Adultery Noida wife's descent into Quicksand ( New Novel)

[SilverArrow]

wow bhai
was expecting the studs eating her out, but whilte most of the erotis scenes happened, the raid has caused a sudden stop in the evnet
but really it was high ride for everyone who red teh story
soory for the birthday hubby, but seems like our heroine is always naughty, sexy but still careful to take the dip fully
she is open, till  certain level..
this is good to keep the story flowing
if you bring in she fucks every tom dic kand harry, people will lose the interest... this was my thought, but as author and readers, everyone may have differnet ideas

Thanks your words and encouragement means the world to me

[SilverArrow]

i discovered your story 2 days back and went through all of it within 2 days.. really loved it.. here is my review of things i lkied about the story

1. Gradual buildup of Monica's descent into sexual debauchery.

it begins with accidental exhibitionism with maid's husband, the guard to accidental infidelity with the armyman at manali and eventually to forced humilitiaon in the train. all of these events gradually ignite latent desires within monica, as she seeks active sexual satisfaction at the hands of lakhan and with friends after the birthday party. This really adds to the realism and erotic nature of the story. Any real woman like Monica wont become a slut overnight.. her gradual descent into the world of cuckoldry is intoxicating to read..

2. Monica being turned on by Rakesh's humiliation.

Although u have not fully explored it yet. but i loved this aspect of Monica's psyche.. especially when she is excited after javed and rafiq rub semen over his face... and at the end of last update where his friends r calling him a cuck while his monica looks on.
Rakesh being physically weak and meek adds to this submissive & humiliation angle.

3. Your exceptional command over the language and the brilliant expression.

Despite having interesting ideas, many writers r not able to execute an erotica because they cannot express properly. U clearly are gifted. There is flow to your writing and the way you write scenes. it is difficult to for me to articulate but i hope you get my feelings.
The way you describe Monica's mental state in different scenes.. guilt, shame mixed with excitement and arousal in her taboo situations.. its just fantastic.
Monica's clothing has also been perfectly described.. u really paint a perfect picture of an urban upper class indian woman with naughty desires

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Thanks so much... I really get encouraged by these kind words.. I can't be thankful enough

[SilverArrow]

It is going great.
Request next Build up to be slow, seduction to be slow...Don't jump into sex immediately

Want hubby to be fooled by Wifey...But Hubby not knowing he is being played.
Wifey - should use her hubby's trust  to manipulate him

Sure again thanks
You and your kind support has been oxygen for authors like us...God bless u dear

[drlund]

Qaiting

[drlund]

Update please

[Herbiee]

Superrrrb.. Waiting for next adventurous scenes of Monica.
 

[SilverArrow]

The Morning After

Morning light filtered weakly through the curtains. The rain had finally stopped, leaving only a soft, steady drip from the balcony. Monica woke up first, her body heavy and sensitive. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

Her breasts felt swollen and tender, nipples still slightly sore from being sucked and pinched the night before. Between her thighs, she was sticky — a mix of dried syrup, her own wetness, and the remnants of Ustad saliva. Her inner thighs and ass cheeks carried faint red marks from strong hands and teeth. Her pussy felt puffy, warm, and still slick. Even now, hours later, a low, persistent throb of arousal pulsed deep inside her.

She bit her lip, remembering how shamelessly she had moaned, how she had lifted her ass for Ustad tongue. The memory made her clench involuntarily, a fresh trickle of wetness leaking into her pussy

What the hell is wrong with me? she thought. Why is my body reacting this way? I should feel ashamed… but I’m still wet. Still horny.


She glanced at Rakesh. He was sleeping deeply, looking exhausted — pale, dark circles under his eyes, mouth slightly open. He looked like a man who had been through something far worse than a simple hangover. His frail body evoked a feeling within her. Something she could not place a finger on.
Monica slipped out of bed quietly. The cool morning air made her shiver as she walked to the bathroom, her bare feet silent on the floor. She stood in front of the mirror for a long moment, studying her reflection. Her hair was messy, lips slightly swollen, neck and collarbone carrying faint love bites. Impressions of the night gone by.

She turned on the shower. The hot water cascaded over her body. She closed her eyes, letting the stream hit her swollen breasts first. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the heat soothed her tender skin. She soaped herself slowly, hands gliding over her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing her sensitive nipples. Lower down, she carefully washed between her thighs, fingers lingering on her smooth, shaved mound and puffy lips. The touch sent a sharp spark of pleasure through her.


She stayed under the shower longer than usual, lost in memories, each caress evoking flashes of last nights drunken debauchery. Finally, she dried herself, applied lotion to her marked skin, and got ready for office.

She chose a simple salwar kameez, the kameez was modest but still accentuated her chest. Maybe it was a knee jerk reflex of her mind, wanting the comfort of being a loyal wife again. She looked every bit the composed working wife again — a stark contrast to the moaning, nearly naked woman from last night.

Before leaving, she went to the bedroom. Rakesh was stirring weakly.
“Bye, Rak,” she said softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
Rakesh blinked slowly, his eyes unfocused. His voice was weak and slurred.
“Leaving for office?”
“Yes, urgent client meeting,” Monica replied smoothly. “How are you feeling?”
Rakesh rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.
“My head… it’s spinning a lot. Blackouts… I feel like I was drugged or something.”
Monica laughed lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Come on, they are your friends. You drank too much, that’s all.”
Rakesh nodded vaguely, struggling to form words.
“You okay? I think… I heard some shouts yesterday… while they were here…”
Monica smiled slyly, images from last night flashing before her eyes. She brushed his hair gently.
“Don’t tell me you don’t remember anything, Rak. You were blindfolded and we were playing a game. It was fun.”


Rakesh looked confused but nodded. “Oh yes… who won?”
Monica’s smile turned slightly mischievous.
“I think Bheem… but it was great fun. Your friends are really something, Baby”

Rakesh paused, his voice weak. “I see… lot of alcohol bottles. Did you also drink with them?”
Monica answered , standing up and adjusting her kameez.“Yeah, a little. Why?”
Rakesh shook his head slowly. “No… nothing.”

Monica leaned down again, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek - Like most women, Monica too wanted her man to take charge, but Rakesh just sulked quietly, something that Monica learned to accept with time.

“The kitchen is in a mess. Desserts and chocolate sauce are spilled everywhere. I couldn’t clean it properly. Please ask the maid to take care, Rak. Bye… love you. And once again, happy birthday, jaanu.”

Rakesh nodded faintly, barely able to keep his eyes open.



























Arrival of In laws

A fortnight passed quietly.The memory of that intense night with Ustad, Bheem and Raju had settled into a strange, secret corner of Monica and Rakesh’s life. Neither of them brought it up. Life went back to its usual rhythm — office, home, and careful silences.
Though, Monica tried to bury those memories deep, they kept resurfacing at regular intervals, triggering a strange yearning within her. It was like an itch that her husband could not scratch.

One evening, while they were having dinner, Rakesh’s phone rang. It was his father calling from Jaipur. Rakesh listened for a while, then looked at Monica.
“Papa and Mummy want to come and stay with us for a month,” he said. “Papa has some medical tests in Delhi."

Monica looked at him. " When?" 

"They’ll reach this Sunday.”

Monica nodded slowly. A whole month with her in-laws under the same roof. She already knew what that would demand from her. On the other hand, her urges were growing stronger. She felt a strange heat in her pussy. She will have to scratch this itch sooner rather than later. Did she have the resolve to fight this losing battle with herself?

Sunday morning, Monica woke up early. She bathed, left her long, silky hair open so it cascaded down her back. She picked up a simple white cotton bra from the drawer, slipped her arms through the straps, and reached behind to hook it comfortably over her breasts. She then stepped into the matching fullback white cotton panties, pulled them up over her hips, and adjusted the waistband so it sat neatly.

After that she wore a soft maroon and cream salwar kameez that gently hugged her full breasts and slim waist before flowing down over her hips, pinned her dupatta neatly, and put on her mangalsutra and red choodha, the sign of a decent married woman. The black beads of the mangalsutra rested beautifully between the gentle swell of her huge breasts, and the bangles made a soft sound with every movement of her fair, delicate wrists.

When Rakesh’s parents arrived, she was the first to open the door. She bent down and touched their feet.
“Namaste Papa… Namaste Ma.”
Her mother-in-law smiled as she looked at her bahu from head to toe.

“Arre waah, beta… aaj toh bahut sundar lag rahi hai tu.” (Wow, beta… you’re looking so beautiful today.)
Monica smiled shyly and replied, “Aap log itne din baad aa rahe ho, Ma. Thoda achhe se taiyaar hona chahiye na.” (You both are coming after so many days, Ma. I should dress nicely, no?)


