Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

these  kind of  things  happen to people in real life too but  no 1 comes out to tell  ,  any way  life goes on .surprised  to read  this  story

OK Thankyou

[kirak9484]

Will arjun fuck her in college in front of his friends where she destroyed his image and also allow them to fuck her.

Ya sure. Thankyou

[kirak9484]

Superb update kirak.... Beautiful narration... But I thought Arjuns presence  would have humiliated Ananya more... Rohan could have forced Arjun to fuck Ananya, next he would make Ananya lose her panties or bra in college, Arjun could have controlled Ananya much better ... This is just my thinking..... But anyway u r the bigboss kirak.. so far u have detailed everything clearly and kept us guessing... Waiting for next grand update...??????

Thanks

[Paty@123]

Plz update sir

[kirak9484]

Plz update sir

OK sure bro.

[Shabaz123]

Update bro

[pranithaluv]

like humilation happened to me many times

[kirak9484]

like  humilation happened to  me many  times

OK Thankyou..

[kirak9484]

After  troubled....


hot bang of Ananya...




  Ananya sat in the back of the assigned car with her head bowed and her hands tightly clasped in her lap. Every bump in the road sent a dull ache through her thoroughly used body. The driver remained silent. She was grateful. She could not have spoken even if he had tried to make conversation.
When the car finally stopped in front of her building she stepped out on unsteady legs, thanked the driver in a near-whisper, and walked inside. The familiar smell of home hit her like a quiet accusation. She went straight to the bathroom, locked the door, and turned the shower on full.
Hot water cascaded over her shoulders and down her bare back. She stood under the spray for a long time before she even reached for the soap. The heat could not wash away the memory of what had been done to her.
Images rose unbidden and relentless.
Rohan’s thick, veined cock stretching her mouth while Vicky’s tongue worked between her legs.
The blindfold. Payal’s soft but greedy mouth and fingers.
The way they had held her legs open.
The moment she had squirted helplessly onto another woman’s face.
The clear knowledge that her husband had been only a few feet away, listening to every cry, while she broke open for other men.
A sob tore from her throat, loud enough to echo off the bathroom tiles. She pressed both hands over her mouth, but the crying continued — raw, shaking, full of self-disgust.
Rajesh is pure. He is kind. He is innocent.
And I am the worst kind of woman.
She had smiled at him that morning. She had let him believe she was only taking a quiet day off. Meanwhile she had been naked, blindfolded, moaning, and squirting under the hands and mouths of his boss and his boss’s friend. The contrast made her stomach turn. Tears mixed with the shower water and ran down her breasts and stomach. She scrubbed her skin until it was pink, as if she could erase the phantom sensation of thick cocks and soft female tongues, but the memories stayed.
When she finally stepped out she felt hollow. She dried herself slowly, pulled on a simple cotton nighty without underwear, and crawled into their marital bed. Exhaustion pulled her under almost at once. She slept on her side, facing the wall, the faint, residual ache between her legs a constant reminder of the afternoon.
Some time later the front door opened.
Rajesh’s voice called softly through the house.
“Ananya? Ananya…”
No answer. He walked to the bedroom and saw her form under the sheet, breathing evenly. Relief mixed with the lingering, almost painful arousal that had followed him all the way home. The wet sounds, the rising female screams, the image of a married woman being reduced to raw, continuous moans — all of it still pulsed in his blood. He had told himself the woman was a stranger. Yet the question of what Ananya would sound like under the same treatment refused to leave him.
He decided she was safely home. The woman who had screamed and squirted must have been someone else. The thought should have calmed him. Instead it left him even harder.
He stripped quickly, climbed onto the bed, and pulled her into his arms from behind. His mouth found the side of her neck. His hands slid under the nighty and closed over her bare breasts, squeezing with uncharacteristic urgency.
Ananya woke with a soft, startled sound.
“Rajesh…? What… today you are in such a high mood?”
“I don’t know, baby,” he murmured against her skin, already pushing the nighty up. “But today I want to fuck you.”
She was still deeply tired, her body sore and oversensitive from hours of relentless use. Yet the genuine need in his voice made her unwilling to disappoint him. She turned in his arms and let him pull the nighty over her head. His mouth closed over one nipple and sucked hard — harder than he usually did — while his hand pushed between her legs. She was still slightly swollen and wet from earlier; the touch made her flinch, but she opened her thighs for him.
Rajesh did not linger on foreplay. He settled between her legs, guided himself in, and began to thrust at once. Ananya’s eyes fluttered shut. The familiar thin length of her husband felt almost insubstantial after the thick cocks that had stretched her earlier. There was no deep pressure, no overwhelming fullness — only the rapid, eager movement of a man who was already close.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let him take what he needed, soft, tired sounds leaving her throat more for his sake than from real pleasure. His breathing grew ragged within minutes. His hips snapped faster. After barely five minutes he buried his face in her neck with a low groan and came, pulsing weakly inside her.
He stayed on top of her for a moment, panting.
“Sorry… I released so fast today.”
Ananya stroked his back gently and said nothing. She felt the warm, thin spill of his release and the contrast with the powerful, prolonged orgasms that had been forced from her only hours earlier. The difference was almost painful.
Rajesh eventually rolled to the side and pulled her into a loose cuddle, already drifting toward sleep, satisfied and unaware. Ananya lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling, the ache between her legs a quiet reminder of everything he did not know.
A strange, uneasy question rose in her mind and refused to leave.
Why was he so aroused tonight?
Did Vicky or Rohan say something to him?
Did he hear something… or see something?
She turned her face toward the wall again, the soft weight of her husband’s arm across her waist feeling both comforting and accusing. The afternoon’s shame settled deeper into her bones, and sleep, when it finally returned, was thin and troibled

[singamuthupandi]

Did Rajesh find any grip in the pussy after stretched by real man cock. Did he not feel any difference or any marks in her body. He must be blind too

[Paty@123]

He would have identified the loos ness of her cunt, but he is in hurry to release himself after experiencing of hearing sexual mouns in loud and he has been made an impression that it is not his wife though he has got a suspicion

[Paty@123]

Very small update, after a long period, kindly try to give bigger update

[Shabaz123]

Superb update but After such a long time, when the update finally came, I expected a massive one.

[Manikandarajesh]

Super

[Rakul1985]

Very small update, after a long period, kindly try to give bigger update

Yes correct

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Rohan and vicky should make Ananya humiliate Rajesh