05-10-2026, 06:38 PM
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Adultery The Strict wife Swati's humiliation and SubmissionRunning
17-10-2026, 02:03 PM
Today I will update
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21-10-2026, 11:09 AM
22-10-2026, 08:48 AM
Thankyou all
Swati stood frozen in the narrow corridor outside Khan’s room, her bare feet cold against the marble floor. The door was only slightly ajar. Soft yellow light spilled into the hallway, and the sounds coming from inside were impossible to ignore.
Heavy, wet, rhythmic sounds of skin against skin filled the quiet night. Rani’s high, broken moans mixed with Khan’s deep, low grunts. The bed creaked steadily under the force of his thrusts.
“Take it… take it deeper…” Khan’s voice was rough, controlled, almost calm even while he fucked her hard.
Rani’s reply came in gasping, shameless moans.
“Yes… Khan… yes… fuck my cunt deep… the same way you should fuck our Madam… ahhhh… the same way… fill her the way her husband never can…”
Swati’s entire body reacted at once.
A sharp shiver ran down her spine. Heat flooded her lower belly so suddenly that her knees weakened. Her nipples tightened hard against the thin silk of her nightgown. Between her thighs a warm, slick wetness gathered and began to soak the fabric of her panties. She pressed her thighs together, but the pressure only made the ache stronger. Her breathing turned shallow and quick.
She could not move away.
She stayed there in the shadows, listening, her heart hammering. Every dirty word Rani spoke painted vivid pictures in her mind — Khan’s thick, long cock stretching her own married cunt, reaching places Vamsi’s small shaft had never touched. The memory of how he had already fucked her once, how she had come so hard she could barely walk the next morning, returned with brutal clarity. Fresh juices leaked from her, wetting her inner thighs.
Inside the room both of them knew she was there.
Khan’s next words were spoken deliberately, loud enough to carry into the hallway.
“Yes, Rani… I want to penetrate her cunt deep… deeper than her husband’s cock has ever reached. I want to feel that proud, tight married pussy grip me while she moans my name…”
Swati’s body shivered hard. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat — half gasp, half moan. Her soft underarms grew damp. Her deep oval navel tightened. She leaned one shoulder against the wall for support, eyes half-closed, listening as if the words themselves were touching her.
Rani’s moans grew louder, more theatrical.
“Yes… fuck her like that… make her scream… make the tigress beg…”
Then Rani’s voice dropped, playful and knowing.
“I will come now…”
There was a soft rustle of movement. Khan remained standing in the middle of the small room, completely nude. Sweat glistened on his broad, muscular chest and shoulders. His thick, nine-and-a-half-inch cock stood fully erect at a hard ninety-degree angle, shiny with Rani’s juices, veins standing out along the heavy shaft. He made no attempt to cover himself. He simply stood there, breathing steadily, waiting.
Swati’s eyes locked on that massive cock. Her mouth went dry. Her pussy clenched emptily, remembering how it had stretched her. She stayed hidden in the dark corridor, staring, body hot and trembling.
Soft footsteps approached from the side...
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Swati’s eyes locked on that massive cock. Her mouth went dry. Her pussy clenched emptily, remembering how it had stretched her. She stayed hidden in the dark corridor, staring, body hot and trembling.
Soft footsteps approached from the side.
Before Swati could react, warm hands settled lightly on her waist from behind. She stiffened in pure shock. Rani’s soft body pressed gently against her back. The maid’s warm breath brushed the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Madam…” Rani whispered, her voice low and teasing, almost sweet. “Khan is waiting for you…”
Swati’s heart slammed against her ribs. She turned her head slightly, eyes wide. The strict, commanding woman who normally would have slapped the maid or fired her on the spot felt only a dizzy wave of heat. The touch of another woman’s hands on her body was completely new. It sent strange, electric sparks across her skin. She could not find the anger that should have risen. She was spellbound — caught between shame, shock, and a deep, rising excitement that made her thighs press together harder....
![[Image: c8ff378936854b37b89128583cfd888f.gif]](https://i.ibb.co/Q3jMc8t3/c8ff378936854b37b89128583cfd888f.gif)
Rani felt the lack of resistance and took quiet confidence from it.
