Adultery Deepa - An innocent Wife and Elder sister and her sacrification

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Deepa will be used now by Johnny... This way..






In bunglaw Deepa oiled her body by johnyyy and licks her cunt...

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The next evening, the house felt unusually quiet and heavy. Charan was still abroad, unreachable, and the golden evening light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows in the living room. Deepa had changed into a simple cream-colored cotton saree after a long bath, trying to wash away the lingering shame that clung to her skin like invisible marks. But no amount of scrubbing could erase the memory of Johnny’s hot mouth between her thighs, the way her body had betrayed her so shamelessly, or the secret deal that now hung over her like a dark cloud.
Rahul sat on the sofa, still nursing his bruises — a dark purple mark on his jaw, another on his ribs that made him wince every time he moved. He had been quiet most of the day, lost in thought. Finally, he looked up at his elder sister, his voice low and pained.
“Didi… really, I didn’t do this crime. I swear on you. I never even touched that girl Ramya. Johnny… that bastard… he filed a completely false case on me just to take revenge. He wanted to destroy me because you slapped him that day.”
Deepa was standing near the window, adjusting the pallu of her saree. She turned slowly, her beautiful face softening with a mix of love and hidden sorrow. Her full lips trembled for a fraction of a second before she composed herself. She walked over and sat beside him on the sofa, close enough that her soft thigh pressed gently against his through the thin fabric.
She took his hand in both of hers, her touch warm and comforting, the same protective touch she had always given him since they were children.
“Yes, Rahul… it is right what you said,” she replied softly, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of pain. “That bastard Johnny kept a false case on you. He used his father’s political power and those corrupt cops to trap you. They beat you so brutally… I saw everything. My heart broke into pieces watching my little brother getting hurt like that.”
She squeezed his hand tighter, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “But you are strong, Rahul. You are innocent. And I will never let anyone destroy your future. You are the brightest student in your college. This nightmare is over now. The case is withdrawn. You can go back to your studies without fear.”
Rahul looked at her, his eyes also filling with emotion. “But Didi… how did you manage it? Those cops and Johnny… they looked so dangerous. What did you have to do to make them drop the case?”
Deepa’s heart clenched painfully. The memory of being tied up in that dark cell, her red bra and panty the only covering, Johnny’s rough hands on her waist, his tongue slurping loudly on her leaking pussy while she squirted helplessly — it all flashed before her eyes. The shame burned hot in her chest. She forced a gentle smile, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill.
“I… I just talked to them, beta,” she lied smoothly, her voice soft and reassuring. “I begged them. I told them you are a good boy, a topper, and that this was all a misunderstanding. Sometimes… we have to swallow our pride to protect our family. That’s all.”
Rahul nodded slowly, but something in her eyes made him feel there was more. Still, he didn’t push. Instead, he leaned his head on her shoulder, just like he used to when they were younger. “Thank you, Didi. You are my everything. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Deepa wrapped one arm around him, pulling him closer. Her heavy breasts pressed softly against his arm through the saree, but the touch was purely comforting, sisterly. Inside, however, her heart was weeping bitterly.
My little brother… if only you knew what your didi had to sacrifice for you. I let that monster lick me… I moaned like a cheap slut… I squirted on his face while you were bleeding next door. All so you could be free. This scar will stay with me forever.
A single tear finally escaped and rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away before Rahul could see.
Both of them sat there in silence for a long time, brother and sister holding each other, drawing strength from the bond they shared. On the surface, they gave each other courage — Deepa praising his innocence, Rahul promising to be more careful in college and never give Johnny any reason again.
But deep inside, both felt the quiet cry of pain.
Rahul cried silently for the injustice and the beating he had endured.
Deepa cried even more bitterly for the secret sacrifice she had made — her body, her dignity, and her fidelity now owed to the same rowdy who had ruined their peace. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel Johnny’s wicked smile, hear his cruel laugh, and remember the humiliating deal she had accepted: he could visit her anytime, anywhere, and use her as he wished.
The house was calm again, but the storm inside Deepa’s heart raged on.
She kissed the top of Rahul’s head gently. “Everything will be fine now, my brave brother. Just focus on your studies. Didi is always here for you.”
Rahul smiled weakly. “I know, Didi. You are the strongest woman I know.”
If only he knew how much that strength had cost her.


That night, as Rahul slept in his room, Deepa lay awake in her own bed, staring at the ceiling. Her phone was kept on silent, but she knew it could ring at any moment. Johnny’s first “visit” could come tomorrow… or even tonight.
The slow, burning sacrifice had only just begun.

