Adultery The Strict wife Swati's humiliation and Submission

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              Swati’s body still trembled violently on the large king-size bed. The sheets beneath her were soaked — dark wet patches spread across the expensive fabric from the flood of her own juices. She lay completely nude, her perfect 36-28-36 figure gleaming under the soft light. Oil, sweat, and arousal mixed on her smooth skin. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with each heavy pant. Her deep oval navel fluttered with every shaky breath. Her soft, hairless underarms glistened. Between her spread thighs, her swollen, sensitive pussy still pulsed and dripped, the evidence of the hardest orgasms of her life.
She could not look at him.
Her face burned with residual shyness and the overwhelming aftermath of pleasure. Every muscle still quivered. Small aftershocks kept making her thighs twitch. She kept her eyes half-closed or turned away, too embarrassed and drained to meet Khan’s gaze.
Khan stood at the side of the bed, completely satisfied. His broad chest rose and fell steadily. A dark, triumphant smile played on his lips as he stared down at her. The proud Assistant CEO — the aggressive tigress who once scolded him daily — now lay naked, panting, and thoroughly used on the wet sheets she had soaked herself.
He spoke in a calm, almost mocking tone filled with quiet victory.
“Take rest, Madam… Your body is still shaking so hard from those orgasms. Look at you. A big business tigress… panting after being fucked so hard by her own driver.”
He laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied.
“And you are lying here with this hot naked body completely open… Tomorrow I will introduce you to what real pleasure truly is. That bastard your husband Vamsi doesn’t know how to treat a beautiful wife like you.”
The insult hit Swati like a slap.
Her eyes snapped open. The lingering pleasure and weakness mixed with sudden anger. She gathered whatever energy she had left, her chest still heaving, and glared at him with the remnants of her old pride.
“Don’t you dare scold Vamsi,” she said, her voice still breathless but sharp. “Don’t call him that. Otherwise I will fire you from this job. Do you understand? I will throw you out.”
Khan only laughed again — deeper this time. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her naked, glittering body. His eyes traveled slowly over her full breasts, her trembling stomach, her wet thighs, and the still-dripping center between them. He looked completely unconcerned by her threat.
He leaned closer. One finger gently touched her soft lips.
“Shhhhhhhhhh… hhh… Don’t scold, Madam…”....


     
             












“Shhhhhhhhhh… hhh… Don’t scold, Madam…”
Before she could react further, his other hand moved down. Two thick fingers found the entrance of her cunt — still soaked, swollen, and open from everything that had just happened. He slid them in easily, without resistance. The wetness allowed them to sink deep in one smooth motion.
Swati’s body jerked hard in pure surprise.
She had not expected the sudden touch. Her eyes widened. A fresh wave of unwanted excitement shot through her exhausted nerves.
“Hmmmm… nooooo… Khan……” she moaned, her voice breaking between protest and involuntary pleasure. “Please………… Nooooo ooo……”
Her hips twitched against his hand even as she tried to pull away. The fingers moved inside her with slow, deliberate skill — curling, stroking, pressing against the still-sensitive walls. Every movement sent sharp sparks through her overstimulated body. Her thighs trembled harder. Fresh juices coated his fingers immediately.
Khan kept his fingers buried deep and moving while he looked into her flushed face.
“Tell me,” he asked in a low, teasing voice, “you will fire me out? Will you?”
His fingers curled again, rubbing that sensitive spot inside her. Swati’s back arched slightly. A broken moan escaped her throat. The anger she had gathered was already melting under the renewed pleasure.
“I… I will…” she tried to say, but the words came out weak and shaky. “I will fire you… if you… ahhh… talk about him like that…”.....










