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

[Blackdick11]

Marvelous update.
The atmosphere inside the room is so fucking steamy, boss!

[urb0nd]

amazing update

[SilverArrow]

Marvelous update.
The atmosphere inside the room is so fucking steamy, boss!

Thanks for your support

[SilverArrow]

Woww...Kya baat hai !!!Superb update, keep writing dude, ur doing great.

Thanks...Next update will come in few hours ...
Keep yourself tuned 
Thanks again

[Mande]

You are hell of a teaser rather master of erotic narration. There are very few story writer in the Adultery category who described the psychological tussle of the characters. Your heroine, the way you described her figure, dress, the teasing etc in minute details is really high standard. The small small incidents, the casual sex scenes are really class apart.

Your presentation of not only characters but also the surroundings helped in a big way to visualise the entire situation. I must say the easy flow and the continuation of erotic events possibly glue the readers. Great writing and Thank you very much for entertaining us Erotic Queen or King whoever you are! Salute to your efforts and looking forward towards another blockbuster update.

Cheers!

[SilverArrow]

You are hell of a teaser rather master of erotic narration. There are very few story writer in the Adultery category who described the psychological tussle of the characters. Your heroine, the way you described her figure, dress, the teasing etc in minute details is really high standard. The small small incidents, the casual sex scenes are really class apart.

Your presentation of not only characters but also the surroundings helped in a big way to visualise the entire situation. I must say the easy flow and the continuation of erotic events possibly glue the readers. Great writing and Thank you very much for entertaining us Erotic Queen or King whoever you are! Salute to your efforts and looking forward towards another blockbuster update.

Cheers!

Thanks for being my longest support cheer leader and mentor

[Muhammad Hasan]

Dear Author, Please use spaces Between conversations.

Thank You.

[SilverArrow]

[Blackdick11]

Next update, please. eagerly waiting for the next one.

[Herbiee]

Eventually, The surrender.! Please update soon.

[SilverArrow]

Rakesh sat upright on the edge of the cot, bare feet flat on the freezing floorboards. The thick timber walls still muffled most of the noise, but what leaked through was no longer ambiguous.

Not loud enough to be clear words. Not faint enough to dismiss. The old wooden cot on the other side kept creaking in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the moans.
He knew.His wife was being taken.


Rakesh’s hands gripped the edge of the mattress so hard his knuckles ached. Every muffled rise of her voice sent another wave of nausea through him. He wanted to shove his face into the rough pillow and hold it there until the sounds stopped, until the shame stopped burning through his chest. Instead he just sat there, eyes open in the dark, listening to every soft, helpless sound while his own breathing stayed shallow and broken.
Inside the master bedroom the air was still thick with the leftover heat of their earlier kissing and the wet, marked state of Monica’s naked breasts.

Ustad sat up slowly on the narrow cot, a wicked, satisfied smile already forming on his face.  Monica lay half-propped against the thin pillow, her heavy tits still glistening faintly with spit and carrying the clear red impressions of his teeth and stubble.

She looked at him, still breathing a little hard, and gave a low, sassy laugh that didn’t quite hide the heat still simmering under her skin.

“Ustad Miyan Stop laughing … we should sleep now..Its late ….”
Ustad’s eyes dropped deliberately to her marked Breasts. “Are you really sleepy ? Look at you once. Those nipples are still so hard ...”

Monica shifted…..The cot creaked under her. “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m still deciding whether to let you keep looking… ”

Monica tried to reach out for her top, Ustad fiercely kicked it with his legs , the top flung further away at the corner .

"Ustad Please give back my top, I can’t sleep all naked throughout the night!!”
Ustad laughed and pushed her crumpled top even further away, disposing it off like a piece of discarded item.
Ustad’s gaze stayed on her for a long moment, measuring the challenge in her eyes. Then he reached down without hurry and began unfastening the front of his trousers. The sound of the zipper sliding open was loud in the quiet room — a slow, deliberate zzzip that made Monica’s breath catch and her eyes drop.
Her earlier teasing confidence flickered

“Ustad—no… not that, please—”

He didn’t answer. He simply hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed everything down in one smooth motion.

His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, and already fully hard. It rose against his lower stomach with a weight that made the air in the small room suddenly feel tighter. The dark shaft was thick enough that Monica’s eyes locked onto the girth first. Veins stood out along the length like ropes. The head was swollen, shiny with precum, and looked almost too big to be real. It hung there, heavy and demanding, the kind of size that made her mouth go dry even as a dirty heat pulsed between her legs.

Monica stared, her mouth slightly open.

“What… what the fuck are you doing?” she said, voice low and charged. “Ustad… I—I’m not… not ready for that yet”
She swallowed hard, eyes still fixed on the thick length of him. Her husband had never been built like that. None of her ex boyfriend before him also would not beat Ustad for sure. The sheer girth of Ustad’s cock was hard to believe honesty even for a woman like Monica who had her fair share of flings and relationship before marriage.

"Wear your pants back,” she said, sharper this time. “Ustad, put that thing away. I’m serious. You can’t just pull that out like it’s nothing.”

Ustad only laughed. He wrapped one large hand around the base of his snake and gave himself a slow, deliberate stroke, making the heavy cock bounce once.
A bead of precum stretched and broke.

“Take a proper look at this,” he said. “I don’t even know how I kept it trapped inside my pants all day while you were walking around in that tight blouse, teasing everyone like a little slut.”

Monica shook her head, still staring, but a reluctant, wicked smile tugged at her swollen lips. “I’m not doing anything with that, Ustad. I’m exhausted. Really. Put it back please….”

Ustad shifted on the cot so the full length of his erection was on clear, arrogant display between them. The head glistened. The weight of it was obvious even in the dark. He gave it another slow stroke, letting her watch.
“You’ll enjoy this,” he said quietly, almost gently, but the dominance underneath was pure filth. “Look at how hard you made it. Now stop pretending you’re not wet looking at it.”