[Suresh@123]

The night wrapped the quiet house in silence, broken only by the low hum of the air conditioner in Deepa’s bedroom. The cool air flowed over her naked body as she lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, completely nude after tossing aside her nightie in the restless heat of her subconscious. Her voluptuous figure gleamed under the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains — heavy, full breasts rising and falling with uneven breaths, dark nipples stiff and erect from the dream’s torment. Her smooth, soft tummy quivered gently, the deep navel glistening with a thin layer of sweat that had already begun to pool there. Her thick, golden thighs were parted slightly, revealing the soft pink folds of her pussy, already swollen and betraying her with a slick sheen of arousal.




Johnny loomed over her like a dark predator, his muscular body pinning her down. His rough hands gripped her soft waist, fingers digging possessively into the warm flesh as he buried his face between her trembling thighs.
“Haaa… haaaa…” Deepa moaned helplessly, her head thrashing on the pillow. “Nooooo… pls Johnny… pls leave me…”
But Johnny only laughed lowly, his hot breath fanning her dripping cunt. His tongue dove deep — long, wet, and relentless — licking from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her swollen clit with loud, obscene sounds.
“Slurrrp… slurrrp… slurrrp…”
The wet sucking noises filled the dream room, echoing shamefully. Deepa’s hips bucked involuntarily as his tongue fucked into her hole, curling and thrusting, drinking every drop of her leaking juices.
“No… no bhabi…” Johnny growled against her pussy, his voice thick with lust. “Today I will fuck you deep… where your husband can never reach. I’m going to stretch this married cunt wide open.”
The crude words sent a violent shiver through Deepa’s entire body. Shame burned hot across her face and chest, making her cheeks flame red. How can I feel this? I’m married… this is wrong… But her body betrayed her completely. Her pussy clenched hard, pushing out fresh, clear nectar that coated Johnny’s tongue and chin. Her thick thighs trembled uncontrollably on either side of his head, smooth underarms glistening with sweat, her hot back arching off the bed as unwanted pleasure built like fire in her core.
Johnny pulled back, his lips shiny with her juices. He gripped his massive 9-inch cock — thick, veined, and rock-hard — and rubbed the swollen head slowly up and down her leaking slit, teasing her entrance.
Deepa’s eyes widened in panic and forbidden desire. “No… no no no… I am married… please… Charan is my husband… don’t do this…”
Johnny smirked wickedly, eyes locked on hers. “No pleases, my sweet bhabi. Just enjoy what a real man feels like.”
With one swift, powerful thrust, he drove half his massive cock inside her tight, married pussy.
“Margayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…!!!”
A loud, broken scream tore from Deepa’s mouth — raw, shameless, filled with shock and overwhelming pleasure-pain. The stretch was brutal; her walls clenched desperately around the thick invasion, juices squirting out around his shaft as her body convulsed.
Suddenly, Deepa’s eyes flew open.
She sat bolt upright in bed, gasping heavily, her naked body drenched head to toe with sweat despite the cool AC blowing directly on her. Her heavy breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples painfully hard. Sweat trickled down her cleavage, pooled in her deep navel, and ran in rivulets down her soft tummy to disappear between her trembling thighs. Her pussy throbbed visibly — swollen, slick, and leaking profusely onto the bedsheet beneath her. A large wet spot had formed under her ass, evidence of how intensely her body had responded to the nightmare.
Deepa pressed a trembling hand to her forehead, trying to steady her breathing. “It… it was just a dream…” she whispered to herself, voice hoarse and broken. “Only a dream…”











But the sensations lingered vividly — the wet slurping of Johnny’s tongue, the burning stretch of his huge cock splitting her open, the humiliating scream that had ripped from her throat. Shame crashed over her like a wave. She was a married woman, a devoted wife, a protective sister… yet her pussy was dripping like a fountain from the mere fantasy of being fucked by the monster who now owned her nights.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she curled her legs together, feeling the sticky wetness coating her inner thighs. Her clit still pulsed with residual arousal, begging for touch she refused to give.
What have I become? she thought bitterly, pressing her thighs tighter. That bastard has entered my dreams now… making me moan and leak even in sleep. I sacrificed everything for Rahul… but at what cost? My body keeps betraying me… wanting what I hate.
She glanced at the clock. It was past midnight. Rahul was sleeping peacefully in the next room, safe because of her secret deal. Charan was still abroad, unaware of the storm raging in his own home.
Deepa slowly lay back down, pulling the thin sheet over her naked, sweat-slick body. But sleep refused to come easily. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Johnny’s wicked smile, felt his rough hands on her waist, heard the wet “slurrrp… slurrrp” of his tongue devouring her married cunt.
Her phone lay silent on the bedside table… but she knew it could ring at any moment. Johnny’s first real visit could happen tomorrow… or even tonight.
The slow, burning humiliation had slipped from the cell into her dreams — and Deepa feared it would soon invade her waking life too.


