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

[Shabaz123]

Thankyou alll...



Continues..... recall previous one.


Rajesh had just stepped closer, ready to kneel between her spread legs, when his phone vibrated silently on the side table. He glanced at the screen. Office. Emergency.
He answered, keeping his voice low. “Yeah, talk.”
The project lead’s tense voice came through. “Sir, the final file is missing from the shared drive. Client is waiting. You have the only hard copy. I’m already on the way to your house. Just come outside and hand it over. Five minutes, max.”
Rajesh’s jaw tightened. He cursed under his breath, still holding the phone. “Alright. I’m coming out. File is ready.”
He kept talking for another half-minute—confirming the exact copy, the password note, the delivery point—while Nisha stood bound and blindfolded a few feet away, breathing fast, completely unaware of the sudden change.
When the call ended, Rajesh moved quickly. He grabbed the night track pants and a shirt from the chair and began dressing. As he pulled the shirt over his head he spoke to her for the first time since the phone rang.
“Nisha… I have to step outside for a bit. The guy is coming to the house for the project file. I’ll just stand at the gate, hand it over, and come straight back.”
Her head turned toward his voice. Soft, confused breaths left her open mouth.
“Rajesh… first take these off,” she whispered. “Please. It’s been too long already. Uncuff me.”
He stepped closer, still buttoning his shirt, and leaned near her ear. His voice was low, casual, almost teasing.
“Hold on, yaar. Just five minutes. That’s all. Enough time for me to come back. Stay exactly like this.”
Nisha’s breath hitched. “Rajesh… don’t leave me like this. Please remove the cuffs. I can’t—”
“Shh.” He cut her off softly, already moving toward the door. “Five minutes. Promise. I’ll be right outside.”
Her voice rose, sharp with sudden panic and frustrated arousal mixed together. “Take them off! Right now! Don’t go leaving me like this! Rajesh—!”
He didn’t answer. He simply finished dressing, picked up the folder from the side table, and walked to the door. He paused only long enough to pull it shut behind him. The soft click of the latch echoed in the quiet room. He didn’t lock it. The door could still be opened from the outside without a key.
“Just five minutes,” he said through the wood, almost like a promise. Then his footsteps faded down the corridor toward the front gate.
Nisha stayed exactly as he had left her—naked, arms stretched wide to the two poles, blindfolded, breasts rising and falling fast, pussy wet and exposed under the soft bedroom light. Soft, confused, restless breaths left her open mouth. She could not see. She could not lower her arms. She could only stand there in her erotic nightmare, counting the seconds, waiting for the five minutes that suddenly felt endless.
Raghu watched every second on the live feed. The moment he saw Rajesh step out of the front door and walk toward the gate with the folder in hand, a wild thrill shot through him.
Wow… what a damn lucky chance… only five minutes…
He slipped out of his own room without a sound, barefoot, cock still hard and leaking against his stomach. The corridor was dark. Nisha’s bedroom door stood shut but unlocked. Raghu pushed it open slowly, just enough, and stepped inside.
The real sight hit him harder than any camera feed.
Nisha stood naked between the two poles, wrists locked high and wide, black cloth covering her eyes, full 36 breasts bare and heavy, black nipples still wet, soft belly and navel exposed, her shaved pussy glistening under the light. Her body trembled slightly. Soft, helpless, impatient breaths left her mouth. She had no idea anyone had entered.
Raghu froze in the doorway, heart slamming, staring at the living erotic nightmare of his strict Madam—tied, blind, left alone for “just five minutes,” and completely at the mercy of whoever chose to step closer....

Excellent ..Superb update ...It seems you have corrected your mistake now... reading this, Rajesh’s departure—leaving Nisha tied up and naked like that—now makes logical sense.