She leaned closer. Her soft lips brushed the outer shell of Swati’s ear in a slow, deliberate kiss. The first intimate touch of another woman in Swati’s life. Swati shivered violently. A soft, helpless sound left her throat.
Rani’s hands slid slowly along the curve of Swati’s soft waist, fingers spreading, feeling the warm silk and the body beneath it. She kissed the side of Swati’s neck — light, open-mouthed kisses that made the skin prickle. Her tongue flicked once against the sensitive spot just below the ear.
“Do you want Khan’s dick in your married cunt, Madam…?” Rani whispered, her voice pure silk and sin.
Swati’s body shook. Her mind raced in chaotic fragments.
How is this happening? I am a strict married woman… Assistant CEO… how can I stand here and let my own maid touch me like this…?
Yet her nipples were painfully hard, scbanging against the thin fabric of her bra. Her panties were soaked. Every soft kiss on her neck made fresh wetness leak from her.
Rani’s hands moved higher, still gentle, still testing. She found the thin ribbon that held the front of Swati’s nightgown closed. With slow, deliberate fingers she pulled the knot. The ribbon loosened. The soft silk began to slip.
![[Image: ba18dca6ec3c492aa5cff7a05cde764e.gif]](https://i.ibb.co/xSTWS3yk/ba18dca6ec3c492aa5cff7a05cde764e.gif)
Yet her nipples were painfully hard, scbanging against the thin fabric of her bra. Her panties were soaked. Every soft kiss on her neck made fresh wetness leak from her.
Rani’s hands moved higher, still gentle, still testing. She found the thin ribbon that held the front of Swati’s nightgown closed. With slow, deliberate fingers she pulled the knot. The ribbon loosened. The soft silk began to slip.
Swati felt the cool air touch her skin as the gown loosened. She did not stop it. She stood trembling, breathing fast, eyes half-closed, completely under the spell of the moment.
Rani pulled the ribbon fully free. The nightgown slid down Swati’s shoulders, then her arms, then her waist, pooling softly around her bare feet.
Swati stood in the dim corridor in only her white lace bra and matching panties. The bra pushed her full breasts up and together. The thin panties were visibly wet at the center, clinging to the soft mound of her pussy. Her smooth, oiled skin glowed under the faint light. Her deep oval navel was fully exposed. Her soft underarms were damp.
Rani’s hands returned to her waist, then slid slowly upward over the bare skin of her stomach, stopping just under the underwire of the bra. She kissed Swati’s neck again, slower this time, while her fingers traced light circles on the soft skin.
“Look at him, Madam…” Rani whispered against her ear. “Look how hard he is… waiting for you. He already knows how your cunt feels… how it grips him… how it comes so hard around his thick cock…”
Swati’s eyes stayed locked on Khan’s nude body and the heavy, upright cock that glistened in the light. Her breathing was open-mouthed now. Soft, shaky moans slipped from her lips without her permission.
“Hhhmmmm…”
Rani smiled against her neck and continued the slow teasing. One hand slid higher and cupped the underside of Swati’s full breast through the bra, thumb brushing the hard nipple. The other hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the edge of the wet panties.
“Your body is already answering, Madam… You are so wet just from listening to us… from watching him… Do you want to go to him? Do you want that long, thick cock deep inside your married cunt again…?”
![[Image: 18b6e52c47ae402e880c700ff9907960.gif]](https://i.ibb.co/DfPFbQ3v/18b6e52c47ae402e880c700ff9907960.gif)
Swati’s only answer was another broken, shivering moan. Her head tipped slightly back against Rani’s shoulder. The strict tigress was melting under the combined assault of memory, dirty words, the sight of Khan’s naked body, and the soft, unprecedented touch of her maid.
Rani kissed the corner of her jaw and whispered one last time, voice full of quiet triumph and invitation:
“He is waiting… and so am I…”
Swati stood there in the corridor, semi-nude, trembling, soaked, and completely spellbound, staring at the man who had already ruined her once — while her own maid held her from behind and offered her more.