Monica’s gaze stayed locked on the heavy, veined shaft. A small, almost angry sound left her throat
“God… the size of you…” she muttered, still not looking away. “That’s not normal. What are you really ? Some fucking primitive medieval age animal ? Wear your pants, Ustad. I’m telling you I’m tired and little mad at you also!!! Don’t force me into doing something I am not ready yet”

Ustad only smiled wider, keeping the thick cock fully on show in the dim light of the sealed room. He didn’t move closer yet. He simply let her look — Monica’s eyes still hadn’t left his cock even while her mouth kept fighting.
Outside, Rakesh still sat frozen on the edge of his cot, listening to the sudden silence that had fallen!

Ustad shifted closer on the narrow cot. The thick, heavy length of his cock brushed lightly against Monica’s arm as he moved. Now he was inches away from Monica’s eyes and face. Monica’s eyes snapped up to his face.
“Ustad I dare you.. please don’t come near to me…”

Ustad came dangerously close. Monica was now shocked to see the raging erection he had got. She knew Rakesh would not have anything close to that even if put on multiple Viagra’s..
“Ustad…Please…What is this ?  Wear your pants back and give me my top,” she said. “I’m serious. You’ve already treated my tits like a free buffet. That’s more than enough charity for one night.”

Ustad did not flinch.He only moved closer still, until the dark, swollen head of his cock rested right on her collarbone!
“You’re still looking at it,” he said quietly.

Monica let out a short, sharp breath and wrinkled her nose with exaggerated disgust
“Of course I’m looking. . ITS FUCKING HUGE and right in front of my eyes….”
“yea so open your mouth and taste it” Ustad voice was cold and ruthless…

Monica blurted out “ Are you crazy ? You wanna put this inside my mouth ?  Do you know how much that thing stinks?  When did you last wash your underwear….. last year? . How can you even think I’m going to put that in my mouth?”

Ustad’s low laugh filled the small room. He gave the thick shaft a slow stroke, bringing the head even closer to her. “It’s clean enough. You’ve already had my spit all over your tongue tonight. This is just the next step.”
Monica raised an eyebrow with pure biting sarcasm

“Oh, wonderful. Your spit was the warm-up act and now I’m supposed to upgrade to the main course …. I’m not some desperate girl who opens her mouth the second a man waves his cock around. Put it away before I shove you off”

Ustad’s voice stayed calm, but that cold menacing vibe made him such a dangerous man. He did not rush!
“You’ve been staring at it for a while now, Monica. Your nipples got harder the second it came out. Every time I stroke it you stop breathing for a second. You’re not disgusted. You’re deciding how long you can keep up the act….Good take your time sweetie… tell me when you are ready ” Ustad spoke with commanding authority and that cold blooded menace which can send chill to anyone’s spine!

Monica shook her head… “I’m deciding whether to kick you off this bed and make you sleep with the centipedes . Your thing is ridiculous. Look at the girth. My jaw will lock and I’ll sue you for medical expenses. And the smell… God, Ustad pathetic!!!”

“Yet I bet your panties are dripping wet sweetie, I am loving what a great drama you are putting up ….”
Ustad shifted even closer. The swollen head now rested against the soft underside of her left breast, leaving a faint wet trail of precum on her skin.

“Okay sweetie ! Let’s play some deal ? Let me set some rules... Only the head. Only for a short while. You can stop the second you want. But we both know you’re curious how something this thick will feel stretching your mouth… ”
Monica stared at the heavy cock. A long silence stretched. Her breathing had gone shallow.


"You’re such a complete bastard… Saale….” she muttered

. “Using the ‘you made me this hard’ card on the love of the life of your best friend….. You men are all same ….Have you no shame left at all, or did you leave it in Delhi?”

Monica’s tongue briefly touched her lower lip. She looked up at him, eyes dark and still full of challenge.
“Ok” Monica looked up “ This would be a little dirty secret between us if I eventually do this”

“ Yes, sweetie…secret !!!!  now.. open your mouth..?”

“Wait Ustad …If I do this — and I’m still not saying I will — it’s only the head. And only for a short while. The second I say stop, you stop. No forcing, no holding my head down, Clear? Or do I need to write it down for you?”
Ustad’s smile was slow and filthy. “Now Start …”

Monica still hesitated, staring at the thick cock like it was both a personal insult and a dare.
“I can’t believe I’m even considering this,” she muttered. “You’re a complete animal”
Monica looked across to the wall towards Rakesh’s room. “Sorry Rakesh ,I don’t think your best friend will leave me without this tonight , just forgive me” She made a playful gesture …

Then, after another long beat, she shifted on the narrow mattress, still completely topless,  She leaned forward just enough. Ustad did not thrust. He simply held the thick cock steady and waited.
She opened her mouth.

The first contact was slow and deliberate. The swollen head pressed against her soft lips. Monica’s tongue touched the underside….. The strong, musky taste of him flooded her mouth — exactly as strong as the smell had promised. She made a small, involuntary sound of disgust mixed with something darker, then pulled back just enough to speak.

"Fuck…Yuckkkkkk…… it tastes exactly like it smells,” she whispered

“Shut up and suck it properly “ Ustad barked ..

Then she took him again quietly
The thick head filled her mouth completely. Her lips stretched around the girth. She sucked slowly, carefully, cheeks hollowing as she adjusted to both the size and the dirty salty taste. Saliva immediately began to gather and spill from the corners of her mouth.

Ustad stayed still for the first long moments, letting her set the pace. Then he began to move — slow, shallow thrusts that pushed the thick head deeper against her tongue and the soft palate of her mouth. Each time he withdrew, a wet, filthy slurp filled the small room. Spit strings stretched from her lips to the shiny head.
Monica’s hands came up and braced against his strong thighs. She did not pull away. Instead she took him deeper on the next stroke, the thick shaft sliding over her tongue until the head nudged the back of her throat. She gagged softly, eyes watering, but recovered and sucked harder, and then ever harder  and more intently!
Ustad’s breathing grew heavier.

