Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

[girrich9486]

Will Nisha cut off the cocks of pandey chris and Tony or happily enjoy the fuck and get impregnated with a bastard child.

Thankyou

[girrich9486]

Super. Seeing the video nisha will get itch in her pussy to take in those big cocks. They are more than doubled in size of her useless husband

Thankyou

[kirak9484]

Super. Seeing the video nisha will get itch in her pussy to take in those big cocks. They are more than doubled in size of her useless husband

Yes right.

[kirak9484]

But good story. Nice.. Hope don't too wild

[Shabaz123]

Hot mind blowing update.....The updates you share are absolutely fantastic.....

[shagabudeen]

Excellent writing

[Nesamanikumar]

Very good

[girrich9486]

But good story. Nice.. Hope don't too wild

Thankyoy

[girrich9486]

Hot mind blowing update.....The updates you share are absolutely fantastic.....

Thankyou so much bro

[girrich9486]

Nisha hot underarm...

[Shabaz123]

Nisha hot underarm...

Hot.....wating next update bro

[girrich9486]

Hot.....wating next update bro

Thankyou.. Today I will post update. Tq

[Arya321]

Please update. And make Nisha how they will use her..

[Shabaz123]

Waiting next update bro

[Shabaz123]

Waiting update bro

[girrich9486]

Saamne Nisha ka submission to Pandey and gang.....



Thankyou.. Some busy so yesterday not updated

[Shabaz123]

Superb 

Saamne Nisha ka submission to Pandey and gang.....



Thankyou.. Some busy so yesterday not updated

Superb.....

[Chinni9]

Plse update

[girrich9486]

Thankyou alll




The Notification
Nisha was in the bathroom. The sound of running water and the soft movement of the shower curtain filled the small space. Steam drifted under the door into the bedroom.
Rajesh sat on the edge of the bed with his laptop open on his knees, working through a set of delayed project files. Nisha’s mobile lay face-up on the mattress beside him, close enough that the screen lit up clearly when a new notification arrived.
The phone vibrated once. The preview showed an unknown number and a video attachment. Rajesh glanced at it, then, because the message was open on the lock screen, the video began to play automatically at low volume.
The image was sharp. Vidya lay on a wide bed, completely bare, legs open. A man’s body moved between her thighs in a strong, steady rhythm. His face was deliberately blurred, but the rest of him was clear. Vidya’s face was not blurred. Her eyes were half-closed, mouth open, expression openly lost in the sensation. Loud, continuous moans of pleasure came from the speaker — high, unbroken sounds of a woman taking exactly what she being fucked by goons.
“Haa… haaa… ahhhh… Nooooo pls...... Not i can't take...... much..... …”
Rajesh froze. His fingers stopped on the keyboard. For two full minutes he stared at the screen, unable to look away. The camera angle shifted slightly; the blurred-faced man turned toward the lens for a moment as if acknowledging it, then continued. Vidya’s hands gripped the sheets with handcuffs her hands to bed post.

Her back arched. Every sound she made was of un willing, intense pleasure. There was no escape completely surrender. — only the clear, recorded enjoyment of the act.and finally the man took one mask and seeing towards camera and told next you only.... Ended  video...
The video ended as abruptly as it had started. The screen returned to the message thread. The unknown number sat there with no name and no further text.


Rajesh’s heart was beating hard. He set the laptop aside. Questions crowded in at once: Who sent this to who is she? ? Why? How did they have her number? Why the fucking her — the same officer who had gone to the island — was in that video,??