Swati stood frozen in the narrow corridor outside Khan’s room, her bare feet cold against the marble floor. The door was only slightly ajar. Soft yellow light spilled into the hallway, and the sounds coming from inside were impossible to ignore.
Heavy, wet, rhythmic sounds of skin against skin filled the quiet night. Rani’s high, broken moans mixed with Khan’s deep, low grunts. The bed creaked steadily under the force of his thrusts.
“Take it… take it deeper…” Khan’s voice was rough, controlled, almost calm even while he fucked her hard.
Rani’s reply came in gasping, shameless moans.
“Yes… Khan… yes… fuck my cunt deep… the same way you should fuck our Madam… ahhhh… the same way… fill her the way her husband never can…”
Swati’s entire body reacted at once.
A sharp shiver ran down her spine. Heat flooded her lower belly so suddenly that her knees weakened. Her nipples tightened hard against the thin silk of her nightgown. Between her thighs a warm, slick wetness gathered and began to soak the fabric of her panties. She pressed her thighs together, but the pressure only made the ache stronger. Her breathing turned shallow and quick.
She could not move away.
She stayed there in the shadows, listening, her heart hammering. Every dirty word Rani spoke painted vivid pictures in her mind — Khan’s thick, long cock stretching her own married cunt, reaching places Vamsi’s small shaft had never touched. The memory of how he had already fucked her once, how she had come so hard she could barely walk the next morning, returned with brutal clarity. Fresh juices leaked from her, wetting her inner thighs.
Inside the room both of them knew she was there.
Khan’s next words were spoken deliberately, loud enough to carry into the hallway.
“Yes, Rani… I want to penetrate her cunt deep… deeper than her husband’s cock has ever reached. I want to feel that proud, tight married pussy grip me while she moans my name…”
Swati’s body shivered hard. A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat — half gasp, half moan. Her soft underarms grew damp. Her deep oval navel tightened. She leaned one shoulder against the wall for support, eyes half-closed, listening as if the words themselves were touching her.
Rani’s moans grew louder, more theatrical.
“Yes… fuck her like that… make her scream… make the tigress beg…”
Then Rani’s voice dropped, playful and knowing.
“I will come now…”
There was a soft rustle of movement. Khan remained standing in the middle of the small room, completely nude. Sweat glistened on his broad, muscular chest and shoulders. His thick, nine-and-a-half-inch cock stood fully erect at a hard ninety-degree angle, shiny with Rani’s juices, veins standing out along the heavy shaft. He made no attempt to cover himself. He simply stood there, breathing steadily, waiting.
Swati’s eyes locked on that massive cock. Her mouth went dry. Her pussy clenched emptily, remembering how it had stretched her. She stayed hidden in the dark corridor, staring, body hot and trembling.
Soft footsteps approached from the side...
Swati’s eyes locked on that massive cock. Her mouth went dry. Her pussy clenched emptily, remembering how it had stretched her. She stayed hidden in the dark corridor, staring, body hot and trembling.
Soft footsteps approached from the side.
Before Swati could react, warm hands settled lightly on her waist from behind. She stiffened in pure shock. Rani’s soft body pressed gently against her back. The maid’s warm breath brushed the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Madam…” Rani whispered, her voice low and teasing, almost sweet. “Khan is waiting for you…”
Swati’s heart slammed against her ribs. She turned her head slightly, eyes wide. The strict, commanding woman who normally would have slapped the maid or fired her on the spot felt only a dizzy wave of heat. The touch of another woman’s hands on her body was completely new. It sent strange, electric sparks across her skin. She could not find the anger that should have risen. She was spellbound — caught between shame, shock, and a deep, rising excitement that made her thighs press together harder....
Rani felt the lack of resistance and took quiet confidence from it.
She leaned closer. Her soft lips brushed the outer shell of Swati’s ear in a slow, deliberate kiss. The first intimate touch of another woman in Swati’s life. Swati shivered violently. A soft, helpless sound left her throat.
Rani’s hands slid slowly along the curve of Swati’s soft waist, fingers spreading, feeling the warm silk and the body beneath it. She kissed the side of Swati’s neck — light, open-mouthed kisses that made the skin prickle. Her tongue flicked once against the sensitive spot just below the ear.