[girrich9486]

Her full 36 breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. The black nipples were still slightly wet from earlier. Her pierced navel caught the light. Between her thighs the soft, clean-shaven mound of her pussy already showed a faint sheen of wetness.
Raghu’s cock throbbed hard against his stomach. He set his phone on the low table beside the bed, switched it to continuous recording, and angled the lens so that every part of her body would stay in frame. Then he stepped closer.
His hands were shaking. He lifted them slowly until his fingers brushed the soft inner skin of her left arm. He leaned in. His nose hovered just beneath the warm hollow of her armpit. The faint scent of her perfume and clean sweat filled his head. He pressed his mouth there and kissed with open, deliberate passion, tongue dragging through the smooth crease.
A soft sound escaped Nisha’s lips.
“Hmmm… shhh…”
She thought it was still her husband. The blindfold kept the truth from her. Raghu kissed the other armpit with the same slow hunger, tasting the warm skin, feeling her body tremble under the cuffs. Then he moved behind her.
His hands came around and seized both heavy breasts at once, pressing them hard together, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. Nisha’s head tipped back.
“Ahhhh… uffff…”
He squeezed again, rougher, then bent over her shoulder and sucked the right nipple into his mouth, pulling hard, tongue flicking the stiff black peak. He switched to the left, sucking with the same greedy force. Nisha’s body arched as much as the poles allowed. Her moans grew thicker. She was already high with arousal, the rough handling only pushing her further.
Raghu released her breasts and knelt in front of her. From this angle her entire body was a living erotic picture—arms locked wide, breasts still marked by his hands, soft belly, the deep pierced navel, the clean-shaven cunt. He had seen his wife Priya naked a hundred times. Nisha’s body was different: fuller, softer, more openly sensual under the light. He stared at the small silver ring in her navel. He leaned forward and kissed it, then gently caught the ring between his teeth and tugged.
“Uffffffff… Rajesh… slow…”
The name left her mouth in a broken moan. She still believed it was her husband. Raghu looked up at her face—lips parted, cheeks flushed, the blindfold dark against her skin—and felt a deep, dark satisfaction. He watched every expression while his mouth returned to her navel, licking, sucking, tugging the piercing again.
His hands slid down her thighs. He lifted her right leg carefully and placed her foot on the low stool beside the dressing table. The position opened her completely. Her clean-shaven cunt was fully visible now—the soft outer lips, the pink inner folds already glistening, the tight entrance twitching under the light. He leaned in and gave one slow, deliberate lick, just the flat of his tongue brushing the wet seam.
Nisha’s whole body shivered. A soft gasp left her. She tried to close her leg, but Raghu held it open. He licked again, slower, tasting the first real wetness of her. Then he pushed one finger inside.
“Hmmmmm… hmmmmm… haaaa…”
The moan was immediate and deep. Her inner walls clenched around the single finger. Raghu watched her face while he slowly worked the finger in and out, feeling how wet she already was. He needed both hands free and a better view. He looked around, found a length of soft rope in the open drawer of the dressing table, and quickly secured her raised right ankle to the upper part of the nearest pole so the leg stayed high and open. Now her pussy and the tight dark ring of her anus were completely exposed to the camera and to his eyes...






