Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

Proper way to thank him later is only to open her thighs for all men of Arjun family.

Yes bro... You are right

[Sofia989596324]

Nice narration bro


Waiting for the battle

[Rakul1985]

I thought Vicky will ask for hug and warn her he will be sorry if he gropes her while hugging. When he really does it she will be blushing.

[fuckandforget]

Good one

[Rakul1985]

Story in 1 st paragraph says Arun is gym friend and he is skinny who is getting blowjob from Ananya. And now it becomes
Rohan a muscular gym friend in a party.

[val.coutinho]

Nice going.... keep up the tempo

[Dorabooji]

Fantastic

[NityaSakti]

Silence before storm poor ananya

[Xossipyan]

Update pls

[kirak9484]

Nice narration bro


Waiting for the battle

Thank you bro

[kirak9484]

I thought Vicky will ask for hug and warn her he will be sorry if he gropes her while hugging. When he really does it she will be blushing.

Yes bro..

[kirak9484]

Nice going.... keep up the tempo

Thankyou

[Munda007]

Ananya is gone shake it baby

[kirak9484]

Nice going.... keep up the tempo

Thankyiu

[kirak9484]

Silence before storm  poor ananya

Thank you bro

[kirak9484]

Update pls

Thank you sure update

[kirak9484]

The next few days brought a surprising calm into Ananya’s chaotic life.
That same evening, Rajesh returned home much earlier than usual. The moment he stepped inside the duplex, his face was glowing with pure joy. Without saying a word, he dropped his bag, rushed toward Ananya, and lifted her up in his strong arms, spinning her around happily.
“Rajesh! What happened?” Ananya laughed, her peach saree fluttering as her feet left the ground. Her heavy breasts pressed against his chest, and her pallu slipped slightly, revealing a teasing glimpse of her smooth midriff.







Rajesh set her down but kept his arms around her narrow waist, pulling her close. “Vicky Sir hiked my salary today! A good 40% increase! He personally appreciated my hard work in front of everyone. He said I’ve been performing well under pressure. Can you believe it, jaan? After all those horrible weeks… things are finally looking up!”
Ananya’s eyes widened. “Wow… that’s amazing news, dear!” She hugged him tightly, genuinely happy for her husband.
But deep inside, a sharp pang of guilt stabbed her heart. I slapped that same man… the man who is now helping my husband. I misjudged him so badly. He is genuinely a good person.
Rajesh didn’t notice her inner turmoil. He cupped her face and kissed her passionately. Their lips met hungrily. The kiss quickly turned hot and desperate. Rajesh’s tongue pushed into her mouth as his hands roamed over her body — squeezing her full breasts over the blouse, then sliding down to grip her wide hips. Ananya moaned softly into his mouth, her body responding instantly after days of tension.
“Rajesh…” she whispered breathlessly as he pushed her against the wall. He yanked her pallu aside, exposing her honey-gold midriff. His mouth moved down to her neck, then lower, kissing and sucking along her waist. He dropped to his knees, poured a little oil from the nearby bottle into her deep oval navel, and attacked it with his tongue — licking, sucking, and thrusting deep into the sensitive hollow just the way she loved.
“Ahhh… Rajesh… yes…” Ananya moaned loudly, fingers tangling in his hair. The golden belly chain tinkled wildly as her hips rolled against his face. Her nipples were rock hard, and wetness had already soaked her petticoat. Rajesh worshipped her navel for a long time, making her come once just from his skilled tongue before standing up, removing his clothes, and bending her over the sofa.
He entered her from behind in one smooth thrust, one hand pressing firmly into her oil-slicked navel while the other squeezed her bouncing breasts. The belly chain rang loudly with every powerful stroke as Rajesh fucked her hard and deep.
“You feel so good today, jaan,” he groaned, pounding faster. Ananya came again, screaming his name, her deep navel clenching around his fingers. Rajesh followed soon after, filling her completely.
They collapsed on the sofa, tangled and sweaty. Ananya lay on his chest, feeling guilty pleasure. Vicky Sir helped us so much… and I slapped him. I need to find a way to thank him properly.