From that very first day, Monica became the perfect daughter-in-law, eager to impress her in laws.
Every morning she would wake up early, make tea, and bring it to her mother-in-law.

Her mother-in-law would smile and say, “Beta, itni subah uthne ki zarurat nahi hai. ” ( there’s no need to wake up so early)

Monica would reply softly, “Ma, aap tension mat lijiye. Main sambhal lungi.” (Ma, don’t worry. I’ll manage everything.)


In the evening, Monica would try and come back early and rush to the kitchen...something she hated doing when staying with Rakesh alone.

But now she would painstakingly cook exotic dishes which her parents in law would love...
Her father in law would say "Aree Bahu, why do you have to make dinner everyday, your sasuma can also cook well!" 

Monica would smile and say, “Aree Nahi Nahi... kuch din k lie hi aaye ho aap log......Aap log khush rahen, bas yahi kaafi hai, Papaji.” 
(No No...how can that be...you have just come for few days....As long as you both are happy, that’s enough for me)

She did not wear shorts or revealing dresses these days - Mostly salwar kameez or kurti and she looked beautiful in that avatar too. Her long hair, fair glowing skin, and graceful walk made her look effortlessly beautiful in everything she wore.

One day in the bedroom at night, Rakesh looked at her with quiet concern.
“Monica, Relax , you look tired ,You’re doing too much,” he said one night. Even though, deep down he loved this subdued version of Monica. The usual Monica, was always too hot for him to handle. 

Monica only smiled and turned off the light. “It’s just for a month, Rak. Let them feel happy.”

Rakesh still spoke "Mon, somedays Mom can also cook trust me"

Monica stopped him "Rakesh, not okay.. she is an old woman, now sleep dude..I have to get up early."  

One friday, Monica had an office party after work. She informed her mother-in-law in the morning.
“Ma, aaj office mein party hai. Thoda late ho sakta hai.” (Ma, there’s a party at office today. I might get a little late.)

That morning, Monica wore a fitted dark blue top with tight light blue denim jeans. The jeans hugged her wide hips and full, round ass tightly, showing off her curves in a way her usual salwar suits did not. Her long hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and the fitted top followed the shape of her heavy breasts. She looked strikingly beautiful — modern, confident, and incredibly attractive.
As she came out of the bedroom, her mother-in-law looked at her from head to toe.
“Arre, yeh jeans aur top mein toh bilkul alag hi lag rahi hai tu.” (Arre, you’re looking completely different in these jeans and top)

Monica smiled “Party ke liye pehna hai, Ma. Main jaldi aa jaungi.” (I wore it for the party, Ma. I’ll come back soon.)

In the evening, when Monica returned from the party, it was already past ten. Her hair was slightly loose and there was a faint glow on her face.
She said, “Sorry Ma, bahut late ho gaya. Abhi jaldi se dinner bana deti hoon.” (Sorry Ma, it got very late. I’ll quickly make dinner now.)
Her mother-in-law looked at her quietly. The tight jeans still clung to Monica’s full hips and round ass.


That night, sasuma lay awake besides her husband. She couldn’t stop thinking about Monica. She had been quietly observing her son and his wife.
Even though monica played the perfect bahu, she could see through it. She knew it was an act. Being a woman, she knew the pressure on women to conform to societal expectation being a married woman & an obedient bahu. 

What concerned Gayatri was Monica’s behaviour towards her son. She observed that when it was just the two of them, monica dominated rakesh. She wondered 
“ It is natural for modern today’s generation women to dominate their husband or is it her Son is a jack ass”

She could have ignored that as well their personal matter. But Monica’s bold attire today, triggered something deep within her subconscious. 
She remembered how effortlessly beautiful Monica looked even in simple salwar suits every day — her long silky hair, her fair glowing skin, the way her full breasts filled out her clothes, the natural sway of her ass when she walked, and the elegant way the mangalsutra rested between her breasts.

And then she thought of her own son. Rakesh was a good boy. Simple, hard-working, and responsible. But he was… ordinary. He didn’t have the charm, the confidence, looks or the physique that could tame a wild horse like Monica.

“Rakesh ko aisi bahu mil gayi… lekin kya woh uske layak hai?” she thought bitterly.
(Rakesh got such a bahu… but is he even worthy of her?)

She remembered how some of her friends’ daughters-in-law had left their husbands because they felt they were “not Man enough.” The thought made her stomach flutter with fear.
Monica is … so beautiful… men must be looking at her in office also. Can he really keep a woman like her satisfied? 

A strange mix of envy and fear twisted inside her. She felt almost angry at Monica’s beauty, at the same time, she felt a guilty kind of admiration that refused to go away.

And the more she thought about it, the more restless and jealous she became.

In the adjacent room, Monica lay awake, trying to control the fire burning within her which only grew stronger. What the fuck!! She could not even wear revealing clothes to work due her In laws presence at home. 

Ustad’s Invitation

It was a hot Sunday afternoon in the middle of May. The temperature outside had already crossed 42 degrees, but inside the flat the AC was running at full blast. After lunch, Rakesh sat with his mother in the living room while his father was resting in the bedroom.

He cleared his throat and said casually,
“Mummy, two of my friends are coming over in the evening for some time. Just a small visit.”
Sasuma looked up from her holy book.
“Office friends?” she asked.
Rakesh hesitated for a fraction of a second, then smiled.
“Haan… something like that. They wanted to meet us once.”
He didn’t elaborate. He couldn’t. Because the two men coming were Bheem and Ustad — how can he tell her about the betting ring, Impossible!! how both he and her Bahu would often bet around for fun..

His mother didn’t push further, but a small doubt cropped up within her.

At around 5 PM, the doorbell rang. Rakesh opened the door.

Bheem and Ustad stood outside. Both men were massive. Broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, and heavy gold bracelets on their thick, dark wrists. They were wearing simple shirts and trousers, but nothing about them looked like they worked in a corporate job. Their presence felt heavy, almost intimidating.

Sasuma, who was sitting on the sofa, felt a small jolt of surprise when she saw them. These did not look like Rakesh’s usual friends.
The two men stepped inside, bent down, and touched her feet respectfully.
“Namaste Aunty,” Bheem said in a deep voice.
“Namaste,” Ustad added.
Sasuma nodded, still observing them. She could not help but notice their domineering physique and the stark contrast with her son’s scrawny body.

Just then, Monica walked out from the bedroom!!

She had returned from the gym barely fifteen minutes ago. She was wearing a loose, light-pink T-shirt with deep V neck which exposed her cleavage. The T-shirt was slightly loose on her body, but the thin fabric still couldn’t hide what was underneath — or rather, what was not underneath.
She was not wearing a bra.

Her massive, heavy breasts moved freely with every step. The soft cotton fabric of the top brushed against her nipples, making them faintly visible as two small points. With every movement, her breasts jiggled naturally — heavy, full, and completely unrestrained. The deep cleavage between them shifted and swayed as she walked. Her mangalsutra, sat over her breasts, symbolising this taboo situation.

Sasuma eyes widened slightly.

What is this? She thought.

Did she forget? Or was this a way to beat the heat in the scorching summer?
Or did she just not bother to wear a bra? Or was deliberately showing off to the guests?

All these questions, rushed through her mind. She felt a strange discomfort in her chest.

The T-shirt was not even tight, and the way her breasts moved freely inside it looked extremely sensual. Almost indecent for a married woman in front of guests.
Bheem and Ustad both flicked down their eyes to Monica’s chest for a brief second before they quickly looked away, maintaining polite expressions. But Sasuma caught it. She saw the quick glance. She saw how both men had registered that Monica was braless.

Rakesh’s eyes widened in surprise as well. He was quiet used to Monica’s shenanigans by now but
her strict mother’s presence added another layer of embarrassment.

Monica, however, behaved as if nothing was wrong. She felt she has been more than a dutiful daughter in law, she can afford to have some fun in presence of her Sasuma. After all she is a woman afterall. And it’s sweaty today, she can always blame the heat. 

She smiled warmly. “Namaste Utsad Miya… Namaste Bheem ji.”
Both men smiled. “Namaste Bhabhi,” they said together.

Monica went to the kitchen and came back with coffee. She placed the tray on the centre table and sat down on the single sofa opposite the two men next to Rakesh.
Because she was braless, every time she leaned forward to serve, her heavy breasts swung forward heavily inside the T- shirt, the fabric stretching and shifting over her bare skin. Her mangalsutra swung with it.

