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

[SilverArrow]

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

Thanks because you loved Tauji introduction 
Lot of readers did not quite enjoy it
You tell did you like it

[The_Ramukaka]

Super hot bedroom night ending!
Well crafted! Rakeshs turmoil covered well but shud have had him record Monica's moans and then confront the lies.

The morning boobsuck was icing on the cake.... so erotic and Monica's continued betrayal state was amazing. Maybe a dialog herr and there by either of the two to "re-confirm" they are husband and wife...... wudve been even more erotic.....

The Tauji run-in was interesting but It came in abit absurd, rather maybe he shudve been depicted earlier day to be shown trying to talk more to bahu or he cudve given a visit during the stargazing moments, to give readers more context of his motivation. Currently it came in more of a vibe of derailment ti the main plot.

Brilliant work, superbly depicted, awaiting next update

[rp7575]

Great Update Bhai You are awsome aur tauji ke tharkiness ne to char chand laga diya isse story ke update ki excitment aur bad gaye hai

[Herbiee]

Nice updates. Superrrb.

[Blackdick11]

What a Night! It's ended with Monica's intense mouth fucking & day started with sloppy boobs sucking. 
This time,,she fooled rakesh that what he heard from their room last night was just his imagination and an effect of the medicine... but what excuse is she gonna make next? bcuz her moans are only gonna get louder in the nights ahead. after all, she and ustad are sleeping in the same bedroom, and I'm pretty sure he isn't gonna let her fall asleep that easily.

[Munda007]

Monica need DP... her body can accomodate whole village

[qazmlp]

Thanks because you loved Tauji introduction 
Lot of readers did not quite enjoy it
You tell did you like it

I liked it definitely.After all for his age, the Tauji could only do so much, and Monica is a modern confident  woman so he rightly could not have tried anything by force with her. So, the very naive and obvious excuses given were also very similar to what a Village tharki Buddha might use.
That said, Ramukakalegends' feedback is acceptable too as that only adds to making the story more well rounded and the moment also becomes more enticing.The way of writing any sensual moment is in setting the premise and building up the anticipation.Half the time,the anticipation itself is so so damn exicitng and you  might have read few other stories here with that high standard.
But Kudos to you on this story, as its on its way to becoming a xossipy classic.Keep Going !!!

[The_Ramukaka]

I liked it definitely.After all for his age, the Tauji could only do so much, and Monica is a modern confident  woman so he rightly could not have tried anything by force with her. So, the very naive and obvious excuses given were also very similar to what a Village tharki Buddha might use.
That said, Ramukakalegends' feedback is acceptable too as that only adds to making the story more well rounded and the moment also becomes more enticing.The way of writing any sensual moment is in setting the premise and building up the anticipation.Half the time,the anticipation itself is so so damn exicitng and you  might have read few other stories here with that high standard.
But Kudos to you on this story, as its on its way to becoming a xossipy classic.Keep Going !!!

I think theres scope for another extreme teasing incident between Monica and Tauji.... maybe.... if hes introducing her to his fellow neighbours or something 

I think Ustad should override, Taiji's saree gift with a skimpy sexy ghagra choli.... but at sametime coeerce Monica to be an agyakari patni..... bending down to take ashirwad... while all oldies get fiar view of her deep bulging cleavage.....  



Also, i feel its time Ustad seals the deal with Monica....  With a raw penetrating sex .... to honor this whole setup he "Ustadily" perptrated.... but he shud do it with his signatire Ustad craft and not just be primal. 
What say you ?

[Raj087]

Yes now sex is must

[qazmlp]

Ok Ramukaka, there is scope as you say but something else,not the idea of showing off. Maybe an accidental view of Monica naked or in true Old Bolly Style,like the Bol Radha Bol song scene, with Monica bathing by a remote lake nearby, not romantic but just lustful,and maybe one or two of Taujis old lecherous friends too join in and witness together, but if that happens, the right timing to make the raw sex with Ustad happen might get delayed...Upto you Silver Arrow, to take a call on it.