Nisha’s breathing turned fast and shallow. She was fully aroused, fully exposed, still blind, still believing her husband was the one touching her. Raghu picked up the phone again and brought it close to her face. The lens captured her biting her lower lip, the soft flush on her cheeks, the way her mouth opened on every breath. He moved the phone slowly down—across her full, heavy breasts, lingering on the black nipples, then over the soft curve of her stomach and the pierced navel, and finally between her spread thighs. The camera framed her open, dripping cunt in perfect close-up.
He set the phone back on the table at the right angle so the recording continued, then pushed two fingers inside her at once.
“Huuggggg… uffff… nooooo… pls slow…”
The protest was weak, breathless. Juices immediately coated his fingers and began to run down the back of his hand. He fucked her with those two fingers in a steady, hard rhythm, watching the pink folds stretch and cling, watching the wetness drip. At the same time his other hand held the phone steady so every thrust, every drop, every tremble of her body was captured.
Nisha’s head rolled against the blindfold. Her free leg shook. The cuffs rattled softly as her arms strained. The wet sound of his fingers thrusting into her open cunt filled the quiet bedroom.
“Hmmmmm… nnnnhhh… ohhh god……”
Her moans grew louder, less controlled. Raghu added a third finger for a moment, stretching her further, then returned to two and curled them against the soft front wall while his thumb pressed her clit. The combination made her hips jerk helplessly against the rope that held her leg high. More clear juice spilled over his fingers and down the inside of her thigh.
He leaned in and licked the dripping folds while his fingers continued to thrust. The taste of her coated his tongue. Nisha’s cries turned high and broken.
“Uffff… haaaaa… Rajesh… too much… ahhh…”
Still the wrong name. Still the blind trust. Raghu’s cock ached, but he ignored it. He wanted every second of this recorded—the way her heavy breasts swayed with every movement, the way her pierced navel rose and fell, the way her open cunt accepted his fingers and spilled more wetness with every hard thrust.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, held them up so the camera could see the thick shine of her juices, then pushed them back in deep and fast. Nisha’s whole body tightened. A long, helpless moan tore from her throat as a sudden orgasm rolled through her. Her cunt clenched hard around his fingers. Fresh wetness flooded out, running down his hand and dripping onto the floor. Her free leg trembled violently. The rope holding the other leg creaked.
Raghu kept his fingers moving through the climax, slower now, drawing every last wave out of her until she was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he withdraw. He brought the wet fingers to the camera lens, showing the thick coating, then licked them clean while the recording continued.
Nisha hung between the poles, breathing hard, one leg still tied high, her open pussy still glistening and twitching. Soft, confused sounds left her mouth. She had no idea that the man who had just finger-fucked her to a shaking orgasm while recording every detail was not her husband at all—but her own subordinate, standing naked and hard in front of her, the live evidence of her helplessness already saved on his phone...








Raghu stepped back just far enough to take in the full picture again: the strict officer who had announced her promotion at dinner, now reduced to a blind, spread, dripping erotic display, arms locked wide, one leg tied high, body marked by his mouth and hands, still believing the man who had just made her come was the one she loved.
He lifted the phone once more, panned slowly from her flushed, biting-lip face down across her heavy breasts, her pierced navel, and finally settled on the open, wet cunt that still leaked onto the floor. The recording light stayed on. The night was only beginning.

[girrich9486]

Raghu’s eyes moved away from Nisha’s trembling, open body for only a moment. The recording light on his phone still glowed steadily from the table, capturing every shiver of her stretched arms, every rise and fall of her heavy breasts, every fresh bead of wetness that slid down the inner thigh of her tied leg. He needed more. He needed something that would break the last of her control while the camera watched.
He began opening the cupboards one by one. The first held only folded clothes and soft towels. The second contained spare sheets and a few unopened boxes of tea. In the third cupboard, pushed to the back behind a stack of winter shawls, his fingers closed around a pair of wireless headphones—black, over-ear, the kind Nisha sometimes used while working late. A slow, cunning smile spread across his face. And he open 4th one then he saw a big vibrator...
He stepped close again.
Nisha felt his presence and tried to speak, her voice soft and hopeful behind the blindfold.
“Rajesh… what are you—”
Raghu immediately pressed one finger firmly against her soft lips.
“Ssshhhhh…”
The sound was low, commanding. He held the finger there until she fell silent again, only a faint whimper escaping. Then he gently slid the headphones over her ears, adjusting them carefully so they covered her completely. The world around her softened into muffled quiet. She could still feel everything—the cool air on her naked skin, the stretch of the cuffs, the wetness between her legs—but sound was now distant and thick.
Nisha’s heart fluttered.
Today Rajesh was different. More intense. More hungry. The way he kept silencing her, the way he was taking his time, the sudden headphones… it felt like he wanted her completely lost in sensation. A warm rush of submission spread through her body. She was ready. Ready to give him everything. Ready to stay exactly as he wanted—tied, blind, quiet, open.
She relaxed deeper into the restraints, lips parting slightly under his finger, breath turning slower and heavier. In her mind it was still her husband standing in front of her, pushing her further than usual, and she welcomed it.