She poured coffee for everyone.
“Here, please have some,” she said, handing a cup to Ustad. She had to lean quite close to him. Her breasts were barely a foot away from his face as she bent.

Bheem took the cup politely. “Thank you, Bhabhi.”

Monica giggled softly. “Arre, itna formal mat bano. Coffee toh piyo.” (Arre, don’t be so formal. At least drink the coffee.)

Ustad smiled. “Bhabhi, aapki coffee bahut achhi banti hai.” (Bhabhi, your coffee is very good.)

Monica laughed, tilting her head. “Aap log roz aaya karo phir. Main roz bana dungi.” (You both should come every day then. I’ll make it every day.)


She sat back, crossing her legs. Her breasts jiggled again with the movement. Sasuma noticed how both men’s eyes kept drifting — not in an obvious way.

After some time, Bheem cleared his throat and said,
“Actually Aunty, hum isliye aaye the… meri chhoti behen ki shaadi hai next month. Uttarakhand ke gaon mein. Rakesh bhai aur Bhabhi ko personally invite karne aaye the.”
(It's my younger sister marriage ceremony we came to invite Rakesh and Bhabhi)

Sasuma nodded slowly. “Accha… behen ki shaadi hai. Bahut achhi baat hai. Kahan ho rahi hai shaadi exactly?” ( Where the ceremony is happening)

Bheem answered, “Gaon mein hai, Aunty. bada sa function hai. Chote behen hai to karna padta hai...”
( In the village itself, it's a big mega function, she is younger sister so we have to do lot of arrangements..like you understand)

She nodded at Ustad.






“Aap log kis company mein kaam karte ho?” (Which company do you people work in?)

Ustad smiled politely. “Logistics company mein, Aunty. Transport aur warehousing. Rakesh bhai se kuch kaam ke silsile mein mila tha pehle.” (In a logistics company, Aunty. Transport and warehousing. I had met Rakesh bhai earlier for some work.)

Rakesh sat quietly, letting them handle it. He and Monica had already WhatsApped them earlier in the day, telling them exactly what to say if his mother asked questions.

Sasuma was still not fully convinced, but she didn’t push further for now.

Monica came back with a plate of pakodas and leaned forward again to offer it to Ustad.
“I just made it Utsad miya,” she said with a bright smile. 

As she leaned, her heavy breasts hung forward naturally inside the loose T-shirt. The fabric dipped low for a moment, giving a clear view of the deep valley between her bare breasts. Ustad took a pakoda, his eyes flicking down for half a second before he looked back at her face.

Monica didn’t seem to notice — or perhaps she didn’t care.

She turned to Bheem with the same plate.

“Aap bhi lo na,” she said, pouting slightly in a playful way. (You also take some,)

" Yaar Aaplog ek hi pakoda khaoge kya?” (Yaar, will you people eat only one pakoda?)

Ustad chuckled. “Bhabhi, aap itna force karogi toh saare kha lunga.” (Bhabhi, if you force this much, I will eat all of them.)
Monica laughed, throwing her head back lightly.
“Arre waah! Aap log bahut achhe ho. Rakesh kabhi aise nahi bolta.” (Arre waah! You people are very nice. Rakesh never talks like this.)

Sasuma asked " Beta kaunsa Gaon bataya tumne Uttarakhand main" (Beta, which village did you mention in Uttarakhand?)

Bheem replied "Dehradun se aage hai aunty.. thoda pahaad chadna padhega" (It is ahead of Dehradun aunty.. you will have to climb some mountain)

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He looked at Monica with a small smile.
“Bhabhi, aap manage kar logi na?”
(Bhabhi, will you be able to manage?)

Monica smiled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of sass.
“Why not?” she said lightly. Then she tilted her head and added in a playful but pointed tone,
“Though I am not very sure about Rakesh…”

For a moment there was silence.Then both Bheem and Ustad burst out laughing.
Bheem leaned back and looked at Rakesh.
“Arre Rakesh bhai, what is this ? Where is your stamina bhai” (Arre Rakesh bhai, what is this? Where is your stamina bhai)

Ustad joined in, shaking his head with mock disappointment.
“Come on yaar, join some gym or something. Yeh behenji wali harkat kab tak chalegi? Pahad chadhna bhi mushkil hai aapko.” (Come on yaar, join some gym or something. How long will this behenji behaviour continue? Even climbing a mountain will be difficult for you.)

Rakesh’s face turned slightly red, burning with embarrassment at being taunted in front of his wife & mother. He gave a small, awkward smile and nodded.
“I will try…” he said quietly.

Monica, looked at her husband and laughed and mimicked him in a playful, high-pitched voice,
“I will try........ That's good atleast”
She dragged the words out teasingly, then stood up with a smile and walked toward the kitchen, her tight leggings clung to her ass, showcasing her ass perfectly.
Sasuma watched her bahu’s swaying ass as she disappeared into the kitchen. Her chest felt tight about something, what she heard broke the old woman from inside
Ustad saying " Behenji wala harkat mat karo" (Don’t do this behenji type of behaviour)
Sasuma felt bad. Did she raise a sissy then? Her mind cluttered with random thoughts and memories of Rakesh as young teenager.

A few minutes later, Monica returned with a fresh plate of pakodas.
Ustad, still in a playful mood, suddenly reached out and gave Rakesh’s thigh a light squeeze.
“Arre dekh toh sahi,” he said with a laugh,
“Iske thighs toh chidiyon se bhi patle hain! Kya yaar Rakesh bhai ?? Gym join kar lo , warna shaadi mein bhi peeche reh jaoge.”
(Arre look at this. His thighs are thinner than birds! What yaar Rakesh bhai?? Join the gym, otherwise you’ll be left behind even in the wedding.)

Monica smiled softly and said, "Aree Ustad Bhaisaab , don't tell me I go to this Gym ...and these Gym wale ladke roz leg day karte hain... I don't know what fetish men have with their thighs..… bilkul banyan ke ped jaisa mota aur strong banaye hai sab thighs ko”

She said it casually, almost innocently, but the words hung in the air.

Ustad looked at her with a grin.
“Phir toh aapko hamare thighs dekhne chahiye, Bhabhi.” (Then you should see our thighs, Bhabhi.)

Monica smiled, shaking her head lightly as she straightened up.

“Enough…mere husband ko dikhao.usse acha lagega ...woh agar kuch seekh paye..” she said, smiling, and walked back towards the kitchen. (Enough… show it to my husband. It will be good for him… if he learns something..)

Rakesh just silently heard it and then changed the topic to the Football World Cup!

Both men gobbled up the pakodas and intended to leave. They handed over the wedding card to Rakesh and once again requested him to attend it. They got up to leave...

Sasuma felt a tight knot form in her stomach.
Bahu.. itni besharam kaise ho sakti hai? (This girl… how can she be so shameless?)

Do mard ghar mein hain… aur woh bina bra ke baithi hai? (There are two men in the house… and she is sitting without a bra?)
Uski itni badi choochiyan… har baar hil rahi hain… aur yeh dono dekh bhi rahe hain. (Her breasts are so big… they keep jiggling… and these two are also watching.)






She looked at her son Rakesh. These men didn’t look like normal friends.

Bheem and Ustad finally got up to leave. They both bent down again and touched Sasuma’s feet.
“Namaste Aunty,” they said politely.
Ustad turned to Bheem.
“Tu neeche jaake bike start kar de. Main jaldi haath dhokar aata hoon.” (You go down and start the bike. I’ll quickly wash my hands and come.)

Bheem nodded and went downstairs.
Monica, who was standing near the kitchen, said casually, “Come, I will give you a towel.” (Come, I will give you a towel.)

The washroom was inside the house, down a small passage away from the drawing room where Sasuma and Rakesh were sitting. Monica walked ahead of him. Her loose T-shirt swayed with every step, Ustad walked behind her, his eyes on her ass.

They entered the small washroom. Monica opened the cabinet above the sink, searching for a hand towel. She was slightly bent forward, standing on her toes, trying to reach the back of the shelf.
Ustad turned on the tap and washed his hands slowly under the running water.
Monica was still looking inside the cabinet,
“Ruko… towel nahi mil raha,” she muttered. (Wait… I am not getting the towel,)


Ustad turned off the tap. His hands were dripping wet. He stepped closer to her in the narrow space.
Without saying a word, he raised his wet hands and placed them on her ass and started wiping his hands on the fabric of her leggings. His palms moved slowly across her lower back and sides, drying themselves on her clothes.