“Fuck… look at you,” he murmured
. “My best friend’s wife is such an expert …Woow…....”

Monica moaned around the thick length, the vibration making Ustad’s hips twitch. She pulled back just enough to breathe, a long string of spit connecting her swollen lips to the glistening head of Ustad’s massive cock.
Ustad then violently gripped Monica’s hair and started fucking her mouth properly. Deep, hard strokes. The thick head kept hitting the back of her throat. Monica gagged, eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. She sucked harder instead, trying to keep up even as spit ran down her chin and onto her naked breasts.
The wet sounds filled the room. The cot creaked under them.
Ustad looked down at her, breathing harder.

“Fuck… you’re taking it better than I thought,” he said between thrusts
“Rakesh get this from you?”
Monica tried to answer around him. The words came out wet and broken. Ustad pulled back just enough to let her speak.
“Not like this,” she gasped. “Never this rough. I know you are being a bastard on purpose….”

“Maybe.” He pushed back in, even harder this time, watching her lips choke. “You keep going even when you choke. That says a lot.” He held himself there for a second, then pulled out again. “Your boss ever get this?”
Monica’s eyes flashed.

“Fuck No … Ustad ..what kind of question is that ?” She barely got the words out before he slid back in.

"Because you’re soo… good,” he said simply. “The way you use your tongue when you pull off… you don’t stop even when your eyes water. Either someone taught you or you like it more than you say.” He thrust deeper, then pulled back again so she could hear him clearly. “You should blow the entire floor at your office. Start with your boss and work your way down. Half those men already think about these lips.”

Monica pulled off hard, spit running down her chin. Her voice came out sharp and hoarse, yet playful …
“Saale madarchod… I’ll kill you. I’m not some office whore for you to imagine. Keep my profession out of your filthy mouth.”

Ustad only laughed and pushed back between her lips before she could say more.
“Okay Relax… don’t get angry … you are doing an awesome job……. but your boss must be fantasizing a blowjob from you every time he sees you……”

Ustad pushed her onto her back and swung a leg over so he was above her face. His cock hung over her mouth, dripping. “Open wider. I want to feel your throat fully”

Monica’s eyes went wide at the new angle. She gagged hard when he went deeper. Her hands pushed at his thighs, but he held her head steady.

“Ustad—wait—”

“You can still talk,” he said, thrusting in shorter strokes. “Means you can still take more.” He pulled out just enough for her to breathe. “Tell me to stop if you mean it. Otherwise stop acting like I’m forcing you.”
Monica’s voice came out rough and angry, but the heat was clear.

“You’re such an asshole. I should bite you.”

“But you won’t.” He pushed back in. “Because part of you wants to see how far you can go.” He fucked her mouth from above now — slower but deeper, grinding against the back of her throat ..This new angle had depravity written all over it.

Ustad held Monica on the edge of the cot and sat tightly over her mouth. With his entire brute force, he thrust his big black dirty monster cock inside her soft sexy mouth. He pinned her down with his hips and continued mouth fucking her with so much force the cot violently creaked and shook. Monica could not breathe but still kept on sucking his cock as Ustad reached her throat with every deep thrust…Monica was feeling nauseated with the smell of his big black cock and the thick bush of his pubic hair… her entire soft mouth not only had the Ustad’s dirty monster cock inside her but also his dirty pubic hair as well ….

Spit ran down Monica’ cheeks into her hair. Monica gasped and moaned , almost tears coming out due to Ustad’s raw violent thrust…

Slrup…slrup..slurp ..slurp …the sucking sound loudly echoed inside the dark stone walls making it sound even more filthy and carnal!!

“Look at your face Monica. Rakesh would lose it if he saw you like this.”

Monica made a muffled sound around him. She still moaned uncontrollable gasping for hair…..When he pulled back she was panting for air, eyes wet.

“Don’t talk about him right now Ustad,” she managed. “Just… don’t.”

Ustad wiped spit from her cheek with his thumb and pushed it back between her lips. Again. This time even harder.
“Why not?” He slid back into her mouth and kept going, watching her face. “You’re doing well. Keep your tongue like that… yeah… like that …What an absolute slutty wife you are Monica… ,.' ..where did you learn this from ? “

Monica’s hands had stopped pushing. They rested on his thighs now, gripping. She felt like puking every time he went deep, but she kept taking him. She was now lost in the most absolute pleasure a woman can think of. She could not believe how thick and huge Ustad was actually… His cock had actually owned her mouth today and was brutally fucking her mouth now… Monica was dripping wet by now , her panties soaked beyond imagination….
Ustad’s aggression began to reach climax..You have to give the man…Not many men would last if they get to see a married hottie like Monica’s huge naked tits right in front of him….But Ustad was built different …His thrusts got longer and harder and faster, one last time….

“I’m close,” he said, voice tight. “You swallowing, or should I finish on your tits?”

Monica couldn’t answer with words. She only moaned around him, the sound broken and wet. That was enough.
He pushed deep and came.

Thick cum flooded her mouth. Monica swallowed hard, but some still spilled from the corners of her lips and ran down her chin. Ustad pulled back just enough to let the last few spurts land across her breasts, mixing with the spit already there.
Monica lay gasping, lips shiny, eyes glassy. She swallowed what was left, then wiped her mouth with a shaky hand.
Ustad sat back, still breathing hard.
Monica’s voice was completely hoarse, but the edge was still there.

“You absolute animal. Madarchod …Yuckkkkkkk…Saale….….. How dare you cum inside my mouth …yuuuuckiiiiiiii…..chiii …. I had to swallow that shit!!!”

Ustad gave a low, satisfied laugh.