He was still holding the phone when the bathroom door opened.
Nisha stepped out with a towel wrapped around her body, hair damp, skin still warm from the water. She saw her husband’s face first — pale, tight, eyes fixed on her mobile.
“What happened?” she asked.
Rajesh did not answer immediately. He turned the phone toward her and replayed the video without speaking.
Nisha’s expression changed the moment Vidya’s face and the loud moans filled the quiet bedroom. She took the phone from his hand, watched the full two minutes in silence, then lowered it. Her own breathing had gone shallow.
“This is Vidya,” she said, more to herself than to him. “She’s… she’s taking it unwillingly and punishing her by giving various torture to her.. . And  filmed this? And they send   it come to my number.. Because I some of the members arrested from their goons. ”
Rajesh stood up.
“That’s what I don’t understand. Why you involve in everything. unknown number. No message. Just the video. Someone wanted you to see it.”
Nisha sat down slowly on the bed, still in the towel, the phone resting in her lap. The earlier ease of the evening had disappeared. The recording of her colleague’s open,pain and pleasure pleasure had arrived like a message — deliberate, targeted, and impossible to ignore.
She looked up at her husband.
“We need to find out who sent this. And we need to know if Vidya is safe… or if this is something else entirely.”
The bedroom stayed quiet except for the fading sound of water dripping in the bathroom. The video had ended, but the questions it created had only just begun.

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Rajesh stood in front of her, the phone still in her lap, the last frame of the video already gone from the screen. His voice was quiet but tight.
“Nisha… what happened? Who is she? Why is this video coming to your phone?”
Nisha looked down at the dark screen for a long moment. The towel was still wrapped around her. Water from her hair left small dark spots on the fabric. When she finally spoke, her voice was steady, but the weight underneath it was clear.
“She is Vidya. My close friend. We trained together. She has helped me more times than I can count. When I was about to lose an important posting years ago, she was the one who stood with me and made sure the file moved. If she had not helped me then, I would not be where I am today.”
Rajesh waited. He could see there was more.
Nisha continued.
“When the island mission came — the one against the big network — the higher officials first gave it to me. I was ready to go. Then the marriage date was fixed. My mother was pleading. I postponed the mission. They sent Vidya and Pratap in my place. She went because I stepped back for the wedding. That is the truth.”
She lifted her eyes to his.
“I have been living here with you, with the family, while she was inside that place. Now this video arrives. She is alive. She is… participating willingly in what we saw. But someone sent it to me on purpose. That means she is still under their control, or at least still inside their reach. I cannot sit here and do nothing. It is my responsibility. She took the mission that was originally mine. She helped me when I needed it. Now it is burning me every single day that I am safe and she is there.”
Rajesh’s face had gone serious. He sat down slowly on the edge of the bed beside her.
“You mean… you will go there?”
Nisha did not look away.
“Yes, Rajesh. I cannot tolerate this. It is burning me. I have to go. At any cost I have to find a way to bring her out. I cannot leave her there after everything.”
The room stayed quiet. Outside, the ordinary sounds of the evening continued — a scooter passing, a distant television — but inside the bedroom the decision had already begun to form. Nisha’s hand closed around the phone. The towel slipped slightly on her shoulder. She made no move to adjust it. Her mind was already turning toward the island, toward the network she had once been assigned to destroy, and toward the friend who had gone in her place.
Rajesh reached out and covered her hand with his.
“Then we will talk about how. Carefully. But I understand why you have to go.”
Nisha nodded once. The softness of the married life she had been living for the past weeks was still present in the room, but a harder line had returned to her eyes — the same line that had made Ashok walk through the market and that had kept her from looking away from the video of Vidya.
The next steps would be difficult. The decision itself, however, was already made...