Monica froze. Her eyes widened.
“Shit… what are you doing?” she whispered sharply, her voice low and nervous. “Sasuma is right outside…”

The wet patches spread across the light-coloured fabric of her T-shirt & her leggings, made it cling slightly to her skin at the hips and lower back.
Monica glanced nervously toward the open washroom door, terrified that Sasuma might walk down the passage any second.

“Aree, with these wet hands how can I ride a bike ? You took ages to give a towel ..so I thought……”

Ustad casually walked out of the washroom like nothing had happened. Monica walked behind him hesitantly.

Monica was coming down from the high of the evening. She had begun to feel guilty about her behavior. At the same time, her pussy gushed at the thought of ustad miya grabbing her ass in the washroom. She could still feel the palm of his hands on her fat ass.








Why can’t rakesh be more like that? She still loved him but he could not fulfil her womanly needs.
Only  if rakesh was more assertive, she would not have to look outside her household and feel guilty for fulfilling her natural womanly needs.

The dark Discovery

The next morning, the flat was quiet except for the low hum of the AC. Sasuma had woken up early as usual. She was walking past her son’s bedroom when she heard voices inside. The door was slightly ajar. She slowed down.

Rakesh’s voice came first, low and hesitant. “So you really want to visit Ustad’s village for  his sister’s wedding?” There was a short pause.

Monica’s voice followed, calm but firm.
“Yea, what’s the issue? It’s your friend’s event… and it would be a good change from the monotonous routine.”

Rakesh sounded uncomfortable. “Not that way, Mon… it’s just too remote a place. Village, mountains… not easy.”
Monica laughed softly. The sound was light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it.
“So what? Let me know if you’re not coming. I will go with Ustad Miya… then..”

The words hung in the air for a moment.
Monica’s tone sharpened slightly, though she ended it with a smile in her voice.
“Chalo, see you. I am getting late for office.”

Sasuma, quickly moved away before they could notice her. She went to the kitchen, but her mind heavy.
I will go with Ustad

The way Monica said it… so casually. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Later that day, Sasuma was looking for a safety pin. She remembered Rakesh kept a small box of sewing things in his drawer. She opened it quietly while he was in the living room watching TV.
She moved a few papers aside. Her fingers brushed against something small and hard. She pulled it out.

A small strip of blue tablets.
Her eyes narrowed as she read the name printed clearly on the foil.
Viagra.

She stared at it for a long moment. Then she pushed aside a few more things in the drawer. Behind a small box of medicines, she found another bottle. The label was clear.
Testosterone Booster.
Her hand froze.

Rakesh’s hesitation. His weak smile when Bheem and Ustad mocked him. The way he never stood up for himself. The way Monica sometimes looked at him — not with anger, but with a quiet, almost pitying patience. It all made sense now

Her son was struggling. He was trying hard — the tablets, the supplements — but it wasn’t enough. He was timid. Insecure.

A pale gloom settled over her.
She slowly closed the drawer and stood up. Her chest felt tight. She felt bad for her son — really bad. Rakesh had always been a quiet, simple boy. He didn’t deserve this kind of humiliation, this quiet failure in his own marriage.

But along with the pity, another feeling rose in her.
Anger.
Not loud. Not sharp. But steady.
Angry at Monica.
How could her bahu behave like this.

[SilverArrow]

The Party

One evening, while Rakesh was still at office, his phone buzzed.
Bheem: Hey mate… we’ve re-started the betting ring. New place, new people. Come join after work. It’ll be fun.
Rakesh stared at the message for a long time before replying.
Rakesh: No Bheem… parents are still here. What will I tell them?
Bheem: Dude, it’s a completely new ring. New crowd. Plus I’m sure you’re pretty fucked up with that new boss of yours.
Rakesh: How do you know about my boss?
Bheem: Come on… we keep track of things. Just come. Ustad’s new place.
Rakesh: What? You opened the ring in his house?
Bheem: It’s just a small dingy under-construction property, yaar. What’s your issue?
Rakesh hesitated for almost twenty minutes before finally typing.
Rakesh: Okay… will see. Where exactly?
Bheem: Ustad’s new house. Off the highway, next to the jungle. I’ll send the location.

That night, Rakesh came home much later than usual. His mother was waiting in the living room with dinner kept warm.
“Where were you?” she asked, trying to keep her voice normal. “We had dinner ready.”
Rakesh avoided her eyes as he removed his shoes.
“Work pressure, Ma. New boss is very strict. Had to stay back and finish some reports.”

The next morning, while Rakesh was getting ready for office, a message popped up in the old WhatsApp group.
Ustad: New ring is live from today. New place also. My new house (though it’s still under construction ?). Small housewarming this Friday. Food and drinks on me.
Rakesh showed the message to Monica while she was getting ready.
Monica raised her eyebrows slightly.
“Ustad Miya got a new house?”
Rakesh nodded while buttoning his shirt.
“It’s not really a proper house. Just some construction property he painted a portion of and restarted the ring there.”
Monica was quiet for a moment as she applied moisturiser on her face. Then she asked,
“Where is this place?”
“Quite far,” Rakesh replied. “Near the highway… overlooking the jungle area.”
Monica let out a small laugh while tying her hair.
“Oh come on… hope there are no leopards around.”
Rakesh smiled faintly.
“He invited us for the housewarming this Friday.”
Monica looked at him for a second, then spoke in a softer tone.
“I know… Come on Rak, you should be happy your friend has come out of this raid wala jhamela. No?”
Rakesh nodded, his voice low.
“Yea… he worked hard for this.”

Monica smiled and walked up to him, gently fixing his collar. “There you go, my boy.”

Friday evening came sooner rather than later. The car left the main highway and took a narrow, poorly lit exit. Within minutes, the world outside changed. Thick forest pressed in on both sides of the road, swallowing the last traces of city light. The further they drove, the darker and quieter it became. Only the low hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of leaves could be heard. The air felt cooler, heavier, carrying the damp, earthy scent of the jungle.

They finally reached a lonely stretch of half-constructed row houses at the end of a deserted street. Rakesh parked the car. A few stray dogs barked lazily in the distance. The lane ahead was uneven, covered in loose pebbles that crunched softly under their feet.

Monica stepped out and began walking carefully in her high heels. The short hem of her deep maroon designer sleeveless kurti shifted with every step, riding up just enough to reveal the full, round curve of her ass before settling back down. Her strappy pencil heels further accentuated the curve of her ass. Her tight white leggings clung to her thighs and hips like a second skin, accentuating every movement.

She had applied maroon lipstick to go with her outfit, also accentuating her facial features. She had  also painted her nails black which contrasted with her fair skin. Her mangalsutra further rested on her breasts and further added to the allure of her cleavage showing through the V necked kurti. She wore red bangles along with sindoor which adorned her forehead. Her modern outfit along with traditional symbols of marriage added to the mystique around. She looked the perfect urban upper class married woman.

With each careful step over the uneven ground, her heavy ass jiggled visibly, the fabric stretching and releasing in a slow, rhythmic motion. The cool night air kissed her bare arms, raising faint goosebumps along her fair skin. She could feel the slight chill teasing her nipples, making them stiffen subtly against the thin fabric of her kurti.
In front of the last unit, freshly painted in bold white letters, was a rough signboard that read:

Ustad Miyan Enterprise

Loud music and voices spilled out from inside. The house looked newly built but completely bare — just unfinished walls and floors with the sharp smell of fresh paint still lingering in the air. The gate and railings were half-done, but someone had strung up a few stylish lights outside that cast a warm, almost deceptive glow on the entrance.

As they stepped inside, Ustad spotted them immediately. He was standing near the doorway in his usual tight shirt, half-unbuttoned, his thick black chest hair visible under the dim lights. A wide, hungry grin spread across his face the moment he saw Monica.
“Rakesh bhai! Monica! Finally… waahh!” he called out loudly and walked towards them. He pulled Rakesh into a tight hug before turning to her. His eyes moved over her body slowly, deliberately, taking in the short kurti, the way it hugged her waist and ended high on her hips, and the way her tight leggings shaped her ass.
“Woow Bhabhi…” he said, his voice low and appreciative. “You look so damn hot tonight. Especially with that new hairdo”
Monica laughed softly, tilting her head so her soft waves fell over one shoulder.
“You noticed already, Ustad Miyan, huh?”
Ustad grinned without shame.
“Hard not to”









Inside, one room had been turned into a small dance area with colourful lights and loud music vibrating through the floor. The rest of the house was completely unfurnished — just bare walls and the strong smell of paint. Around twelve to fifteen people were scattered around, mostly men, with only two or three women present. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp scent of cheap alcohol.