“I… I will…” she tried to say, but the words came out weak and shaky. “I will fire you… if you… ahhh… talk about him like that…”
Khan only smiled and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently inside her dripping cunt. The wet sounds were clear and obscene in the quiet room. Swati’s body continued to shake. Her hands gripped the wet sheets. Her eyes fluttered between defiance and helpless pleasure.
“Look at you, Madam,” he whispered, still working his fingers slowly and thoroughly. “Threatening to fire me while your pussy is gripping my fingers so tightly. Still so wet… still so open… after everything.”
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear while his fingers kept their relentless, teasing rhythm.
“You can fire me tomorrow if you want. But right now… your body is telling a different story.”
Swati’s protests turned into longer, broken moans. The sudden fingering after her intense climax was almost too much. Her oversensitive nerves lit up with every stroke. She tried to close her thighs, but his hand stayed firmly between them, two thick fingers sliding in and out of her soaked cunt with ease.
“Hmmmm… no… Khan… it’s too sensitive… please… ahhhh…”...










“Hmmmm… no… Khan… it’s too sensitive… please… ahhhh…”
Yet her hips began to move in small, involuntary circles against his hand. The anger over the insult to Vamsi still burned somewhere in her mind, but it was being drowned by the fresh waves of pleasure. She was panting again. Her full breasts rose and fell faster. Her deep oval navel tightened with each wave.
Khan watched her face with quiet triumph, never stopping the slow, deep fingering.
“Still going to fire me, Madam?” he asked again, curling his fingers deliberately against her G-spot. “Or are you going to keep moaning like this while your driver’s fingers are inside you?”
Swati could only answer with another long, helpless moan as her body continued to shake and respond despite every attempt at resistance.
The wet sheets beneath her grew even wetter. The proud tigress was once again being reduced to trembling, panting, and open under the hands of the man she had just threatened to dismiss.
And Khan showed no intention of stopping the teasing anytime soon....



   






    Khan’s two thick fingers stayed buried deep inside Swati’s dripping cunt, moving with slow, deliberate strokes. He curled them upward, pressing firmly against the sensitive spot that made her whole body twitch. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet room. Fresh juices continued to leak around his hand, soaking the already wet sheets even more.
Swati’s naked body still trembled. Her full breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. She tried to keep her face turned away, but every time his fingers pressed deeper she let out another soft, broken moan.
Khan leaned closer, his voice low and full of quiet amusement.
“Tell me again, Madam… are you still going to fire me?”
Swati’s eyes fluttered. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold on to the anger she had felt only moments ago. The insult to Vamsi still burned somewhere in her mind, but it was getting harder to hold onto while his fingers kept working inside her.
“Y-yes…” she managed between pants. “I will… fire you… if you talk about him like that again…”
Khan smiled and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently so she could feel the stretch.
“Is that so?” he asked softly. “Then why is your pussy gripping my fingers so tightly right now? Why are you so wet again already?”
Swati’s hips jerked involuntarily. A longer moan escaped her throat.
“Hmmmm… no… don’t ask that… ahhh…”
“Answer me, Madam.” His thumb began to circle her swollen clit while his fingers continued their slow, deep thrusting. “Are you wet because you are angry… or because you like what your driver is doing to you?”













“Is that so?” he asked softly. “Then why is your pussy gripping my fingers so tightly right now? Why are you so wet again already?”
Swati’s hips jerked involuntarily. A longer moan escaped her throat.
“Hmmmm… no… don’t ask that… ahhh…”
“Answer me, Madam.” His thumb began to circle her swollen clit while his fingers continued their slow, deep thrusting. “Are you wet because you are angry… or because you like what your driver is doing to you?”
Her face burned with fresh shyness and frustration. She tried to close her thighs, but he kept them open with his free hand. The dual stimulation — thick fingers inside and the firm circling on her clit — made her body shake harder.
“I… I’m angry…” she whispered, but her voice cracked. “You… called him bastard… you can’t… ahhhh… talk like that…”
Khan leaned down and lightly kissed the side of her neck while his fingers kept moving.
“And yet you are moaning for me. Look at your body, Madam. Completely naked… sheets soaked… legs open… taking my fingers so easily. Does an angry woman usually drip like this?”......

Swati’s only answer was another helpless moan. Her deep oval navel tightened. Her soft underarms were damp with fresh sweat. Every nerve felt oversensitive after the previous intense climax, and his teasing was building the pressure again far too quickly.....

