Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

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Ananya sat frozen in the corner of the staff room, staring at her phone screen with wide, horrified eyes. The video played on loop in her mind even after she had paused it. There she was — leaning in hesitantly, then pressing her soft lips against Arjun’s in a long, passionate lip-lock. Her eyes were half-closed. A soft, unmistakable moan had escaped her mouth during the kiss. The angle made it look completely willing.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Oh God… what if someone sees this? What if it reaches the principal? The students? My colleagues? What if Rajesh sees it?
Her breathing became shallow and panicked. She imagined the worst — the video going viral in the college WhatsApp groups, people calling her a “teacher who kisses students,” her reputation as a respectable married woman destroyed in seconds. Rajesh’s face flashed before her eyes. How would he react? Would he believe her? Would their marriage survive?
How did I get trapped like this? He is just a student… a final-year boy. I should never have agreed to that kiss. I should have complained immediately. I should have told Rajesh everything from the beginning. Now what? How will this problem be solved? Who can help me?
Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt completely helpless, trapped in a web of her own momentary weakness.
Just then, the staff room door opened with a loud click. Payal walked in, looking fresh in a light blue saree. She noticed Ananya sitting alone, lost in deep thought, staring blankly at the floor.
“Ananya didi?” Payal called loudly.
Ananya jerked out of her trance, nearly dropping her phone. “Payal… you scared me.”
Payal sat down right in front of her, pulling her chair closer. “What happened? You look dull and worried. Is everything okay? You seem completely lost.”
Ananya hesitated, biting her lower lip. She didn’t know whether to tell her or not. But the burden felt too heavy. Payal was her closest friend in college. She had always listened to her. Maybe she could help without telling Rajesh.
After a long internal struggle, Ananya finally broke down. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she narrated everything — how Arjun had started harassing her again after rejoining, how he grabbed her hips, blew hot air on her waist, threatened her, and finally blackmailed her into kissing him in the staff room. She showed Payal the video with trembling hands.
Payal pretended to be shocked. She watched the video with wide eyes, though she had already seen it multiple times.
“Wow, Ananya…” Payal said, her voice filled with dramatic surprise. She reached out and touched Ananya’s lower lip gently with her thumb. “You actually kissed him? Lip to lip? Such a long, deep kiss… I never thought you could do something like this.”
Ananya’s heart skipped a beat. She blushed deeply. “Payal… he promised he wouldn’t disturb me anymore. I was helpless. I thought if I kissed him once, he would stop. I didn’t know he was recording it. Now what will happen to my reputation? What about Rajesh’s reputation? If this video gets out…”
Payal didn’t remove her hand immediately. She continued stroking Ananya’s soft lip, feeling its plumpness, secretly enjoying the power she held.
Inside, Payal was thrilled. This beautiful, innocent, shy Ananya… soon Arjun and Priya will fuck her senseless. This perfect body — those big breasts, narrow waist, juicy ass, and that deep navel — will be used like a toy. How delicious.
But outwardly, she put on a concerned face. She stood up and hugged Ananya, pressing their bodies together, feeling the softness of Ananya’s heavy breasts against her own.
“Don’t worry, didi. You have to get that video back at any cost. Once it comes out, no one will listen to your explanation. They will only see that you kissed your student willingly in the staff room.”
Ananya nodded desperately. “How can I get it, Payal? He will blackmail me more. Please… you are my close friend. Suggest something.”
Payal smiled reassuringly. “Okay, don’t panic. I know his bhabhi Priya. She was my college classmate. I will talk to her or to Arjun. We will meet them and explain everything. I will try to get you out of this problem. Be brave, Ananya. Everything will be fine.”
Ananya hugged her tightly, feeling a ray of hope. “Thank you, Payal. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Payal stroked Ananya’s back, her hand slowly sliding down to her waist, secretly pressing near the hidden navel. “Anything for you, didi.”



Ever since the suspension incident involving his younger brother Arjun, Vicky had turned Rajesh’s professional life into a living nightmare. What began as subtle retaliation soon evolved into systematic, calculated harassment. As CEO, Vicky had absolute power, and he used every bit of it to break the man whose wife had dared to slap his brother and challenge their family’s influence.




Rajesh worked through the night, skipping dinner, surviving on coffee. He reached home at 3 AM, exhausted, only to wake up at 7 AM and head back to the office. When he submitted the reports, Vicky rejected them in the morning meeting in front of all 15 staff members.
“Rajesh, is this the standard of work we expect from senior executives?” Vicky’s voice boomed across the conference room. “These reports are garbage. Incomplete data, wrong projections, pathetic formatting. If you cannot handle basic responsibilities, perhaps you don’t belong here.”
Rajesh sat silently, cheeks burning with humiliation as his colleagues avoided eye contact. He knew the reports were rushed but solid given the impossible timeline. Yet he apologized and promised to redo them.
From that day, the pattern became relentless.
Every week, Vicky piled on impossible workloads. Rajesh was given projects that required 70–80 hours a week while others worked normal 40–45 hours. Deadlines were deliberately unrealistic. If Rajesh asked for extensions or help, Vicky would publicly mock him: “You want special treatment? Your wife teaches moral science in college, right? Maybe she should teach you how to manage time and pressure.”



