Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

Bitches are on heat and Ananya need her ass to spanked hard. She is the path of Slutdom

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[kirak9484]

Its lustfully complicating, with darkened desire

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[Vasanthan]

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[kirak9484]

Thank you all......







Next Ananya slowly addicting towards Vicky.. And she really felt happy while she thinks about him. But
any how some times she feel guilty about cheating her husband... But one big incident changes her.....respect to her husband Rajesh....



Ananya woke up early the next morning, her eyes swollen from crying silently through the night. Rajesh was still sleeping, his face bruised from the previous night’s events (though he didn’t remember much). She looked at him for a long time, her heart aching with guilt.
When Rajesh finally woke up with a severe hangover, Ananya was waiting for him in the living room with a glass of lemon water and a determined expression.
“Rajesh,” she said firmly as he sat up, holding his head. “This has to stop. Why are you drinking so much these days? You came home drunk twice in the last few days. Yesterday you were completely out. What is happening to you?”
Rajesh looked ashamed. “I’m sorry, jaan. The pressure at office is too much. Vicky Sir has been very supportive lately, and I got carried away celebrating the promotion. It won’t happen again.”
Ananya’s eyes filled with tears. She sat beside him and took his hand.
“Promise me, Rajesh. Promise me you will stop drinking. I can’t see you like this. I can’t bear it if something happens to you. You are my everything.”
Rajesh looked into her eyes, seeing the genuine pain and love there. He nodded slowly.
“I promise, Ananya. No more drinking. I will sacrifice it completely. For you. For us.”
He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. Ananya cried softly against his chest, the guilt eating her alive.
Rajesh’s Renewed Love and Care
From that day onward, Rajesh changed completely.
He stopped drinking entirely. He started coming home earlier whenever possible. He began taking care of Ananya in small, loving ways that melted her heart and deepened her guilt at the same time.: He woke up early and prepared her favorite breakfast — aloo paratha with curd and mango pickle. He fed her with his own hands, smiling lovingly. “You take care of everyone in college. Let me take care of you at home.”
In the evening, he surprised her with a beautiful pair of silver anklets with tiny bells. He knelt down and personally put them on her feet, kissing her ankles gently. The soft tinkling reminded Ananya of her belly chain, and a fresh wave of guilt hit her.


: He took her for a long drive at night, parked the car near a quiet spot, and made love to her in the back seat like they were teenagers again. He was gentle, passionate, and completely devoted. He worshipped her deep navel for a long time with his tongue, making the belly chain ring beautifully as she moaned his name.
Every loving gesture from Rajesh felt like a dagger in Ananya’s heart.
He is sacrificing so much for me… he stopped drinking, he is caring for me like never before, he is ready to give everything for my happiness… and what did I do? I let his boss suck my nipples and lick my navel while he was sleeping drunk in the same house. I dressed like a slut for him. I moaned for him. I am the worst wife in the world.
The contrast was devastating. Rajesh’s pure, selfless love made her guilt unbearable. She started avoiding Vicky’s messages and calls. She blocked his number again. She told Payal firmly that she wanted nothing to do with him anymore.
But deep inside, Ananya knew the storm was not over.
Vicky, Priya, Arjun, and Payal were powerful and patient. They had tasted her weakness, and they were not going to let her escape so easily.