“How does it taste…? Look your tits are also smeared”

“ shut up …and pass me something I can use to clean myself , I will have to clean this mess quickly or else I will throw up…”
Ustad got up , his cock still semi erect and he gave her the crumpled Top she was wearing a while ago…
“ Fuck .Fuck..I can’t believe I actually gave you that long blowjob !!” Monica shook her head with a playful disgust …
“ Sweetie…. You were the one who was not stopping “ Ustad said while Monica was trying to wipe off the cum from her tits!!
“ you can flatter yourself as much as you want … Bastard… how dare you made me swallow so much cum …chi..I am so done with you…” Monica smiled playfully…

Ustad came closer and smooched Monica hard , Monica responded with another round of deep intimate smooch ..This was  was gentle and intimate and showed how fond they were of each other!!!
“Ustad Miyan.. now wear back your pants and let’s sleep… I m really very exhausted “

Outside the thick walls, Rakesh sat motionless in the dark, listening to the sudden silence that had fallen after the long, wet sounds finally stopped..

[SilverArrow]

Guys updated ..please let me know how the story is progressing ?

[qazmlp]

Absolutely Superb !!! Story is damn erotic albeit a bit slow.But loving it still

[alsmailbox]

Great update. Things are getting really pumped up.

[SilverArrow]

Monica lay on her back on the narrow cot, still naked from the waist up. She had wiped off the cum with the crumpled top, but the faint sticky feeling remained. Ustad lay beside her, one arm folded under his head, the other resting loosely near her ass. His trousers were back on, though not fully fastened.

He reached for the packet of cigarettes on the small wooden stool, lit one, and took a slow drag before passing it to her. The smoke mixed with the leftover smell of sex and sweat in the sealed room.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she said finally, voice still rough. “I actually let you… finish in my mouth”
Ustad took the cigarette back, smoked once, and returned it to her!

“You didn’t ‘let’ me,” he said calmly. “You kept going.”

Monica gave a short, humourless breath of a laugh.

“That’s not the point.  I’m lying here naked with my husband’s best friend, tasting you, and he’s ten feet away thinking God knows what. I feel sick about it..I feel like a monster!”

“Monster ?” Ustad muttered “ This does not make you a monster Monica, you just did what every woman actually deserve!”

“Don’t turn that around Ustad, We did not do this right!” Monica said throwing the cigarette stub
“Does he ever stand up for anything, Monica? Really stand up?” Ustad asked
She frowned.
“What does that have to do with this?”

“Everything.” Ustad explained “ He watched me put sindoor on you and held the bowl. He carried the bags while Taiji ordered him around.  That’s who he is. A man who doesn’t fight for what’s his.”
Monica shook her head, “That’s not fair. He’s not like you. He doesn’t push. He doesn’t… take.”
“Ok and you think that’s how a man should be?”

Monica’s jaw tightened. She took out another cigarette, lit it and  then spoke quieter.
“Don’t talk about him like that. He’s not a coward. He’s just… different.”

“Different” Ustad repeated. “Okay if you say so…”

“ Ustad I don’t want my marriage on the brink, I mean it!” Monica said with a serious face…
Ustad laughed!
“ Why are you laughing ?” Monica scoffed

Ustad sat up straight and asked “ Has he ever celebrated one of your promotions? Really celebrated it? Or does he just nod and go back to whatever he’s doing while you keep working twice as hard as half the men around you?”
Monica was silent for a few seconds. The cigarette burned lower.

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Isn’t it?” Ustad’s voice remained agitated. “Your in-laws. Do they care about your job? Your career? Or do they only care that you’re the bahu who shows up looking proper and cooks food for them? Rakesh never pushes back on any of it. He never makes space for what you actually want”

Monica turned her head toward him, eyes narrowed.
“You’re twisting things, Ustad!! ”

“I’m saying you finally did something for yourself,” Ustad replied. “Even if it was messy. Even if you feel guilty right now. You’ve been the responsible caring one for years. The one who adjusts. The one who smiles and manages. When was the last time anyone adjusted for you?”

Monica looked away again. She finished the cigarette and crushed it out in the small metal ashtray on the stool. Smoke still hung in the air between them.

“I hate that you’re saying these things,” she muttered. “And I hate that some of it sounds true.”
Ustad shifted closer so her bare shoulder touched his chest.

“Just stop carrying all of it alone… I can just be a friend that’s it..”

Monica was quiet for a long time. The only sound was their breathing and the faint creak of the old timber house settling in the cold.

Finally she moved. She turned onto her side, still fully naked and rested her head on Ustad’s shoulder. Her huge breasts pressed softly against his hairy chest.

“Can I trust you Ustad ?” she whispered, already half-asleep

Ustad’s hand came up and he locked his huge face on her lips.. They smooched really hard this time like passionate lovers till they got really tired…

“ I meant can I trust you as a friend Ustad?” Monica clarified after the long smooch…
Ustad grunted “ Yea.. help me build my betting business.. Monica… together we can build a successful business… I need that support from you sweetie”

Monica smiled “ I will be there… not many men aspire this big Ustad”







Rakesh woke with a violent start.
The cold mountain air bit at his face. For a second he did not know where he was. Then the memory of the previous night crashed over him in a single sick wave — the muffled creaking of the cot, the wet sounds, Monica’s broken moans, Ustad’s low grunts. His head spun. The sleeping pills and supplements from the night before still clouded his thoughts. He sat up on the edge of the cot, bare feet on the freezing floorboards
Was it real?*  
Or did I imagine everything?*
He stood, legs unsteady, and walked out into the courtyard. The master bedroom door was shut tight. No sound came from inside. He waited. One hour passed. Then another. The sun climbed higher. Still the door did not open. Finally he turned away and went toward the kitchen to eat something .
Ustad stirred first. He turned onto his side and found Monica still half-asleep beside him, naked from the waist up, the thin sheet tangled around her hips. Her heavy breasts lay soft and full against the mattress, nipples already faintly tight from the cool air.
He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Good morning, sweetie.”
Monica’s eyes opened. A small, sleepy smile curved her lips.
“Good morning…”
Ustad brushed a strand of hair from her face. “We should get up. Tauji and Taiji will be waiting.”
Monica’s arm slid around his neck. She pulled him closer and rested her face against the broad curve of his shoulder.
“Five more minutes, Ustad…” she coaxed sweetly, her voice raspy. “I just want to stay like this a little longer. Let me sleep on your shoulder.”
Ustad’s hand settled on the bare skin of her waist. He looked down. Her nipples were fully hard now, dark and tight. The soft weight of her breasts shifted with every slow breath.