“Look at this nonsense!” Vicky shouted, pointing at Rajesh. “I gave you one simple competitor analysis report and you couldn’t even get basic numbers right. Are you sleeping in the office or busy thinking about your hot wife in saree all day?”
The entire room fell into awkward silence. Some colleagues smirked, others looked away in discomfort. Rajesh’s face turned red with shame and anger. He wanted to defend himself, but he knew any argument would only make things worse. Vicky was not just his boss — he was the man holding the sword over his career.
Day by day, the harassment intensified. Vicky started calling Rajesh into his cabin for “one-on-one feedback” sessions that lasted hours. He would make Rajesh stand while he sat comfortably in his leather chair, pointing out imaginary mistakes in reports.


One particularly bad day, Vicky crossed all limits. He called an emergency meeting at 7 PM. Rajesh had been working non-stop since morning. When he presented his quarterly report, Vicky interrupted him midway.
“Enough of this bullshit!” Vicky stood up dramatically. “Rajesh, you are wasting everyone’s time. Your numbers are wrong, your analysis is shallow, and your attitude is pathetic. If you cannot match the standards of this company, I suggest you resign before I fire you. Do you understand?”
Rajesh’s hands trembled as he held the papers. His voice was barely audible. “Sir… I have been working 16 hours a day for the last two weeks. I—”
“Excuses!” Vicky cut him off sharply. “Everyone else manages. Only you have problem



Two days later, Vicky announced in the office group chat: “Our company has won a major tender worth crores. We are organizing a small celebration party tomorrow evening at 7 PM at the Orchid Banquet Hall. All 15 staff members must attend with their spouses. Dress nicely. No excuses allowed.”
Rajesh came home that evening looking tired but informed Ananya, “There is an office party tomorrow at 7 PM. We both have to attend.”
Ananya felt a wave of anxiety thinking about Arjun and the video, but she hid everything perfectly. She smiled warmly. “Okay, I’ll get ready nicely.”
The Next Evening – Getting Ready
Ananya spent extra time getting ready. She chose a beautiful pink chiffon saree with a matching deep-neck blouse. The saree was semi-transparent, dbanging elegantly over her voluptuous figure. The blouse hugged her 34D breasts tightly, showing a hint of cleavage. The saree was tied low on her hips, accentuating her narrow waist and wide, flaring hips. She applied perfect makeup — kajal-lined eyes, rosy blush, and soft pink lipstick. Her long hair was styled in loose waves. The delicate golden belly chain rested hidden beneath the pink fabric, its tiny bells silent for now.
When she stepped out of the bedroom, Rajesh was stunned into silence. He looked at her from head to toe — the way the pink saree clung to her full breasts, the dramatic curve of her waist, and the sensual sway of her hips.
“My God, Ananya… you look absolutely breathtaking. What a beauty you are,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming over her waist. Ananya kissed him back, trying hard to forget her troubles for one evening.




The Orchid Banquet Hall – The Party
The hall was decorated beautifully with dim, romantic lighting, crystal chandeliers, soft instrumental music, and elegant floral arrangements. The atmosphere felt luxurious and slightly erotic. All staff members had arrived with their wives, but the moment Ananya entered on Rajesh’s arm, she became the undisputed center of attention. The pink saree shimmered under the lights with every step, perfectly highlighting her heavy breasts, tiny waist, and juicy, rounded buttocks.
Vicky and Priya made their grand entrance shortly after. Vicky’s eyes locked onto Ananya immediately. A surge of raw, dark lust coursed through him. Fuck… this is the same woman who slapped my brother? She is a walking wet dream.
During the introduction round, Vicky extended his hand to Ananya. “Rajesh, your wife is incredibly beautiful,” he said, his voice smooth but eyes hungry. He shook her hand, holding it longer than necessary, feeling the softness and warmth of her palm. The smooth touch sent electricity through his body. He imagined those soft hands wrapped around his cock.
Rajesh introduced proudly, “This is Ananya, my wife. She teaches English literature in college.”
Priya also shook Ananya’s hand, squeezing it tightly with a sweet but dangerous smile. “Nice to meet you, Ananya. You look stunning in this pink saree.”
Inside, Priya thought viciously, This is the bitch who made my devar cry. Soon you will be moaning under my husband and brother-in-law, you pink-clad slut.
Vicky also introduced his close friend Rohan, a tall, muscular gym owner with a powerful physique. Rohan’s eyes widened with open appreciation when he saw Ananya. He shook her hand firmly, his grip strong and lingering. “Pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady,” he said, his gaze dropping briefly to her cleavage and waist.
Throughout the party, Vicky kept finding excuses to stay near Ananya — complimenting her teaching, her grace, her choice of saree. His eyes kept roaming shamelessly over her body. Priya watched everything with a cunning, satisfied smile, already texting Arjun and Payal live updates from the party.
Ananya felt increasingly uncomfortable under the intense stares, especially Vicky’s, but she maintained a polite smile, completely unaware that the powerful CEO praising her so sweetly was the same man whose family was systematically destroying her life.
Rajesh felt proud yet uneasy seeing how everyone, especially Vicky and Rohan, was ogling his wife. The pink saree made Ananya look like a goddess among ordinary women, but it also painted a target on her back.



To be continued........

[Hotgiri]

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