After weeks of stress and distance caused by Rajesh’s heavy workload under Vicky, he surprised Ananya with movie tickets for a late-night romantic drama. Ananya, still carrying the heavy burden of guilt from the kitchen incident with Vicky, hesitated at first but eventually agreed. She wanted to feel normal again — to feel like Rajesh’s loving wife.
They watched the movie holding hands in the dark theater. During the romantic scenes, Rajesh gently squeezed her hand and whispered, “This reminds me of us in the early days.” Ananya smiled through the guilt that twisted in her chest.
After the movie ended at 11:45 PM, they walked to the car park. Rajesh was in a cheerful mood, humming the title song. Ananya sat in the passenger seat, wearing a simple but elegant navy-blue saree with a high pallu, trying to push away memories of the sleeveless blouse and low-tied saree she had worn for Vicky.
The car started smoothly, but after just fifteen minutes on the quiet Powai road, it began coughing and slowing down. Rajesh pulled over to the side.
“Damn it,” he muttered, checking the dashboard. “Looks like a fuel pump issue. The gauge is showing empty even though I filled it yesterday.”
Ananya looked worried. “What do we do now?”
Rajesh smiled reassuringly and took her hand. “Don’t worry, jaan. The house is only 2 kilometers from here. We can walk. It’s a nice night, and I’ll keep you safe.”
They locked the car and started walking along the dimly lit road. The night air was cool. Rajesh put his arm around Ananya’s shoulder protectively. For a few minutes, it felt peaceful — like old times.
Then, from the shadows of a narrow lane, four rowdy-looking men emerged. They were drunk, loud, and dangerous. Their eyes immediately locked onto Ananya.
“Arre wah… dekho kya maal hai!” one of them shouted, whistling. “Saree mein itni hot biwi… aur saath mein pati bhi hai. Perfect combination.”
Rajesh immediately stepped in front of Ananya, shielding her with his body.
“Stay behind me,” he whispered firmly.
The men laughed and surrounded them. The leader, a tall, muscular man with a scar on his face, stepped forward.
“Give us the woman for one hour, and we’ll let you go alive. Otherwise…”
Rajesh’s voice was steady but filled with rage. “Touch her and I’ll kill you all.”
The fight broke out instantly.
Rajesh was not a fighter, but love gave him strength. He punched the first man hard in the face, breaking his nose. He kicked the second in the stomach. For a few seconds, he held his own, protecting Ananya with everything he had.
But there were four of them.
They overpowered him quickly. One man grabbed Ananya’s pallu and tried to pull her away. She screamed, struggling desperately.
Rajesh roared with fury and threw himself at the man, punching him repeatedly. But the others attacked from behind. They beat him mercilessly — kicks to his stomach, punches to his face and ribs. Blood trickled from his mouth and nose.
Ananya cried out in terror, “Rajesh! No! Please leave him!”
One of the rowdies grabbed her arm roughly, trying to drag her into the darkness. “Come on, madam. Let’s have some fun.”
Rajesh, despite being badly beaten and bleeding, crawled toward them. He grabbed the man’s leg and pulled him down.
“Anything… you can do anything to me,” he gasped, blood dripping from his lips. “Beat me, kill me, take all my money… but please… leave my wife alone. She is everything to me. Please… I beg you.”
The leader laughed cruelly. “Hero ban raha hai? Fine. Empty your pockets. Jewelry, wallet, phone — everything. And the car keys too.”
Rajesh, barely able to stand, took out his wallet, watch, and Ananya’s gold earrings she was wearing. He handed over everything. Then he gave them the car keys.
“Take it all,” he said weakly. “Just don’t touch her.”
The men took the valuables, kicked him one last time for good measure, and finally left, laughing and cursing.
Ananya rushed to Rajesh, falling to her knees beside him. She cradled his bleeding head in her lap, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Rajesh… Rajesh, please open your eyes… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
Rajesh looked up at her with pain-filled but loving eyes. He weakly touched her cheek.
“Don’t cry, jaan… you are safe. That’s all that matters. I can bear anything… but I cannot bear if something happens to you.”
Ananya burst into loud, heart-wrenching tears. The guilt was unbearable now.
This man… my husband… he was ready to die for me. He gave everything — money, jewelry, the car — just to protect me. And what did I do? I let another man suck my breasts and lick my navel in our own kitchen while he was sleeping drunk in the next room. I dressed like a slut for Vicky. I moaned for him. I betrayed this man who is willing to sacrifice his life for me.
The contrast was devastating.
Rajesh tried to smile through the pain. “Let’s go home, jaan. I’m okay.”
Ananya helped him up, supporting his weight as they slowly walked the remaining distance. Every step was torture for her soul.
How can I face him every day knowing what I did? He thinks I am pure. He thinks I am his loyal wife. But I let his boss touch me. I let him see my body. I let him suck my nipples while Rajesh was in the same house.
By the time they reached home, Ananya was crying silently, her guilt reaching breaking point.
She cleaned Rajesh’s wounds carefully, applied ointment, and made him lie down. He fell asleep quickly from exhaustion and painkillers.
Ananya sat beside him the entire night, holding his hand, tears flowing continuously.
Rajesh… my love… my everything… I don’t deserve you. I have cheated you in the worst way. I got tempted by power, by attention, by forbidden pleasure. But you… you were ready to die for me tonight. You gave everything without hesitation. How can I ever forgive myself?
The decision crystallized in her heart.
No more. I will never meet Vicky again. I will never let this happen. I will be the wife Rajesh deserves. I will erase everything that happened with Vicky from my life.
She kissed Rajesh’s forehead gently and whispered, “I’m sorry, my love. I will never betray you again.” she thinking internally.. But deep in the corner of passion towards Vicky has not died.....


To be continues.....

[Periyapoolan]

When there is no passion in husband love making, why she is bothered. She knows she has to be submissive woman.

[Jayam Ramana]

Very good

[Rakul1985]

Oops still more wait for more deeper action.

[Thangaraasu]

Very good

[Givemeextra]

.She kissed Rajesh’s forehead gently and whispered, “I’m sorry, my love. I will never betray you again.” she thinking internally.. But deep in the corner of passion towards Vicky has not died.....

Ahhh -  A body in heat always overrules a sensible mind.

[Givemeextra]

She kissed Rajesh’s forehead gently and whispered, “I’m sorry, my love. I will never betray you again.” she thinking internally.. But deep in the corner of passion towards Vicky has not died..... 

Ahhh - A body in heat always overrides a Sensible Mind.

[Ahimsai Arasan]

After fucking with vicky she will kiss Rajesh with same mouth that fucked and filled and give the sperms of her lover to her impotent husband.

[Yesudoss]

Very good

[Rakul1985]

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[RANA ROY]

Good going...............

[Shailajaa Suresh]

Ananya tasted the forbidden. She can't act playing loyal life anymore

[kirak9484]

When there is no passion in husband love making, why she is bothered. She knows she has to be submissive woman.

Thank you... Yes she is submissive

[kirak9484]

Very good

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[kirak9484]

Oops still more wait for more deeper action.

Thank you but not much late

[kirak9484]

Very good

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