“Look at these,” he said, voice low and rough with morning hunger. “Your nipples are so tight and erect. Those tits look even bigger in the morning light."

Monica made a small face, half embarrassed, half amused.
“Don’t start pls”

Ustad did not listen. He climbed over her, settled his weight between her thighs, and lowered his mouth to her boobs like a man who had been waiting all morning. He took one full breast in both hands, pushed it up, and latched onto the stiff nipple with open, wet hunger.
Monica’s back arched sharply off the mattress.
“Ustad—”
He sucked harder, tongue working the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. The wet *schlurp* of his mouth filled the quiet room. He switched sides without warning, burying his face in the other breast, sucking deep and loud while his free hand roughly kneaded the soft flesh he had just left.
Monica’s hands flew up and gripped his hair. Her hips shifted under him. A moan rose in her throat — too loud for the thin walls.
Ustad reached for the crumpled top lying near the pillow, wadded it into a rough ball, and pressed it firmly over her mouth. Monica’s eyes widened, but she did not fight him. She only arched higher, offering her breasts more fully while the cloth muffled every desperate sound that tried to escape.
He stayed there for a long time — sucking, biting, licking the wide dark areolas until both nipples were swollen and shiny with spit. Only when her breathing had turned into short, broken gasps against the cloth did he finally lift his head.
Ustad sat back, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and watched her for a moment with dark satisfaction.
“Get dressed,” he said. “Before I start again.”
Monica sat up slowly, still dazed. She pulled the thin grey top over her head, then wrapped a thick shawl tightly around her shoulders and across her tits, hiding every curve.
When they finally opened the bedroom door, the main hall was already full.
Tauji and Taiji sat near the low table. Several cousins and distant relatives occupied the remaining seats. Rakesh stood near the wall, face pale, eyes fixed on the doorway.
Monica stepped out first. The shawl covered her breasts, but the soft grey sweatpants clung to the full curve of her ass and the long line of her thighs. In a house where women usually appeared in sarees or loose salwars, the modern shape of her body was impossible to ignore.

Tauji’s gaze dropped immediately.

He had been watching her since the moment she arrived the day before. Now, with the morning light on her and the fitted pants outlining every soft, heavy curve of her huge ass, the hunger in his eyes sharpened. He tracked the sway of her ass as she walked across the room, then the way the fabric stretched when she sat. His “bahu” was a far finer prize than he had first realised.

Rakesh’s heart hammered so hard he felt sick. He stared at Monica’s face, searching for any sign of the previous night. She met his eyes only briefly, then looked away and accepted a cup of tea from Taiji with a polite smile.
After breakfast Ustad was called to the far side of the courtyard by one of the cousins. The moment he disappeared, Rakesh followed Monica back into the master bedroom. She was already seated on the edge of the cot, laptop open on her thighs, checking mail.

He closed the door behind him harder than necessary.

“I heard you last night.”

Monica looked up slowly. Her expression was calm, almost concerned.
“Heard what?”

“You and Ustad. The sounds. The moaning. Don’t lie to me, Monica. I know what I heard.”
She closed the laptop and set it aside. When she spoke her voice was soft, steady, and completely certain.
“Rakesh… you were half-asleep and full of those pills I gave you. Nothing happened. Ustad slept on the floor at first. There was a centipede — a big one. I told him to get on the bed so he wouldn’t get bitten. We talked for a few minutes and then we both fell asleep. That’s all.”

Rakesh’s hands curled into fists.

“I heard you. I heard the bed. I heard—”

“You heard the wind and the old timber creaking,” Monica interrupted gently. “And whatever your mind invented because you were already anxious. Look at yourself. You look sick. Your eyes are red. You’re shaking.” She stood, crossed the small space, and laid a cool hand against his cheek. “Please. Take the medicine properly today. You’re scaring yourself over nothing.”

Rakesh stared at her. The certainty in her voice, the soft concern, the complete lack of guilt on her face — it all felt real. Doubt began to eat at the edges of his memory. Maybe the pills *had* twisted everything. Maybe the sounds had been ordinary night noises turned ugly by fear.

He swallowed hard.

“…Okay,” he said finally, voice thin. “Maybe… maybe I imagined it.”

“ ofcourse Rakesh, you just imagined it.. nothing happened between us!”
Monica gave him a small, reassuring smile and guided him toward the door.
“Go sit with everyone. I’ll come in a minute. And please eat something. You look terrible.”
Rakesh nodded once and left.

Monica closed the door softly behind him. For a long moment she stood alone in the quiet room, one hand still resting on the wood. Then she exhaled, slow and controlled, and returned to the laptop as if nothing in the world had ever been wrong.