Ustad led them into a smaller room where four heavily built, muscular men were sitting around a table, drinking and playing cards. The atmosphere inside was heavy with smoke and loud laughter.
Ustad announced loudly, “Look who’s here!”

One of the men stood up. He was middle-aged, completely bald, with thick, muscular arms and a strong, intimidating presence. He walked straight to Rakesh and pulled him into a violent, back-slapping hug.
“Arre mera Rakesh bachcha!” he said loudly and laughed.
Monica watched quietly. This man does not look old enough to be his father… why the fuck is he calling him bachcha?

Ustad introduced him.
“This is Monica, Rakesh’s biwi. And Bhabhi, this is Guddu Bhai. He runs one of the biggest betting rings in Delhi.”

Monica smiled politely, folding her hands. “Namaste.”

Guddu Bhai’s eyes moved over her body without any attempt to hide it. They lingered on the way her kurti sat on her full breasts and the curve of her hips in the tight leggings before he finally spoke, his voice rough.
“Arre wah… Rakesh beta, you didn’t tell us you had such a beautiful wife.”
Monica kept her smile, but there was a hint of sass in her voice when she asked,
“How do you know my husband so well?”

Ustad quickly explained that Rakesh had already visited a couple of times. Rakesh looked away, clearly uncomfortable.

Monica felt a sharp flicker of irritation rise in her chest.

Saala… I was stuck at home cooking and serving his fat ass mother while this nawab was happily gambling away here. I have to teach him a lesson. Monica thought to herself.

The guys immediately made Rakesh drink two to three pegs. The alcohol hit him fast. After some time, Monica started feeling claustrophobic in the smoky, crowded room. The loud music, the heavy stares, the smell of sweat and liquor — it was all too much. She excused herself politely.

“I’ll just go around the corner for a bit.”
She walked out into the main area. The house was barren but had some elegant lights and minimal decor. She didn’t feel like drinking with the women present — she barely knew them — and the way most of the men were looking at her made her skin prickle. She could feel their eyes on her ass as she walked, on the way her kurti moved over her breasts.

The DJ played fast Bollywood tracks, and people danced in the other room.

Just then, she noticed Guddu Bhai watching her from across the room. He had been eyeing her for a while, his gaze heavy and unapologetic. After some time, he walked over and stopped in front of her. Because the music was loud, he leaned in close, his voice low and rough near her ear. She could smell the alcohol and cigarette on his breath, and feel the heat radiating from his big, muscular body.
“Nice designer kurti. ...Suits you well… very well.”
Monica turned her head slightly towards him, her voice low and teasing.
“I didn’t wear it for you.”
“ whoever you wore it for… you’re looking really hot in that"
“These compliments won’t get you anything, you know.”

Guddu chuckled, his voice dropping even lower.
“Who said I’m trying to get anything?"

“Is that so? Then maybe you should try harder to control yourself… fair?”

One man came and whispered to his ears  "There is a call From sky deck!”
He looked annoyed but nodded.“I’ll be back,” he said to Monica before walking away.

A few minutes later, Rakesh came up to her, his face tense. “Monica?”
She turned to him.  “Yeah?”
Rakesh looked uneasy, his voice low.
“That guy you were talking to… he’s Guddu Bhai. He’s pretty notorious in the underworld betting scene.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I just thought… you were talking to him, so…”
Monica scoffed, her voice sharp.

“Really, Rakesh? You’re lecturing me? After you’ve already been coming here and betting with him? Right?”
Rakesh tried to calm her down, his voice low and pleading.
“No, I mean… just be careful, that’s all.”

Monica rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll manage.”

Just then, a group of younger guys walked up to her with whiskey bottles in their hands.
“Didi, we’re Ustad bhai’s cousins. These are our college friends. Wanna dance with us?”
Monica looked at them and replied with a playful, sassy smile.
“Accha? You guys are drinking straight from bottles already? At this age?”

Ustad appeared behind them and introduced the two boys properly. Monica looked at him with a teasing expression.
“Quite naughty cousins you got, Ustad Miyan.”
Ustad laughed.

Inside she felt bored, restless, and increasingly irritated. The last one month had been torture — in-laws staying over, no proper sex, no late-night parties, no ganja weekends, no freedom. And now Rakesh was trying to lecture her after everything. These men all fucking control freaks in their own way.
Monica’s mood had already turned dark. She was done playing the good bahu.

After some time, she saw Guddu Bhai standing near the wall again. She walked straight towards him, making sure Rakesh who was standing closeby could see & hear everything.

She stopped in front of Guddu and said casually,
“You did scare me off with those muscles of yours Guddu Bhai, though Thanks for the compliments…”

Guddu looked at her and grinned, his eyes dropping to her chest for a moment before returning to her face.
“..hahahha..Dont worry I wont eat you up.”
Guddu laughed proudly
Monica smiled and leaned in even closer this time, her breasts brushing lightly against his arm as she spoke near his ear. “So… how’s the new ring going?”

Guddu took a slow sip from his glass,
“I control quite a bit of betting in Noida. This one’s new, so there are risks… but we’ll see.”

“Risks from rivals or security officer?” Monica asked

“Mainly rivals,” Guddu replied, his voice rough. “You can’t trust anyone in this line. And what do you do? Corporate job?”

“Nothing as dangerous as you,” Monica smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m just a Sales Manager. Wohi monthly targets, client meetings… then next month the same cycle.”

Guddu smirked, his eyes moving over her body again.
“Ahh… you’re that hot corporate girl in every office. The ones who keep the men’s tools hard during meetings.”

Monica let out a soft laugh, leaning in even closer.
“Guddu Bhai… you’re being so direct.”

Guddu smirked.“So? What do you expect from us goondas?”
“Should I be intimidated Guddu bhai”
Guddu held her gaze for a long moment, “Only if you want to be.”

Rakesh stood a short distance away, hearing everything. He could see how close Monica was standing to Guddu, how she was leaning in, how she was deliberately engaging with him. He felt a sharp, twisting humiliation mixed with something darker — a sick, unwanted thrill at seeing his wife being so openly desired. He felt small. Powerless. Emasculated.

After a while, Monica leaned even closer.. her lips almost brushing his ear as she spoke.
“Hey… the music is really loud here. Will you mind if we go out for a smoke?”

“Yeah… I was thinking to ask you out anyway.… it’s peaceful outside. Let’s go.”

Monica kept her whiskey glass down and turned to Rakesh, her voice casual but loud enough for him to hear clearly. “Rak, I’ll be back…”

Guddu Bhai hit Rakesh lightly on the abdomen and said with a grin,
“Rakesh bachcha… don’t worry. I will take proper care of her.”
Rakesh felt the words like a slap. He stood there, frozen, as he watched Monica walk out with Guddu Bhai. The humiliation burned in his chest. He walked to the corner, picked up an entire bottle of cheap rum, and started drinking heavily. His head spun. He lost balance and stumbled, cutting his forehead slightly on something sharp in the dark.

Someone helped him sit down. “Bhaisaab, tabiyat theek nahi lag rahe. Baitho aap.”

When Monica came back some time later, she found him sitting in the corner, looking dazed. She walked up to him, her kurti slightly adjusted — the neckline pulled down just enough to show a generous amount of cleavage, her mangalsutra playing hide and seek between her full breasts.
“Did you have dinner, Rakesh? You didn’t eat anything since lunch… come, let’s grab something. I’m hungry.”
Rakesh nodded numbly, staring at her cleavage. “Yea… okay.”

While they were eating in a quieter corner, Rakesh stammered, his voice low and unsteady.
“What did you… you and Guddu bhai talk… talk about?”

Monica looked at him for a long moment. Then she playfully smiled, taking a slow glance at her own cleavage before leaning in and whispering directly into his ear. Her voice was soft, almost sweet, but what she said was anything but.

“I know what you’re thinking, Rakesh…”

She paused, letting the words sink in.

Rakesh froze. His face went pale.

Rakesh stammered, his voice barely a whisper. “Monica…?”

Monica’s expression didn’t change. Her eyes were sharp.“Rakesh, chill. Relax, baby… just relax.”

“Monica… he has underworld connects…”

“Rakesh, let it be. He was trying hard to ask me out for a date .. I told him clear and loud that I was not interested in him.”

Rakesh looked at her, still stunned. “Okay…”

Monica’s expression turned from playful to annoyed. She leaned in one last time, her voice low and firm.
“Now for you, Rakesh — don’t try and fucking lecture me. I don’t like these lame-ass moral sermons from you. Especially since you have been gambling here, while i was working my ass off at home for your mother. Now if we are done eating can we just go home?”

She stood up without another word, clearly irritated, and walked away.

