Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[Manikandarajesh]

Superb update

[RedDranzar]

Use Payel to seduce and trap Rajesh

[Shabaz123]

Superb excellent update

[Rakul1985]

Fantastic. We need bigger update. Vicky can fuck her in office once amidst this tension.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Now time to trap Rajesh and put him behind bars for few weeks.

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[kirak9484]

She can't get her impotent husband fight against these bigshots. They will make her husband see three cocks filling her holes same time and she beg for more. Very good setup.

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[kirak9484]

Thanks kirak for the superb update... Again the suspense... What next for Ananya... Waitinnnnnnng for the next episode... Please please update as early as possible... ,????

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Now time to trap Rajesh and put him behind bars for few weeks.

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[kirak9484]

Superb update

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Use Payel to seduce and trap Rajesh

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Superb excellent update

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[kirak9484]

Fantastic. We need bigger update. Vicky can fuck her in office once amidst this tension.

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After talking to Vicky and Rohan Ananya got disappointed...

  The rest of the college day passed in a blur of pure torment for Ananya.
After the devastating call with Vicky, she somehow managed to leave the washroom and return to the staff room. She sat at her desk, books open in front of her, but the words on the page meant nothing. Her mind was a storm of catastrophic thoughts that refused to stop.
What if Rajesh sees the clear video?
What if he is already watching it right now?
My face… my mouth… everything clear…
He will leave me. He will hate me. Everyone will know.
Her blouse was still slightly damp from earlier. Every time she shifted in her chair she felt the residual tenderness between her thighs — the physical reminder of how thoroughly Vicky had used her — and the memory only made the fear sharper. She kept checking her phone every few minutes, hoping for a message that the problem had been solved. Nothing came.
By the time the final periods arrived, her head was pounding and her stomach felt hollow with anxiety.
She was sitting alone in the staff room, staring blankly at the wall, when a sudden loud “BOW!” exploded right behind her chair.
Ananya’s heart stopped for a full second. A sharp, involuntary cry left her throat as she spun around, eyes wide with pure fright.
Payal stood there, laughing softly at her reaction.
“Shit, Payal!” Ananya gasped, one hand pressed hard against her chest. “What is wrong with you?”
Payal grinned and pulled a chair close. “I knew you would get scared with a sudden shout, didi. You’ve been sitting here alone with such a serious face for so long. Tell me… what are you thinking so deeply?”
Ananya looked away and stayed silent. Her lips pressed together tightly.
Payal’s expression softened. She reached out and gently placed her hand over Ananya’s.
“If you have any grief or any problem, you can share it with me. Your heart will become lighter. You know I’m with you.”
Ananya still hesitated. The weight of the last two days sat heavy on her tongue. Revealing everything felt dangerous… but the isolation was becoming unbearable.
Payal lifted her hand and softly cupped Ananya’s cheek, her thumb brushing the warm skin.
“Please tell me, didi,” she requested gently. “If there is any solution, I will try to help you.”
Ananya’s eyes filled with fresh tears. She looked around to make sure the staff room was empty, then spoke in a low, broken voice.
“Payal… please don’t tell this to anyone. On that day… at Vicky’s villa… his friend took a video. Now he is blackmailing me. He wants to… sleep with me. Otherwise he will make the video viral and send the clear version to my husband.”
Payal’s eyes widened. She sat frozen for several seconds, completely stunned.
“What… Ananya? This much has happened and you didn’t tell me?” she finally whispered. “Wait. I will talk to Vicky sir right now.”
Ananya quickly shook her head. “I already told Vicky sir. But that bastard Rohan is also threatening and blackmailing Vicky sir. He has the clear video of both of us. He is demanding money and… me.”
“Ohhh… shit,” Payal breathed. She leaned back in her chair, the playful expression completely gone. “Now what will you do? Is there any solution?”
Both women sat in heavy silence. The only sound in the staff room was the distant noise of students in the corridors. Ananya’s hands were clasped tightly in her lap. Payal stared at the floor, her mind clearly racing.
The final bell rang, shattering the quiet.
They gathered their things and left the staff room together. As they walked toward the main gate, Arjun appeared from the opposite direction, deliberately crossing their path. He looked directly at Ananya, a small, knowing smile on his face.
“What, madam? Why are you so dull from morning till now?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp and teasing.
Ananya did not reply. She kept her gaze fixed ahead and walked past him in complete silence, her face pale and tight.
Arjun stopped and turned his head, watching her go. A dark, satisfied heat rose in his chest. His internal voice was pure filth:
Saali… tera ghamand tod ke hi rakhunga. Tujhe nangi karke khoob chodunga. Dekh, tujhe rand banadunga.
He laughed quietly under his breath, already imagining her soft body stripped bare, her arrogant mouth open in helpless moans, her legs spread wide while he took the revenge he had been craving since the day she had him suspended.
Ananya and Payal continued walking out of the college gates, both women lost in their own heavy thoughts, unaware that the circle of men who wanted to claim Ananya had only grown tighter around her.