[The_Ramukaka]

Ok Ramukaka, there is scope as you say but something else,not the idea of showing off. Maybe an accidental view of Monica naked or in true Old Bolly Style,like the Bol Radha Bol song scene,  with Monica bathing by a remote lake nearby, not romantic but just lustful,and maybe one or two of Taujis old lecherous friends too join in and witness together, but if that happens, the right timing to make the raw sex  with Ustad happen might get delayed...Upto you Silver Arrow, to take a call on it.

I mean i just dropped an idea... anotber Tauji incident can be done since author brought in Tauji.... now... bathing in lake iss too far off. ... abit too filmy..... cudve been done if shower in bathriom wasnt done.

Hence i said that ..... point 1....ustad/village ladies (under directions from Tauji masked under maybe some village sarpanch ki biwi.... coerces Monica to be in gaon attire - ghagra choli....  OR maybe just Ustad commands Monica to wear it and flaunt it as it is his pati wish ..)

Point Two ... notice Ustad pattern.... hes been humiliating Monica and Rakesh..... but Monica seems to have taken a liking for it..... (lounge, blindfold game and dress, new home monica pantless, haveli and henna shenanigans, courtyard undressing, then car ride to gaon....) then now here..... so it shud only escalate.... with Rakesh also present...

Monica flaunting ... in organic ways.... bending, taking ashirwad  serving drinks etc.... while soaking in hungry old men stares ..... only intensifying her own desire.... (i mean can happen in saree also but just that skimpy dress humiliation .. is pure masala!)

Sex shud be situational... almost.... abit... stars aligning type ... and not just a cottage funtime.
I think it gives Ustad the payoff for all his efforts.
Onto SilverArrow for their call

[SilverArrow]

The update will come today afternoon or Evening 
Before that just want you all to visualise Monica up close and personal 
Let me know if she fits 

[Raj087]

Yes this picture perfectly goes with today's update....you are a brilliant author and the equation between Ustaad and Monica has reached a level where sex is now must... Ustaad must be boling from inside after so much sassyness and seduction from Hot Mon... Even after a full raw sex between them their chemistry can be enhanced to the next level..i know you can craft this episode in absolute sassy way...i am looking forward how Ustaad drinks Monica s sassyness....
Thanks for all your efforts... truly appreciated

[Blackdick11]

The update will come today afternoon or Evening 
Before that just want you all to visualise Monica up close and personal 
Let me know if she fits 

hyper-excited for today’s update.

Bro, I can’t help imagining ustad pouring wine or honey over monica’s tits and slowly licking it off, swirling his tongue around her nipples in slow motion… ohhh fuck!

[The_Ramukaka]

[The_Ramukaka]

[SilverArrow]