[SilverArrow]

The Party (Act 2- Home tour)

The crowd had started thinning out. Most people had eaten heavily and were now leaving in small groups. The once-loud house was slowly quieting down. Only a few people remained scattered around the unfurnished rooms.

Monica glanced at the time and turned to Ustad.
“Ustad Miyan, we should also get going now. I have office tomorrow… plus my in-laws are alone at home.”

Ustad, who was standing with a drink in his hand, looked at her and spoke in a firm, dominant tone.
“Oh, in-laws… nothing will happen to them. I haven’t even shown you the house properly and you’re already talking about leaving?”

Monica was about to reply when Rakesh hesitantly spoke up. “Ustad bhai… it’s getting late. My mother must be waiting. Maybe next time—”

Ustad kept his hand on Rakesh’s shoulder, asserting his authority. He cut him off sharply, his voice rising.  “Arre, Rakesh bachcha, Don’t worry about your mother,  I will talk to her if there are any issues.”

Rakesh went quiet, his face flushed with embarrassment.

Monica felt a sudden rush at ustad’s authoritative handling of her husband, especially ustad calling him bachcha. She felt her pussy getting wet. She felt sorry for her husband but strangely aroused by it as well. She could no longer control how her body was reacting to this situation.

Ustad turned back to Monica with a grin. “Let’s have one vodka shot before we go for the house tour. They all downed the shots together.

The upper floor was mostly unfurnished, but it had large windows and better lighting. He first took them to the master bedroom. It was a big, empty room with windows on one side.
Ustad looked at Monica and asked, “The bed can be placed that side, Monica?”

Monica walked into the centre of the room and looked around. She observed the direction of the windows and the light breeze coming in.
“Wait…” she said, walking towards the other side. “The breeze from the south comes from there. It’s better if we place it here… no?”

She said it so naturally — using the word “we” — that Rakesh felt his stomach twist.
We? His mind started racing. What does she mean by ‘we’? Is she thinking about shifting here? Living in this house with Ustad? What the fuck is she doing?

Ustad nodded, completely missing Rakesh’s reaction.“Good observation, Monica. You’re right. This side makes more sense.”

They moved to the kitchen area next. Ustad stood near the entrance and said,
“I want to be able to see the person cooking from the drawing room.”

Monica laughed, her tone light but teasing. “your maid will come and cook. What will you keep watching the maid for so long?”
Ustad grinned. “But you can also come & cook for me”
Monica smacked his arm playfully. “Maybe. If you ask me nicely, Ustad Miya”

Rakesh was irritated by her reply. She did not like to cook even at home. She mostly had the maid do it. And now, she was agreeing to cook for Ustad.

They walked further and reached the bathroom. It was a large, unfinished space. Ustad pointed towards one corner. “So the plan is to place the bathtub over there.”

Monica’s eyes lit up with genuine excitement. “Woow… bathtub is a great idea. You must have it.”
Ustad grinned, looking directly at her. “Yeah… I saw it in your washroom that day. So I thought we should have it too.”

Monica smiled, a playful glint in her eyes, remembering how ustad had grabbed her ass in her bathroom. Her pussy was heating up.

“Yeah… after a hard day, nothing like it.” she replied.

They both walked towards the corner where the bathtub was supposed to go. Rakesh stood a few steps behind, watching them closely.

Ustad asked. “Is this space too narrow for two people to be together?”

The question hung in the air, thick with tension. Monica smiled slowly — a naughty, knowing smile — and stepped closer to the marked space. She ran her fingers lightly along the wall as she spoke.

“No.. I think the space is enough. Look, buy the large one. The branded one. It will easily fit two people… comfortably.”

" The large white ones ?" Ustad moved close behind monica. His crotch almost brushing her plump ass.

Monica didn’t move away. She stayed standing close to him, feeling his dick on her ass.

“Exactly,” she said softly. “You should get a good one. Deep and wide. So there’s no discomfort… no matter what position you’re in.” Monica giggled

Rakesh stood frozen a few feet behind them. He could hear every word. His chest felt tight. What the fuck are they talking about? Is she really discussing how to fuck in a bathtub with Ustad right in front of me?

Ustad nodded slowly, still looking at the space.

“Yeah… will order it tomorrow. Monica, will you mind if you can come down one day after office on your way back home? Just to check if the brand and the fittings are good enough”

Rakesh felt like someone had punched him in the gut. He wants her to come and check the bathtub? With him? Does he want her to sit inside it with him ? What the fuck Ustad means?

Monica remained completely nonchalant. “Can’t promise… but I’ll try. I guess it should be fine.”

Just then, Monica’s phone started ringing. She looked at the screen and said,“I have to take this. You guys continue.” She stepped out of the bathroom to attend the call.

The moment she left, Rakesh turned to Ustad, his voice low and uneasy.
“Ustad Miya… your bathroom doesn’t have a door yet?”

Ustad looked at him and grinned crudely. “What’s the need behenchod? I stay alone "

Rakesh shifted uncomfortably. “Still… I mean..”

Ustad shrugged, “Not a big deal for me yet. Will see in future. ”

me downstairs. Most of the guests had already left after eating biryani, and only Ustad, his two cousins, MoThe Party (Act 3- The Maid)

They canica, and Rakesh remained.

Monica was feeling a strange, restless heat between her legs. The entire evening — the attention, the flirting, the way men had been staring at her body — had left her pussy wet. She was also strangely aroused by ustad’s domineering behavior towards Rakesh. Especially, the way he called him bachcha.

On top of that, she had a sudden, intense craving for something sweet. Good that Ustad had ordered Phirni from a nearby shop…

Ustad told Rakesh to open the box of Phirni- the dessert.
She looked at Ustad and asked, “Plates?”
Ustad looked around casually and said, “We don’t have extra plates here. Who will do the dishes now, Monica?”
Rakesh let out a short laugh and said, “Monica will definitely not do dishes. I know her.”
Ustad nodded. “Okay… then let me ask my cousins. Though they’re drunk as fuck.”

Before Ustad could call them, Monica interrupted sharply, her voice carrying a clear edge.
“Rakesh, who said I won’t do the dishes? Since when have you started taking decisions on my behalf, huh?”
Rakesh looked at her, surprised. “But it’s really dirty… and it’s getting late, Monica and you never do dishes at home”

Monica’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Let me decide that.” She stood up and asked Ustad sweetly,

“Ustad Miya… where is the dishwasher?...Let me help you guys…”

Ustad interrupted “No it’s okay, your husband does not like it seems!”

Monica smiled sassily “ You can ignore his rants for the time being… Ustad Miyan “

Ustad pointed towards the bathroom. “Over there. You can use the bathroom basin. It hasnt been used so far, so its still clean.  The kitchen tap don't have water at this hour. I am sorry for unnecessary trouble.”

Monica smiled, her voice soft and almost caring. “I don’t mind, Ustad Miya. You stay alone… it must be just so tough for you, no?”
Ustad smiled. “I am used to it.”

Monica turned slightly and looked at Rakesh with a sweet but poisonous smile.
“Don’t worry. I will make your kitchen look perfect in a while. In the meantime, just teach my hubby how to build those biceps like you Ustad Saab…Why, Rakesh? That’s needed, right?” She said jokingly.

Ustad smirked at Rakesh, folding his arms to strut his biceps. “Don’t worry. I will college Rakesh bachcha.”

Both Monica and Ustad laughed.

Rakesh’s stood stunned. Monica had never willingly done dishes in her life. . She had always hated touching dirty plates. And now she was openly offering to do them in this filthy, half-constructed bathroom. On top of that, the comment about building muscles up was adding insult to injury. He knew his wife was joking, but the way she said it, felt like a taunt.

He looked away, unable to respond as ustad helped monica carry the dirty plates in the washroom.

The sight of monica doing the dishes was something else. The visuals of an upper class hot corporate woman clad in tight  fitting kurti, tight leggings adorned with mangalsutra and red choodha, working as a maid for in a half finished bathroom were intoxicating.

She stood over the bathroom basin, which was full of dirty plates, leftover biryani, and sticky food waste. Her short  kurti had ridden up because of bending forward, clearly showing the full, round shape of her fleshy ass in the tight white leggings. Every time she moved, her heavy ass cheeks shifted and jiggled visibly.

Her red choodha clanked against the steel plates as she washed them. The running water often splashed back, wetting the front of her kurti. The thin fabric started clinging to her full breasts, making the outline of her Bra faintly visible. Her manicured fingers with pretty black nail polish were now covered in dirty water. Yet she continued washing without complaint, her movements almost graceful despite the filth.