As Ananya and Payal walked out of the college gates together, the late afternoon sun felt too bright against Ananya’s pale face. She walked with her eyes lowered, her mind completely withdrawn from the world around her.
Bhagwan, please save me from this problem… please don’t let Rajesh see that video… please make this nightmare end…
The silent prayer repeated endlessly inside her head. Her fingers tightly clutched the strap of her bag. Every few steps the image of the clear video flashed behind her eyes — her own face, her mouth, Vicky’s face above her — and her stomach twisted with fresh fear. She barely noticed the traffic or the other people on the road. Her entire being was trapped in the terror of what might already be happening, or what could happen at any moment.
Payal walked beside her in silence, but her thoughts were completely different.
She knew the truth.
She knew this was no ordinary blackmail. It was a carefully built trap by Vicky and Rohan — and she was part of it. The thought of Ananya being taken by both men made a dark, hungry heat gather low in her belly. She wanted to see it. She wanted to hear every moan and every broken cry that would leave Ananya’s soft mouth.
And more than that… she wanted her own turn.
Payal’s mind filled with a vivid, filthy image: Ananya on her back, legs spread, while she herself wore a thick strap-on dildo and slowly pushed into that tight, married pussy. She wanted to watch Ananya’s face change — from shame, to resistance, to helpless pleasure — while the three of them used her body completely. The opportunity was coming closer, and the knowledge made a quiet, satisfied smile curl at the corner of Payal’s lips.
Soon, didi… you will become exactly what they want. And I will enjoy every second of it.
When they reached the point where their paths separated, Payal touched Ananya’s arm lightly.
“Go home and rest, didi. Don’t think too much.”
Ananya only nodded weakly and walked away without looking back.
By the time Ananya reached home, the dull, heavy expression on her face had settled deeply. She changed out of her saree slowly, every movement mechanical. When Rajesh returned from the office, she forced a smile onto her lips and went to the door to welcome him.
“You’re back,” she said softly, taking his bag. The smile did not reach her eyes.
Rajesh looked at her carefully. Something in her face felt off — a flatness, a distance that had not been there before.
They sat down for dinner. Ananya served the food as usual, but she ate very little. Her answers to his casual questions about the day were short and polite. Rajesh noticed the way she kept her gaze mostly on her plate.
Later, when they were in bed, the room was quiet except for the soft sound of the ceiling fan. Rajesh turned onto his side and looked at his wife. The soft night light showed the faint tension still present in her features.
“How is college going?” he asked gently. “You are looking a little dull today. Did anything happen?”
Ananya’s heart gave a small, frightened jump. She quickly arranged her face into another soft, false smile.
“Everything is fine,” she said. “Just a little headache, that’s all. Nothing else.”
Rajesh did not look convinced. He reached out and lightly brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.
“You’ve been quiet since I came home. Are you sure nothing happened?”
“I’m sure,” she replied, her voice soft but steady. “Really. Just tired.”
She turned onto her side, facing away from him, and closed her eyes as if ready for sleep. But her mind was still racing.
Rajesh remained awake a little longer, staring at her back. A quiet, uneasy thought settled in his mind:
Something has happened. She is hiding something.
He did not press further that night. But the first small crack of doubt about his wife’s silence had already appeared — while Ananya lay rigid beside him, silently praying that the clear video would never reach his phone....


