Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[Ajay Kailash]

Thank you. Sure soon she will scream Vicky name while fucking...

He is her husband boss, she can't call his name, instead she may say fuck me hard sir..take me sir, use me sir, make me ur  slut sir, fill me sir, make me mother of ur child  sir 

[kirak9484]

After the college anniversary event ended, Vicky and Rohan drove straight to Vicky’s luxurious farmhouse on the outskirts of Powai. The night was cool, the pool lights were on, and soft music played in the background. They settled on the spacious veranda overlooking the garden, whiskey glasses in hand, bottles of premium scotch open on the table.
Rohan took a deep sip, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin.
“Bro… wow. Tonight was something else. Ananya and Payal… both are incredibly beautiful women. Fuck, the way they looked on stage. Ananya in that elegant cream saree, so graceful and modest, but those curves… and Payal in that low-tied red saree, showing her tummy like a temptress. My cock was half-hard the entire evening just watching them.”
Vicky chuckled, swirling the whiskey in his glass. He took a slow sip, his eyes dark with lustful memories.
“Yes, both are stunning. Married women. That’s what makes it hotter. There’s something special about fucking a married woman — especially one who pretends to be so conservative and moral like Ananya. The way she blushes, the way she fights it… and then breaks. I love breaking married women. Making them moan my name while their husbands are clueless.”
Rohan laughed, his muscular body relaxing as he poured another drink.
“Exactly. I love that too. The thrill of taking another man’s wife. Especially a beautiful, respectable one like Ananya. Did you see her breasts in that blouse today? So full, so heavy. I wanted to rip that pallu off and suck those big tits right on stage. And that waist… so narrow. Imagine gripping it while pounding her from behind. Her ass must be so juicy and soft.”
Vicky’s eyes gleamed. He leaned forward, voice low and filthy.
“Ananya’s body is built for sin, Rohan. Those 34D breasts… soft, heavy, perfect to fuck. Her deep oval navel… I already tasted it once. It’s so deep, so sensitive. When I tongue-fucked it, she moaned like a whore. Her golden belly chain was ringing non-stop. I want to pour oil in it, drink from it, and then fuck her while pressing my cock against that navel. I want to make her scream my name while her husband Rajesh is working late under my pressure.”
Rohan groaned, adjusting his pants as his cock hardened.
“Fuck yes. I want to see that. I want to fuck that bloody beautiful bitch Ananya. I want to see her naked — those big tits bouncing, that soft tummy trembling, that deep navel stretched around my tongue or my fingers. I want to bend her over and slap that juicy ass red while I pound her married pussy. And best of all… I want to do it in front of her husband. Make him watch how a real man fucks his wife. Make him see her moaning for bigger cock.”
Vicky laughed darkly, taking another sip.
“That’s the ultimate pleasure, isn’t it? Cuckolding a man while fucking his beautiful wife. Ananya is perfect for it. She’s so conservative on the outside — high pallu, moral lectures — but her body is pure fire. She gets wet so easily. When I sucked her nipples in her own kitchen while her drunk husband was sleeping in the next room, she was dripping. Moaning my name. Begging without words.”
Rohan’s eyes were glazed with lust. “And Payal? She’s also hot. That low saree today… showing her tummy and navel. She’s jealous of Ananya, right? I could see it in her eyes. She wants to watch Ananya get fucked. Maybe she wants to join too.”
Vicky nodded, smiling.
“Payal is useful. She’s jealous as hell of Ananya’s beauty and body. She’s the one pushing Ananya toward me. Every dirty word, every touch in the staff room… she’s helping me break her. I told her to bring Ananya to me whenever I call. She’ll do it. She wants to see her ‘perfect’ colleague turned into a common slut.”
Rohan raised his glass. “To married women. Especially beautiful, conservative ones like Ananya. I want to see her on her knees, pallu thrown aside, sucking both our cocks while crying about her husband. I want to fuck her deep navel. I want to make her scream louder than she ever does with Rajesh.”
Vicky clinked his glass against Rohan’s, his voice thick with dark promise.
“Soon, brother. Very soon. Ananya is fighting hard right now, but she’s weakening. The videos, Payal’s pushing, my messages… it’s all working. One more push and she’ll come to me willingly. Then we’ll both fuck her. We’ll make her take both our cocks. We’ll fill every hole. We’ll make her beg while her husband waits at home like a good little cuckold.”
Rohan laughed, already imagining it.
“I can’t wait to see her big tits bouncing while I fuck her from behind. That deep navel stretched around your tongue. Her mangalsutra swinging between her breasts as she moans like a whore. And Payal watching… jealous and wet… maybe joining us to hold Ananya down.”
Vicky raised his glass again.
“To breaking beautiful married women. To making them scream. To turning Ananya into our personal slut.”
Both men drank deeply, their laughter echoing into the night, their minds filled with filthy, detailed fantasies of dominating, fucking, and ruining Ananya — and using Payal’s jealousy to make it happen.
The trap was closing tighter.


