Adultery My Wife and Servant Gopal: Biosys version

[Hotgiri]

Pls add gif n pic to story

[Biosys]

Weekend is coming .. please share big update… please keep her innocent..

Anushka-ji, thanks for your continued interest in story,.. I have now written the complete story, making as realistic as possible..Anu is innocent at her core, but in reality..she is more than that..you will see the transformation in Anu, as her character evolve..

And do let me know what did you like in the story?..or love to see in the story..

Biosys

[Hotgiri]

We love to see lots of sex between Gopal and Anu and exploring all fantasy position, pls add pic and gif of sex

It’s one of the best erotic story I have e read

[Biosys]

We love to see lots of sex between Gopal and Anu and exploring all fantasy position, pls add pic and gif of sex
It’s one of the best erotic story I have e read  

Hotgiri-ji, your first wish granted.. 

I am yet to figure out the AI images..

Biosys

[Biosys]

I see a lot of request for graphics, any one have expertise, please DM me..

Biosys

[Vidhi Valiyathu]

No graphics please. Not everyone likes it. Just leave the character looks to readers imagination

[Hotgiri]

Why u have problem with graphic it’s our request writer,

[Biosys]

No graphics please. Not everyone likes it. Just leave the character looks to readers imagination

Why u have problem with graphic it’s our request writer,

I hear you both... 

I will assure you.. will not random pick images and post. I will only (if at all), I can do it properly using AI.  
My timing is a constraint, the story is complete, ready to post ...but for images..has less time to explore, hence I am seeking help...


Biosys

[Jm12345]

Please update

[Hotgiri]

If the story is complete you can post it then without image, and then u can edit if u get how to add images in it

[Jayam Ramana]

Super

[anushka]

Update

[Biosys]

The Spoken Words
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Gopal reached for her, and this time she didn't resist. But instead of going for her clothes, his hands gently cupped her face. "Anu," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"Tumhe pata hai, main itne saal se tumhe dekh raha hoon." (You know, I've been watching you for so many years.)

She froze, her eyes searching his. "Dekh rahi hoon?" (Watching me?)

"Haan." (Yes.) Gopal nodded slowly. "

Jab tum royi thi apne pati se ladne ke baad, main dekh raha tha." (When you cried after fighting with your husband, I was watching.)

"Jab tum khushi se garden mein phool tod rahi thi, main dekh raha tha." (When you were happily picking flowers in the garden, I was watching.)

"Jab tum akeli raat mein royi thi, main dekh raha tha." (When you cried alone at night, I was watching.)

Tears filled her eyes. "Tum... tumhe pata tha?" (You... you knew?)

"Main sab jaanta hoon, Anu." (I know everything, Anu.) he said gently, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Main tumhare jism se nahi, tumhare dil se pyar karta hoon." (I don't love your body, I love your heart.)

She gasped softly, her heart aching with his words. "Kyun nahi kaha?" (Why didn't you say?)

"Kya kehta?" (What would I say?) he asked with a sad smile.

"Main ek naukar hoon, tum memsaab." (I'm a servant, you're the mistress of the house.)

"Mera pyar humesha anjaana rehna tha." (My love was meant to remain unknown.)

"Par aaj?" (But today?)

"Aaj... aaj toofan hai." (Today... today there's a storm.) he said softly.

"Toofan mein sab rules tod jaate hain." (In a storm, all rules are broken.)

She looked at him, truly seeing him for the first time—not as their servant, but as a man who had loved her silently for years.

"Maine kabhi nahi jaana ki tum... tum itna mehsoos karte ho." (I never knew that you... you feel so much.)

"Main tumhare liye kuch bhi kar sakta hoon, Anu." (I can do anything for you, Anu.) he whispered, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Bas tumhe dekh kar hi khushi mil jaati hai." (Just seeing you brings happiness.)

Slowly, deliberately, Gopal leaned in and kissed her—gently, reverently, as if she were something precious. She responded hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"Yeh galat hai." (This is wrong.) she murmured against his lips, even as she deepened the kiss.

"Jo dil se karte hain, woh galat nahi hota." (What's done from the heart isn't wrong.) he replied, his hands moving to her waist, then slowly up her back.

He undid the first button of her blouse, his fingers brushing against her skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She shivered, though the room was warm.

"Tum thandi ho?" (Are you cold?) he asked.

"Nahi." (No.) she shook her head. "Bas... bas thoda darr lag raha hai." (Just... just a little scared.)

"Mat daro." (Don't be afraid.) Gopal murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Main tumhe kuch nahi karne dunga jo tumhe pasand na ho." (I won't do anything you don't like.)