The next morning Ananya did not go to college.
She had already informed the principal’s office that she was unwell and needed a day’s leave. The decision had been made in the middle of a sleepless night. Her body felt heavy, her mind exhausted from the endless loop of fear. She moved through the quiet house like a ghost while Rajesh still slept.
In the bathroom she stood under the shower, letting the warm water run over her skin. She washed her hair, her face, her body with mechanical movements, trying to feel clean. The water traced the soft curves of her breasts, slid down the gentle slope of her stomach, and passed over the deep oval of her navel. Even the ordinary act of bathing felt charged with dread. She kept thinking that somewhere, on someone else’s phone, there existed a clear video of this same body on its knees.
When she stepped out and began drying herself, her phone, lying on the bathroom shelf, lit up with a new message.
She did not notice it at first. She wrapped the towel around her body, stepped into the bedroom, and started taking out fresh clothes — a simple salwar kameez, underwear, everything ordinary and modest. Only after she had put on her panty and bra did she pick up the phone.
The message was from the same unknown number.
“Be ready for romance. Clean yourself everything. 10 AM to 10 PM. 12 hours you are mine.”
Ananya’s blood turned to ice.
The phone trembled in her hand. Her eyes moved over the words again and again, as if the meaning might change. Twelve hours. From morning until night. Completely his.
A violent wave of panic crashed through her. She sat down hard on the edge of the bed, the towel slipping from her shoulders. Her damp hair clung to her neck. Her heart began slamming so hard she could hear it in her ears.
She immediately dialled Vicky.
He answered quickly.
“Ananya?”
“Sir—” her voice broke at once. “A message came. From the same number. He is telling me to be ready from 10 to 10… twelve hours… he says I am his. What is happening? Did you speak to him again? Please tell me something has changed—”
On the other end, Vicky let out a long, heavy breath that sounded like defeat.
“I also talked to him, Ananya. Many times. He is not listening. He is completely adamant. He said if I try to stop him, he will release the clear video to everyone — your husband, the college, my business partners. My reputation will be destroyed, and yours too.”
Ananya’s free hand clenched the bedsheet.
“He also messaged me,” Vicky continued, his voice low and reluctant. “He told me to come there and watch. But I… I cannot see you while he does that to you. I cannot. If anything goes truly wrong, if you feel you are in real danger, just give me a ring. I will be there. But right now… I have no way to stop him.”
The words landed like stones.
Ananya’s hands began to shake so badly that the phone slipped from her fingers and fell onto the bed. She stared at it as if it were something poisonous. The last thin thread of hope she had been holding — the belief that Vicky could still protect her — snapped cleanly.
For several long seconds she sat frozen, naked except for her undergarments, damp hair dripping onto her shoulders, the message still glowing on the screen.
Then, with a desperate, last courage, she picked up the phone again and dialled the unknown number.
It rang only once.
“Hello, baby,” Rohan’s voice came through, relaxed and already amused.
Ananya’s throat was so tight she could barely speak.
“Sir… please leave me. I am a married woman. I am a college lecturer. That day… what happened… it happened by mistake. Please leave me. I will give you however much money you want. Just leave me.”
Rohan’s soft laugh cut across her words.
“Shut up, baby. I don’t need money. Vicky already offered me half of his wealth if I drop this. I refused. I don’t want money. You are more than money. I want to fuck you deep. I want to enjoy that ripe, proud, soft body of yours for twelve full hours. I don’t know how soft Vicky is with you, or how soft your husband is… but I am rough. Very rough.”
Ananya’s entire body went cold. A fresh wave of pure fear washed over her skin. Her nipples tightened involuntarily under the bra; her stomach clenched so hard it hurt.
“Please—” she tried again, her voice cracking into a plea. “Please don’t do this. I am begging you. I will do anything else. Just not this—”
“If you fail to come,” Rohan interrupted, his tone suddenly flat and final, “I will send the clear video to your husband. Maybe he will also enjoy watching how his respectable wife looks when she is busy sucking another man’s cock. The address is coming to your phone right now. Be there at 10. Don’t be late.”
The call ended.
Ananya sat on the bed in complete silence. The new message with the address had already arrived. Her hands were still shaking. Her heart was racing so fast she felt dizzy. The towel had fallen completely away. She was half-naked, damp, and more terrified than she had ever been in her life.
Twelve hours.
Rough.
No escape.
And the clear video was still waiting, ready to destroy everything the moment she refused....

