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

[xf123]

good narration

[val.coutinho]

Really nice and hot update.... I think now Monica will go for the party.... Husband drunk and connot drive back home..... Monica calls Ranga to pick them up.... He comes to their rescue both sit in the front and husband passed out in the back seat.... Ranga takes advantage.... Makes her hot again Monica moaning loudly at his advances in the car itself in some secluded area

[Givemeextra]

I can already imagine reading next : "Ranga Ranga Ranga............" Monica screaming his name in pleasure

[KingRocks]

No updates ?

[SilverArrow]

Chapter 18: The Slum


Night had settled hard over the narrow lane behind Sector 128.
Inside one of the smaller shacks, a single bare bulb hung from a wire. Bahadur, the society watchman, sat on a broken plastic chair, his uniform shirt half-open. Across from him, on an upturned crate, sat Feroze, the middle-aged delivery man, still in his blue uniform pants, company shirt now unbuttoned and hanging loose.

“So tell me properly,” Bahadur said, voice already thick. “What exactly did you see?”
Feroze took a long swallow

“Behenchod… I still can’t get it out of my head. I went for the delivery, had been calling three times continuously! She opened finally. I thought it was normal. Then the pen fell, I bent to catch it, door moved a little… and there she was.”
He shook his head, eyes wide.

“Completely naked from the waist up. No top, no bra, absolutely nothing! Just those heavy, full tits right in front of me. And shining, yaar. Like someone had poured oil all over them”

Bahadur’s throat moved. He refilled both glasses.

“Naked? In the afternoon? With the door open?”

“Chain was on, but the gap was enough. I saw everything. She had massive tits!  She didn’t even look properly scared. A bit surprised, yes, but she kept her voice steady. Told me ‘I was bathing’ snatched the paper, signed it fast, and pulled the box in. When she reached out, one of her tits came fully into the light for a second. She didn’t try to hide it much. Just used the box to cover herself at the end and shut the door.”

Bahadur let out a low, dirty laugh and drank.

“Saala .. Madarchod…. You got so lucky today yaar!! Uhaaaa”

Feroze grinned, showing stained teeth.

“You should have seen those nipples, Bahadur. Still looking like someone had been sucking them hard. Reddish, wet. I kept thinking what she was doing inside before I rang the bell”

Bahadur leaned back, the chair creaking.

“ Monica madam is a top maal Feroze bhai… lot of men like us in the society use their hands imagining her every night” Bahadur laughed .

Feroze laughed and poured more daru.

“Next time I get a delivery for that flat, I’m going to take my time. Maybe she’ll open the door like that again. Those tits… fuck, I can still see them when I close my eyes. And the way she looked at me… not shy at all. Like she knew exactly what I was seeing and didn’t care.”

Bahadur clinked his glass against the other man’s.

[SilverArrow]

**Chapter 19: Pub**


The land registry office had finally passed the preliminary sanction that Friday — the first real breakthrough for the café project. By Saturday evening the three of them needed a place to sit properly, go over the next steps, and also celebrate a bit.

The pub sat alone on a dark stretch of the Delhi–Jaipur highway, a low concrete building with red neon and a gravel parking lot that smelled of dust and diesel. It was the kind of place that only filled up after ten, when the city felt far away.

Monica came from home while Rakesh and Ranga reached there straight from work.
Monica felt a little odd going inside. The black dress she was wearing looked hot under the neon lights—thin straps, a neckline that plunged almost to the waist, a small red knot holding the two sides together just below her breasts. The fabric clung to her curves and ended high on her thighs. When she walked, the soft weight of her tits moved freely, the deep cleavage on full display.


Monica caught both Ranga and Rakesh looking and only raised the eyebrow.

“What?” she said. “It’s a celebration. Or should I have worn a salwar suit?”


Ranga gave a short, low laugh. “No complaints from me, Bhabhi.”
They went inside. They took a corner booth that gave a clear view of the floor but kept them slightly apart from the rest of the crowd. Monica slid in first, the dress riding higher on her thighs as she settled.

As the drinks arrived, Monica took a sip, then looked around and let out a short laugh.

