Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[Gandhi krishna]

Very good

[Rakul1985]

Is there update today?

[kirak9484]

Awesome update bro.... Hope you keep up the erotic encounter for one more round of sex between Vicky and Ananya or as a threesome between Ananya, Vicky and Payal

Thankyou

[kirak9484]

Nicee

Tq

[exbiixossip2]

shandaar or kamuk update bro...

aag laga di yaar more picture upload karo..

[kirak9484]

shandaar or kamuk update bro...

aag laga di yaar more picture upload karo..

Thank you sir

[kirak9484]

Ananya lay panting on the bed, her chest heaving with deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were semi-closed in a blissful haze, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of multiple powerful orgasms. Sweat glistened on her smooth skin, her mangalsutra resting between her heaving breasts, a stark reminder of her marriage even in this moment of complete surrender. Her pussy throbbed visibly, red and swollen from the intense pounding it had just endured, her juices still leaking slowly onto the sheets.
Vicky stood over her, his massive cock still rock-hard and glistening obscenely, completely coated in a thick layer of Ananya’s creamy juices. The sight was lewd — strings of her arousal stretched from his shaft, dripping slowly.
“Ananya,” Vicky said in a commanding, husky voice, “I can’t go to the washroom right now. It’s your duty as a good girl to clean your own juices off my cock. Come here… use your mouth.”
Ananya’s eyes fluttered open wider. The post-orgasm bliss faded slightly as reality hit her. She shook her head weakly, still breathless.
“No… sir… I can’t. This is already too much. I… I’m going home,” she whispered, trying to sit up, her voice shaky with lingering shame.
Vicky’s expression darkened. He grabbed her chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
“No way, Ananya. You are not leaving until you clean every drop. You made this mess… now clean it like a proper slut.”
Just then, the door creaked open. Payal stepped inside slowly, her own body still flushed from watching everything. Her eyes immediately locked onto Vicky’s glistening cock, and she licked her lips instinctively, moving forward with clear intent to take it into her mouth.
But Vicky stopped her with a raised hand.
“No, Payal. Not you. Ananya will clean it. She needs to learn her place.”
Payal smiled wickedly, her jealousy and arousal mixing into something mischievous. She turned to Ananya, who was trying to cover herself with the sheet.
“Didi… please don’t feel shy,” Payal cooed softly, her voice sweet yet insistent. She gently but firmly took Ananya’s hand and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. “It’s just cleaning… you enjoyed his cock so much. Now show gratitude.”
Ananya’s face burned with humiliation. “Payal… no… please…”
But Payal didn’t listen. She gripped Ananya’s long hair firmly from behind and guided her down, forcing her onto her knees in front of Vicky. Ananya’s eyes widened as she found herself face-to-face with his massive, juice-covered cock. The strong, musky scent of their combined arousal filled her nostrils.
Payal pushed Ananya’s head forward until her soft lips were just inches from the throbbing head.
“Go on, Didi… open your mouth. Lick it clean. Every inch,” Payal whispered hotly into her ear, still holding her hair.
With a defeated whimper, Ananya reluctantly parted her lips. Her tongue hesitantly darted out, tasting her own juices mixed with Vicky’s essence. The flavor was salty-sweet and intensely intimate. She closed her eyes in shame, but her body betrayed her again — a fresh trickle of arousal dripped down her thigh.
Vicky groaned in pleasure as Ananya’s warm tongue began slowly licking along his shaft. “That’s it… good girl. Clean your mess properly.”
Payal kept her hand in Ananya’s hair, guiding her movements, occasionally pushing her deeper. Ananya’s soft lips wrapped around the head, sucking gently at first, then more eagerly as she worked. Her tongue swirled around the thick shaft, lapping up every drop of her own creamy juices. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she cleaned him thoroughly.
“Mmm… yes, Didi… just like that,” Payal encouraged, her own breathing getting heavier. “Look how beautifully you’re sucking him. Your husband would die if he saw this.”
Ananya moaned around the cock in her mouth, the humiliation mixing with fresh arousal. She took more of him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder, her head bobbing slowly under Payal’s guidance. For nearly ten full minutes, she worshipped Vicky’s cock with her mouth — licking every vein, sucking the head clean, running her tongue along the underside, and even gently cleaning his balls.
Vicky’s hand joined Payal’s in her hair, holding her in place as he enjoyed the slow, reluctant service.
“Such a good married slut,” he groaned. “Keep going… make sure it’s spotless.”
Ananya’s eyes watered slightly from the effort and shame, but she didn’t stop. Her tongue worked diligently until Vicky’s cock gleamed with only her saliva, completely clean of her earlier juices.