To be continued....

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[Suresh@123]

The next afternoon, the house was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock. Rahul had gone to college after Deepa insisted he resume his studies, promising him everything was fine. She had dressed carefully in a deep maroon silk saree that clung to her voluptuous curves like a second skin — the low-cut blouse hugging her heavy breasts, the pallu dbangd loosely over one shoulder, revealing the smooth swell of her cleavage. She told herself it was just a normal day. But deep inside, she knew better.
Her phone vibrated on the dining table at 2:30 PM. An unknown number. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she picked it up.
“Come to your bedroom. Now. Door unlocked. I’m already inside.”
The message was short. No greetings. No threats. Just command.
Deepa’s legs felt weak. Shame and fear mixed with a strange, unwanted flutter low in her belly. She glanced at the front door — locked. The windows — curtains drawn. Slowly, like a woman walking toward her own execution, she climbed the stairs to the master bedroom.
The door was slightly ajar.
She pushed it open.
Johnny stood near the window, wearing a black t-shirt that stretched over his muscular chest and dark jeans. The afternoon sunlight highlighted the hard lines of his jaw and the dangerous glint in his eyes. He looked every bit the rowdy predator — confident, unhurried, and completely in control.
“Close the door, Deepa,” he said softly, voice low and smooth like velvet over steel.
She obeyed, her fingers trembling as she clicked the latch shut. The click sounded too loud in the silent room.
Johnny didn’t rush. He walked toward her slowly, circling her once like he had in the cell, letting his gaze drink in every detail — the way the maroon saree hugged her wide hips, the gentle sway of her heavy breasts with each nervous breath, the deep navel he could imagine beneath the fabric, the soft curve of her waist.
“You look even more beautiful in your own home, bhabi,” he murmured, stopping just inches away. His presence filled the room, his masculine scent — a mix of cologne and raw heat — wrapping around her. “That saree… it’s screaming to be unwrapped.”
Deepa’s breath hitched. She clutched the pallu tighter against her chest. “Johnny… please… this is my home. My husband’s bed. I… I accepted your condition, but—”
“Shhh.” He placed one finger gently on her full lips, silencing her. His touch was surprisingly tender, almost caressing. “No rushing today. I want to enjoy my prize slowly. You’re not in the dirty cell anymore. You’re in your bedroom… and I’m going to make you feel things your husband never has.”
He stepped even closer until her breasts lightly brushed his chest. His hands rose to her waist, palms sliding over the silk, feeling the warmth of her soft flesh beneath. He didn’t grab — he explored. His thumbs traced slow circles just above her hips, pressing lightly into the yielding curve where her waist flared into her full hips.
Deepa shivered. A tiny gasp escaped her lips.
Johnny smiled, dark and knowing. “Feel that? Your body already knows me.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. Not kissing — just breathing warm air against her. “You smelled so sweet when you squirted on my tongue in the cell. I’ve been thinking about it every night.”
Deepa’s cheeks burned with shame. “Don’t… say that…”
But her nipples had already hardened, poking visibly against the thin blouse.
Johnny noticed. His hands moved upward with deliberate slowness, sliding along her sides, feeling the flare of her ribs, until his thumbs brushed the undersides of her heavy breasts through the saree and blouse. He cupped them gently, weighing their fullness, thumbs stroking the stiff peaks in lazy circles.
A soft, involuntary moan slipped from Deepa’s throat. “Haaa…”
“That’s it,” he whispered against her neck. “Let it out slowly. No one is forcing you today… except your own body.”
He took his time unwrapping her.
First, he tugged the pallu free, letting the maroon silk slide off her shoulder and pool at her elbow. The blouse came next — he unhooked it button by button, kissing the newly exposed skin of her cleavage after each one. When the blouse finally fell open, he pushed it down her arms, revealing her black lace bra that barely contained her lush breasts.
Johnny stepped back slightly to admire her. “Look at you… those perfect tits, that soft tummy, that deep navel begging for attention.” He traced one finger down the center of her chest, between her breasts, over her quivering belly, and dipped it teasingly into her navel, swirling slowly.
Deepa’s tummy fluttered violently. Her thighs pressed together as fresh wetness gathered between her legs.
He sank to his knees in front of her like a devotee. His hands caressed her hips, then slowly untied the saree strings and petticoat. The heavy silk whispered down her legs, leaving her standing in just the black bra and matching panty.
Johnny looked up at her, eyes dark with hunger but voice still calm. “Lie down on the bed, Deepa. On your back. Spread your legs for me… slowly.”
She hesitated, tears of shame pricking her eyes, but the memory of her brother’s bruised face and the deal she had made pushed her forward. She climbed onto the marital bed and lay back, her body trembling. She parted her thick thighs hesitantly, exposing the damp crotch of her panty.