[Abhi T]

Bro mind blowing update is really really very good waiting for the next updates

[Tamilmathi]

Why stopped Suddenly ?
I think raghu will rock the show....

Important moment story in pause mode !

Let see what happen next ?

[Shabaz123]

Superb bro.....hot..hot..hot.... great writing skills...And please, get the next update out quickly!

[Pushpa Purusan]

Awesome

[girrich9486]

Thankyou alll




A large vibrator—dark purple, realistic in shape, the kind bought years ago for private pleasure and fun during the early days of marriage. Beside it lay a small bottle of clear gel, still half-full. Raghu’s eyes widened. A slow, cruel, cunning smile spread across his face as he looked back at Nisha.
She stood exactly as he had left her: arms locked wide to the two poles, one leg tied high so her clean-shaven cunt remained fully open and dripping, black blindfold tight, lips slightly parted, body flushed and shining under the soft bedroom light. She had no idea what he now held in his hands.
He stepped close again. First he squeezed a thick line of the cool gel onto the shaft of the vibrator, coating it until it gleamed. Then he switched it on at the lowest setting. The deep, steady grrrrrr grrrrrr filled the quiet room.
He laid the buzzing toy flat against the soft skin of her lower belly, just above her pierced navel. The vibration travelled instantly through her flesh.
Nisha’s head jerked up against the blindfold.
“Ohhhh Rajesh… what’s this…?”
Her voice was surprised, already thick with fresh heat. Raghu pressed one finger firmly against her lips.
“Shhhhh…”
She obeyed, closing her mouth, though a soft whimper still escaped. He leaned in and kissed her—mouth to mouth, slow and deep, tongue sliding between her lips while the vibrator continued its low, relentless buzz against her tummy. She kissed back automatically, still believing it was her husband, her body rising into the contact even as her cuffed wrists strained against the poles.
When he finally broke the kiss he moved lower. He guided the thick, gel-slick head of the vibrator down, past her navel, over the soft mound, and positioned it exactly against her already-dripping cunt. The broad tip pressed firmly against her swollen clit and the open pink folds.
He pushed the switch one level higher.
The vibration deepened.
Nisha’s entire body arched hard against the restraints.
“Hmmmm… mm… ahhhhhhhh… uffffffff… rajhhhhhhhjjjjj……”
The broken, stretched version of her husband’s name tore out of her throat. Her free leg shook violently. Clear juices immediately began to coat the head of the toy and run down its shaft. Raghu held the vibrator steady with one hand while the other kept the phone angled perfectly, recording every second in crisp 4K—the way her heavy breasts bounced with each spasm, the way her pierced navel jumped, the way her open cunt clenched and spilled around the buzzing tip.
He increased the speed again.
The grrrrrr became a stronger, more insistent pulse. Nisha’s head thrashed from side to side. Her mouth opened wide.
“Rajeshhhhhhhhjjjj… rahjsfghhhhjjjjj… ufffff… I can’t take this pleasureeeeeeeee….. Ohhhh… hhh Godddddddfffdd…..”
Her voice cracked into pure, slut-like cries. Raghu’s face showed open wonder. He had never imagined his strict Madam—the officer who solved cases with cold precision, the woman who had calmly announced her promotion at the dinner table—could make sounds like this. The fire inside her body was far hotter, far greedier than he had ever guessed. Every moan, every broken syllable of the wrong name, every helpless shake of her tied limbs was being captured forever.
Juices flowed freely now, thick and clear, sliding over the vibrating shaft and dripping onto the floor in slow, glistening strands. The wet sound of the toy working against her open cunt mixed with her rising cries. Raghu pressed the head more firmly against her clit and began to move it in small, deliberate circles while the vibration hammered into her.
Nisha’s body went rigid.
“I’m coming…… coming…… coming………”
The words left her in big, raw cries. Her cunt clenched hard around nothing; the orgasm crashed through her in violent waves. Her free leg kicked uselessly. The rope holding the other leg creaked. Her heavy breasts shook. A fresh flood of wetness poured out over the vibrator, soaking Raghu’s hand and running down his wrist. The camera recorded every detail—the spasm of her stomach muscles, the way her black nipples stood tight, the open, dripping pink folds pulsing around the buzzing toy, the blindfolded face twisted in helpless ecstasy.