“Do you want Khan’s dick in your married cunt, Madam…?” Rani whispered, her voice pure silk and sin.
Swati’s body shook. Her mind raced in chaotic fragments.
How is this happening? I am a strict married woman… Assistant CEO… how can I stand here and let my own maid touch me like this…?
Yet her nipples were painfully hard, scbanging against the thin fabric of her bra. Her panties were soaked. Every soft kiss on her neck made fresh wetness leak from her.
Rani’s hands moved higher, still gentle, still testing. She found the thin ribbon that held the front of Swati’s nightgown closed. With slow, deliberate fingers she pulled the knot. The ribbon loosened. The soft silk began to slip.
Yet her nipples were painfully hard, scbanging against the thin fabric of her bra. Her panties were soaked. Every soft kiss on her neck made fresh wetness leak from her.
Rani’s hands moved higher, still gentle, still testing. She found the thin ribbon that held the front of Swati’s nightgown closed. With slow, deliberate fingers she pulled the knot. The ribbon loosened. The soft silk began to slip.
Swati felt the cool air touch her skin as the gown loosened. She did not stop it. She stood trembling, breathing fast, eyes half-closed, completely under the spell of the moment.
Rani pulled the ribbon fully free. The nightgown slid down Swati’s shoulders, then her arms, then her waist, pooling softly around her bare feet.
Swati stood in the dim corridor in only her white lace bra and matching panties. The bra pushed her full breasts up and together. The thin panties were visibly wet at the center, clinging to the soft mound of her pussy. Her smooth, oiled skin glowed under the faint light. Her deep oval navel was fully exposed. Her soft underarms were damp.
Rani’s hands returned to her waist, then slid slowly upward over the bare skin of her stomach, stopping just under the underwire of the bra. She kissed Swati’s neck again, slower this time, while her fingers traced light circles on the soft skin.
“Look at him, Madam…” Rani whispered against her ear. “Look how hard he is… waiting for you. He already knows how your cunt feels… how it grips him… how it comes so hard around his thick cock…”
Swati’s eyes stayed locked on Khan’s nude body and the heavy, upright cock that glistened in the light. Her breathing was open-mouthed now. Soft, shaky moans slipped from her lips without her permission.
“Hhhmmmm…”
Rani smiled against her neck and continued the slow teasing. One hand slid higher and cupped the underside of Swati’s full breast through the bra, thumb brushing the hard nipple. The other hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the edge of the wet panties.
“Your body is already answering, Madam… You are so wet just from listening to us… from watching him… Do you want to go to him? Do you want that long, thick cock deep inside your married cunt again…?”
Swati’s only answer was another broken, shivering moan. Her head tipped slightly back against Rani’s shoulder. The strict tigress was melting under the combined assault of memory, dirty words, the sight of Khan’s naked body, and the soft, unprecedented touch of her maid.
Rani kissed the corner of her jaw and whispered one last time, voice full of quiet triumph and invitation:
“He is waiting… and so am I…”
Swati stood there in the corridor, semi-nude, trembling, soaked, and completely spellbound, staring at the man who had already ruined her once — while her own maid held her from behind and offered her more.
23-10-2026, 03:20 PM
Super erotic. The arrogant Swati now trapped by Rani and Khan
25-10-2026, 12:59 AM
Really fantastic, superb, mind blowing and very dashing update!!!!!
01-11-2026, 03:18 PM
Dear author, Story seems to be deviating from revenge and sex slave to emotional connect. Include more hardcore for Swathi like giving punishments, piss drinking, cum shots, rope tying, piercing, needle play on boobs, making her to hold piss for a day and other bdsm stuff
04-11-2026, 07:27 AM
04-11-2026, 07:28 AM
(01-11-2026, 03:18 PM)Amritha Valli Wrote: Dear author, Story seems to be deviating from revenge and sex slave to emotional connect. Include more hardcore for Swathi like giving punishments, piss drinking, cum shots, rope tying, piercing, needle play on boobs, making her to hold piss for a day and other bdsm stuff
Thankyou so much. OK I will consider
04-11-2026, 07:29 AM
04-11-2026, 07:30 AM
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