Two Days of Leave
After the College Anniversary event, Ananya took two days of casual leave. She told the principal she was feeling unwell, but the real reason was to escape the overwhelming guilt, confusion, and unwanted arousal that had taken over her life.
Rajesh left for office early both days, kissing her forehead lovingly before going. “Take rest, jaan. Don’t stress. I’ll come back early.”
Ananya spent the days alone in their duplex, trying to find peace. But peace refused to come.
On the first afternoon, she lay on the bed in a simple cotton nightie, staring at the ceiling. The memories flooded back without warning.
That night… when Vicky brought Rajesh home drunk… I dressed like that for him. Sleeveless blouse showing my deep cleavage and smooth armpits. Saree tied so low that my soft tummy and the upper part of my deep navel were visible. The golden belly chain… I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to desire me.
Her hand unconsciously moved to her midriff, slipping under the nightie. Her fingers traced the soft skin of her tummy, circling the rim of her deep oval navel.
He stared at me like I was the most desirable woman in the world. His eyes on my breasts… on my bare waist… on my navel. When his hand touched my hip… when his tongue licked my armpit… when he sucked my nipples so hungrily… I moaned. I actually moaned for him while my husband was sleeping in the next room.
Her breathing grew heavier. Her nipples hardened against the thin nightie. A fresh wetness gathered between her thighs.
Rajesh loves me so much. He is ready to die for me. And I… I let another man touch me. Suck me. Taste the most private part of my body. What kind of wife am I?
Tears rolled down her cheeks even as her fingers dipped lower, brushing over her swollen clit. She moaned softly, ashamed of her own body’s betrayal.
Vicky’s tongue was so deep in my navel… so wet… so commanding. It felt different from Rajesh. More intense. More dangerous. I hate myself for liking it.
She rubbed herself faster, imagining Vicky’s thick cock pressed against her soft tummy again. Her deep navel quivered under her own fingers. She came hard, biting her pillow to muffle her cries, tears flowing freely.