“Remind me again why we’re celebrating in the middle of a forest? This place is so far ..it’s practically in another state”
Ranga smirked. “ This place is quieter. Plus my guys tells me this place is known for something special”
“How thoughtful,” she said dryly. “Tell me what’s so special here?”

“You will get to know!”






Rakesh said to Ranga. “The land deal closed. Municipal validation is the only thing left. We are going well Ranga Saab!”

Monica turned her glass slowly. “Why do you have any doubt?”
Ranga leaned forward and said “Registry office was a circus. That clerk kept asking for one more affidavit and we had none!”

Monica smiled “And yet you still managed to walk out with the clearance. Amazing what persistence can do.”





“Persistence and the right tone,” Ranga replied. His eyes dropped briefly to the open neckline of her dress, then came back up.

Rakesh cleared his throat. “The café interiors are almost locked. Kitchen equipment will arrive next week. If the municipal file moves in the next fifteen days, we can look at a soft launch by end of next month.”

Monica nodded “Capital is still the problem. I can get one more investor meeting, but they’ll want to see the municipal letter first. No one writes a cheque on a ‘pending’ stamp.”

Ranga took a slow sip of whiskey. “Then we make sure the stamp arrives. I’ve already spoken to two people inside. They know the file.”


Monica’s mouth curved. “Of course you have.”

“This place is known for something better than the whiskey,” Ranga said casually
Monica raised an eyebrow “ What’s that ?”

"It's the only reason people drive forty kilometers past the toll plaza to sit in this place, Monica. It’s a special Hookah mix—tobacco, crushed spices, and a heavy touch of local green”…He looked at her, his dark eyes holding hers .."Not for lightweights, though”

Monica let out a dry, breathy laugh, leaning forward so the plunging front of her dress dipped even lower over the edge of the table. "Lightweight? Is that a dare, Ranga Anna?"

"Is that so?" Ranga chuckled "We'll see how bold you are when the smoke hits."

He turned his eyes to Rakesh "What about you, Rakesh Saab?" Ranga teased softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"You going to join us, or are you staying on the  drinking menu tonight? Don't want you passing out tonight though”
Rakesh straightened his posture, adjusting the collar of his formal shirt and waving a dismissive hand with a forced laugh. "Please, Ranga Anna. I handled four years of engineering hostel parties. A hookah isn't going to knock me out. Bring it on."

Ranga took the long, leather-bound hose first. He drew in a deep, slow breath. The water in the base bubbled rapidly, a deep gurgle-gurgle-gurgle echoing in the booth. He held the smoke for three long seconds before exhaling a thick, dense white cloud that drifted lazily toward the red neon light above them.
Without a word, he passed the silver tip directly to Monica.
Monica took it, her fingers brushing Ranga's  hand as she took the mouthpiece. She locked her eyes on his, brought the tip to her lips, and pulled hard. The water churned wildly. She held the thick, sweet smoke in her chest, feeling a sudden, intense rush of heat spread from her throat straight down to her belly.
When she exhaled, a cloud of aromatic smoke enveloped the table. Her head instantly swirled, a heavy, velvet-like buzz settling behind her eyes.

"God..." she gasped out, a lazy, gorgeous smile spreading across her face “That’s... that hits instantly."
"Told you," Ranga murmured


She passed the hose to Rakesh, who took it eagerly, determined to match them. He pulled a massive drag, but  immediately burst into a harsh, wheezing cough, his face turning bright red as he gripped his whiskey glass for relief.

Monica burst into a low giggle "Look at the engineering hostel veteran!"
"It's... it's strong," Rakesh wheezed "Very strong."

As the hose rotated between the three of them over the next half hour, Rakesh’s speech began to slur as he sank deeper into his corner, his laugh coming out louder and more unfocused as he babbled on about municipal permits and lease agreements.






