Adultery Wife's Submission to husband's Enemy(updated 16/06/26)

[opendoor]

Shailoo

[girrich9486]

Shailoo

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[Ayush01111]

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[joyeity]

Mind Blowing story. Please keep it up, bro.

[Rakul1985]

What happened to Navya further ?

[girrich9486]

Mind Blowing story. Please keep it up, bro.

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[girrich9486]

What happened to Navya further ?

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[Gitaranjan]

Excellent. Revenge drama.

[exbiixossip2]

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[Rakul1985]

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[girrich9486]

Karthik came home that night with fire in his eyes. The door slammed behind him. Shailaja was in the kitchen, wearing a simple yellow salwar kameez, stirring dal. She turned and saw his face — tight, victorious, dangerous.
“I have her,” he said straight away. “Navya. Vikram’s sister. I fucked her today. In the hotel. Pussy and ass. She screamed my name louder than you screamed his. I have videos. Clear ones. Face, mangalsutra, everything. Now I’m going to ruin him completely.”
Shailaja’s spoon froze in the kadhai. Her heart started beating fast — but not only from fear. A warm, secret throb started between her legs. Just hearing Vikram’s name brought back memories: the ice, the thick cock stretching her, the way he made her scream until her throat hurt. She hated herself for it, but her pussy clenched at the thought.
“Karthik… wait,” she said softly. She kept her voice calm. “Sit down. Let’s talk.”
He didn’t sit. He walked closer, eyes shining.
“I’m going to send him the video. Then I’ll call him. Make him bring Navya to the penthouse. We’ll make him watch while I fuck his sister in every hole. Then you and I will show him what real revenge looks like. He started this. Now I finish it.”
Shailaja’s hands started shaking. She turned off the stove and faced him. Deep inside, something was screaming at her. She needed Vikram. His roughness. His control. The way he broke her and made her love it. Karthik was her husband — she loved him. But Vikram… Vikram awakened something dark and hungry in her body that Karthik’s revenge sex could never fully satisfy.
“Karthik, please listen,” she said, stepping close and holding his arm. “You already took his sister. Tit for tat. You fucked her. You recorded her. That’s enough. He hurt us, you hurt him back. Now please… leave all this. Stop here. No more.”
Karthik laughed — short and bitter.
“Enough? He fucked you for hours in front of me. Made you scream like a whore on ice. Made you say you’re his slut. Made me kneel naked and thank him. And you want me to stop?”
Shailaja’s cheeks burned. Her nipples hardened under the kameez. She pressed her thighs together secretly.
“Yes… please stop,” she whispered. “I am your wife. We have a life. If you keep going, it will destroy everything. Already you took revenge on his sister. Let it end.”
Karthik grabbed her waist and pulled her close. His hand slid down and squeezed her ass hard.
“You liked it, didn’t you? When he fucked you. When he pushed ice inside your cunt and ass. You came screaming his name. I saw the videos. I heard you. ‘Vikram… yes… break me…’”
Shailaja closed her eyes. Shame and arousal mixed badly inside her.
“That was… different,” she said weakly. “It was forced. I had no choice.”
“Liar,” Karthik whispered against her ear. “Your pussy was dripping for him. Now I will do the same to his sister. I will fuck Navya in front of him. I will make her scream my name while he watches. Ice in her cunt. My cock in her ass. Everything he did to you.”
“No!” Shailaja pushed his chest. Her voice rose. “Don’t do that, Karthik. Please. What is the difference between you and him then? He forced me. Now you will force his sister? You will become exactly like him. A monster. Please… leave it. For our marriage. For me.”
Karthik’s face hardened.
“You are defending him? After what he did?”
“I am not defending him,” she said quickly, tears forming in her eyes. “I am protecting us. You, me, our life. If you send that video, he will come back harder. It will never end. Please… listen to me. We already took revenge. You fucked his sister. You have the videos. Keep them as insurance. But don’t push more. Don’t ruin his sister completely in front of him. Don’t make me watch that.”
Karthik stared at her for a long moment. Then he stepped back.
“You still want his cock,” he said coldly. “That’s the truth, isn’t it? Deep down you need that bastard to fuck you like a cheap whore.”
Shailaja didn’t answer. She couldn’t lie properly. Her silence said enough.
Karthik picked up his phone and keys.
“I’m going out. I need to think. Or maybe I need to send the first clip right now.”
“Karthik, wait—please don’t—”
He didn’t listen. He walked out and slammed the door.
Shailaja stood alone in the kitchen. Her legs felt weak. She slowly sat down on the dining chair, heart hammering.
What was she going to do?
One side — her husband. Karthik. The man she married. The man who loved her, even if his love had turned dark and vengeful. She owed him loyalty.