The Next Day in College
On the third day, Ananya returned to college, determined to focus on her work and forget everything. She wore a beautiful but modest light peach saree with a high pallu pinned securely. She taught her first two classes with professional grace, though her mind kept drifting.
During the third lecture, as she turned to write on the blackboard, the pallu shifted slightly on one side. A small portion of her bare hip became visible — smooth, honey-gold skin with a tiny, cute mole just above the curve of her waist.
Most students were focused on the lecture, but Arjun, sitting in the third row, noticed immediately. His eyes locked onto that exposed hip. The small mole looked incredibly erotic to him. His cock hardened instantly in his pants. He stared hungrily, imagining kissing that mole, licking it, biting the soft flesh around it.
After the bell rang and the classroom emptied, Arjun stayed back. He approached Ananya’s desk with a respectful expression.
“Madam… can I say something?” he asked politely.
Ananya nodded, still organizing her notes. “Yes, Arjun. Tell me.”
Arjun stepped closer, his voice low. “Madam… please don’t feel bad, but… your saree slipped a little during the lecture. The side of your hip was visible. And… there is a small mole there. All the students were looking towards your hip. Please adjust your saree.”
Ananya’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. Her heart raced. She quickly adjusted her pallu, covering the exposed hip completely.
“Oh… thank you, Arjun,” she whispered, voice shaky. “I didn’t realize. How embarrassing…”
Arjun smiled innocently on the surface, but inside his mind was filthy:
That small mole on your soft hip… I want to kiss it. I want to lick it. I want to bite that smooth skin while I fuck you from behind. My bitch… you think I’ve changed, but I’m just waiting for the right moment to claim every inch of you again.
He added gently, “Don’t worry, Madam. Only I noticed it clearly. No one else was paying attention that much.”
Ananya felt a wave of relief mixed with deep shyness. “Thank you, Arjun. I’ll be more careful.”
She quickly adjusted her saree again, feeling extremely self-conscious. The thought that students might have seen her bare hip and the small mole made her face burn with embarrassment.
How could I be so careless? Teaching the whole class with my hip exposed… What kind of teacher am I becoming?
She finished her remaining classes in a distracted state, constantly checking her pallu. The incident left her feeling vulnerable and hyper-aware of her body.



To be continues tomorrrow

[Rakul1985]

Waiting for Masala

[Johnnythedevil]

Nice update

[jiivajothii]

Ananya had already seen vicky monster in video and felt it in her hip and stomach in kitchen and she knows her husband cock is timid and she will feel cheated on spite of being most beautiful. She will now think how a big and veiny cock will make her feel. How she will feel being conquered and ruled by a real man. In that moment she will start losing her love for the husband for being a wimp and denying it all these years. She will ask Rajesh to invite vicky for dinner. Make Rajesh drink again or give him sleeping pills and submit herself to vicky full night in her marital bed next to her husband. Blackmail by making husband dismiss from job as in chapter 1 is not needed. It should be cheat. Btw is arun and Rohan are different

[Vasanthan]

Very good

[kirak9484]

He is her husband boss, she can't call his name, instead she may say fuck me hard sir..take me sir, use me sir, make me ur  slut sir, fill me sir, make me mother of ur child  sir 

Yes bro. Thankyiu

[kirak9484]

Waiting for Masala

Thank you bro...

[kirak9484]

Nice update

Thank you bro

[kirak9484]

Ananya had already seen vicky monster in video and felt it in her hip and stomach in kitchen and she knows her husband cock is timid and she will feel cheated on spite of being most beautiful. She will now think how a big and veiny cock will make her feel. How she will feel being conquered and ruled by a real man. In that moment she will start losing her love for the husband for being a wimp and denying it all these years. She will ask Rajesh to invite vicky for dinner. Make Rajesh drink again or give him sleeping pills and submit herself to vicky full night in her marital bed next to her husband. Blackmail by making husband dismiss from job as in chapter 1 is not needed. It should be cheat. Btw is arun and Rohan are different

Yes bro.. Your absolutely right

[kirak9484]

Very good

Thankyou

[kirak9484]