By the third round of the brass pipe, the spiced green blend had completely taken over the booth.
Ranga and Monica felt heavy but across the table, however, Rakesh was in absolute shambles. His eyes were shot through with thick red veins, his eyelids drooping.
"Look at you!" she purred softly, her voice thick with sarcasm. "Two drinks and three puffs, and you are about to slide under the table”

Rakesh tried to blink his eyes open, forcing a weak, crooked smile .."I'm... I'm completely fine," he slurred, . "Just... the AC in here is very low"


"Yeah, must be the AC," Ranga mocked dryly, a low chuckle rumbling .."Come on, Rakesh bro. Time to head back."
Rakesh tried to stand up, but his knees buckled slightly,

Ranga stepped closer, extending a broad, dark arm. "Need a hand, bro?"
"No! No, no, I've got it," Rakesh insisted cockily, waving Ranga's hand away with an clumsy shake of his wrist. "I'm completely fine. Just need... need some fresh air."
Monica rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she slid out after him, her short dress clinging to her ass as she adjusted her posture in her heels.


They stepped out into the night air. The sudden rush of the cool highway wind hit Rakesh like a brick wall. He stumbled over a patch of rough stone, his foot catching the edge of a tire stop. He would have hit the dirt face-first if Ranga hadn't casually caught him by the collar of his shirt.


"Steady," Ranga murmured

"God, Rakesh," Monica said under her breath "You're embarrassing us. Give me the keys."


She snatched the keys from Rakesh's jacket pocket and tossed it to Ranga "You drive. He can barely stand."
"Yea Sure," Ranga said, unlocking the car






She slid into the front passenger seat right beside Ranga, the short hem of her dress riding high up her thighs as she settled into the leather contour. Ranga climbed into the driver's seat, his broad frame filling the space.
Within three minutes of hitting the open road, they heard the rhythmic snoring coming from the back seat.


Ranga laughed “He is out”

Monica shook her head “ Obviously..God knows what hookah you gave him!”

[val.coutinho]

Excellent update... Keep going the same way.... The story is going in the right direction

[shrenik007]

Nice update.

[SilverArrow]

The dark, unlit stretch of the Delhi–Jaipur highway swallowed the vehicle. Inside the cabin, the heavy, rhythmic sound of Rakesh’s snoring echoed from the back seat, loud and unbroken, punctuated only by the quiet hum of the air conditioner.

Ranga kept both hands on the wheel, his broad shoulders relaxed, but his eyelids flickered heavily every time a passing truck’s headlights swept through the windshield.


The highway stretch was desolate and dark with forest on either side of the road.
"Ranga," Monica murmured, turning her head towards him, her dark curls spilling over her bare shoulder. "Watch the lane. You're drifting a bit to the left"


Ranga smiled and continued driving, but just then he veered dangerously to the left only to ignore a sharp right turn. He managed to steady the car at the last moment but not before the vehicle almost brushed aside the side railing of the road.

Monica yelled “Ranga what are you doing?”

Ranga adjusted the speed, tightening his grip on the wheel. "That hookah mix is bad. It hits the head, then it sits right behind the eyes”

"Don't tell me you big buy is getting sleepy," Monica teased, a lazy smirk curving her lips. "You were the one boasting about the pub's hookah”

"Well I am trying” Ranga rumbled  "Just that my eyes keep closing due to the bad hangover of the hookah"
“Well then let me drive then Ranga Anna, you do look sleepy!” Monica offered


Ranga shook his head “Monica? You think you don’t have a hangover? Look at your own eyes! Plus you hardly know the turns.. it’s not a straight highway sweetheart!”


Monica scorned “Shit! Don’t tell me we have to wait here in the middle of the forest because we three are not in a position to drive!”.


Ranga was quiet for a few seconds. The dashboard light cut across his jaw.
“We can’t stop the car in the middle of the highway ..that’s a serious offense …this hookah have started hitting really bad” Ranga spoke rubbing his eyes


Monica let out a dry breath. “Fuck! Even I am feeling dizzy now..Should I turn the radio to full volume? Will that help ?”
“come on, music only makes me more sleepy” Ranga smirked. He paused, then added, almost thoughtfully, “There are ways to stay awake on long drives when the smoke hits like this.”


“Like what?" Monica asked, her voice a bit shaky due to the hangover from the hookah. Monica tried to steady her mind and asked “Then what brilliant idea do you have to stay awake, big man?”
Ranga kept his gaze on the road.


