Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[Rakul1985]

Interesting.
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[kirak9484]

Interesting.
Even we need to see that video now

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[kirak9484]

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[kirak9484]

good triming......................

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[dragonslair]

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[Kartikjessie]

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[tapasshmf]

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[kirak9484]

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[kirak9484]

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[kirak9484]

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[val.coutinho]

Excellent bro keep going..... you're good at building the tempo

[kirak9484]

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[kirak9484]

That night, after a passionate session with Rajesh, Ananya’s phone buzzed on the bedside table. She picked it up casually, thinking it was a message from Payal.
It was a video from an unknown number.
She opened it.
The video showed a beautiful, fair married woman in a disheveled saree being fucked hard in a hotel room. One man was thrusting into her from behind while another stood in front, making her suck his cock. The woman’s heavy breasts were hanging freely, swinging wildly with every thrust. Her mangalsutra was bouncing between her cleavage as she moaned like a whore. The camera zoomed in on her deep navel as one man poured whiskey into it and drank from it while fucking her.
Ananya’s breath caught. She felt a sharp tension in her stomach. Her cheeks burned with shame… but deep between her thighs, a treacherous heat bloomed. She watched for a few seconds longer than she should have before quickly deleting the video. Her heart was racing.
Who is sending these? Why me?
She deleted the chat and tried to sleep, but the images kept flashing — the woman’s hanging breasts, the mangalsutra, the shameless moaning. Her deep navel throbbed faintly.
The Next Day
Ananya went to college in a soft sky-blue saree, pallu pinned high and modest. Rajesh left for office looking happier than before.
During the lunch break, another video arrived on Ananya’s phone. This one was even spicier — a married woman in a red saree riding one man reverse cowgirl while sucking another. Her breasts bounced heavily, nipples hard, mangalsutra swinging as she cried out in pleasure. The caption read: “Some wives need two cocks to feel satisfied.”
Ananya’s hands trembled. She felt wet. Shame and arousal warred inside her. She deleted it immediately, but the images burned into her mind.
At the same time, Rajesh received a similar video in his office cabin. He opened it during a break.
The video showed a voluptuous married woman with big hanging breasts and a visible mangalsutra being double-teamed. One man was sucking hard on her deep navel while pounding her pussy, the other fucking her mouth. The woman was moaning loudly, “Yes… harder… my husband can’t fuck me like this…”
Rajesh stared, breathing heavily. His cock hardened in his pants. A strange mix of jealousy and arousal hit him. He watched the entire video, then deleted it, but the images stayed with him the whole day.
The Farmhouse Invitation
The following evening, Vicky called Rajesh personally.
“Rajesh, come to my farmhouse tonight. Just a small celebration for the tender we won. Only you and me. Let’s have a few drinks and relax.”
Rajesh felt honored and agreed immediately.
At the luxurious farmhouse, Vicky poured drinks generously for Rajesh while taking very little himself. He kept praising Rajesh’s work, Ananya’s beauty, and how lucky he was. Rajesh, overjoyed and flattered, drank heavily. By 9:45 PM, he was completely drunk and passed out on the table.


“Rajesh, my friend,” Vicky said warmly, raising his glass, “you’ve been working very hard. Today we celebrate properly. No limits.”
Rajesh felt flattered. He drank freely, glass after glass, while Vicky kept refilling it and praising him.
After the fourth large peg, Rajesh’s tongue loosened. Vicky leaned back in his chair, a cunning smile hidden behind his polite expression.
“Tell me, Rajesh,” Vicky said casually, swirling the whiskey in his glass, “how did a man like you manage to marry such a stunning woman? Ananya… fuck, she is something else.”
Rajesh chuckled, already tipsy. “She is beautiful, Sir.”
“Beautiful?” Vicky laughed softly, his voice turning husky. “She is a fucking goddess, Rajesh. That day at the party… when she walked in wearing that pink saree… every man there wanted her. Those big, heavy 34D breasts… the way they were pushing against her blouse, begging to be squeezed. That tiny, cinched waist I wanted to wrap my hands around. And that ass…” Vicky exhaled deeply, eyes half-closed as if imagining it. “So round, so juicy, so perfectly bouncy. Every time she walked, it swayed like it was inviting someone to grab it hard and fuck her from behind.”
Rajesh’s face flushed, partly from alcohol, partly from strange arousal mixed with discomfort. He took another big sip.
Vicky continued, his tone becoming filthier as Rajesh got more drunk.
“And that midriff… hidden so carefully under her pallu. I can only imagine how soft and warm it is. That deep, perfect oval navel… I bet it’s incredibly sensitive. A woman like Ananya deserves to have her navel worshipped for hours — warm oil poured inside until it overflows, then a hungry tongue fucking it deep while she moans like a whore.”
Rajesh shifted in his seat, his cock unconsciously hardening in his pants as he pictured his own wife.
Vicky leaned forward, voice low and seductive. “Be honest, Rajesh. When you fuck her at night, does she moan loudly? Does that belly chain of hers ring when you pound her? Does she beg you to suck on that deep navel? A body like hers… those massive soft tits, that narrow waist flaring into wide fuckable hips, that juicy ass… she must be an absolute animal in bed.”
Rajesh was heavily drunk now, breathing heavily. He nodded vaguely, lost in alcohol and the dirty images Vicky was planting.