:The village Sunday ceremony was already in full swing by the time they arrived. The air smelled of dust, frying pakoras, and incense from the morning rituals.
Monica sat between Ustad and Rakesh on a long wooden bench near the middle. She had changed into the new red silk saree Taiji had given her. The saree clung to her curves in the heat, the blouse cut just low enough to show the soft upper swell of her breasts when she moved. A thin gold chain rested against her collarbone. She looked every bit the proper new bahu
Rakesh was trying to look interested in a group of children performing a short play.
Monica leaned sideways, her lips almost brushing Ustad’s ear.
“This is fucking boring,” she whispered. “When does this nonsense get over?”
Ustad’s mouth curved. He turned his head just enough that only she could hear.
“You are the chief guest Monica..bear it”
“Chief guest!! Oh yea” mocked Monica!
Ustad paused and whispered  “I can arrange some great village stuff for you ..… gaanja. Wanna try?”
Monica’s eyes flicked sideways,
“Gaanja? Come on!! What if people find out the newly married bahu is smoking joints in the middle of the village mela?”
Ustad’s voice stayed calm, almost lazy
“No one will know.”
He waited until the children’s performance ended and the crowd clapped politely. Then he stood, walked over to the Village Pradhan who was supervising the programme, and spoke to him in a low, respectful tone. Monica watched from the bench as the Pradhan’s face lit up. A moment later the old man stepped onto the stage and announced
“Today we have a special honour. Our guest from the city, Rakeshji, will judge the children’s performances. He is first time in our village — please welcome him!”
Rakesh looked startled, then pleased in a nervous way. People around them began clapping and urging him forward. He glanced at Monica, who gave him an encouraging little smile, and then he was led to a chair at the front of the crowd.
The moment the attention shifted, Ustad’s hand found Monica’s wrist.
They stood quietly and slipped away between the tents, walking at a normal pace so no one would notice. A battered old Bolero was parked under a neem tree at the far edge of the ground. Ustad unlocked it. Monica climbed in
“ Gawd Ustad Miyan, you always make Rakesh the scapegoat!” giggled Monica
Ustad danced his eyebrows “ He will be busy for next two hours!”
After ten minutes Ustad slowed near a small, low house sitting alone in the middle of a wide green stretch of crops. He parked, told Monica to wait, and disappeared inside for a few minutes. When he came back he was carrying a small newspaper packet.
“This is good potent stuff,” he said as he got in and started the engine again. “Fresh.”
Monica looked at the packet, then out at the empty fields.
“What if I get high and Tauji or Taiji or Rakesh starts looking for me? What if someone notices we’re both gone?”
“They can’t leave the mela. Rakesh won’t be allowed to move a bit!  Taiji and Tauji are stuck with the organisers. No one is coming after us for at least two hours.”
Monica bit her lower lip, still not fully convinced.
Monica looked out at the empty fields, then up at the blazing afternoon sun.
“It’s too hot to sit anywhere outside,” she said. “My blouse is already sticking to me. And if someone sees us…”
Ustad glanced at her, then at the road ahead.
“Then we go back to the house.”
Monica’s head turned sharply.
“Are you crazy? What if Taiji or Tauji or someone comes looking? What if Rakesh finishes early?”
Ustad kept driving, calm.
“No one is leaving that mela for at least two hours.  The back side of the haveli will be empty. We’ll use the rear gate.”
They drove the long way around and entered through the narrow rear gate of the ancestral house. The courtyard on this side was quiet and deserted.
Monica sat down, the red silk saree spreading around her full hips. The blouse was already slightly damp from the heat, the fabric stretched tight across her heavy breasts. Ustad sat close, his thick thigh pressing against hers. He rolled two joints with steady fingers, lit one, took a deep drag, and passed it to her.
Monica inhaled.
The village gaanja hit her hard and fast. A heavy warmth spread through her chest and up into her head within seconds. Her shoulders dropped. She exhaled a thick stream of smoke and gave a low, surprised laugh.
“Fuck… this shit is strong.”
Ustad took the joint back, smoked, then poured clear desi liquor into the small steel cap and handed it to her. Monica drank. The burn went straight down her throat and settled hot in her stomach. Within minutes both of them were properly high — eyes heavier, bodies looser, the usual restraint thinning fast
They passed the joint in silence for a bit.
The village gaanja hit her hard and fast. A heavy warmth spread through her chest and up into her head within seconds. Her shoulders dropped. She exhaled a thick stream of smoke and gave a low, surprised laugh.
“Fuck… this shit is strong.”
Ustad took the joint back, smoked, then poured clear desi liquor into the small steel cap and handed it to her. Monica drank. The burn went straight down her throat and settled hot in her stomach. Within minutes both of them were properly high — eyes heavier, bodies looser, the usual restraint thinning fast.

They passed the joint in silence for a bit. The red blouse clung to Monica’s chest, a thin sheen of sweat making the fabric stick to the soft upper curve of her breasts.

Monica spoke first, voice lower and less careful.

“Rakesh is probably still sitting there trying to look important while those kids dance. Poor guy.”

Ustad exhaled smoke and laughed.

“He looked happy when they made him judge.”

Monica gave a short, crooked smile.

“He always looks happy when people give him something to do. You are such a bastard, Ustad… I know your plan.” She giggled, the sound loose from the high.

Ustad’s mouth curved.

“I thought he would be a bit suspicious… but your husband is really a good boy.”

Monica hit his arm playfully.

“You are such a dirty bully, Ustad Miyan. Is this how you treat my husband?”

“He deserves this bit, no?” Ustad laughed, low and unapologetic.

Monica laughed with him, voice thick and intoxicated.