“Something that keeps the blood moving. Keeps the mind locked on one thing instead of drifting. Works better than coffee when the hookah hits this bad” Ranga spoke softly and then slowly moved his fingers over his crotch… he stopped his hand and then again moved his fingers over his crotch..


Monica stared at him trying to figure out what he was hinting. “You’re not seriously about to suggest what I think you’re suggesting”

He didn’t look at her. “I’m saying the only thing that will keep me properly awake for the next half hour is if you take care of it. In fact it keeps both of us awake ..He’s finished back there. No one’s watching”
Monica let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You seriously want me to suck you off so you don’t fall asleep at the wheel. How insane does that sounds ?”


The dark deserted highway gave an eerie mysterious vibe as Ranga looked at Monica.


“I’m telling you what will actually work if we really need to reach back home safely” Ranga replied calmly. “Everything else is riskier right now. Is it not ? If you drive? You don’t know the turns. If we stop? There’s nothing safe on this stretch. This place is notorious for dacoits.. plus strictly the law says you can’t stop on this highway…You know how heavy our heads feel because of the Hookah.. this road needs some focus sweetheart ...So look…you help me stay awake the fastest way…”

She looked at the dark road for a long moment, jaw tight, the buzz still warm under her skin.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I know.” He glanced at her once, then back at the highway. “I’m not going to force anything. Your choice afterall.. you know the situation”


In the back seat Rakesh snored on, completely unaware.

Monica stayed silent for another stretch of road. “ Ranga how? How can I just do that? I am happily married… my husband is right here…We discussed we will keep things between us strictly professional only!”

"We discussed many things Monica… right now, I may ram the car if we don’t ‘engage’ ourselves properly… you know it… plus you know how the hookah has made both of us so fucking horny! The hookah is known to do that ..that’s why people try out that a lot…”

“ what you mean I am horny ? How on earth you know that ?”

“ The hookah makes that .. you are bad at lying Monica!”

The only sounds were the engine, the tyres, and the steady breathing from behind them.
Monica shook her head “This ..This is insane!”

Then, without looking at Ranga, she unbuckled her seatbelt.

She hesitated a bit and then leaned across the centre console, she could not believe she was actually doing this unbelievable thing. Her left hip stayed on her own seat while her upper body stretched over the console, bringing her face level with Ranga’s huge lap. The short black dress rode high on her thighs with the movement, and the deep plunging neckline fell open even further under the dashboard light. The dazzling high beams of an oncoming sixteen-wheeler swept past, flooding the cabin in a split-second flash of light that made the deep plunge of her dress look so indecent.

“Ranga, wait,” Monica whispered sharply. She clutched the plunging front of her dress against her full breasts, trying to hold the soft weight of them in place. “This is a bad idea! There are way too many trucks on this stretch. Half those drivers were already staring straight down my chest at the last junction. If one of them sees this—”


"They can’t see anything, Monica” Ranga cut in softly, “The glass is tinted. Stop overthinking and focus at what you’re doing.”.
“Ranga please don’t make me do this..I will seriously regret this later” Monica spoke seriously trying to still avoid the inevitable

Ranga commanded in an icy cold voice “The hookah is hitting my head badly .. don’t delay this sweetheart.. open my pants!”

Monica still hesitated “Ranga No .We…we are business partners!”

“Monica quickly … open my pants”

Monica bit her lower lip, still lingering in the shadow of the dashboard, heart drumming hard against her ribs. Seeing her motionless, Ranga reached down with his left hand, took her wrist, and guided her fingers over the front of his trousers — resting her palm directly over the thick, solid ridge that strained against the jeans.
The sheer heat and hardness radiating  made Monica draw a sharp, shallow breath. Her fingers instinctively curled around the heavy shape. She looked up at him, lips curving into a daring, cocky smirk to mask the sudden flutter low in her stomach...