Ananya was still on her knees, her soft, swollen lips stretched around Vicky’s thick cock. Her tongue moved obediently, licking and sucking every inch with reluctant diligence. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working on him filled the room — soft slurps, occasional gags, and her heavy breathing through her nose. Her cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her eyes half-lidded in a mix of shame and lingering arousal. Strings of saliva mixed with her own juices dripped down her chin onto her heaving breasts.
Vicky groaned in pleasure, his hand gently resting on her head, guiding her rhythm. “That’s it, Ananya… such a good married slut. Clean it properly with that hot tongue of yours.”
She whimpered around his shaft, the humiliation burning her cheeks, but her body was still buzzing from the intense orgasms. Her pussy throbbed between her thighs, leaking fresh wetness onto the floor.
Suddenly, the door to the room swung open.
Ananya’s eyes flew wide open in pure shock as Vicky’s friend Rohan stepped inside, a camcorder in his hand, its red recording light blinking ominously. Rohan stood there for a split second, taking in the lewd sight — the beautiful, married lecturer Ananya completely naked on her knees, lips wrapped around Vicky’s glistening cock.
“Ahhh!” Ananya gasped in horror, immediately pulling her mouth off Vicky’s cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her lips to the head for a moment before breaking. She scrambled backward on her knees, her hands frantically grabbing at the scattered clothes on the floor — her saree pallu, blouse, and petticoat — trying desperately to cover her naked breasts and exposed body.
“Rohan! What the fuck are you doing here?!” Vicky roared, pretending to be furious. He quickly stepped forward, his hard cock still throbbing and wet from Ananya’s mouth. “How dare you barge in like this?! Get the hell out right now!”
Rohan raised his hands in mock surrender, a sly smirk hidden behind a look of surprise. “Sorry boss, I thought you called me for the recording…” he muttered, quickly backing out as Vicky pushed him toward the door.
Vicky slammed the door shut behind him with a loud bang, then turned back to Ananya, who was now huddled on the bed, clutching her clothes tightly against her chest. Her face was pale with terror, her body shaking. Tears of fear welled up in her eyes.
“Vicky sir… he… he had a camera,” Ananya whispered, her voice trembling. “Did he record us? Oh God… will he tell anyone? My husband… my reputation… the college… everything will be ruined! Please sir, tell me he won’t say anything!”
She looked utterly frightened, the post-sex glow completely replaced by panic. Her mangalsutra dangled between her breasts as she clutched the pallu tighter around her body, trying to hide her still-hard nipples and the fresh marks on her skin.
Vicky sat down beside her on the bed, pulling her gently into his arms. His voice turned soft and reassuring, though his eyes still held that dark hunger.
“Shhh… my sweetheart, don’t worry,” he murmured, stroking her hair tenderly. “Rohan is my closest friend. He won’t tell a soul. It was just a misunderstanding. He thought I wanted him to record something else. I’ve already scolded him. Calm down, Ananya. No one will ever know about this.”
He kissed her forehead softly, his hand rubbing her bare back in slow, soothing circles, occasionally brushing dangerously close to the side of her breast.
Ananya trembled in his embrace, still terrified but slowly relaxing against his strong chest. The warmth of his body, combined with the lingering pleasure in her veins, created a confusing mix of fear and strange comfort.
“Are you sure, sir?” she whispered, looking up at him with teary, vulnerable eyes. “I can’t lose everything… Rajesh… my job… my life…”
Vicky smiled reassuringly, tilting her chin up and pressing a deep, possessive kiss on her lips. His tongue slipped inside, tasting the remnants of her own juices still on her tongue.
“I promise, Ananya. You’re safe with me. Now… calm yourself. Wear your clothes properly and go home. But remember,” he whispered hotly against her ear, his hand sliding down to squeeze her ass possessively, “this is only the beginning. Your body now knows what it truly needs.”
Ananya shivered at his words, a fresh wave of conflicted arousal mixing with her fear as she slowly began dressing, her hands still shaking while Vicky watched her every move with dark satisfaction......

[kirak9484]