Rajesh’s hand was still covering hers when the real fear pushed through.
“Nisha… listen to me. If you also get caught, then what? I just watched that video. I saw your friend’s position… the situation she is in. The way they had her. If the same people get you…”
He stopped. The images from the two-minute recording were still sharp behind his eyes — Vidya’s open mouth, the strong rhythm of the man’s body, the loud, unbroken moans of pleasure that had filled the quiet bedroom only minutes earlier. He could not stop the replay. Every time he blinked, the same sequence returned.
Nisha looked at him and, unexpectedly, gave a short, low laugh. It was not careless. It carried the hard confidence of the officer who had made Ashok walk through the market in daylight.
“No need to worry, Rajesh. I can take care of myself. I have done this before. I will go in carefully, I will arrest the people who need to be arrested, and I will bring Vidya out. That is the only ending I will accept.”
She squeezed his hand once, then stood up. The towel shifted on her body as she moved. Damp hair clung to the back of her neck. She walked to the cupboard, still speaking over her shoulder.
“I know what the video showed. She looked willing in that moment. But someone sent it to my phone on purpose. That is a message. I will answer it the only way I know.”
Rajesh remained seated on the bed. His mind refused to leave the recording. He kept seeing Vidya’s face lost in the intensity, the blurred man above her, the way her body had accepted every thrust with open, recorded pleasure. The same network that had produced that video was the one Nisha now intended to walk back into. The contrast made his stomach tight — his wife, still warm from the bath, speaking with calm certainty about entering the same world that had filmed her friend like that.
He rubbed his face with both hands.
“I trust you,” he said finally, voice lower. “I have always trusted you. Just… don’t forget that I am here. And that the video is still in my head.”
Nisha turned back toward him. For a moment the tough officer and the wife occupied the same expression. She came closer, rested one hand on his shoulder, and spoke more quietly.
“I know. That is why I am telling you the truth instead of hiding it. I have to go. But I am not going in blind, and I am not going in alone if I can help it. We will plan the next steps properly.”
Rajesh nodded, though the images from the phone still played behind his eyes whenever the room fell silent. Nisha’s determination was absolute. His fear was equally real. Between them, on the bed, the mobile lay dark again — the two-minute recording finished, yet its effect still moving through both of them in different ways.
The decision had been spoken. The worry remained. And the video of Vidya, willing and loud and captured, continued its quiet loop inside Rajesh’s mind while his wife began to prepare for the path that led back toward the island....




Rajesh pulled Nisha into his arms with sudden force. The towel was still damp against his chest. Her soft, full breasts pressed into him, the nipples already half-tight from the cool air after the bath. For a second the hug was only emotion — fear, love, the weight of the decision she had just spoken.
Then she felt the change.
His cock was completely hard, thick and rigid, straining against his trousers and pushing firmly into the soft give of her lower stomach. The heat of it was unmistakable. Nisha’s breath caught. They had been talking about Vidya, about danger, about the island — and yet he was rock-hard against her, pulsing once as if the conversation itself had fed it.
She tilted her face up.
“Rajesh…?”
He answered by crushing his mouth to hers. The kiss was deep, almost desperate, tongue sliding against hers with none of the usual patience. One hand yanked the towel open and let it fall. His palm closed over her heavy breast, squeezing the soft flesh, thumb scbanging roughly across the nipple until it stood tight and dark. The other hand gripped her bare ass and pulled her harder against the outline of his cock.
“Come here.”
He pushed her onto the bed. There was no slow undressing, no careful worship. He shoved his trousers down just far enough. His cock sprang free, flushed and fully stiff, the head already wet. He spread her thighs with his knees, dragged two fingers through her slit, and found her only beginning to slick. He did not wait. He lined up and thrust in to the root in one strong push.
“Ahhh—!”
Nisha’s back arched sharply. The sudden stretch made her cry out. Rajesh groaned against her neck and began to fuck her with short, powerful strokes — deeper and faster than he had ever been in the four months of their marriage. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the room. Her full breasts bounced hard with every impact. He caught one in his mouth and sucked the nipple with rough, open pulls while his hips kept slamming forward.
“Hnnn… Rajesh… slow— ahhh…”
He did not slow. The images from the video were still burning behind his eyes: Vidya’s open mouth, the blurred man pounding into her, the loud unbroken moans of a woman taking it willingly and hard. The same intensity had transferred onto the body beneath him. He fucked Nisha as if he could outrun the fantasy by burying himself inside his own wife instead.
Her legs wrapped around him. Her nails dug into his shoulders. The surprise in her moans gradually shifted into matching heat. She lifted her hips to meet the rough rhythm, breasts rising and falling, soft stomach flexing under his weight. The bed frame knocked lightly against the wall.
He lasted barely five minutes. His thrusts turned erratic, his breath broke, and he drove in to the hilt with a guttural sound as he came hard — pulsing deep, flooding her while his whole body shook. He kept thrusting through it, shorter and tighter, until the last spasm left him.
He collapsed onto her, still buried inside, both of them slick with sweat. Nisha’s chest heaved under him. Her fingers slowly loosened on his back.
For a long moment only their breathing filled the room. Then she spoke, voice husky and genuinely surprised.
“Rajesh… today you fucked me with so much speed. In these four months you never went this hard or finished this fast. Why?”
He stayed quiet against her neck. The honest answer was still playing in his head on a loop: the video of Vidya taking that thick cock with open, recorded pleasure, and the darker, unwanted picture of Nisha in the same position — legs open, moaning the same way, being used with the same force. That was what had made him painfully hard while they were still discussing the mission. That was what had driven him to take his own wife like this.
He could not say it.
Instead he gave the partial truth, voice rough.
“You’re going there. Into that place. I needed to feel you… like this. Before you leave.”
Nisha’s hand stroked the back of his head. She did not fully accept the answer, but she felt the real fear underneath it. She let the silence stay. Rajesh remained inside her a little longer, cock still twitching with aftershocks, the forbidden images refusing to leave even while he held the woman he loved.
When he finally pulled out, the wet sound was soft and final. The conversation about the island, about Vidya, about the danger, was still waiting for them. The five minutes of sudden, intense fucking lay between them now — unexplained in full, but felt by both...