“You really are a menace, aren’t you?” she murmured dryly


With a soft, deliberate metallic clink she unbuckled the heavy buckle of his leather belt. Her manicured fingers moved to the metal teeth of his zipper and drew it down slowly in the quiet cabin. She pushed the dark jeans aside and peeled his underwear down just enough to free what had been trapped beneath.
In the dim, shadowed space of his lap she froze for a moment. The sight of him — thick, dark, heavily veined, and completely unpolished — sent a genuine jolt of shock straight through her.
His cock was thick — darker than the rest of him, heavy, fully hard, the broad head already shiny. It rose against his stomach with a solid weight that made her fingers look small. A dense, black, untamed bush of coarse pubic hair framed the base and spread across his groin, thick and wild.

Monica stared in shock even in that intoxicated state, lips slightly parted.


“Hey Bhagwan …What is wrong with you?” she whispered. “It’s… this huge. And so thick. My fingers won’t even close around it.”

Ranga’s mouth curved, still watching the road.

“You sound surprised?”

“Yes with that size of yours, who won’t be surprised?” she shot back, still staring. “This is not a normal size” She gave it a tentative stroke, feeling the heavy pulse under the skin. “And this bush… God. It’s like a forest. I can already feel it scratching. Do you even know what does a razor do?”

Ranga laughed “You will love it Monica!”

Monica wrinkled her nose, but her hand didn’t leave him.

“ Where is your hygiene? Idiot!! This smells. … it smells like you’ve not taken proper bath in months..Sweat and… everything else. It’s dirty, Ranga.”

Ranga’s voice stayed low and cocky.

“You can still put it back and sit properly, sweetie. No one’s forcing you..Just that I don’t know how will I keep myself awake for the next 30 kms…”

Monica let out a short, incredulous breath, eyes still fixed on the thick, dark cock and the wild bush around it.
“Oh, I’m aware. I’m just taking a moment to appreciate how completely insane this is… sitting here with my husband’s snoring in the back, about to put this thick, hairy, sweaty thing in my mouth.”


She pushed her dark curls back from her face with her free hand, still holding him loosely at the base.
Then, without another word, she lowered her head.


Monica hovered over him for one more second, the thick head of his cock only inches from her lips. She turned her head slightly toward the back seat where Rakesh lay snoring, mouth open, completely gone. She looked at Rakesh with deep pity and guilt. She lowered her face in shame.

“Sorry, jaan,” she whispered “Your wife is about to do something extremely unprofessional. Try not to wake up.”
Then she lowered her head and took Ranga into her mouth.

The first contact was slow. She sealed her lips around the broad, warm head and simply held it there, breathing through her nose, letting the heavy musk and the salty taste settle on her tongue. Ranga’s hips shifted once. She pressed her free hand firmly on his thigh, pinning him still.

“Don’t move,” she muttered around him, the words muffled and wet. “You’re still driving.”
Ranga’s right hand stayed locked on the steering wheel. His left hand rested lightly on the back of her head.  
“I’m not moving. Just… keep doing”

Monica took him deeper in long, wet millimetres, tongue pressing flat against the thick underside, until the head nudged the back of her throat. She held him there, throat fluttering, spit already gathering and running down the shaft into the dense black bush. Then she pulled back just as slowly, lips dragging tightly, until only the shiny head remained between them.


A soft, wet sound filled the vehicle.


She stopped completely, lifted her head a fraction, and checked at Rakesh.

Only then did she sink down again, taking more of the thick length, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with focused, lazy greed. Spit coated him thoroughly now. It made every slow stroke louder and filthier.
Ranga’s breathing grew heavier. When a curve approached he had to adjust the wheel with small, careful movements. A low, rough moan escaped his throat as he flicked the indicator on for a moment, then off again.
“Fuck, Monica… your mouth is so nice. Don’t stop.”

She pulled off with a wet pop and wiped her lower lip with her thumb, still stretched across the console.
“Someone could be watching,” she said quietly, glancing at the road ahead. “Any truck with a high cabin will see exactly what I’m doing…. .”.

Ranga checked both mirrors quickly, then the road.  