The next few days in college felt almost surreal. Arjun had completely transformed. Every morning when Ananya entered the classroom, he stood up respectfully and greeted her normally: “Good morning, Madam.” No lewd stares, no filthy whispers, no lingering near her after class. He sat quietly, took notes, and behaved like a regular student.
Ananya was shocked and deeply relieved. How did Vicky Sir manage to change him so quickly? He really is a man of his word.
During staff room conversations, Payal noticed Ananya’s relaxed expression and smiled sweetly.
“You look so much better these days, didi. What happened? Did the problem get solved?”
Ananya nodded, blushing slightly. “Yes, Payal. Vicky Sir helped me a lot. He made Arjun apologize personally and deleted the video right in front of me. Arjun has become so well-behaved now. I can’t believe it.”
Payal’s smile remained sweet on the outside, but inside she was raging with heavy anger and frustration. Why the hell are Vicky and Arjun suddenly acting so calm? We had such a perfect plan to break this bitch. Now she’s walking around looking relieved and glowing. This is not what we planned!
But Payal hid her fury perfectly. She held Ananya’s hand warmly and said in a happy tone, “You are so lucky, Ananya. Vicky Sir really understood your situation. He solved all your problems so quickly even after you… well, you know. He is such a mature and powerful man. Not everyone would help like this after being slapped.”
Ananya blushed again, feeling another wave of guilt. “Yes… he only solved my problem. I feel so bad for slapping him that night. He was drunk and said something wrong, but he still helped me so much. I misjudged him completely.”
Payal leaned closer, her voice soft and convincing. “Exactly, didi. Powerful men sometimes lose control when they see a beautiful woman like you. But he proved he is genuine. You should thank him properly one day. Maybe invite him for dinner or something. After all, he saved your reputation and Rajesh’s job.”
Ananya nodded slowly, her mind filled with gratitude toward Vicky. “You are right, Payal. I should find a way to thank him.”
Payal smiled on the surface, but her eyes burned with dark jealousy. She hated how Ananya’s beauty, innocence, and now “good fortune” made her even more desirable. Deep down, Payal wanted nothing more than to see this perfect woman broken, used, and humiliated.



Meanwhile, Ananya returned home every evening feeling lighter. Rajesh was happier, more energetic, and their nights had become intensely passionate again. Every time Rajesh worshipped her deep navel with his tongue, Ananya would moan loudly, but a small part of her mind now whispered Vicky’s name too — the powerful man who had solved her crisis.
The calm felt peaceful.
But it was the calm before a much darker, hotter storm.
Vicky, Priya, Arjun, and Payal were simply waiting for the perfect moment. The “help” they had given was just bait. And Ananya, in her relief and gratitude, was slowly walking deeper into their trap with every passing day.




To be continued..........

[kirak9484]

Over the next week, the atmosphere around Ananya became deceptively peaceful on the surface, but underneath it simmered with manipulation and rising heat.
Payal’s Hotter Pushing
Payal had become even closer to Ananya. Every day in the staff room, during lunch or between lectures, she would bring up Vicky in increasingly bold and suggestive ways.
One afternoon, while they were alone, Payal leaned very close to Ananya, her own saree pallu slipping low to reveal her fair midriff. She placed a hand on Ananya’s thigh over the saree and whispered conspiratorially:
“Didi, you are so lucky. Vicky Sir is such a powerful, handsome, and mature man. He solved your biggest problem so easily. Arjun has become an angel now. Rajesh Sir got a huge salary hike. All because of one man… and you slapped him?” Payal giggled teasingly. “If I were you, I would have thanked him in a very special way.”
Ananya blushed deeply. “Payal… stop it. He helped me as a good person.”
Payal’s hand slowly moved higher on Ananya’s thigh, squeezing gently. “Good person? Didi, he is a man. When he saw you in that pink saree at the party, any man would lose control. Those big, soft breasts… this tiny waist… and that juicy ass you hide under your pallu. Even I get jealous sometimes. Tell me honestly — when he praised your beauty that day, didn’t your body react even a little?”
Ananya’s cheeks burned. She pressed her thighs together, remembering how Vicky’s hungry eyes had roamed over her body. Payal continued, her voice turning huskier:
“Imagine… a powerful man like him wanting you so badly. I heard powerful men are very good in bed. They know how to worship a woman’s body… especially sensitive places like…” Payal’s fingers boldly traced over Ananya’s pallu-covered midriff, pressing right above her deep navel. “This deep, perfect navel that Rajesh Sir is obsessed with. I’m sure Vicky Sir would love to pour oil here and drink from it for hours.”
Ananya shivered visibly. A soft “Mmm…” escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her nipples hardened against her blouse. Payal noticed and smiled wickedly.
“See? Your body is honest, didi. You should meet him once. Thank him properly. Wear something nice… maybe a slightly lower saree. Let him see what he saved. Who knows… you might enjoy it more than you think.”
Payal’s constant dirty suggestions, mixed with her “friendly” touches on Ananya’s waist, breasts, and hips, were slowly poisoning Ananya’s mind with forbidden thoughts.