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After breakfast Taiji placed a gentle hand on Monica’s arm.
“Beti, you should go and bathe. We have to leave for the village ceremony soon. I have got your new red saree, petticoat and blouse for the ceremony…you will look really pretty like always !”
Monica smiled “ Thank you Taiji”
Taiji added “ the bathroom is in there ..be careful..it’s lot slippery …I will keep your new clothes on the partition of the bathroom… in our family , Newly married Bahu wear red saree and offer prayer at the village ceremony.. Go quickly or we will be late!”
Monica nodded. “Okay, Taiji.”
A short while later Ustad, Taiji and Rakesh left together for the village ceremony. The heavy courtyard door closed behind them. The ancestral house fell into silence.
Monica walked to the old bathroom, locked the door…and looked at the dilapidated door …
“Gawd.. this bathroom is like really ancient…God knows if someone will peep!”
She looked around and stripped off her top and sweatpants and down to her black lace bra and matching panties… Considering it’s a village she did not want to bath completely naked in a bathroom she can hardly trust ..there are thousands open spots …
She began bathing……Cool water ran over her shoulders, down the heavy curve of her breasts, along her stomach and thighs. She took her time, the wet Bra growing heavier and more transparent with every pour. Her panties became all the more tiny after getting wet.
When she finished she reached for the towel. She kept her hand on the partition… Shit!
Empty. Tauji told she will keep a dry towel and her new saree on the partition..there was absolutely nothing .
Monica stood in the centre of the small stone room, water still sliding down her spine. The soaked minimalist black bra clung to her boobs barely,  cups pulled downward, exposing the deep upper swell of her breasts and the tight peaks of her nipples. The panties had turned nearly sheer. Expensive panties turn completely transparent when wet. It showed her camel toe clearly and shaved pussy quite distinctly..
She called once. “Taiji …Taiji ..Where is my saree ?”
No Response !
She stepped closer to the door.
“Is anyone there? Please Can someone bring me the saree before I freeze?”
After a moment of silence ..Slow, heavy footsteps approached, followed by the dry tap of a walking stick. A firm knock.
“Bahu? I have your clothes. Taiji forgot them on the bench. She asked me to give them to you.”
Monica’s mouth curved in a dry irritation “ What the fuck..how can she just forget ..Shit how can I open the door now in just these ?..”
Tauji impatiently knocked again “ Bahu quickly take it”
Monica sharply asked “ Where is Taiji ? How come she just forget ?”
“Bahu..she is also an old woman..must have forgotten..she has already gone to the ceremony..beti..” Tauji defended Taiji …
Without any option, Monica unlocked the latch and opened the door only wide enough to extend one bare, wet arm.
“Thank you, Tauji. Just hand them over. I’m not exactly dressed ..so give me quickly .”
Tauji pushed the folded red silk through the gap. As she took it and began to close the door, his broad palm stopped it.
“Bahu… one more thing!”
“ What now Tauji ?” Monica was clearly irritated ..
“Bahu..My diabetes. The bladder is completely full. I cannot hold it long enough … there is no other bathroom... Let me use the one inside.”
Monica stared at the crack in the door. A drop of water ran slowly between her breasts.
“Tauji,” she said, voice light and sharply amused, “I am standing here in a wet bra and panties. You are asking to come in and use the toilet. Do you hear the sentence you just said out loud?”
“You are family,” he answered. “Bahu… I am an old man ..like your father … what harm will I do ? Do you want an old man to wet his dhoti in the hallway?”
“ Tauji just wait for five minutes..I will get dressed !!”
“ Bahu… I can’t wait .. my abdomen is bursting ..I will wet my dhoti!!” Tauji said desperately half moaning..
She stepped back. “Fine. Be quick. And try to keep your eyes on the wall instead of on me”
She hesitantly opened the door…. The old man had a wicked horny look on his face…he was holding one knot of his dhoti ..
He entered and closed the door. The bathroom suddenly felt much smaller.
Monica turned her back to him and faced the damp wall, giving him a clear view of her ass — the wet black panties clinging tightly to the full, firm cheeks of her ass, the thin fabric outlining every curve. Her panties hardly could cover her huge full ass… the transparent material of her expensive branded panties clearly showed her naked ass fully to the old man..the tiny fabric of her panties were completely nestled inside her ass cheeks and hence not protecting any modesty of the newly married city bahu. In the wet Bra and panties, Monica looked like a beautiful foreigner in the sea side after bathing wearing a tiny bikini which covers practically nothing!!...
She could feel his eyes. She knew the old man would be seeing her naked ass with full of his evil lusty dirty eyes. There is nothing more sexy than to find a newly married sexy city bahu naked for a old family male member!
Monica heard the unhurried rustle of cotton. Then the heavy, steady sound of urine hitting the toilet.
Monica kept her eyes on the wall, a sharp little smile playing at her mouth.
“You really couldn’t wait two more minutes,” she said. “I’m genuinely impressed by the urgency. Now please do it quickly tauji !”
Tauji released a long breath. His eyes moved openly over the wet lace that hugged her ass.
“Old age, Bahu. When the bladder is full, even a king has to bend.”
“Then the king needs better planning,” Monica replied without turning. “Or atleast two  bathroom in their home.. Or both.”
The stream of urine slowed and stopped. There was the sound of him shaking himself — deliberately slow — and then the struggle of cloth.
Monica turned her head just enough to look at him over her shoulder. The old man was still holding his thick erect black cock in his hand.. Monica could not believe he would be that thick and hard even at this age… these village bastards …Fuck !!!
“Bahu… my hands are shaking from the sugar. I cannot manage the knot. Help me tie it.”
Elegant disbelief and sharp amusement mixed in her expression.
“You cannot be serious.”
“My fingers will not work in this light,” he said, the loose dhoti still revealing his dark erect cock . “Do you want me to walk out into the courtyard like this?”
Monica faced him fully, chin slightly lifted, the wet black Bra leaving very little of her breasts to the imagination.
“Tauji … I am your bahu…. What sort of manner is this ? Is this what you do to girls in the village ? First you need the toilet while I’m half-naked. Now you need me to dress you while I’m still half-naked. Is there a third request coming, or should I be worried?”
Tauji smirked “ Beti I am not doing it on purpose”
She stepped forward anyway. The Bra was hardly able to hold her soaked breasts … The Bra clearly showed her erect nipples and chocolate colour large areolas.
All of Monica’s lovers were crazy for her Boobs.. it was partly due to her large areolas. Because men loved licking and sucking around large areolas …
Tauji was stunned to see the size… Village girls can never match her in Boobs size.. plus she was fair..milky white … Plus she loved wearing such skimpy Bra where good cleavage is seen even when she was in saree!!
“What!!! His nephew Ustad fucks this girl everyday… What a luck his nephew has got while he was just playing hide and seek with his land in the village… He makes her nude everyday and fucks her every night … what a luck Ustad behenchod..” Old Tauji thought and got erect …
He looked down to her pussy…He was trying to figure out if Bahu shaves her cunt ..city girls often shaves their cunt because of hygiene… Tauji has read in the erotic magazines he read every night .. Yes he understood Monica had shaved her cunt clean… yes expected from a highly educated modern city Bahu!! Ustad get to lick that cunt everyday … lucky Ustad!!!!!!!!!