“Shut up, Ustad. Be nice to him, you dirty bully.”

Ustad poured another measure of the raw village liquor into the cap and held it out.

Monica’s eyes widened slightly.

“Ustad… eww, another glass? I will be out for hours now. What will happen when Tauji and everyone comes back?”

Ustad pushed the small steel cap gently against her lower lip.

Monica let out a short laugh, shook her head, and drank it anyway with sassy ease.

“Ustad, don’t get your hopes so high, dirty bully.” She laughed again, the sound stumbling. “I am not so drunk also… see, I am stro… stro… strong!” She stuttered, then giggled at herself.

Ustad’s eyes moved over her flushed face and the way the blouse stuck to her skin.

“It’s hot outside. Look, you’re sweating. Let’s go inside.”

Monica protested immediately, words slightly slurred.

“Us… Ustad… no… no, not now. Whatever you… you are planning!”

Ustad leaned in close, voice a low, playful hiss.

“Shhh. Let me carry you inside.”

Monica tried to stand, still arguing.

“You’re very confident for a man who just got his dick sucked once… We are not doing anything now!”

Ustad didn’t answer with words. He simply slid one thick arm under her knees and the other around her back and lifted her off the khatiya in one smooth motion. Monica’s world tilted. Her arms instinctively went around his neck. The red saree shifted, one leg exposed high up her thigh as he held her against his chest.

“You’re such a bastard when you’re high, Ustad,” she said, but the words came out breathless rather than angry.

She was already pulling him in.

While he still held her suspended in his arms, Monica grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and crushed her mouth against his.

The kiss was immediate and messy.

Ustad’s grip tightened, one hand spreading wide under her thigh, fingers sinking into soft flesh, the other locked firmly around her back to keep her from slipping. Monica’s lips parted against his with no hesitation. Her tongue pushed into his mouth first — hot, wet, tasting of smoke and liquor. Ustad met it with equal hunger, sucking on her tongue, then sliding his own deep into her mouth.

The angle was different with her in his arms. Monica’s heavy breasts were pressed flat and high against his chest, the tight blouse leaving almost nothing between them. Every time she shifted, the soft weight of them dragged across his body. Her breath came in short, warm bursts against his face. Spit quickly made the kiss slick; a thin string of it connected their lips when they briefly broke for air before crashing back together harder.

Ustad adjusted his hold, lifting her slightly higher so her face was level with his. The movement made Monica gasp into his mouth. Her fingers dug into the back of his neck and the hard muscle of his shoulder. She kissed him like she was trying to crawl inside him — open-mouthed, continuous, making small desperate sounds every time his tongue stroked against hers.
His cock, already thick and fully hard, pressed against the side of her thigh through his trousers. Monica felt the heat and size of it and moaned, the sound vibrating between their mouths. Her hips shifted restlessly in his arms, the saree riding higher.

[SilverArrow]

Ustad carried her through the doorway without putting her down.

The moment they crossed the threshold he kicked the door shut behind them. The solid wood slammed with a heavy, final thud that rattled the frame. He did not reach for the latch. He walked straight to the narrow cot, floorboards creaking hard under his weight, and dropped Monica onto the thin mattress from a short height.

She landed on her back with a sharp bounce. The red silk saree spread out under her in messy folds. Her hair fanned across the pillow. For a second she lay there looking up at him
Then he climbed onto the cot.
One knee on either side of her thighs, pinning her legs closed. The mattress dipped hard under his weight. Monica’s hands came up against his chest, but there was no real resistance in them. Her eyes were still hazy from the gaanja and liquor, lips slightly swollen from the courtyard kiss.
Ustad’s hands shot to the front of her blouse!!!
He did not try to open the hooks. He grabbed the two edges of the fabric near her collarbone in both fists and yanked outward with sudden, brutal force.
The first hooks exploded open with sharp, violent pops.
Monica’s breath caught in her throat.
He did not pause. He yanked again, harder, ripping the remaining hooks free in a continuous, savage series of tearing sounds. The blouse split down the middle with a loud, ugly rip as the fabric gave way under his strength. The blouse was ruined in less than three seconds — torn wide open, exposing the black bra and the deep swell of her cleavage.