Tell me, Rajesh… does she like it rough? Does she scream when you fuck her hard?”
Rajesh mumbled something incoherent, his eyes glassy, completely intoxicated. He took another large gulp and finally collapsed forward onto the table, semi-conscious.
Vicky smiled darkly, completely sober. He had achieved exactly what he wanted — Rajesh was drunk beyond control, and the seeds of cuckold thoughts had been firmly planted in his mind.
Bringing Rajesh Home
Around 10:30 PM, Vicky drove the semi-conscious Rajesh back to the duplex. He helped him out of the car and rang the doorbell.
Ananya opened the door in her beautiful light green silk saree. The moment she saw her husband drunk and supported by Vicky, her eyes widened in shock.
“Sir… what happened?!” she exclaimed.
Vicky gave a concerned, gentlemanly smile. “He got carried away celebrating. I tried to stop him, but he was overjoyed with the salary hike. He collapsed on the table. I thought it best to bring him home safely.”
Ananya felt embarrassed and grateful. “Thank you so much, Sir. Please come inside.”
Together, they supported Rajesh from both sides and took him to the bedroom. While lowering him onto the bed, Vicky’s hand “accidentally” brushed against Ananya’s bare hip where her pallu had shifted slightly. His warm fingers touched the soft, smooth skin just above her petticoat.
Ananya shivered hard. A jolt of electricity ran through her body. She quickly adjusted her pallu.
Vicky immediately withdrew his hand. “Sorry, Ananya. It was unintentional.”
Ananya blushed deeply. “No problem, Sir.”
They laid Rajesh comfortably on the bed. He was snoring loudly now. Vicky stood up straight and looked at Ananya properly under the bedroom light.
The light green silk saree looked stunning on her. It clung sensually to her full breasts, highlighted her narrow waist, and dbangd beautifully over her wide hips. Even though her pallu covered her midriff, the elegant dbang made her look incredibly seductive.
Vicky’s eyes darkened with open lust. “Ananya… you are very beautiful. Extremely beautiful. Rajesh is truly a lucky man to have a wife like you.”
Ananya’s cheeks turned deep red. She looked down shyly, feeling a strange warmth spreading through her body. “Thank you, Sir…”
Vicky gave her one last lingering look — slowly roaming over her heaving breasts, the curve of her waist, and the flare of her hips — before saying, “I should leave now. Take care of him. If you need anything… anything at all… just call me.”
Ananya walked him to the door, still blushing. “Thank you once again, Sir… for everything.”
Vicky stopped at the threshold, turned, and gave her a small, intense smile.
“We will meet again soon, Ananya.”
He left.
Ananya closed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily. Her body was warm and tingling. Payal’s filthy words, the anonymous videos, Vicky’s touch on her bare hip, and his open compliments were creating a dangerous storm inside her innocent mind.
She went back to the bedroom, looked at her drunk husband, and felt a confusing mix of guilt, gratitude, and growing forbidden desire.
The trap was closing tighter.

[Arul Pragasam]

Super update

[Sofia989596324]

Super update bro

[val.coutinho]

Excellent build up

[xavierrxx]

I did not like Rajesh turning cuck. Ananya should cheat him being unable to control her body.

[Rakul1985]

I did not like Rajesh turning cuck. Ananya should cheat him being unable to control her body.

True

[kirak9484]

I did not like Rajesh turning cuck. Ananya should cheat him being unable to control her body.

OK OK bro... Rajesh not turn as cuck.. He will talk only in semi conscious by alcohol.

[Hotgiri]

Very good story, ple add gif n pice when Ananya having sex