Payal leaned in, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Didi… just imagine. Vicky Sir is such a powerful, experienced man. Tall, commanding, rich… and the way he looks at you? Like he wants to devour you whole. If I were in your place, I would have gone to him that very night after the party.”
Ananya’s cheeks flushed. She tried to focus on her notes, but Payal continued, her hand resting casually on Ananya’s thigh over the saree.
“Think about it… a man like him would know exactly how to handle a beautiful married woman like you. He would unwrap this pallu slowly, kiss every inch of this soft honey-gold skin…” Payal’s fingers traced lightly along Ananya’s waist through the pallu. “Then he would pour warm oil right here…” Her finger pressed firmly over the spot where Ananya’s deep oval navel lay hidden, circling it teasingly. “And drink from this deep, sensitive navel for hours. I’m sure his tongue would go so deep… making your belly chain ring non-stop while you moan like a slut.”
Ananya shivered visibly. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Heat bloomed between her thighs. Her nipples stiffened against her blouse.
“Payal… stop it,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Her face turned deep crimson.
But Payal didn’t stop. She leaned even closer, her breath hot against Ananya’s ear. “Why stop, didi? Don’t you feel it? Your body is reacting. Those big, heavy breasts are heaving. This narrow waist is trembling. And down here…” Payal’s hand boldly slid lower, squeezing Ananya’s wide hip. “This juicy ass and that soaked pussy must be dripping just thinking about a real man like Vicky Sir fucking you while your hardworking husband is busy in office.”
Ananya’s breath hitched. A strange, weird, forbidden feeling stirred deep inside her — a mix of shame, guilt, and unwanted arousal. She pushed Payal’s hand away with fake anger.
“Bas kar Payal! Stop it right now!” she said, trying to sound stern, but her voice came out breathy and weak. Her cheeks burned red. “You are crossing limits. Vicky Sir helped me as a good person. Don’t talk about him like that.”



That same evening, while Rajesh was sitting on the sofa after dinner, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. He opened it casually.
It was a high-quality cuckold threesome video.
A beautiful married woman in a saree, looking somewhat similar to Ananya in figure, was on her knees sucking one man’s cock while another man fucked her hard from behind. The woman was moaning shamelessly, her pallu completely gone, blouse open, heavy breasts bouncing. The man behind her was gripping her hips and occasionally slapping her ass while the one in front pulled her mangalsutra.
The caption read: “Some wives need more than one cock while their husbands work hard.”
Rajesh froze. His face turned pale, then red with anger and strange arousal. He quickly deleted the video, but it had already planted a disturbing seed in his mind. That night, when he made love to Ananya, he was rougher than usual, almost as if he was trying to reclaim her. He fucked her hard from behind, pressing deep into her navel with his fingers, imagining someone else watching.


That same night, while Rajesh was taking a shower, Ananya received a message from an unknown number. It was a video.
She opened it hesitantly.
The video showed a beautiful married woman in a saree being fucked hard by two men at the same time. One man was sucking her deep navel while thrusting into her, the other was fucking her mouth. The woman was moaning shamelessly, her belly chain ringing loudly. The video was shot in high quality and extremely explicit — full of dirty talk, cuckold humiliation, and intense threesome action.
Ananya’s breath hitched. She quickly closed it,


Ananya was disturbed, wet, and terrified. She deleted them immediately but couldn’t stop thinking about them.



Thinking who sends but there no number showing.... But she and Rajesh both disturbed.... But no one told about such sex videos to any one... Hiding that in their minds only.....



To be continued.........

[RANA ROY]

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[Sofia989596324]

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