Monica stared up at him, heaving.
“You fucking animal—That Blouse was new…..Your Taiji gave me in the morning…..”
Ustad laughed. Saliva dripping from his hungry mouth. He grabbed the torn halves of the blouse, yanked them down her arms with the same rough force, and pulled the entire thing free. He crumpled the blouse in one fist and threw it hard toward the corner of the room.
Now only the bra remained.
Ustad laughed like a hyena…
Monica was shocked at Ustad’ raw force. As Ustad stared at her Bra filled tits, Monica snapped “ Ustad …No .wait ..you are not going to tear off my Bra.. it’s fucking expensive ..you chutiya!!”
Ustad laughed hard!
He hooked two thick fingers under the centre of the bra and yanked upward in one sharp, powerful motion. Luckily it did not tear but The hook gave away instantly… The delicate fashionable Bra was not meant for a savage like Ustad! The straps slid down her shoulders. The cups flipped up and over her breasts, freeing them completely.

Her heavy 36Ds tits spilled out obscenely into the cool air of the room — flushed, full, and soft, the dark nipples already tight and raised. They settled against her ribs, rising and falling with every rapid breath.
Ustad stared down at them, breathing hard.
Then he lowered his head and took the right breast into his mouth.
He opened wide and sucked as much of the soft, heavy flesh as he could fit, tongue pressing hard against the nipple, cheeks hollowing deeply. The wet, loud sound of suction filled the small room at once.
Monica’s back arched hard off the cot.
“Ahhh— fuck… Ustad—”
He sucked without mercy — deep, strong, continuous pulls that drew the nipple and a large portion of her breast into his mouth. Spit quickly made the skin shiny. He released her with a wet pop only to latch on again harder, then moved to the left breast and repeated the same hungry, open-mouthed suction.
Monica’s moans grew louder, higher, almost continuous.
“Nnngh… ahhh… you’re going to leave marks… you bastard… ahhh—”
He spat directly onto the right nipple, watched the thick drop run down the full curve of her breast, then smeared it with his thumb before sucking it back into his mouth with a loud, filthy sound. He did the same to the other side. The room filled with the wet, obscene noises of his mouth working her tits — long, deep pulls, soft bites, the rough scbang of his stubble against the sensitive underside of each breast.
“ Ustad ..ahhh.. stop biting with your teeth …madarchod…aahh “
Monica’s hands pushed weakly at his shoulders. Her moans kept spilling out, broken and shameless.
Monica’s head rolled to the side, mouth open, eyes glassy from the high and the overwhelming sensation. Even as the moans tore out of her, she was just lost in absolute pleasure of the merciless boobs suck.
Ustad finally released her breast with a last wet, dragging suck. Both nipples were dark, stiff, and shiny with spit. Red marks from his teeth and stubble already showed on the soft skin.
“Happy now…?” she breathed. “Or are you going to keep using them until I can’t wear anything tomorrow…”

[SilverArrow]

Ustad sat back on his knees between her spread legs and looked down at her.
“Stay exactly like that. ”
He reached over to the small wooden stool, grabbed the jar of thick, warm honey, and opened it. The golden liquid was almost fluid from the heat of the room.
Monica watched him through half-lidded eyes, still breathing hard.
“What the fuck are you doing now…?”
Ustad didn’t answer right away. He shoved his trousers down just enough to free his cock. It was already thick, fully hard, the dark head swollen and shiny. He gripped it at the base and tilted the jar.
A slow, heavy stream of warm honey poured onto the head of his cock.
Monica’s eyes widened as the golden liquid coated the sensitive tip and ran down the thick shaft in sticky, glistening strands.
“Ustad… are you fucking serious right now? You’re pouring honey all over your cock?”
He kept pouring until his cock was heavily coated and dripping onto her stomach. The sweet smell mixed with the scent of sex and smoke already in the room.
“Open your mouth,” he said, voice low and rough. “Wide. Now.”
Monica let out a short, breathless shock!
“You’re going to make me suck honey off your cock… You can’t be serious ?”
“Yes.” He shifted closer, the honey-slick head hovering right at her lips. “Open. I want that pretty mouth wrapped around my sticky cock.”