“Nothing close by Monica…  Put it back in”

Monica went back down anyway, even slower this time, forcing herself to take him deeper until her nose brushed the thick, sweaty bush. A thick stench of unbelievablly dirty smell swept her off! Monica could not believe herself how she was adjusting to that dirty smell if not anything else. That’s the dirtiest cock she can even think of forget giving a blowjob to. She never knew how men can remain so very dirty, so unhygienic without bathing for days and months. Still she stayed buried there for several long seconds, throat working around him, before she had to rise again, gasping quietly.

“You’re too thick,” she said, voice already rough. “It’s stretching my jaw.”

Ranga’s hand tightened slightly on her hair.  

“And yet you’re still sucking it. Keep going. Long stretch ahead.”

Monica gave a tiny, sarcastic huff and returned to the thick cock, sucking him with the same torturous, wet pace — long downward slides, tight upward pulls, spit running freely over her fingers and into the coarse pubic hair. Every time Ranga had to correct the steering or tap the indicator, a deeper moan rumbled out of him.
“That’s it… just like that,” he groaned under his breath. “Take it deeper than that!”

She did, forcing another inch, eyes watering, then pulled back again to breathe.
“You’re enjoying this way too much for someone who’s supposed to be concentrating on the road,” she whispered, stroking him slowly with her hand while she spoke.

Ranga’s voice came out strained but still cocky.  

“I am concentrating. Don’t worry on how I am driving…you don’t stop for even a fucking second!”
Monica shook her head once, half in disbelief, half in arousal, and lowered her mouth onto him again.

[SilverArrow]

The wet rhythm of Monica’s mouth on him was broken by a sudden, hard brake.
Red lights flared ahead. A long, slow convoy of overloaded trucks had come to a complete stop. Beyond them the red-and-white barrier of a railway level crossing stood down. Somewhere in the distance a train horn blared, low and drawn-out.

Ranga cursed under his breath and brought the car to a halt behind the last truck.


Monica jerked up instantly, a thick string of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the shiny head of his cock. She sat up too fast. The short black dress had already slipped; the deep neckline was open, both breasts fully free, soft and heavy under the dashboard light. She scrambled to yank the fabric up, fingers fumbling with the thin straps and the small red knot. There was almost no time. The dress only half-cooperated.


“Fuck—fuck—” she hissed, tugging hard, trying to cover herself before any light could reach the cabin.

Monica’s fingers worked with frantic speed, pulling the thin straps of her black dress back over her bare shoulders and hitching the soft fabric over her chest. She hastily retied the small red knot under her bust, her breath coming in warm, shallow hitches. Though she managed to cover herself, the plunging cut of the dress left her cleavage deeply exposed, her skin flushed red from the sudden surge of adrenaline and heat. She quickly pulled her dark curls forward, letting them cascade over her shoulders to partially veil her tits as the ambient yellow lights of the railway crossing flooded the cabin.

Ranga quickly fastened his belt and adjusted his trousers, his eyes scanning the side mirrors. "Keep calm," he murmured softly under his breath. "Nobody saw anything."

Before Monica could even catch her breath, a heavy tap sounded against her passenger window.
Outside, a middle-aged truck driver in a dusty vest was standing. Through the glass, the faint wail of an approaching emergency siren echoed down the stagnant convoy line.


Seeing the driver's concerned expression, Monica didn't panic. Recognizing that something serious was happening outside, she took a deep, steadying breath, smoothed down her skirt, and rolled the electric window down halfway.


Bhaiya? Kya hua?" Monica asked, her voice surprisingly steady

The truck driver stepped closer, his eyes briefly registering her disheveled elegance and the deep line of her neckline
"Madam ji, sorry disturbance ke liye," the driver explained politely. "Peeche ek ambulance aayi haHumein thoda truck left side dabana padega ..Aapki car ka side mirror thoda bahar hai, thoda andhar fold kar lo toh mera mudguard easily nikal jayega."

"Achha, bilkul bhaiya," Monica replied instantly..

The barrier finally lifted with a metallic clank.

The red lights of the trucks faded behind them. Ahead, the road stretched black and empty, bordered by dark forest on both sides. Only the occasional distant pair of headlights appeared far ahead and then vanished.
In the back seat Rakesh still snored, mouth open, completely gone.

Monica sat upright, both hands still holding the front of her dress closed. Her heart had not fully settled. The residual heat between her legs had not faded either.