Raghu did not stop. He kept the vibrator pressed hard against her clit, riding her through the climax, drawing every last tremor out of her until her cries turned into broken sobs of overstimulation. Only when her body finally sagged between the poles, trembling and dripping, did he ease the speed back down to a low, teasing pulse.
He left the still-buzzing toy resting against her sensitive folds so the soft grrrrrr continued to torment her. Then he brought the phone close again, panning slowly from her open, gasping mouth down across her sweat-sheened breasts, her pierced navel, and finally settling on the soaked, twitching cunt that still leaked around the thick purple shaft.
Nisha hung there, blind, arms stretched wide, one leg high and open, completely undone. Soft, confused whimpers left her lips. She still believed the man who had just forced that screaming orgasm out of her with the marriage vibrator was her husband. She had no idea that her subordinate stood in front of her, cock hard and leaking, phone recording every second of her erotic collapse, a slow, satisfied smile on his face as he watched the strict officer he had never dared to look at with desire now reduced to a shaking, dripping, thoroughly used display....







Raghu watched the thick, clear juices continue to spill from Nisha’s open cunt, sliding down the inside of her tied thigh and dripping onto the floor in slow, shining strands. The vibrator still hummed softly against her folds at its lowest setting, keeping her sensitive and trembling. He slid two fingers deep into her again, coating them thoroughly in the warm wetness, then brought those same fingers up to her mouth.
He pressed them against her lips.
“Suck,” he murmured, low enough that the word barely carried.
Nisha’s mouth opened automatically. She took his fingers between her lips and began to suck, tasting her own juices for the first time. The sight was pure eroticism—her blindfolded face, lips stretched around his glistening fingers, tongue working to clean every drop while her cuffed arms remained stretched wide to the poles and one leg stayed high and open. Soft, wet sounds left her throat as she licked and sucked. Raghu’s cock throbbed hard at the display. The phone on the table recorded every second in sharp 4K: the way her cheeks hollowed, the shine of her own wetness on her lips, the helpless flush on her skin.
When the fingers were clean he withdrew them and stepped behind her. He turned her body carefully so that her back now faced the camera more fully. Her full, round ass came into perfect view—smooth, soft, the cheeks slightly parted by the high position of her tied leg. He raised one hand and gave a firm, open-palmed slap across the right buttock. The soft flesh jiggled. A sharp pink bloom appeared.
Nisha jerked.
“Ahhh—”...


Raghu began to Shouting saali meri raand.. I believed you. But you didn't care us. My wife ga gbangs because of you. Today I will make you slut. And I will filmed you in naked...