..As she reached for the ends of the dhoti, Tauji’s foot slipped on the wet stone. His thick hand landed on her bare, wet shoulder. His thumb brushed the thin strap of her bra. The straps were almost peeled off …The heavy, damp weight of her breasts was only inches from him.
“ Be careful Tauji … my Bra straps are really delicate”
Monica felt the heat of his palm and the clear intent behind it. She did not pull away at once. She looked straight into his face, eyes cool and cutting.
“I repeat ….Careful, Tauji. If you fall, I am not carrying you out of here. And I am absolutely not explaining to Taiji why her husband needed me to hold you up and tie your clothes.”
“ Ok Beti…tie two knots”
She held up the dhoti to tie up.. before she could tie the old man muttered ..” Bahu ..can you spray some water .. I have to wash my this ..there is pee all over “
Unbelievably, the old man flashed his cock out and asked Monica to spray water on it. Monica was stunned at his audacity ..
“ What the fuck Tauji, do this yourself quickly ..how can you just flash that in front of me? Have you left your brain in your dick , moron ?”
Tauji casually lifted the water mug and washed his cock. “ Bahu.. you have to understand what diabetes do to your body “
“ Really? Diabetes is making you oogle at my ass and tits you mean to say ? How disgusting is this really ? Now are you done splashing water on your whatever !”
Tauji casually shook his massive cock and said “ Yes Bahu… please ..tie the dhoti now .tightly “
Monica mocked “Yea thank you for being so quick”

She tied the knot with two firm, efficient tugs, then deliberately lifted his hand from her shoulder and stepped back.
“ Now Tauji please leave immediately….. before you would want my help to pee again ”
Tauji’s eyes made one last slow pass over her body.
“ bahu I will go and wait for you ..we will go to the ceremony
After breakfast Taiji placed a gentle hand on Monica’s arm.
“Beti, you should go and bathe. We have to leave for the village ceremony soon. I have got your new red saree, petticoat and blouse for the ceremony…you will look really pretty like always !” 
Monica smiled “ Thank you Taiji” 
Taiji added “ the bathroom is in there ..be careful..it’s lot slippery …I will keep your new clothes on the partition of the bathroom… in our family , Newly married Bahu wear red saree and offer prayer at the village ceremony.. Go quickly or we will be late!” 
Monica nodded. “Okay, Taiji.”
A short while later Ustad, Taiji and Rakesh left together for the village ceremony. The heavy courtyard door closed behind them. The ancestral house fell into silence.
Monica walked to the old bathroom, locked the door…and looked at the dilapidated door …
“Gawd.. this bathroom is like really ancient…God knows if someone will peep!” 
She looked around and stripped off her top and sweatpants and down to her black lace bra and matching panties… Considering it’s a village she did not want to bath completely naked in a bathroom she can hardly trust ..there are thousands open spots …
She began bathing……Cool water ran over her shoulders, down the heavy curve of her breasts, along her stomach and thighs. She took her time, the wet Bra growing heavier and more transparent with every pour. Her panties became all the more tiny after getting wet.
When she finished she reached for the towel. She kept her hand on the partition… Shit!
Empty. Tauji told she will keep a dry towel and her new saree on the partition..there was absolutely nothing .
Monica stood in the centre of the small stone room, water still sliding down her spine. The soaked minimalist black bra clung to her boobs barely,  cups pulled downward, exposing the deep upper swell of her breasts and the tight peaks of her nipples. The panties had turned nearly sheer. Expensive panties turn completely transparent when wet. It showed her camel toe clearly and shaved pussy quite distinctly..
She called once. “Taiji …Taiji ..Where is my saree ?” 
No Response ! 
She stepped closer to the door.
“Is anyone there? Please Can someone bring me the saree before I freeze?”
After a moment of silence ..Slow, heavy footsteps approached, followed by the dry tap of a walking stick. A firm knock.
“Bahu? I have your clothes. Taiji forgot them on the bench. She asked me to give them to you.”
Monica’s mouth curved in a dry irritation “ What the fuck..how can she just forget ..Shit how can I open the door now in just these ?..”
Tauji impatiently knocked again “ Bahu quickly take it”
Monica sharply asked “ Where is Taiji ? How come she just forget ?” 
“Bahu..she is also an old woman..must have forgotten..she has already gone to the ceremony..beti..” Tauji defended Taiji …
Without any option, Monica unlocked the latch and opened the door only wide enough to extend one bare, wet arm.
“Thank you, Tauji. Just hand them over. I’m not exactly dressed ..so give me quickly .”
Tauji pushed the folded red silk through the gap. As she took it and began to close the door, his broad palm stopped it.
“Bahu… one more thing!”
“ What now Tauji ?” Monica was clearly irritated ..
“Bahu..My diabetes. The bladder is completely full. I cannot hold it long enough … there is no other bathroom... Let me use the one inside.”
Monica stared at the crack in the door. A drop of water ran slowly between her breasts.
“Tauji,” she said, voice light and sharply amused, “I am standing here in a wet bra and panties. You are asking to come in and use the toilet. Do you hear the sentence you just said out loud?”
“You are family,” he answered. “Bahu… I am an old man ..like your father … what harm will I do ? Do you want an old man to wet his dhoti in the hallway?”
“ Tauji just wait for five minutes..I will get dressed !!”
“ Bahu… I can’t wait .. my abdomen is bursting ..I will wet my dhoti!!” Tauji said desperately half moaning..
She stepped back. “Fine. Be quick. And try to keep your eyes on the wall instead of on me”
She hesitantly opened the door…. The old man had a wicked horny look on his face…he was holding one knot of his dhoti ..
He entered and closed the door. The bathroom suddenly felt much smaller.
Monica turned her back to him and faced the damp wall, giving him a clear view of her ass — the wet black panties clinging tightly to the full, firm cheeks of her ass, the thin fabric outlining every curve. Her panties hardly could cover her huge full ass… the transparent material of her expensive branded panties clearly showed her naked ass fully to the old man..the tiny fabric of her panties were completely nestled inside her ass cheeks and hence not protecting any modesty of the newly married city bahu. In the wet Bra and panties, Monica looked like a beautiful foreigner in the sea side after bathing wearing a tiny bikini which covers practically nothing!!... 
She could feel his eyes. She knew the old man would be seeing her naked ass with full of his evil lusty dirty eyes. There is nothing more sexy than to find a newly married sexy city bahu naked for a old family male member!
Monica heard the unhurried rustle of cotton. Then the heavy, steady sound of urine hitting the toilet.
Monica kept her eyes on the wall, a sharp little smile playing at her mouth.
“You really couldn’t wait two more minutes,” she said. “I’m genuinely impressed by the urgency. Now please do it quickly tauji !” 
Tauji released a long breath. His eyes moved openly over the wet lace that hugged her ass.
“Old age, Bahu. When the bladder is full, even a king has to bend.”
“Then the king needs better planning,” Monica replied without turning. “Or atleast two  bathroom in their home.. Or both.”
The stream of urine slowed and stopped. There was the sound of him shaking himself — deliberately slow — and then the struggle of cloth.
Monica turned her head just enough to look at him over her shoulder. The old man was still holding his thick erect black cock in his hand.. Monica could not believe he would be that thick and hard even at this age… these village bastards …Fuck !!! 
“Bahu… my hands are shaking from the sugar. I cannot manage the knot. Help me tie it.”
Elegant disbelief and sharp amusement mixed in her expression.
“You cannot be serious.”
“My fingers will not work in this light,” he said, the loose dhoti still revealing his dark erect cock . “Do you want me to walk out into the courtyard like this?”
Monica faced him fully, chin slightly lifted, the wet black Bra leaving very little of her breasts to the imagination.
“Tauji … I am your bahu…. What sort of manner is this ? Is this what you do to girls in the village ? First you need the toilet while I’m half-naked. Now you need me to dress you while I’m still half-naked. Is there a third request coming, or should I be worried?”
Tauji smirked “ Beti I am not doing it on purpose”
She stepped forward anyway. The Bra was hardly able to hold her soaked breasts … The Bra clearly showed her erect nipples and chocolate colour large areolas.
All of Monica’s lovers were crazy for her Boobs.. it was partly due to her large areolas. Because men loved licking and sucking around large areolas …
Tauji was stunned to see the size… Village girls can never match her in Boobs size.. plus she was fair..milky white … Plus she loved wearing such skimpy Bra where good cleavage is seen even when she was in saree!! 
“What!!! His nephew Ustad fucks this girl everyday… What a luck his nephew has got while he was just playing hide and seek with his land in the village… He makes her nude everyday and fucks her every night … what a luck Ustad behenchod..” Old Tauji thought and got erect …
He looked down to her pussy…He was trying to figure out if Bahu shaves her cunt ..city girls often shaves their cunt because of hygiene… Tauji has read in the erotic magazines he read every night .. Yes he understood Monica had shaved her cunt clean… yes expected from a highly educated modern city Bahu!! Ustad get to lick that cunt everyday … lucky Ustad!!!!!!!!!