Ananya stepped out of the luxurious villa on shaky legs, her pink saree slightly disheveled despite her hurried attempts to adjust it. The pallu was pinned tightly, but she could still feel the cool night air brushing against the sensitive skin of her midriff where the saree sat low. Her thighs rubbed together with every step, slick with a mixture of her own juices and the remnants of Vicky’s dominance. Her lips felt swollen, her throat slightly raw, and between her legs, her pussy throbbed with a dull, satisfied ache.
She clutched her purse tightly as she got into her car, her heart pounding wildly. The drive home felt like an eternity. Every few seconds, her mind replayed the scene — Rohan walking in with that camcorder, the red light blinking like a warning.
Did he record everything? The way I was on my knees… sucking Vicky sir’s cock clean? The way I moaned like a shameless slut while he fucked me from behind?
Tears welled up in her eyes as she gripped the steering wheel. “What have I done?” she whispered to herself, her voice breaking. Rajesh’s loving face flashed in her mind — his gentle kisses, the way he worshipped her navel every night. Guilt crashed over her like a wave, but beneath it, her body still hummed with forbidden pleasure. Her nipples were still hard against her blouse, and a fresh trickle of arousal dampened her panties as she remembered Vicky’s thick cock stretching her so completely.
By the time she reached home, she was a mess of chaos — fear, shame, lingering lust, and deep self-loathing. She quietly slipped inside, hoping Rajesh was already asleep. She avoided the mirror, unable to face the woman who had just cheated so thoroughly on her husband. Lying in bed beside the peacefully sleeping Rajesh, Ananya stared at the ceiling, her mind racing.
If that video gets out… my life is finished. Rajesh will leave me. The college will fire me. Everyone will call me a whore…
Sleep evaded her completely.
Meanwhile, Payal had slipped out shortly after Ananya, a satisfied, mischievous smile playing on her lips. She glanced back at the villa once, her body still buzzing from everything she had witnessed and participated in. She felt a twisted thrill knowing she had helped push her beautiful colleague deeper into this web.
Back inside the villa, Vicky and Rohan lounged in the luxurious living room, glasses of premium whiskey in hand. The tension of the “interruption” had vanished the moment Ananya left. Both men burst into loud, triumphant laughter.
“Fuck, did you see her face when I walked in with the camera?” Rohan chuckled, taking a deep swig. “The poor married bitch looked like she was about to faint. Those big innocent eyes wide with terror while her lips were still shiny from sucking your cock. Priceless!”
Vicky leaned back, his cock still semi-hard in his pants as he replayed the memory with a dark grin. “She was so fucking scared. Thought her perfect little life was over. ‘Sir, will he tell anyone?’” he mimicked Ananya’s trembling voice mockingly, then laughed again. “The dish is completely in our trap now, Rohan. That conservative, saree-wearing lecturer is ours. We’ve got her on video sucking cock, getting fucked like a slut, begging for more… She’ll do anything we want to keep it hidden.”
Rohan raised his glass. “To the beautiful Ananya — the perfect married slut. Her tight pussy, those juicy tits, that deep navel… I can’t wait to bury my cock in her. The way she was cleaning your dick with her tongue, all reluctant and teary-eyed… made me rock hard. Imagine her on her knees in the staff room, or bent over her husband’s desk while we take turns.”
Vicky’s eyes darkened with lust as he sipped his drink. “She’s still fighting it, but her body has already surrendered. Next time, we’ll push her further. Maybe make her ride me while Payal holds the camera. Or bring her to the farmhouse and let her husband wait outside like a cuck while we ruin her completely. That mangalsutra bouncing between her tits while I fuck her senseless… I want to see her break fully.”
Both men clinked their glasses, laughing loudly, their conversation growing filthier as they planned Ananya’s complete corruption — every position, every humiliation, every way to turn the respectable lecturer into their personal whore.
Ananya, meanwhile, tossed and turned in bed, completely unaware that the men who now owned her were toasting to her downfall, their laughter echoing through the night.

[Losliyafan]

Hope the useless husband will receive the video in his mobile. Nice one

[Losliyafan]

Next time while fucking/blowjob vicky should ask her to remove the mangalsutra and tie it in his cock. Make her say her husband is useless wimp and record and show it to her

[kirak9484]

Next time while fucking/blowjob vicky should ask her to remove the mangalsutra and tie it in his cock. Make her say her husband is useless wimp and record and show it to her

OK thank you bro

[Jayam Ramana]

Wonderful. She is not worried about been fucked hard but worried about the video.

[Rockket Raja]

They should make Rajesh naked and humiliate him in front of naked ananya. Also make her humiliate. Ask him to prepare tea,food for them. Wear sissy dress. Make him lick and clean well fucked pussy and their cocks.

[Joseph Rayman]

After all these she says she loves that wimp. Vicky and co has not done yet. Waiting for next.

[NovelNavel]

They should make Rajesh naked and humiliate him in front of naked ananya. Also make her humiliate. Ask him to prepare tea,food for them. Wear sissy dress. Make him lick and clean well fucked pussy and their cocks.

May be they should beat Rajesh to cry in pain with Ananya watching. Ask that asshole to touch guide the cock of rohan and vicky to ananya  pussy and asshole and beg them to fuck her. Ask ananya to slap, spat and urinate on Rajesh face.  

Office colleagues should laugh at Rajesh saying you got promoted only because your wifebopened her holes to vicky and his friends

[val.coutinho]

Awesome update

[LustyLeo]

I am eager to see double ( Vicky, Rohan) and triple (Vicky, Rohan and Arjun) penetration with payal playing with Ananya boobs.

Rajesh should be fucked in his mouth and anal by Rohan and Arjun while annanya whimpering under vicky

[Rakul1985]

Fantastic. One by one all 3 people fuck Ananya now.

[Thangaraasu]

Very good update

[Yash120]

Erotic story....but make ananya only Vicky's slut