Nisha jerked.
“Ahhh—”
He slapped the left cheek next, then both in quick succession, watching the skin flush and quiver. Then he placed both hands on her ass and slowly pulled the cheeks apart. The tight, tiny ring of her anus came into clear view—pink, puckered, completely untouched. Raghu’s eyes darkened with a slow, cruel satisfaction.
Useless husband, he thought. Rajesh never fucked her here. She’s still virgin in this hole.
He leaned in and touched the tip of his tongue to the small, clenched ring.
Nisha’s whole body jerked hard against the restraints.
“Shhhhh—”
A shocked, high sound escaped her. Raghu smiled against her skin and began to rotate his tongue slowly around the tight rim, circling, pressing, tasting the clean, sensitive flesh. Nisha’s breathing turned ragged. Her free leg trembled.
“Rajesh… hhhhhj… what are you doing…… never you did it…… so… Godddddddfffdd…”
The broken words spilled out of her in pure surprise and rising excitement. She had never felt a tongue there before. The new sensation made her hips twitch helplessly. Raghu licked deeper, pressing the flat of his tongue against the ring and swirling, feeling it flutter under the wet attention. He squeezed more gel onto his fingers, then slowly pressed one slick fingertip against the tiny opening.
Nisha jumped.
“Hhhjmmm—”
He held her hips steady with his other hand and pushed the finger deeper, working it past the tight ring until it was buried to the second knuckle. The gel made the stretch smooth; there was pressure but no sharp pain. At the same time he leaned around and began licking her dripping cunt from the front, tongue sliding through the wet folds while his finger slowly fucked her virgin ass.
“Hmmmmm… ahhjjj…”
Nisha’s breathing became short and difficult. The dual sensation—finger stretching her back hole, tongue working her already-sensitive cunt—was completely new. Her body did not know which pleasure to chase. Raghu added a second gel-slick finger, stretching her carefully, scissoring them gently while he continued to suck and lick her open pussy. The wet sounds filled the room. Juices ran down his chin.
“Uhhhjj… nooooo… paining… nooooooo… haaaaaaaa…”...







“Uhhhjj… nooooo… paining… nooooooo… haaaaaaaa…”
The protest was real but weak. The stretch burned softly, yet the constant attention on her clit and folds kept the sensation from tipping into pure pain. Raghu watched her face in the mirror across the room—lips parted, brows drawn, the blindfold dark against her flushed cheeks—and felt a dark thrill. He was doing to his strict Madam exactly what a strip search in jail might involve, only slower, wetter, and with far more deliberate pleasure.
When her breathing grew too panicked he eased the fingers from her ass and focused fully on her cunt again. He coated the thick head of the vibrator with fresh gel, then positioned it at her entrance. Slowly, carefully, he began to push.
The broad head stretched her open.
“Hmmmmm… ahhhhhh……”
Nisha’s voice cracked. The thick toy forced its way inside inch by inch. Her inner walls clenched hard around the invasion. Raghu held the phone close, zooming in so the camera captured the exact moment the wide head disappeared between her pink folds. Once it was fully seated he switched the vibrator to high speed.
The powerful grrrrrr exploded inside her.
Nisha’s entire body convulsed.
“Hoooggggh… nooogggh… mmmmmm… agggggh… nooooooo… ooo Goddddddfd… damnnnnnnnn… hot……”
Her cries climbed higher and louder with every second. The thick shaft pulsed deep inside her while the external ridges hammered her clit. Juices flooded around the toy and ran down her thighs in thick streams. Her free leg kicked. The rope holding the other leg strained. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly. The blindfold could not hide the pure, slut-like ecstasy twisting her face.
Raghu kept the phone locked on the place where the vibrating toy disappeared into her cunt, recording every pulse, every fresh gush of wetness, every helpless clench of her body. Nisha’s moans turned into continuous, broken screams of pleasure.
“Hmmmmm… ahhjjj… loud……… I’m… coming… coming… coming……”
The orgasm hit her like a wave. Her cunt locked down hard around the thick vibrator. A rush of clear fluid sprayed out around the shaft, soaking Raghu’s hand and the floor. Her whole body shook violently between the poles. Loud, raw cries poured from her open mouth as the climax rolled through her in long, intense waves. The camera captured every detail—the spasm of her stomach, the way her pierced navel jumped, the open, dripping stretch of her cunt around the still-buzzing toy, the blindfolded face lost in pure, helpless release.
Raghu held the vibrator deep and high until the last tremor faded. Only then did he ease the speed down and leave the toy buried inside her, still humming softly so she remained open and sensitive.
Nisha hung between the poles, panting, one leg still high, the thick vibrator lodged deep in her cunt, juices continuing to leak around it. Soft, broken whimpers left her lips. It took her nearly five full minutes to recover enough breath to speak again.....