Johnny climbed between her legs, still fully clothed, and lowered his face to her inner thigh. He kissed the soft skin there — slow, open-mouthed kisses that trailed higher and higher, his stubble grazing her sensitive flesh and sending electric sparks straight to her core.
When he finally reached her panty, he pressed his mouth over the wet fabric and breathed hot air through it. Deepa’s hips jerked.
“Johnny… please…”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid the panty down inch by inch, watching her face the entire time. Once it was off, he spread her legs wider, exposing her soft pink pussy — already swollen, glistening with arousal, her clit peeking out.
“Look how wet you are for me already,” he murmured. “Your married cunt is dripping… even though you hate me.”
He didn’t dive in. Instead, he started with slow, feather-light licks — tracing the outer lips, avoiding her clit deliberately. Long, flat strokes of his tongue that made her squirm. Every time she tried to push her hips toward his mouth, he pulled back slightly, teasing her.
“Slurrrp… slow… let it build,” he whispered between licks.
Deepa’s hands fisted the bedsheet. Her breathing grew heavier. “Haaa… shhhh…”
He licked deeper now — tongue sliding between her folds, tasting her sweet-salty nectar, but still avoiding direct pressure on her clit. He sucked gently on her inner lips, then dipped his tongue into her entrance, fucking her slowly with it.
Deepa’s moans grew louder, more desperate. “Ahhh… Johnny… oh god…”
Only when her thighs were shaking uncontrollably did he finally focus on her clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue — slow, deliberate circles — then sucked it between his lips with gentle pulsing pressure.
The pleasure was maddeningly slow and intense. Deepa’s back arched off the bed, her heavy breasts bouncing, nipples rock-hard. Sweat began to bead on her underarms, her tummy, and between her breasts.
Johnny kept the pace torturously slow, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, then easing off, only to build her up again. He slipped two thick fingers inside her, curling them against that sensitive spot while his tongue worked her clit in perfect rhythm.
Deepa was lost. Shame still burned in her chest, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Her hips rolled against his face, chasing his mouth. “Please… I… I can’t…”
Johnny finally lifted his head, lips shiny with her juices. He quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body and the massive 9-inch cock standing thick and veined, already leaking precum.
He positioned himself between her spread thighs, rubbing the fat head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness.
Deepa’s eyes widened at the size. “It’s… too big… please go slow…”
“I will,” he promised, voice husky with excitement. “But I’m going to fuck you deep today… deeper than your husband ever has.”
He pushed forward slowly — the thick head stretching her entrance. Deepa gasped sharply, her walls clenching around the invasion.
Inch by inch, with controlled thrusts, he sank deeper. Halfway in, he paused, letting her adjust, then pushed again — slow, steady, relentless — until his entire 9 inches were buried to the hilt inside her tight, married pussy.
Deepa’s mouth fell open in a silent scream of overwhelming fullness. “Haaaaaaa… oh my god… it’s so deep…”
Johnny stayed still for a moment, letting her feel every throbbing inch. Then he began to move — long, slow, powerful strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. He gripped her soft waist with both hands, holding her in place as he fucked her with passionate intensity, yet never rushing.
His hips rolled in deep, grinding circles, hitting her cervix with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of their joining filled the room — skin slapping softly, her juices coating his balls.
Deepa’s moans turned wild and broken. “Ahhh… Johnny… haaa… it feels… too good… I can’t… stop…”
He leaned down, capturing one stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while pounding deeper. His free hand slid between them to rub her clit in tight circles.
The combination was mind-blowing. Deepa’s body convulsed. Her pussy clenched violently around his thick cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her — longer and stronger than anything she had ever felt.
She squirted hard around his shaft, soaking his groin and the bedsheet, her loud cries echoing in the bedroom: “I’m cumming… haaaaa… Johnny… I’m cumming!!”
Johnny didn’t stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, making it last until she was shaking and sobbing with pleasure.
Only when her climax began to ebb did he groan deeply and bury himself to the hilt, flooding her married womb with thick, hot spurts of his cum.
They stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat.
Johnny kissed her neck softly, whispering, “This is only the beginning, my passionate bhabi. Next time will be even better.”
Deepa lay beneath him, chest heaving, tears of shame and unwanted ecstasy mixing on her cheeks. Her body still trembled around his softening cock.
The slow seduction was complete. Johnny had claimed her — not just her body, but a piece of her soul — in her own marital bed.

[Harsha037]

great update bro. eagerly waiting to see what jhonny will do next

[Suresh@123]

Johnny giving wild smile by looking Deepa face and told sati Savitri now under my control... Haaaa... Haaaa.... laughing



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