..As she reached for the ends of the dhoti, Tauji’s foot slipped on the wet stone. His thick hand landed on her bare, wet shoulder. His thumb brushed the thin strap of her bra. The straps were almost peeled off …The heavy, damp weight of her breasts was only inches from him.
“ Be careful Tauji … my Bra straps are really delicate”
Monica felt the heat of his palm and the clear intent behind it. She did not pull away at once. She looked straight into his face, eyes cool and cutting.
“I repeat ….Careful, Tauji. If you fall, I am not carrying you out of here. And I am absolutely not explaining to Taiji why her husband needed me to hold you up and tie your clothes.”
“ Ok Beti…tie two knots” 
She held up the dhoti to tie up.. before she could tie the old man muttered ..” Bahu ..can you spray some water .. I have to wash my this ..there is pee all over “
Unbelievably, the old man flashed his cock out and asked Monica to spray water on it. Monica was stunned at his audacity ..
“ What the fuck Tauji, do this yourself quickly ..how can you just flash that in front of me? Have you left your brain in your dick , moron ?”
Tauji casually lifted the water mug and washed his cock. “ Bahu.. you have to understand what diabetes do to your body “
“ Really? Diabetes is making you oogle at my ass and tits you mean to say ? How disgusting is this really ? Now are you done splashing water on your whatever !” 
Tauji casually shook his massive cock and said “ Yes Bahu… please ..tie the dhoti now .tightly “
Monica mocked “Yea thank you for being so quick”

She tied the knot with two firm, efficient tugs, then deliberately lifted his hand from her shoulder and stepped back.
“ Now Tauji please leave immediately….. before you would want my help to pee again ”
Tauji’s eyes made one last slow pass over her body.
“ bahu I will go and wait for you ..we will go to the ceremony together”
“Okay Please.. I will come out in ten minutes “
The old limped ahead to leave ..he was being careful about the slippery floor …
He turned around slowly and asked Monica “ Bahu..your panties are falling off ..Do you need any help?” 
Monica was about to close the door on him “ I… that’s not necessary, Tauji. They’re fine. You really don’t need to point it out so directly.” 
She slammed the door on Tauji who was almost about to lose balance

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I haven't read the latest updates yet, but I'd like to share my thoughts on the previous ones. 
Damn, what a fucking awesome update that was. 

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I haven't read the latest updates yet, but I'd like to share my thoughts on the previous ones. 
Damn, what a fucking awesome update that was. 

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Superb setup, build up n climax to the long and sensual night &&and very smart n well written addendum with the Tharki Tauji erotica.