She held his gaze a second longer, then parted her lips with a defiant little smirk.
“Fine. But if you get this sticky mess in my hair I’m biting your fucking dick.”
Ustad pushed the sticky, warm head into her mouth.
The thick, sweet honey spread across her tongue instantly, mixed with the salt of his skin. Monica made a small sound of surprise. He fed her more, sliding deeper so the honey-coated shaft pushed past her lips.
“Suck it clean,” he told her. “Every fucking drop. Don’t waste any of it. I want that cock licked and sucked until it’s shining again.”
Monica closed her lips around him and started sucking. The honey made everything wetter, slipperier. Loud, sticky, filthy sounds filled the room as she worked her mouth up and down the coated length. Honey dripped from the corners of her lips onto her chin.
Ustad watched her with dark eyes, one hand buried in her hair.
“Suck it harder you beautiful Randi biwi of Rakesh!!! Ahhhh ahhh” Rakesh groaned like a pig!






Monica pulled back just enough to speak, lips already shiny and sticky, a thick string of honey still connecting her to him.
“You’re disgusting,” she breathed, but she didn’t pull away.
“I am.” He pushed back into her mouth, slower this time, letting her feel every sticky inch. “Now take it deeper. Clean the shaft properly. Use that tongue. Lick every drop of honey off my cock.”
Monica did. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, tongue working along the underside, gathering the warm honey as she went. The sweet taste mixed with the heavier taste of him. More honey escaped her lips and ran down her chin, dripping onto the upper curves of her still-wet breasts.
Ustad’s breathing grew heavier.
“That’s it… good girl. Keep sucking. I want that cock clean. Every sticky fucking inch. Look at the mess you’re making — honey and spit all over your face and tits.”
Monica moaned around him, the sound muffled and wet. She took him deeper, the sticky sweetness making it easier to slide. Her hands gripped his thighs while he slowly fucked her mouth with the honey-coated length.
When he finally pulled out, a thick string of honey and spit stretched from her lower lip to the shiny head of his cock. Monica was breathing hard, lips swollen and glistening, eyes still locked on him.

“Not finished yet. There’s still honey on the underside and around the base. Open again. Get every drop.” Ustad yelled at Monica..
Monica stared up at him, chest rising and falling, then slowly opened her mouth once more,
“You’re such a filthy fucking animal,” she muttered, voice husky. “Making me clean your sticky cock with my mouth like some cheap whore.”
“You love it.” He rubbed the head against her lower lip, smearing more honey across it. “Say it. Tell me how much you like sucking honey off my cock.”
Ustad pushed back in, deeper this time, until the honey-coated tip brushed the back of her throat. Monica gagged softly but didn’t pull away. She sucked harder, noisily, greedily, letting more of the warm, sticky mess drip down her chin and onto her already ruined breasts.
“Fuck… listen to those wet, dirty sounds,” he growled.
Monica pulled off just long enough to breathe and fire back, voice thick and defiant.
“Then stop talking and fuck my mouth properly, you bastard. Or are you just going to stand there dripping honey on me all night while I wait?”
He pushed back in, fucking her mouth in slow, sticky strokes, watching every filthy string of honey and spit stretch between them every time he pulled out. Monica took it, moaning, sucking, occasionally pulling off just long enough to mutter something sharp and breathless before opening for him again.
“Still some left on the base,” he said, voice rough. “Get it. Use your tongue. Lick it clean. Don’t leave a single drop.”
Monica leaned in, tongue dragging slowly up the thick, honey-slick shaft, eyes on his the whole time.
“Good. I want you tasting me every time you swallow tomorrow. Now clean it properly… suck harder… and don’t you fucking stop until I say so.”
Monica’s only answer was another wet, defiant moan as she went back to work, sucking him cleaner, dirtier, louder —

[Raj087]

Amazing start..... today ustad should not stop... should not cum on her mouth instead keep his semen filled cock buried deep inside her and fuck her....till his balls are completely empty....!!!! Leaving Monica completely drained and out....it should be the fuck of her lifetime...

I hope next update comes soon.... thanks again for your efforts... truly appreciated....