Other side — Vikram. The enemy. The man who humiliated her husband. The man whose thick cock and cruel hands made her cum harder than she ever had in her life. Her body craved him. Even now, sitting there, her panty was wet just thinking about his voice commanding her, the ice on her clit, his cock splitting her open while Karthik watched helplessly.
She covered her face with both hands.
“I am a bad wife,” she whispered.
Minutes passed. Her mind raced.
If Karthik sent the video tonight, everything would explode. Vikram would become dangerous. Navya would be destroyed. And she… she would lose the chance to ever feel Vikram inside her again. That thought hurt more than it should.
She stood up. Walked to the bedroom. Opened her secret drawer and took out the black lace panty she had worn that first night with Vikram. She held it to her nose. It still carried a faint smell of that penthouse.
Her hand slipped inside her salwar. Fingers found her wet clit. She rubbed slowly, eyes closed, remembering Vikram’s voice: “Louder. Let your husband hear how easily you break for me.”
She moaned softly. “Vikram…”
Guilt hit her immediately. She stopped touching herself.
“What should I do?” she thought again and again.
She could tell Karthik the full truth — that she still wanted Vikram sometimes. But that would break his heart completely.
She could secretly message Vikram and warn him.
Or… she could meet Vikram one last time. Feel him once more before Karthik destroyed everything.
Her phone was in her hand. Vikram’s number was still saved under a fake name.
She typed a message. Deleted it. Typed again.
Shailaja: Karthik has videos of Navya. He is very angry. He wants to ruin you completely. Please be careful. He may send them tonight.
She stared at the message for two full minutes. Her thumb hovered over Send.
If she sent it, she was betraying her husband.
If she didn’t send it, she might lose the only man who made her body sing with dirty pleasure.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Finally, she deleted the message again.
She couldn’t betray Karthik completely. Not yet.
But she also couldn’t stop thinking about Vikram’s hands on her body.
She went to the bathroom, removed all her clothes, and stood under the shower. Cold water. Like the ice cubes Vikram had used. She touched herself again — faster this time. Two fingers inside her pussy, thumb on clit. Imagining Vikram behind her, pushing his thick cock into her ass while calling her his slut.
She came hard — legs shaking, moaning his name quietly under the running water.
After the shower she wore only a towel and lay on the bed. Her mind was still fighting.
Karthik was right about one thing — she did crave Vikram. But she also loved her husband. She didn’t want Karthik to become a monster like Vikram. Revenge was making him cruel. If he destroyed Navya completely, what would stop Vikram from destroying them later?
She had to stop this war.
Maybe she could offer herself to Vikram again — secretly — to calm him down. Or convince Karthik that destroying Navya would make them no better than Vikram.
Her phone rang. It was Karthik.
She picked up with trembling hands.
“Karthik… where are you?”
“Outside. Thinking.” His voice was still hard. “I sent the first 30-second clip to Vikram. He called immediately. He is scared now.”
Shailaja’s heart sank.
“Karthik… please… don’t do more. Come home. Let’s talk properly. I will do anything you want. Fuck me however you want. Take my ass rough. Make me scream. But please stop this revenge on Navya.”
There was silence on the line.
Then Karthik said, “I’ll come home in one hour. Be ready. Red saree. No panty. I will fuck you thinking of how I will fuck his sister.”
He cut the call.
Shailaja lay back. Her body was already getting wet again at the thought of rough sex with Karthik. But her mind was with Vikram.
She quickly typed another message — this time to Vikram from a new, unknown number.
Unknown: Karthik has videos of your sister. He is planning something big on Friday. Be ready. Don’t reply. This is from someone who doesn’t want more destruction.
She sent it.
Then immediately deleted the chat and the number.
Shailaja’s heart was beating like a drum. She had betrayed her husband a little. But she had also tried to protect everyone.
Now she waited — for Karthik to come home and fuck her hard, and for Vikram’s next move.
She didn’t know whose side she was really on anymore.
Her body wanted Vikram.
Her heart wanted peace with Karthik.
And her mind was trapped in the middle — burning with guilt, lust, fear, and dangerous excitement.

[RCF]

True definition of a whore - Mrs. Shailaja can be found in this story. Please do not call her wife and talk about love for her husband, its an insult to women who truly love their husbands.

[girrich9486]

True definition of a whore - Mrs. Shailaja can be found in this story. Please do not call her wife and talk about love for her husband, its an insult to women who truly love their husbands.

Yes.. She felt preference to Vikram..... than her husband.

[Rakul1985]

Yes.. She felt preference to Vikram..... than her husband.

Yeah, at least Karthik has Navya to fuck now when she is talking to her brother Vikram.

Please add their look alike photos.

[girrich9486]

Yeah, at least Karthik has Navya to fuck now when she is talking to her brother Vikram.

Please add their look alike photos.

Thank you bro... Sure will add pics