Thank you all




After the College Anniversary event, Vicky and Rohan sat in the farmhouse late into the night, their conversation turning darker and more explicit with every glass of whiskey. The plan to trap Ananya had been simmering for weeks. Now, it was time to execute it properly.
The next morning, Vicky sent a message to both Payal and Ananya from his official number:
Vicky: Dear Ananya and Payal,
As chief guest and major donor, I would like to discuss long-term collaborations and improvements for the college. Both of you are among the sharpest and best teachers. Please come to my private villa this Saturday at 7 PM. It will be a working dinner. Your inputs are valuable. Looking forward to seeing you both.
Payal’s heart raced with excitement when she read the message. She immediately replied: “Thank you, Sir. We will be there.”
Ananya, on the other hand, stared at the message for a long time, her stomach twisting. She had been trying so hard to avoid Vicky. But the message carried the weight of authority — he was not just her husband’s boss, but a major influencer and donor to the college. Refusing could create problems for her job and Rajesh’s career.
After an hour of internal conflict, she replied hesitantly: “Thank you, Sir. We will come.”
Saturday Evening – Arrival at the Villa
The luxurious villa on the outskirts of Powai was breathtaking. A sprawling three-story mansion with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, private pool, manicured gardens, and elegant lighting. The third floor was reserved for private meetings — all glass, modern furniture, soft lighting, and a breathtaking view of the city lights.
Payal and Ananya arrived together in a cab. Both had dressed elegantly but with very different intentions.
Ananya wore a beautiful emerald green silk saree with a high-tied pallu pinned securely, covering her midriff completely. She looked graceful, modest, and professional — the perfect image of a respectable married teacher.
Payal, however, had gone bold. She wore a deep maroon georgette saree tied well below her navel, the pallu dbangd low to reveal a generous portion of her fair, soft tummy and shallow navel. Her blouse was slightly tight, accentuating her curves. She looked hot, confident, and seductive.
Payal was visibly excited as they entered the villa. “Didi, look at this place! It’s like a palace. Vicky Sir really lives like a king.”
Ananya felt nervous. Her heart was pounding. The memories of the kitchen incident flooded back — Vicky’s mouth on her breasts, his tongue in her navel. She tried to push them away.
Vicky welcomed them at the entrance with a charming smile. He was dressed in a casual but expensive black shirt and trousers, looking powerful and handsome.
“Welcome, both of you,” he said warmly. His eyes immediately locked onto Ananya. He scanned her from head to toe — the elegant green saree, the high pallu, the graceful way she carried herself. “Ananya, you look stunning tonight. So elegant and beautiful.”
Ananya blushed and looked down. “Thank you, Sir.”












Vicky’s gaze then moved to Payal, appreciating her bold, low-tied saree and exposed tummy. “And Payal… you look incredibly hot. That saree suits you perfectly.”
Payal smiled confidently. “Thank you, Sir.”
Vicky led them to the third-floor lounge — a luxurious space with glass walls, plush sofas, and soft lighting. He offered them seats on the large couch.
Both women sat down. Vicky’s eyes kept returning to Ananya, openly admiring her. He poured them mocktails and started the conversation casually.
“I called you both here because you are the best teachers in the college. Your ideas for improvement are valuable. But honestly…” he leaned back, his gaze intense on Ananya, “I like to work with beautiful, intelligent women. Both of you are exceptional. Married women with grace and beauty. I have a weakness for that.”
Ananya stiffened. Payal’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Vicky continued, his voice dropping. “To be honest, I like to fuck married women. There’s something incredibly arousing about taking a loyal, respectable wife and making her moan in ways her husband never could.”
Ananya’s face turned pale with shock. Her heart raced. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
Payal blushed but smiled, clearly aroused by his bold words.
Vicky’s gaze stayed on Ananya. “Ananya, you are the perfect example. So conservative on the outside, yet your body is pure fire. I still remember how you looked that night in your kitchen — sleeveless blouse, low saree, your soft tummy and deep navel exposed. You were trembling so beautifully.”
Ananya’s cheeks burned crimson. She felt exposed even though she was fully covered.
Vicky smiled. “Don’t be shy. Both of you are incredibly beautiful. But Ananya… you have a special glow. Your breasts, your waist, your hips… everything is perfect. I want to see more of you tonight.”
He leaned forward. “For our discussion to be productive, I have one small request. Both of you… please tie your sarees below your navels. I like to see a woman’s beauty fully. It helps me think clearly.”
Ananya and Payal looked at each other with shame and surprise. Ananya’s face turned deep red. Payal, however, was excited.
After a moment of hesitation, Payal stood up and slowly lowered her saree even further, fully exposing her fair tummy and shallow navel. Vicky’s eyes gleamed with approval.
Ananya hesitated longer. Her conservative mind screamed at her to refuse. But under Vicky’s intense gaze and the pressure of the situation, she slowly stood up. With trembling hands, she untied and re-tied her saree much lower — well below her deep oval navel. A seductive strip of her soft, honey-gold tummy was now visible, the golden belly chain resting openly on her skin.
Vicky groaned softly in appreciation. “Perfect. Both of you look absolutely fuckable now.”
The discussion began. They talked about college improvements, new courses, and events. Both women gave ideas. Vicky listened, but his eyes kept roaming over their exposed tummies and navels.
After some time, Vicky said, “Your ideas are excellent. I will take them one by one. Payal, come to my private cabin first. We’ll discuss your suggestions in detail.”
Payal stood up excitedly. As she walked toward the cabin door, Vicky stopped her for a moment. He gently touched her lower lip with his thumb, tracing it slowly.
Payal shivered. A small fire ignited in her mind. Part of her wanted to leave, but the bigger part wanted to stay — to be used, to help trap Ananya, and to enjoy the power.
She entered the cabin with Vicky.
Ananya was left alone in the lounge, her heart pounding, her exposed tummy and deep navel on display, her mind filled with conflict, guilt, and unwanted arousal.
The trap was closing beautifully.