Ranga glanced at her once, then back at the road.

“You handled those drivers well,” he said quietly. “Most women would have panicked.”
Monica let out a short, dry breath.. “Next time you decide to stop at a level crossing, warn me first.”

A stretch of silence followed. The highway hummed under the tyres. Outside, the forest pressed close on both sides of the road. No streetlights. No other cars close enough to matter.
Ranga reached down, unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants. His cock sprang free — still thick, still wet from her earlier spit, the dense bush matted and shiny under the weak dashboard light.

Monica stared at it. “You’re serious??”


“Road’s clear,” he said simply.
“He’s still out. And my head is still heavy from that mix.”

Monica shook her head once, half in disbelief, half in something darker.
“I can’t believe I’m even considering this again.”

“You already did it once. Second time is easier.”

“you are a complete asshole seriously”

She sat there for another few seconds, listening to her husband’s steady snoring, watching the dark road stretch ahead. Then she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned across the console, and took him into her mouth without warning.
She swallowed him deep on the first stroke, throat opening around the thick head, nose pressing into the sweaty bush. A wet, filthy sound filled the quiet cabin, louder than it had any right to be against the soft drone of the engine. Spit ran immediately. She pulled back only far enough to breathe, then forced herself down again, harder, the wet gluck of her throat cutting through the dark.


Ranga’s left hand settled on the back of her head. His right stayed locked on the wheel. The car stayed centred in the lane, but every small correction of the steering made his cock shift slightly against her tongue.
Monica pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva still connecting her lower lip to the shiny head.


"Still tastes like the highway,” she muttered, voice already rough. “Sweat, dust, and whatever else you’ve been carrying around all day.”

She didn’t wait for a reply. Instead of going straight back down, she tilted her head and dragged the flat of her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft all the way up the thick underside, collecting the spit and the musky taste, then swirled it around the head before taking him in again. This time she used her free hand to gently pull his foreskin back further, exposing more of the sensitive ridge, and sucked only on that part with tight, focused pressure.
Ranga’s breathing changed. Monica stayed down the entire time, head buried in his lap, the wet sounds of her mouth the only thing filling the space between the engine and her husband’s snoring.
She released him and muttered against the wet tip,


“Don’t get used to this. I’m only doing it because the alternative is dying in a ditch.”

She went back down, but this time she took only the head between her lips and used her tongue to press hard against the slit, licking in small, deliberate circles while her hand stroked the thick shaft in long, twisting pulls. Spit ran down over her knuckles and into the dense bush. Every few strokes she would suddenly deep-throat him to the root, hold him there until her eyes watered, then pull all the way off and immediately attack the head again with tight, suctioning pulls.


Ranga’s voice came out low and rough.

“Whatever reason you need. Just don’t stop.”

Monica forced herself all the way down until her nose was buried in the sweaty, matted bush, throat convulsing around the thick head, spit overflowing and running down over his balls. She stayed there longer this time, humming softly around him so the vibration traveled straight through his cock, before she had to rise, gasping, a thick rope of saliva still connecting her lips to him. The dashboard light caught the wet shine on her chin. Outside, the forest remained black and still.

“My jaw is already aching,” she said, voice ruined. “And this bush keeps catching on my lipstick. You’re impossible.”


She didn’t wipe the spit away. Instead she used the back of her hand to smear it across the shaft, then immediately took him back into her mouth, using the extra wetness to make every stroke louder and filthier. Her free hand slipped lower, cupping his balls, rolling them gently while her mouth worked the upper half in long, greedy slides. The car hit a slight uneven patch in the road; the movement pushed him deeper for a second and she had to adjust, throat working, before she settled back into the rhythm.
At one point she pulled off completely, sat up just enough to check the back seat, and whispered toward the snoring shape of her husband:

“Still sleeping. At least one of us is getting rest.”


Then she lowered her head again, but this time she turned her face slightly sideways and took him into her cheek, letting the thick head bulge against the soft inside of her mouth so Ranga could feel the different pressure. She held him there, tongue working against the underside, before straightening and deep-throating him again in one smooth motion. Another distant pair of headlights appeared far behind them, grew slowly brighter, then overtook them in a brief wash of white light that flooded the cabin for half a second before vanishing ahead. Monica stayed buried the entire time!.