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Ananya sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after the call ended.
The address glowed on her phone screen. The demand was clear: 10 AM to 10 PM. Twelve hours. Her body still carried the faint tenderness from the night at the villa, and now a new, heavier fear sat in her chest. She was a married woman, a college lecturer, a wife who had once believed she would never cross certain lines. Yet the clear video existed. Rajesh’s face watching it was an image she could not bear.
She tried to think of every possible way out. Money had already been refused. Vicky had already failed to stop it. Running would only make the video spread faster. The problem was no longer in her hands.
After nearly an hour of silent, circling thoughts, a cold acceptance settled over her.
I have to obey.
She rose, finished dressing in a simple salwar kameez, and left the house before Rajesh could return or call. Every step toward the given address felt like walking away from the life she had known.
When she reached the quiet, upscale apartment building and pressed the bell, her hands were trembling. The door opened. Rohan stood there — younger than her, confident, already smiling as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.
He looked her up and down slowly, the way a man looks at something he already considers his.
“Come in, Ananya.”
She stepped inside. The door closed behind her with a soft, final click. The apartment was spacious, modern, and sparsely furnished. Rohan turned to face her fully.
“Before we begin,” he said, voice calm and almost conversational, “you should know something. I knew your husband Rajesh in college. He was two years senior to me. We were in the same department for a while. I used to see him around… quiet, serious type. Never imagined that one day I would have his beautiful wife standing in my apartment, ready to spend twelve hours with me.”
Ananya’s eyes widened. The ground seemed to shift under her feet.
“You… you know Rajesh?” Her voice came out thin. “Please… please leave me. You are younger than me. You know my husband. This is wrong. Please, I am begging you — leave me. I will give you anything else. Money, whatever you want. Just don’t do this.”
Rohan’s smile only deepened. He stepped closer.
“I already told you. I don’t want money. Vicky offered me half of everything. I refused. I want you. And now that I know whose wife you are… it only makes it better. Senior Rajesh’s proud, respectable, saree-wearing lecturer wife… on her knees for his junior. The thought alone is enough.”
He reached out and lightly touched a strand of her hair. Ananya flinched but did not pull away. The last of her resistance was already crumbling under the weight of the video threat.
“Please…” she whispered one last time.
Rohan ignored the plea completely. He took her handbag from her fingers and set it aside. Then he guided her toward the large sofa.
“Sit.”
She sat. Her body was rigid. Rohan sat beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat of him. His hand settled on her waist, firm and possessive, then slowly slid upward under the loose fabric of her kameez, finding the soft, bare skin above her salwar.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured. “But you came. That means you already know there is no other way.”
He turned her face toward him with two fingers under her chin and kissed her. It was not gentle. His mouth claimed hers with open hunger, tongue pushing past her lips, tasting her, licking away the last of her lipstick. Ananya made a small, struggling sound, but he held the back of her head and deepened the kiss until she had to breathe through her nose.
When he finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected their mouths for a second. Ananya wiped her lips with the back of her hand, eyes wet with shame and anger.
“You are an animal,” she said, voice trembling.
Rohan’s expression darkened with excitement rather than offense.
“You called me an animal? Then I’ll show you what an animal does.”
He stood, pulled her up by the wrist, and led her toward the bedroom. The room was large, brightly lit, with a massive bed and a full-length mirror along one wall. He positioned her in front of the mirror and stood behind her.
“Look,” he ordered.
When she kept her eyes down, he gripped her chin and forced her face up. Their reflections stared back — her still fully clothed, him behind her with open lust in his eyes.
He pulled her kameez up and off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. The salwar followed. She stood in her bra and panty, arms automatically crossing over her breasts. Rohan unhooked the bra from behind and drew the straps down her arms. When she tried to keep covering herself, he simply pulled her hands away and held them at her sides.
Her full, soft breasts were bare now, mangalsutra resting between them. He looked at her reflection with open appreciation.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Senior Rajesh is a lucky man… and today I am luckier.”
He knelt and drew her panty down her legs. She stepped out of it reluctantly. Completely naked except for the mangalsutra and her wedding ring, Ananya stood in front of the mirror while Rohan remained behind her, fully clothed, drinking in the sight of her body.....