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Swati’s only answer was another helpless moan. Her deep oval navel tightened. Her soft underarms were damp with fresh sweat. Every nerve felt oversensitive after the previous intense climax, and his teasing was building the pressure again far too quickly.
He slowed his fingers almost to a stop, just resting them deep inside her, pressing lightly.
“If I stop right now,” he asked, “will you still fire me tomorrow?”
Swati’s eyes widened. The sudden lack of movement made the emptiness feel sharp. Her hips lifted slightly on their own, chasing his fingers.
“Don’t… don’t stop…” she whispered before she could stop herself.
Khan raised an eyebrow, still smiling.
“So you don’t want me to stop… but you still want to fire me? Which one is it, Madam?”
He started moving his fingers again — slow, deep, curling strokes that rubbed firmly against her G-spot. At the same time his thumb pressed harder on her clit.
Swati’s back arched. A louder moan tore from her throat.
“Ahhh… Khan… please…”
“Please what?” he asked calmly. “Please stop so you can fire me? Or please keep fingering this wet cunt until you cum again?”
Her mind was a mess of anger, shame, and rising pleasure. She tried to hold onto the threat, but every skilled stroke of his fingers made the words harder to form.
“I… I will fire you…” she forced out, her voice shaking. “If you… insult him again… but… ahhhh… right now… don’t stop…”



















“I… I will fire you…” she forced out, her voice shaking. “If you… insult him again… but… ahhhh… right now… don’t stop…”
Khan laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied.
“Honest at last. So you will let me keep playing with this dripping pussy… as long as I don’t talk about your husband. Is that the deal, Madam?”
He thrust his fingers deeper and faster for a few moments, making her cry out, then slowed again to a teasing pace.
Swati could only nod weakly, her eyes half-closed, her body already climbing toward another peak.
“Say it,” he pressed. “Say you want your driver’s fingers inside you.”
Her face burned hotter. The proud part of her still resisted, but the pleasure was winning.
“I… want it…” she whispered, almost inaudible.
“Louder.”
“I want your fingers… inside me…” she moaned, her hips moving against his hand. “Please… keep going… ahhh…”
Khan rewarded her by increasing the pressure and speed, rubbing her clit in tight circles while his fingers fucked her with steady, deep strokes.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “And tomorrow? Will you still fire the man who is making you shake like this?”
Swati’s answer came out broken and desperate as another wave of pleasure built rapidly.
“I don’t know… just… don’t stop… please, Khan… don’t stop…”
Her body was once again trembling, panting, and completely open under his hand. The threat of firing him hung in the air, but it was growing weaker with every skilled thrust of his fingers and every soft, teasing question he asked..

The tigress was still angry…
but she was also dripping, moaning, and begging for more...







Khan’s two thick fingers continued their slow, deep strokes inside Swati’s dripping cunt. He watched her flushed face carefully as her body kept trembling on the wet sheets. Then he decided to push the teasing further.
He leaned down and began licking the swollen, sensitive ring of her ass while his fingers still worked inside her pussy. The sudden wet heat of his tongue on that tight entrance made Swati’s whole body jerk hard.
“Hhhmmmmm—!” she cried out, her back arching.
Khan licked slowly, circling the sensitive rim with the tip of his tongue, then pressing flat and dragging across it. At the same time he kept fingering her cunt with steady, curling strokes. The dual sensation was intense and overwhelming.
He lifted his mouth just enough to speak, his warm breath brushing against her wet skin.
“Tell me, Madam… can I scold that husband of yours now?”
Swati’s answer came out broken and shaky.
“N-no… don’t… ahhh… don’t talk about him like… hhhmmmm…”
Khan only smiled and returned his tongue to her ass ring, licking more firmly while his fingers pushed deeper into her cunt. Then, very slowly, he pressed one thick finger against the tight entrance of her ass and began to push it inside.
Swati’s eyes flew open wide. A sharp, new stretch mixed with the wet licking and the fingers in her pussy.
“Nooooo… Khan… that’s… ahhhh… too much…” she moaned, her voice cracking.
But her body did not pull away. Her hips twitched and pushed back slightly against his hand. Fresh juices flooded around the fingers still buried in her cunt.
Khan pushed the finger in her ass deeper, slow and steady, until it was fully inside. He began to move both hands together — two fingers thrusting in her dripping pussy, one finger slowly fucking her tight ass, while his tongue returned to lick around the stretched rim.
The dual penetration and the wet licking made Swati’s mind spin.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…” she moaned loudly, her voice high and broken.