“Keep the car straight Ranga Anna!”

“I’m watching the road,” he answered, voice strained. “You’re the one making it difficult.”
Ranga’s breathing changed. His hand tightened in her hair. The muscles in his thigh locked under her palm.
“Monica—”

She felt it a second before it happened. The thick pulse against her tongue. She tried to pull back, but his hand held her there for the first heavy spurt. Hot, thick cum flooded her mouth, more than she expected. She gagged softly, eyes watering, and jerked her head up just as the second pulse hit. It striped across her lower lip and chin, then the third caught the upper curve of one breast where the dress had slipped open again.
“Fuck—Ranga!”


He kept cunning heavily. Another thick rope landed across the soft valley between her breasts, warm and sticky against her skin. Monica sat half-upright across the console, one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking out the last few pulses while the rest of it painted her tits and the open neckline of her dress.
Ranga’s voice came out low and rough, still watching the road.

“Don’t stop. Clean it.”

“You absolute animal. You couldn’t warn me two seconds earlier?”


She looked down at herself. Cum streaked her chin, the soft upper slopes of her breasts, and the deep open V of the dress. A thick drop slid slowly down between them and disappeared under the red knot.


“I said clean it. Properly.”

“You’re giving orders now? After unloading half of it on my dress?”

“You started it. Finish it.”


She let out a low, sarcastic breath, then leaned forward and took the sensitive, half-hard head back into her mouth. The taste was stronger now — salt, musk, and the thick residual heat of cum. She sealed her lips around the ridge and sucked slowly, drawing out what was left, tongue working in tight circles under the head. Ranga’s breathing hitched.
“Enough! I feel like puking now…What an absolute bastard you are Anna!”
Ranga kept one hand on the wheel, eyes on the dark road.

“Don’t leave any cum on the bush either.. Clean it off properly”

Monica made a muffled, irritated sound around him that vibrated straight through his cock. She pulled back, looked at the dense, matted hair still shiny with spit and cum, and muttered.
“You’re unbelievable. I’m not a cleaning service.”


But she lowered her head again, this time pressing her tongue flat against the base and dragging it slowly upward through the thick hair, collecting what had caught there. The coarse hair scratched her lips. She did it twice more, thorough and unhurried, until the worst of it was gone, then took the head back into her mouth one last time and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, cleaning every last trace.

“There,” she said, voice ruined. “Consider yourself serviced and polished, Anna. Happy?”
Ranga’s mouth curved slightly.


“Almost. Your chest.”


Monica looked down. The stripes across her breasts were still wet and warm.
“This dress is ruined,” she muttered. “And I can still taste you. Madarchod !”
The car still smelled of sex and the residual hookah. Outside, the forest pressed black on both sides of the road. In the back seat Rakesh snored on, completely unaware.

Monica pulled the neckline of her dress as closed as it would go, smoothed her hair, and stared at the highway ahead.

[SilverArrow]

Hahahah..That's the most gross thing I have heard in a while ....

[shrenik007]

Nice going!!

[drlund]

Awesome

[val.coutinho]

Excellent update..... Too hot..... Too sexy...... What an imagination and writing skills.... Thanks for such a wonderful update

[RANA ROY]

Hot update...................

[ShadowRising321]

Amazing update man

[KingRocks]

Great updates with ranga and monica. Let's see how the dirty play of ranga with monica unfolds in comings chapters. Waiting for me

[Blackdick11]

Another sizzling moment between ranga and monica.
Ngl, the brilliant idea he suggested to keep wake and keeps the blood moving had a much higher chance of actually causing an accident. imagine you’re drunk, driving, and getting your cock deep-throated, how the hell is anyone supposed to keep their eyes on the road while experiencing that kind of real heavenly, ball-draining pleasure? Hope three of them have reached home safely ;)

[xf123]

add some pictures also

[ShadowRising321]

How can Ustad give up on a sexpot like Monica so easily? No difference between him and rakesh