He began at her neck, kissing and licking the soft skin, then moved down to her shoulders. His hands cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing gently at first, then more firmly, thumbs brushing over the nipples until they hardened against his palms. Ananya’s breathing grew uneven. She kept her eyes closed, trying not to watch herself being touched....



Rohan kept her standing in front of the large mirror for a long time after he had stripped her completely.
Ananya’s arms kept trying to rise to cover her breasts, but he held her wrists firmly at her sides. The bright lights left nothing hidden. Her full, soft breasts rose and fell with her uneven breathing. The thin mangalsutra rested between them, a constant reminder of the husband she was betraying. Her clean-shaven pussy was fully visible in the reflection. She could not look at herself for more than a second at a time; every glance filled her with fresh waves of shame.
“Look at you,” Rohan murmured behind her, his voice low and pleased. “Senior Rajesh’s respectable wife… standing naked in my bedroom. Does he ever make you stand like this?”
Ananya’s face burned. She kept her eyes down and gave no answer. The silence only seemed to encourage him. He released one of her wrists so he could cup her breast, lifting its soft weight and brushing the nipple with his thumb until it hardened against his touch. A small, unwilling sound escaped her throat. She bit her lower lip immediately, trying to kill the noise.
He turned her around and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. When he pushed her knees apart she resisted for a moment, thighs trembling, but he was stronger. He knelt between her legs and simply looked at her exposed pussy for several long seconds. The scrutiny made her want to close her legs and disappear. Heat flooded her face and chest.
Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly through her folds.
Ananya’s whole body jerked. A sharp, broken “Ahh—” left her before she could stop it. She clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with fresh shame. Rohan did not pause. He licked her with deliberate, thorough strokes, circling her clit, dipping inside, tasting her. The wet sounds of his mouth were obscenely loud in the quiet room. Every time his tongue pressed against the sensitive bud she felt another helpless pulse of pleasure and another rush of humiliation.
This is wrong… he knows Rajesh… I am a married woman…
The thoughts circled uselessly while her hips began to lift toward his mouth against her will. When he sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, a longer moan escaped past her fingers — “Nnh… ahhh…” — soft and high and full of reluctant need. Her free hand landed in his hair, not pushing him away but holding on. The orgasm built fast, driven by the relentless attention of his tongue and the two fingers he slid inside her. When it broke, her thighs clamped around his head and a muffled, desperate cry tore from her throat. Her body shook through the waves while tears of pure shame gathered at the corners of her eyes.
Rohan rose, wiped his mouth, and looked down at her with open satisfaction. His cock stood thick and heavy, fully hard. He climbed onto the bed, settled between her legs, and rubbed the swollen head against her entrance, coating himself in her wetness.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
Ananya’s eyes were glassy, still half-lost in the aftershocks. He pushed forward slowly. The thick stretch forced a long, shaky moan from her — “Ahhhh… too big…” — and her hands flew to his shoulders. He filled her inch by inch until he was completely inside. The sensation of being opened so completely made her turn her face away in shame, but he guided her chin back.
“Is my cock bigger than your husband’s?” he asked, voice low and teasing as he began to move. “Tell me.”