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Khan pushed the finger in her ass deeper, slow and steady, until it was fully inside. He began to move both hands together — two fingers thrusting in her dripping pussy, one finger slowly fucking her tight ass, while his tongue returned to lick around the stretched rim.
The dual penetration and the wet licking made Swati’s mind spin.
“Hhhmmmmm… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…” she moaned loudly, her voice high and broken.
Khan moved upward along her body without stopping the movement of his hands. He took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and began licking and sucking it firmly while his fingers continued working both her holes. His other hand squeezed her full breast, thumb brushing the other hard nipple.
Swati’s moans grew louder and more shameless.
He released her nipple just long enough to whisper against her ear, his hot breath making her shiver.
“Your body is shaking again, Madam… Can I call him a bastard who doesn’t know how to please his wife?”
Swati’s answer came out in fragments between heavy pants and moans.
“N-no… don’t… ahhh… please… hhhmmmm… don’t say… that…”
Khan sucked harder on her nipple and pushed both the fingers in her cunt and the finger in her ass deeper at the same time. The combined stretch and suction made her cry out.
“Hhhmmmmm—nooooo… Khan… too deep… ahhhh…”
He switched to her other nipple, licking it slowly in circles while whispering again against her wet skin...

















He switched to her other nipple, licking it slowly in circles while whispering again against her wet skin.
“Then why is this tight ass gripping my finger so hard? Why is your cunt dripping all over my hand? Say the truth…”
Swati’s eyes were half-closed, rolling with pleasure. Her modesty was cracking under the relentless dual stimulation and the soft, seductive questions.
“I… I don’t know… ahhh… it feels… too good… hhhmmmm…”
Khan kept the rhythm steady and deep — fingers fucking her cunt, one finger slowly thrusting in her ass, tongue and lips working her swollen nipples, and occasional hot whispers against her ear.
“Can I scold him, Madam? Can I say he is useless in bed compared to your driver?”
Her broken answers grew weaker and more fragmented.
“Don’t… ahhh… please… hhhmmmm… no… but… it feels… so… ahhhh…”
He licked a long, wet line from her nipple up to her ear and whispered even softer:
“Your body already accepted me. Your cunt is sucking my fingers… your ass is tight around my finger… your nipples are so hard in my mouth. Just say it. Say I can scold him.”
Swati’s hips were moving on their own now, pushing back against both of his hands. The dual penetration, the nipple play, and the constant teasing questions pushed her past the last edge of resistance.
Her voice came out in short, broken pieces mixed with loud moans.
“Hhhmmmmm… ahhhh… yes… ahhh… you… you can… hhhmmmm… scold… him…”
Khan pushed his fingers deeper in both places and sucked hard on her nipple as a reward.
“Louder, Madam. Say it clearly.”
Swati’s face was burning with the last remnants of shame, but the pleasure was too strong. Her body shook harder. Her eyes rolled back.
“Yes… Khan… ahhhh… you can scold… my husband… hhhmmmmm… he… he doesn’t… know… how to… ahhh… treat me… like this…”...

















The moment the words left her mouth, another powerful wave of pleasure crashed through her. She moaned loudly and shamelessly, her cunt and ass clenching tightly around his fingers, her body trembling violently on the wet sheets.
Khan kept moving his fingers slowly through her climax, licking her nipples and whispering against her ear:
“Good girl… Now you are being honest. Your body and your mouth both belong to this pleasure now.”
Swati could only moan in broken, gasping replies, her modesty and loyalty temporarily drowned under the intense dual stimulation and the soft, relentless questioning that had finally pulled the surrender from her lips....



Then khan laughed at her "see swathi...".. Now he is calling her by name..

From now you have to obey me.. What I will say you have to do that. ".



To be continued

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Swathi will become slave for Khan.
He is enjoying her such a way.
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He is enjoying her such a way.
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