Nisha lay still for a short time after they finished, half-accepting the answer Rajesh had given her. The urgency in his body had been real; the full reason still felt incomplete. She kissed his shoulder once, then rose from the bed.
“I’m going to shower again.”
She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The sound of water started almost immediately.
Rajesh remained on the bed, heart still beating harder than usual. The images from the video would not leave him. After a moment he reached for Nisha’s phone, transferred the short recording to his own mobile, then placed her phone back exactly where it had been. He opened the file on his screen and, for a few private seconds, let his eyes move over Vidya’s face, the shape of her body, the open expressions of pleasure the camera had captured. The same heat that had driven him earlier stirred again.
The bathroom door handle turned.
He locked his phone and set it face-down at his side just as Nisha stepped out, a fresh towel around her. She glanced at him for a moment — something in his posture or the way he had moved the phone registered — but she did not ask. The larger decision had already settled in her mind.
She dressed in simple clothes and began packing a small bag. Five days of personal leave had already been arranged through official channels so that no one at the station would know the real purpose. She moved with quiet efficiency: documents, a change of clothes, the minimum she would need.
When she was ready she stood in front of Rajesh.
“I’m leaving tonight. Officially it’s personal leave. No one else needs to know where I’m going.”
Rajesh rose and held her for a long moment without speaking. The fear was still present, but so was the understanding that he would not change her mind.
Before she left the city she made one more stop.
Priya opened the door looking tired and surprised. A small child could be heard somewhere inside the house. Nisha stepped in only far enough to speak quietly and clearly.
“Priya, I’m going to the island. Vidya is still there. I have to bring her out. The people responsible… I will deal with them. Please take care of your child, your husband, and keep an eye on Rajesh while I’m gone. I think some of the pressure we’ve been feeling started from that side.”
Priya’s face changed at once.
“Didi, no. Please. Those people are far more dangerous than you think. Leave it. Don’t go alone.”
Nisha shook her head once.
“I can’t leave her there. She went in my place. This is my responsibility now.”
She spoke a short goodbye to Raghu as well, then returned to Rajesh for the final farewell. The hug was tight and silent. No long speeches remained.
A few hours later Nisha was on the road that would eventually lead her back toward the island and the network that still held her friend. Behind her, Rajesh stood in the quiet flat with the knowledge of where she was going and the private weight of the video he had kept. Ahead of her, the real work of finding Vidya and facing the people who controlled that place was only beginning....