Ananya’s face burned hotter. She kept her lips pressed together and refused to answer. The silence only made him thrust deeper. Each stroke dragged another soft, broken sound from her throat. She tried to stay quiet, but the thick stretch and the steady rhythm made it impossible. Soft “ahh… nnh… ahh…” moans began to spill out with every deep push.
“Tell me,” he repeated, hips rolling in a slow, powerful rhythm. “Is it bigger? Does senior Rajesh fill you like this?”
“Please…” she whispered, the word half plea and half moan. “Don’t ask me that…”
He smiled and fucked her harder. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room. Her full breasts swayed with every thrust. He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting gently, then the other, until both were red and aching. Ananya’s moans grew louder despite her efforts — high, helpless sounds that made her squeeze her eyes shut in fresh humiliation.
When she came again the cry was raw. Her walls clenched tightly around him and her nails dug into his back. Rohan rode her through it, never slowing, until the trembling eased. Then he pulled out, turned her onto her stomach, and lifted her hips until she was on her knees.
He entered her from behind in one long thrust. The new angle forced a sharp, surprised “Ahhhh!” from her. He gripped her waist and began to drive into her with longer, deeper strokes. Her breasts hung beneath her, swaying heavily. The mangalsutra swung with every movement. She buried her face in the sheets, trying to muffle the continuous moans that now poured out of her without control.
Rohan gathered her long hair in one fist and pulled her head back, forcing her back to arch.
“You called me an animal earlier,” he reminded her, voice rough with pleasure. “This is the animal. Take it.”
He fucked her harder. The force of each thrust pushed her forward on the bed. Wet, rhythmic slaps of skin against skin filled the room along with her rising cries. Every time she tried to lower her face he pulled her hair again, keeping her arched and open.
“Is it bigger than your husband’s?” he asked again, punctuating the question with a particularly deep thrust that made her cry out. “Answer me.”
Ananya’s voice broke on a moan. “Y-yes… please… just don’t stop…”
The admission, torn from her by pleasure and shame, made him laugh softly and thrust even harder. He kept her in that position until another orgasm ripped through her, her arms giving out so that she collapsed forward onto the bed while he continued to fuck her through it.
He turned her onto her back once more, hooked her knees over his elbows, and folded her nearly in half so he could drive down into her with short, powerful strokes. The position left her completely open and exposed. She could only clutch at his arms and moan brokenly while he used her body without mercy.
“Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered. “I want to see senior Rajesh’s wife’s face when she comes on a bigger cock.”
Ananya’s eyes were wet with tears of shame and overstimulation, but she kept them open. When the next climax hit her it was almost silent — her mouth open in a soundless cry, body locked and shaking beneath him. Rohan followed a few strokes later, pulling out at the last moment and spilling thick ropes of semen across her stomach, the soft underside of her breasts, and the mangalsutra that still rested between them.
He stayed over her, breathing hard, looking down at the marked, trembling body of the married lecturer who had tried so hard to refuse him.
“That was only the beginning,” he said quietly. “We still have many hours left. And I still haven’t heard you admit properly how much bigger I am than your husband.”
Ananya turned her face into the pillow, too ashamed and too physically spent to answer. Her body still pulsed with aftershocks. The clear knowledge that she had moaned, come, and even answered his filthy question made the shame sit heavier than ever — and the day was far from over.......



To be continued

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