Ustad, Rakesh and the 2 cousins were seated on the sofa witnessing this spectacular scene. Ustad felt a visceral pride at having a high class corporate executive like Monica work as his maid, while her husband sat helplessly, unable to do anything.

While Monica washed the dishes she felt a sudden clarity. She finally understood the strange patterns of arousal & disappointments with her husband’s sexual performance that she had been feeling since the train incident.

Despite being an ambitious independent woman,  deep down she had always felt the need for support of a strong man. Rakesh was kind, supportive and stable, but he was not assertive and lacked spine. She could override him anytime she wanted. He was never possessive over her, like a man should be. He was hesitant, under confident, always running to his mother for advice. She needed a man for a husband, not a mommy’s boy.

In this moment, while she was hunched over the basin, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was punishing Rakesh. She wanted to humiliate him, for abandoning the responsibilities of being a husband, who fulfils all her womanly needs, someone who makes her feel like a giggly teenage girl, safe in his arms.

She felt a strange sense of power and arousal as she did this. She wanted to show him how low she was willing to go just to make him feel small. In her mind, Rakesh was nothing but a pathetic, weak, tiny-dicked sissy who had never once stood up for her. And tonight, she was going to enjoy breaking whatever little pride he had left.

Suddenly, she rolled back her dark thoughts. Maybe, she got carried away a bit in her thoughts. Yes, Rakesh had his faults but he was still a good man. She should not be so hard on him.
Deep down she hoped, her action will fire that competitive spirit within Rakesh, he will feel more possessive over her. He will change his ways and be the man she wants him to be.

She desperately hoped it happens. Her marriage is on the line and all she wanted was a happy possessive sexually charged marriage. Where the man makes her feel wanted and craved for every day. Was she just being demanding ? Or is it Rakesh never has that balls within him ? May be after today shenanigans, She will be successful in waking up the beast within her pathetic husband. She was still hopeful..

Every time she bent forward to scrub a plate, she made sure her ass was pushed out a little more. Every time water splashed on her kurti, she didn’t move away. She let it get wet. She let Ustad & his cousins stare.

The two cousins looked for excuses to come near the bathroom. They stood at the door, watching her. Both of them were clearly hard. One of them kept adjusting his crotch while staring directly at Monica’s ass as she bent over the sink. The other one licked his lips every time water splashed on her kurti and made it stick to her chest.

Rakesh watched all of this feeling smaller & smaller. Yes, he was angry but he felt hints of arousal as well. He was ashamed of the way his body was reacting.

While Monica was scrubbing a particularly dirty plate, the two drunk cousins walked into the bathroom.
Monica turned her head slightly and asked in a playful tone, “What do you guys want?”
One of them, slurring badly, said, “We need to pee…”
Monica smirked without looking at them. “Okay, do it. I am not looking. And flush properly before you leave… it’s already stinking in here.”

The first cousin stood in front of the commode and started peeing. The second one stood beside Monica, staring openly at her ass as she remained bent over the sink. He was already rock hard from watching her all evening. As he pulled his dick out and started peeing, his hand trembled violently. Instead of aiming at the commode, his hard cock swung towards Monica.
He couldn’t control it. A hot, forceful stream of urine splashed directly onto the back of Monica’s thighs and soaked into her white leggings. The warm, wet sensation spread quickly across her skin.

Monica shouted in anger, “What the fuck did you just do?!”
The cousin stood there frozen, his dick still out and throbbing, staring at the dark wet patch he had created on her leggings.

Ustad hearing Monica shout rushed into the bathroom. “What’s the matter?”

Monica said angrily, pointing at the second cousin, “What the fuck!! He… he just peed on me!”

Ustad’s face darkened. He grabbed both cousins by their collars and slapped them hard across the face. “Bhenchod… gandu!”
The first cousin said fearfully, “Not me, Ustad chacha… it’s him!”
The second one stammered, “He pushed me hard, chacha…”

Ustad was about to hit them again when Monica spoke up. She had calmed a bit by then..
“Ustad ..Stop…It’s  okay… they are young and they are clearly drunk.  please leave them. I don’t want you hitting them with that monster body of yours”
Here voice sharp and irritated ….

She turned to the cousins. “You both just get lost…Right Now!!!!.”
The “Right Now” echoed heavily inside the bathroom.
The two cousins quickly scampered off.

Monica looked at Ustad and said, “They are drunk, Ustad Miyan… you should escort them off, no?.. Or else they will surely create more ruckus”

Ustad nodded. “I will ask a neighbour to drop them off. Aab dono niklo yaha se, gandu.”

A neighbour came and took the two cousins away.

Rakesh, who had seen everything from the doorway, came up to Monica and asked quietly, “U okay, Monica?”
She looked at him and replied flatly, “Yea..I did not see that coming Rakesh … my new leggings got dirty.”

Rakesh gulped. “Oh… we should leave now, Monica… it’s almost 11:30?”

Monica snapped, her voice sharp, “Rakesh, are you in your senses? With these stinking leggings, I will go all the way back home? ”

Ustad looked at Rakesh coldly. “Rakesh bachcha… hey, it’s fine. I will take care of it.

Rakesh tried to speak. “But—”
Ustad kept his hand on Rakesh’s shoulder, like he had done earlier. With his eyes, he was able to stare down Rakesh. Rakesh meekly shut his mouth.

Monica felt disappointed, as she saw that Rakesh was again unable to stand his ground.

Rakesh once at least once you should hold your ground na ..Wondered Monica

At the same time, she was excited to see how ustad had put her husband in his place.

Monica looked down at her wet, urine-soaked leggings and made a disgusted face. “Ustad Miya, it’s really stinking. What will I do now?”

Ustad went inside and came back with a pair of his own trousers.
Monica looked at them and smiled playfully.
She turned slightly, pushing her ass out towards him.
“You think your trousers will fit me?” she hinted towards her ass with her eyes.

Ustad smirked, openly staring at her round, fleshy ass. “I know these wont fit you. But the only other option is that you stay bottomless. Your kurti can still protect your ….hmmm….modesty.”

Monica pondered over Ustad’s suggestions. She liked the idea. She wont be exposing too much. She had worn bikinis at public beaches before. Very skimpy two piece Bikini. This was much less exposure.
It would serve another purpose for her. She can further put Rakesh in his place. Maybe, this would aggravate the sleeping man within him.

Monica said sweetly, “Hey, the door is bolted, right? Let me get rid of these leggings then. After that we’ll see.”

Ustad immediately went and bolted the main door from inside.

Monica stood in the middle of the room. Very slowly, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her wet white leggings. She bent forward as she started pulling them down, giving both Ustad and Rakesh a full, unobstructed view of her ass.

The wet fabric peeled off her skin inch by inch. As it slid down her thighs, her smooth, fair skin was revealed. The tiny black thong she was wearing underneath disappeared completely between her plump ass cheeks. When she bent further to pull the leggings off her feet, the high hem of her kurti rode up completely, exposing some of her bare ass. The thin strip of her thong did nothing to hide the way her cheeks spread slightly as she moved.

She stood up straight, now wearing only her deep maroon kurti and tiny black thong. The kurti was short enough that with the slightest movement, her bare ass cheeks were visible from behind. The front of kurti was wet, which made it see through and outline of her thong covering her pussy mound was visible.

She picked up the wet, pee-soaked leggings and casually threw them at Rakesh. They landed on his lap with a wet slap. Rakesh recoiled in disgust, the strong, acrid smell of urine hitting him immediately. He looked nauseated.

Monica looked at Ustad and said in a soft, almost shy voice, “Now don’t stare at me like that and make me conscious, Ustad Miyan…”
Ustad was openly ogling her ass, his eyes dark with lust. He didn’t even try to hide it.
What a sight it was. An upper class corporate executive standing bottomless wearing just a kurti and a thong, complete with her mangalsutra, choodha and sindoor which highlighted her married status.

Monica walked towards the bathroom to wash her hands, her thick ass swaying under her maroon kurti, bottom of her ass cheeks showing.
“I am really craving for the phirni…” she said, as she disappeared in the bathroom.

Ustad nodded. “Yeah… let me open it. You wanna share with me? Let’s give another one to Rakesh?”

Rakesh looked up weakly. “No… I won’t have it.”
Monica on her way back from the bathroom said, “Rak, please have it… it’s good. Ustad Miyan got it for you.”
She brought out her kind, sympathetic eyes. Rakesh quietly agreed.

Monica walked over to the small plastic table where the Phirni was kept. Both Ustad and Rakesh felt she would try to wear the trouser which Ustad offered her. But No.
She didn’t bother picking up the trousers Ustad had offered her. Instead, she simply pulled out one of the plastic chairs and sat down, as if she were still fully dressed.