Gopal undid the remaining buttons of her blouse, his movements slow, deliberate, giving her time to protest if she wanted to. She didn't. She stood still, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short gasps as he slid the fabric from her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet.

"Khoobsurat ho." (You're beautiful.) Gopal whispered, his eyes roaming over her torso, clad only in a plain white bra. "Itne saal se main tumhe dekh raha hoon, lekin aaj pehli baar main tumhe dekh raha hoon." (I've been watching you for so many years, but today is the first time I'm truly seeing you.)

Gopal reached behind her to unhook her bra, his fingers fumbling slightly with the clasp. She heard it release, felt the straps slide down her arms, and then her breasts were bare to his gaze. Her nipples tightened in the cool air, or perhaps from the heat in his eyes.

"Anu..." he breathed, his hands coming up to cup them, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks.

"Tumhare ye... main bahut dinon se dekhna chahta tha." (These... I've wanted to see these for so long.)

She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, and she cried out, her hands flying to his hair, holding him to her as he sucked, licked, nibbled, driving her to the edge of madness.

Gopal moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, while his hand slid down her stomach, under the waistband of her petticoat, finding her wet and ready for him.

"Tumhari yehi haalat hai, ya maine kuch kiya?" (Are you always like this, or did I do this?) he asked, his fingers exploring her folds through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Tumne... tumne kiya." (You... you did it.) she admitted, her hips rising to meet his touch.

"Bas tumhaare baare mein sochti hoon toh... toh yeh ho jaata hai." (Just thinking about you... this happens.)

"Accha hai." (Good.) he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.

"Mujhe pasand hai ki tum mere liye gili ho." (I like that you get wet for me.)

Gopal deftly untied the drawstring of her petticoat, and it joined her blouse on the floor. She stood before him in just her panties, her body trembling with anticipation and fear.

"Bed par let jao." (Lie on the bed.) he commanded softly.

She obeyed, lying back against his rough sheets, her heart pounding. He joined her, his body covering hers, his weight a delicious pressure that she welcomed.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, he shifted, his hand moving to the waistband of his trousers.

"Anu," he said softly, "main tumhe chakhna chahta hoon." (Anu, I want to taste you.)

She shook her head, her eyes wide with alarm. "Nahi, Gopal. Woh... woh nahi." (No, Gopal. That... that's not.)

"Woh kyun nahi?" (Why not?) he asked gently, his hand stilling.

"Tumhe achha nahi lagega?" (You won't like it?)

"Woh... woh gandi baat hai." (That... that's a dirty thing.) she whispered, her cheeks flushing.

"Aise ladkiyan nahi karti." (Nice girls don't do that.)

"Kyun gandi?" (Why dirty?) he asked, his voice patient.

"Jo pyar se kiya jaata hai, woh gandi kaise ho sakta hai?" (How can something done with love be dirty?)

"Bas... bas aisa hi hai." (It's... it's just how it is.) she said, turning her face away.

Gopal gently turned her face back to his.

"Anu, dekho mujhe." (Anu, look at me.)

"Main tumhe seene se laga ke rakhunga. Main tumhare andar jaana chahta hoon, tumhare har ek hisse ko mehsoos karna chahta hoon." (I'll hold you to my chest. I want to enter you, I want to feel every part of you.)

She looked at him, her eyes uncertain. "Par... par woh..." (But... but that...)

"Woh pyar ki ek aur hai." (That's another form of love.) he whispered.

"Main tumhe apni zabaan se chodna chahta hoon." (I want to fuck you with my tongue.)

Gopal crude words should have shocked her, but instead they sent a thrill through her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding to his words even as her mind protested.

"Main... main darr rahi hoon." (I... I'm scared.)

"Mat daro." (Don't be afraid.) he murmured, kissing her softly.

"Agar tumhe pasand nahi aaya, toh main ruk jaunga. Main tumhe force nahi karunga." (If you don't like it, I'll stop. I won't force you.)

She looked into his eyes, seeing only love and patience there. Slowly, hesitantly, she nodded.

Gopal smiled gently, then moved down her body, kissing a trail down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She lifted her hips to help him, a silent admission of surrender.

[Jayam Ramana]

Nice update. Her husband did not even do this so far. What a useless wimp husband.

[chellaporukki]

Super update

[anushka]

Shaandaarrre

[tweeny_fory]

Wow what alovely story

[Pattaasu Balu]

Very hot going. Is the husband watching

[Biosys]

Very hot going. Is the husband watching

Might be.. in this version it’s written from Anu’s and Gopal’s perspective. Both were ignorant that someone is watching them.

If this story get enough likes and comments, and can make to blockbuster list, I can try writing another version from Anu’s husband perspective.

Biosys

[Hotgiri]

Did you get idea how to add gif