…” Her voice cracked on his name, surprised at how easily it left her lips.


He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her. His free hand slid between her thighs, cupping

her through the thin cotton of her panties. She was already damp. He pressed the heel of his palm against

her clit and rubbed in slow, firm circles.

Shailaja’s hips jerked. “Ohhh… oh god…”

“Feel good?” he murmured against her breast.

“Y-yes… please…”

He slipped two fingers under the leg-hole of her panties, found her slick folds, parted them gently. One finger

circled her entrance, then slid inside—slow, so slow. She clenched around him instantly.

“Haaah… deeper…” The plea surprised even her.

Kamal added a second finger, curling them upward, searching. When he found that spongy spot inside she

cried out sharply.

“Aaah! There—there—!”

He kept the angle, stroking steadily while his thumb found her clit 

again. His mouth returned to hers now, kissing her deeply, swallowing 

every little whimper and gasp. Shailaja’s hands finally moved—

clutching his shoulders, then sliding into his hair, holding him against 

her mouth.

She came like that—sudden, shuddering, thighs clamping around his 

wrist, a long broken moan tearing from her throat.


“Aaahhh… Kamal… ohhh… I’m… I’m coming…!”

He didn’t stop until the last tremor left her.

When she sagged back onto the bed he stripped quickly—shirt, 

trousers, briefs. His cock sprang free—average length, but thick, the 

head flushed dark. Shailaja stared, cheeks burning. It looked… honest. 

Not intimidating like Gupta’s long, thin shaft that always made her 

feel stretched too far.

Kamal climbed over her, settling between her thighs. He rubbed the 

head of himself along her slit, coating himself in her wetness.

“Ready?” he asked, voice rough now.

She nodded, biting her lip.

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Shailaja lay on her back now, knees drawn up, feet planted wide on the mattress. Kamal knelt between her

thighs, both hands braced beside her shoulders, cock buried to the root inside her again—thicker than she

remembered from the first round, slick with their combined release.

He hadn’t pulled out fully since she’d come the second time. Instead he stayed deep, grinding in slow,

punishing circles, letting her feel every inch stretch her open again and again.

Shailaja’s palms pressed flat against his chest, fingers splayed, nails leaving faint red crescents.

“Kamal…” Her voice was already frayed.

He dipped his head, lips brushing her earlobe. “Louder this time. I want to hear exactly how much you need
it.”

He withdrew halfway—slow—then slammed back in with a wet smack that echoed off the walls.

Shailaja’s entire body jolted.

“AAHHHNNN!”

The sound ripped out of her—high, raw, almost surprised.

Kamal grinned against her throat. “That’s it.”

He did it again: long, deliberate pull-out, then hard, deep thrust.

“OHHHH… FUCK… KAMAL…!”

Her voice cracked on the curse—she almost never swore—and the shame of it only made her wetter.

He picked up rhythm now—steady, forceful strokes that made the wooden bedframe creak in protest. Each

time he bottomed out her cervix kissed the blunt head of him and her walls spasmed hard.

“HAAAANNN… YESSS… DEEPER… PLEASE… DEEPER…!”

She was louder now, shameless, head thrown back, throat working around the moans that kept pouring out.

Kamal hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider. The new angle let him grind against that

swollen front wall with every plunge.

“AAAIEEE… THERE… RIGHT THERE… OH GOD… OH GOD… KAMAL…!”

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, then at his back, leaving long red trails. Sweat beaded between her breasts;

he bent and licked it off in one long stripe before capturing a nipple between his teeth—gentle bite, then hard

suck.

“MMMMMHHHH… SUCK IT… HARDER… HAAAHHH…!”

She was babbling now, sentences dissolving into pure sound.

He switched to short, brutal jabs—fast, shallow, battering that same spot over and over.

Shailaja’s moans turned into sharp, staccato cries.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! YES—YES—YES—DON’T STOP—DON’T—HAAAAAANNN!”

Her thighs began to tremble violently. She tried to close them but he held her open, hips snapping

relentlessly.

“I’m— I’m— ohhh fuck I’m coming again— KAMAL—!”

This orgasm hit different—deeper, more violent. Her whole pelvis lifted off the bed, inner muscles clamping

down so hard he groaned like he’d been punched.

“FUCK… Shailaja… so tight… squeezing me…”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH… COMING… COMING SO HARD… OH MY GOD… KAMALLLL…!”

Her voice broke into a long, keening wail that seemed to go on forever—shaking, desperate, almost sobbing

with pleasure. Her nails dug into his shoulders; she bit her own lip until she tasted copper.

He didn’t let up.

Through the aftershocks he kept fucking her—long, punishing strokes now, dragging out every last flutter.

“Again,” he rasped. “Give me one more. I know you can.”

She shook her head frantically even as her hips rolled up to meet him. “I can’t… too much… too—

HNNNGGGHHH…!”

But he changed the rhythm—slow, grinding rolls of his hips, pubic bone pressing directly on her oversensitive

clit with every circle.

Her eyes rolled back.

“Oooooohhhhhhh… no… no… yes… YES… AGAIN… IT’S COMING AGAIN…!”

This one built slower but hit like a freight train.

She screamed—full-throated, uninhibited.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH… FUCK… FUCK… KAMAL… I’M— I’M— COMIIIIINGGGG…!”

Her body locked, back arched so sharply only her shoulders and heels touched the mattress. A gush of

wetness soaked them both; she squirted in short, helpless pulses around his cock as she convulsed.

Kamal finally lost control.

“Shailaja— fuck— coming— inside you—”

He slammed deep one last time, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself in thick, hot spurts. His groan

was low and guttural, almost pained.

“Nnngghhh… Shailaja… take it… all of it…”

They collapsed together, trembling, gasping. Her leg was still hooked over his shoulder; he gently lowered it,

staying inside her while their breathing slowly synced.

Shailaja’s voice, when it finally returned, was hoarse and small.

“I… I’ve never… screamed like that…”

Kamal kissed the corner of her mouth, then her temple, then the salty skin beneath her eye.

“You were perfect,” he murmured. “Every sound. Every shake.”

She turned her face into his neck, hiding the shy, dazed smile that bloomed there.

Outside, Mumbai hummed on—honks, distant laughter, life that didn’t know what had just happened in this

small Bandra bedroom.

Inside, two days still remained.

And Shailaja already knew she would beg for more.

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And after 3 days of heavy romance there in shailaja with kamal. Both enjoyed a lot... Hot erotically..

One day later Kamal is working in his office stuff. Then his laptap blinked...

He just checked there and opened a big long 6 Gb video appeared. On the opening Day 1 title appeared. His tension

grew and his hands shakes..

Kamal thought what is this and he immediately opened that video... A scene is appreaed. His jaw dropped

By watching that video..




Athidi appeared by her eyes blindfolded with black cloth and her hands just above raised and handcuffed..

Both Gupta and Rahul lift her legs either side with each hand and finger fucking her rapidly... Her moans

biggerly moaning crying sound is echoing and her cunt juices flowing through Gupta's hands... Only sounds

coming from Athidi haaaa.. Uffffff... Nooooo.... I.... Canttt..... Ohhhhaaaaaa... Haaaa a..... Nooooo her moans ech...

But juices are flowing from her hot cunt.

[Suresh@123]

Pls give comments.... readers....

[me.you]

Pls give comments.... readers....

nice updates, keep continue

[Michel scottt]

Pls give comments.... readers....

This Kamal shailaja part is very nice..but feels like a filler episode..and now I am waiting for what Rahul and gupta is gonna do...keep rocking