Ananya sat alone on the plush leather couch in the luxurious third-floor lounge of Vicky’s villa. The soft lighting cast a warm glow over the glass walls and elegant furniture. The distant city lights twinkled like stars, but her mind was far from peaceful.
Her hands rested on her lap, fingers twisting the edge of her pallu. The emerald green saree she had chosen so carefully now felt like a lie — high-tied and modest on the outside, yet her body underneath was still tingling from the memory of Vicky’s gaze during the award ceremony.
Her mind split into two warring voices.
Voice 1 (The Loyal Wife):
No. This is wrong. I should leave right now. This is not a normal meeting. Vicky invited us here for a reason. He is not a good man. He wants my body. He wants to use me like he did that night in the kitchen. I cannot do this to Rajesh. He loves me. He is ready to die for me. I promised myself I would be faithful. I must go home. Now.
Voice 2 (The Tempted Woman):
But… what if I stay? Just for a little while. Vicky is powerful. He can help Rajesh’s career. He can protect me from Arjun. And the way he looks at me… no one has ever looked at me with such raw desire. Not even Rajesh. Payal is inside with him. Nothing bad will happen if I stay. Maybe I can just talk. Maybe I can thank him properly and end this once and for all.
She stood up, then sat down again. She stood up once more, took two steps toward the door, then stopped.



The clock on the wall ticked. Ten minutes passed in agonizing slowness. Every second felt like torture. Her body was warm. Her nipples were still slightly sensitive from the memory of Vicky’s mouth. Her deep navel throbbed faintly, remembering his tongue.....

    But she decided to go out.. To home and she stand going to lift to go down.. But at the same time big noise came from room... Nooooo...... Pls....... Ohhhh.... Godddd............

Ananya stop suddenly due to the voice of Payal from room. The cry become bigg... Then Ananya panic and rush towards door and calls Payal..... Payall.......whats happen....?


“Ahhhhhhhhh….. Nooooooo……!”
It was Payal’s voice — high-pitched, shocked, and filled with overwhelming pleasure.
Ananya froze mid-step. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Another moan followed, louder, more desperate.
“Haaaa…. Sir… ahhh… please… mmmhhh!”...

She immediately pushed door and look into cabin and got shock in her life....

[Harsha037]

waiting for the bang bro

[kirak9484]

Yes Ananya will scream between Vicky and rohan

[Munda007]

Ananya is lesser of a teaser than you @kirak9484.... You are taking us to peak and leaving dry... very naughty boy ....

[qazmlp]

Awesome that the plot is progressing at a good pace.
And now this development of Vicky exercising his Power, things will get really hott n spicy here onwards.

[kangaani]

Is vicky, rohan and Arjun fucking three holes of payal

[Chennai Veeran]

Where is that useless husband. Will he hold light to see how his wife getting screwed by real men

[mahamatherchod]

waiting for another banger

[Rakul1985]

Yeah, suspense is how many people are fucking Payal.