The moment her bare ass touched the cool plastic, she felt it. The chair was slightly cold against her warm skin, and because she was wearing only the tiny black thong, she could feel the smooth surface directly against her pussy and the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. She crossed her legs slowly. The thin strip of her thong disappeared completely between her plump ass.

The high slits of her deep maroon kurti did nothing to hide the smooth, fair skin of her thighs or the way her bare ass spread slightly against the chair.
She sat with her back straight, one leg crossed over the other, she made no attempt to cover herself. She behaved exactly as she would have if she were wearing jeans or a salwar

Ustad brought two bowls of Phirni and placed one in front of her before sitting down opposite her. His eyes moved slowly over her exposed thighs and the way her bare ass looked against the plastic. He didn’t try to hide the hard tent his massive dick was making inside his trousers...
Monica noticed that huge tent...
She picked up the spoon and took a slow bite of the cold, creamy phirni. The sweetness spread across her tongue.
She looked at his bulging tent. “Mmm… this is really good,” she said, licking the spoon as if admiring his huge tent....“Where did you get it from?”

Ustad smiled, still watching her. " You mean the Phirni or "

" Of course, the Phirni you naughty man, I know where did you get the other thing from besharam " Monica pouted playfully...

“well...from the same place we ordered the biryani. Not bad, right?”

Monica nodded, taking another spoonful.
“Not bad at all,” she said. “Sweet enough, but not too heavy.”

She shifted slightly in her chair, uncrossing and recrossing her legs. The movement made the kurti ride up further on one side, exposing even more of her bare ass to the cool air. She didn’t adjust it. She simply continued eating as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

She could feel Ustad’s eyes on her body. She could also feel Rakesh’s stare from the sofa — heavy, shocked, and humiliated. A small, dark satisfaction bloomed in her chest.
Look at him… sitting there like a kicked dog. After everything he did — gambling behind my back, letting these men flirt with me, then having the audacity to lecture me like he has any right — this is what he deserves. Let him watch. Let him feel what it’s like to be completely powerless. Maaybe he will be more assertive in future. Take some lessons from this evening’s events.

She took another bite of Phirni, slower this time. The cold sweetness lingered on her tongue while the cool air touched her exposed pussy and ass. She could feel the tiny thong clinging to her, slightly damp now — not just from earlier, but from her own growing arousal.

The fact that she was sitting almost naked in front of another man while her husband watched from a distance… it should have felt wrong. But instead, it felt powerful. It felt like revenge. It felt like she was finally doing something for herself after months of being controlled and restricted.

Am I going too far? This isn’t like me… or is it? Maybe I’ve just been pretending to be someone I’m not all this time.

She moved away from Ustad. She looked at Rakesh and said “lets go, honey. We are really getting late!!”

Rakesh breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the night was done.

Ustad interrupted “ Rakesh, you are drunk, let me drive you back home guys!! ”

Rakesh trying desperately to be the man “ No No..Ustad Miyan bahut meherbani, I can drive easily trust me”
Monica laughed “Stop being the Hero Rakesh, You think you can drive after putting in so many pegs, don’t create any more scene here. Give me the keys I will drive….”
Ustad looked at her “ In this way, you will drive ?, there will be people on the road…” He hinted at her bottomless state.

Monica replied casually “ I am not naked guys, I can perfectly manage. No worries. Ustad Miyan Thanks for the concern ..but if you drop us off you won’t have anything to come back and it’s really late..so trust me we will be just fine”

Rakesh did not like it but he agreed quietly. There was no point arguing with his wife right now.


As they hit the highway, Rakesh tried to push his voice,
“Monica I told you doing dishes was such a bad idea “
Monica applied brake suddenly and replied “ Rak, don’t dare yell at me, I was just trying to help him. He stays alone…. arranged dinner for a truckload of people , was really sweet in ordering desserts because I was craving sweets....and we turn out so snobbish …Really ? And you say they are your friends Rakesh .. Wahhh… ”

Rakesh cleared his throat “So…So.. you will roam naked in front of my friends”

“ Rakesh, hey wait don’t dare talk to me like that, it was just for 5 or 10 minutes and I had no choice , they fucking peed on me… What would you have done in my place ?”

“Right you have a reason for everything, and for God sake what type of panties you have started wearing these days ? I mean… the entire betting ring of Delhi will now know my wife wears such slutty thongs underneath..”

“Woa.now I have to defend my choice of lingerie to you, Listen Rakesh I just should not have come today with you… I just should have sat back home and let you bet away all your salary “

“Right Monica, so this is also my fault.. .. you becoming such a desirable slut for my friends is my fault ..correct ?”

“Fuck you Rakesh, and trust me your friends are more man than you?” Monica presses the accelerator furiously in anger…

“what do you mean Monica “

“You know very well what I mean dude. You saw…you saw… Ustad Miya’s big….thing very well… and act all naïve.huh “

“ Monica so you are comparing me to that Goonda”

“ I will if u accuse me of stuff I never intended to do .now just shut that fat mouth of yours “

Later Upon reaching Home, Monica apologized “ Hey I did not mean to hurt you, I am sorry”

Rakesh nodded ..

Monica came closer and hugged and kissed Rakesh “ hey please I am sorry , I am really sorry , trust me ..I did not mean to compare you with him, I love you “

Rakesh nodded and kissed his wife back..

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Absolutely Erotica fantastic

[drlund]

Absolute marvel

[Ramukakalegend]

Super erotic updates!

I think this was a super direction taken by the author to develop the plot. And we should really commend the fact that the author is very brave to go with this direction for the story.

Also, I think the scenario of the parents-in-law coming in and staying with them for a month, I think that is also a very good swerve into the story to bring some groundedness from the regular sexual tension filled adventures. So kudos to the author for bringing in a heavy dose of realism.

- Monica suddenly moving towards the desi dressing, a good touch, but I think she should also be used to wearing western dresses within the home in front of Sasuma because she is having a very distinct personality. (She's Monica not a Monisha  or a Sneha)
- I think one little missed point was when Sasuma has already got the scent of Monica putting on a pretend act, maybe she could have given a little hint that " it's okay, You can ease out. Be yourself. You don't need to really push yourself hard to be in dresses that maybe you're not regularly comfortable with - a direct green signal types.
And then right after that, when Bheem and Ustad visit the home, she being braless, that would have shown a great over extension done by Monica that should, of course, infuriate Sasuma. So that little bit would have been amazing to show how Monica took the opportunity and just went into a completely different tangent with Sasumas green signal

- Slight more details in that conversation when they were sitting and talking and eating. Maybe a bit more double meaning conversations with the pakora, with the maybe the chutney. And maybe doing like callbacks of what happened on the dining table. I think that should have been there. And obviously Sasuma would have never got the hint, but a bit of unsettling could have been done by Bheem more so. So that would have been very good to present.

- And similarly, as they move to the scene where there's this new betting ring and then there's Guddabhai. So I think those were well done. But maybe the house tour should have been properly micro-detailed with Monica and Ustad and Rakesh and Ustad casually holding her hand or maybe just brushing his hand on her ass or maybe patting her ass or pulling her closer by the waist. I think those could have been amazing if they were slightly included.

- Also there was this bit of the cousins dancing with Monica. I think that dance sequence could have been slightly more detailed. What song they were dancing on and maybe just to then start to pass some crude comments directly into Rakesh's ear.

- but i feel a missed opportunity    ...... was the whole incident of the leggings. I think in that one, I really wish Monica had tripped over kinda deliberately onto Ustad's lap and Ustad should have also taken the opportunity to grope her bare thighs and ass given that golden opportunity. So I think that could have been a very good heightened super.

Overall, really appreciate the effort put in by the author to steer the story and to navigate this instead of just probably taking the easy way out. And also really appreciate all the efforts put in to make the images and apt gifs and perfectly place them. And also it's a good font size, very easy to read, very thoughtful of the writer. Waiting for the next update. Keep it up!

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Very apt suggestions and constructive feedback given by Ramukakalegend...
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[artemis1757]

thanks for great updates

[Givemeextra]

MIL and Wifey - hot hot hot episode. Hope more comes with MIL soon. Pls dont leave this just like that.

And finally - hubby is getting sidelined - now he realizes how far he is gone down the hole.

[SilverArrow]

MIL and Wifey - hot hot hot episode. Hope more comes with MIL soon. Pls dont leave this just like that.

And finally - hubby is getting sidelined - now he realizes how far he is gone down the hole.

Thanks for your support