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

[lakshana]

I had large expectations based on the title that the plot will have a significant thrilling plot alongside exotic effects. However, its somewhat taking a route to please fans who have thought that all women especially the ones successful to be treated like a sex toy. Till the update last night I was curiously checking this thread. Now I think, this story is also following the normal route of just subjecting woman to sex while the bad guys are more dominant in sex which is as good as being fictitious. Anyways I do agree that the author has to cater to the larger audience where many live in pleasure of imagination for whom the actual live is deprived. I might not refresh so often as I used to.
All the best Girrish9486

[Rangabaashyam]

Oh fuck he should have filled and emptied before this useless husband arrived

[CoreMadness]

I had large expectations based on the title that the plot will have a significant thrilling plot alongside exotic effects. However, its somewhat taking a route to please fans who have thought that all women especially the ones successful to be treated like a sex toy. Till the update last night I was curiously checking this thread. Now I think, this story is also following the normal route of just subjecting woman to sex while the bad guys are more dominant in sex which is as good as being fictitious. Anyways I do agree that the author has to cater to the larger audience where many live in pleasure of imagination for whom the actual live is deprived. I might not refresh so often as I used to.
All the best Girrish9486

Agreed. Same here....
Raghu changing and becoming Nisha's enemy under her own roof is a good twist but unconvincing. Felt both readily agreed to the fabricated audio with out checking facts. If she didn't care about them, she wouldn't have kept them in her own house, its simple logic. Anyways the big concern right now is Nisha will be turned as Vidya and same things they did to Vidya will be done to her and In the process every tom,dick and harry will fuck her mindless. This story has turned into sex,  sex and sex and nothing else...
I wouldn't criticize for every chapter but leaving the story is better when it doesn't suit the interest. 

All the best to the author!

[gvsubu1995]

Agreed. Same here....
Raghu changing and becoming Nisha's enemy under her own roof is a good twist but unconvincing. Felt both readily agreed to the fabricated audio with out checking facts. If she didn't care about them, she wouldn't have kept them in her own house, its simple logic. Anyways the big concern right now is Nisha will be turned as Vidya and same things they did to Vidya will be done to her and In the process every tom,dick and harry will fuck her mindless. This story has turned into sex,  sex and sex and nothing else...
I wouldn't criticize for every chapter but leaving the story is better when it doesn't suit the interest. 

All the best to the author!

It's not correct.. Story is awesome... Any husband can't tolerate if his wife gangbang... So Raghu trusted as his  wife gangbang by goons. Due to only Nisha negligence. So it's correct to take revenge on Nisha. ...
I agree story going in smooth way...

[Riyaps]

Agree that there are a few lapses. But the author is doing pretty well. There are some truly exciting elements in the story. And the timely updates without keeping us waiting for too long is truly appreciable……The author is correcting his mistakes when pointed appropriately. He is asking feedback after every update and is also considering the opinion of the audience in directing the story. So let’s not discourage him. May be some of us can help him to make it the best through suggestions. And Girrish you are doing well. Keep going!!

[gvsubu1995]

As per Author,'s version is correct.. Raghu believed  that which happened is total due to Nisha negligence and didn't take take care before. And that video is fully real he thought.. So revenge on Nisha is generally will take...

Good flow story... Here in xossipy all fantacy stories not real stories... So no need to criticise story. It will affect Authors to affect on hid confidance and  they will disappoint. If the readers don't like. Then leave it. But don't give negative Comments. It's will affect on writing...

. It's my opinion..

[Shabaz123]

Agree that there are a few lapses. But the author is doing pretty well. There are some truly exciting elements in the story. And the timely updates without keeping us waiting for too long is truly appreciable……The author is correcting his mistakes when pointed appropriately. He is asking feedback after every update and is also considering the opinion of the audience in directing the story. So let’s not discourage him. May be some of us can help him to make it the best through suggestions. And Girrish you are doing well. Keep going!!

That’s true, bro... if a writer is providing daily updates and even making changes to the story based on the readers' preferences, then they deserve to be supported. On the other hand, there are many writers who don’t even manage to post a single update in a week.

[Umavictor32]

According to me story lost its charm from the day raghu priya and another female character came into scene... Even before tat there was an issue when nisha slept with minister for her husband... However still that was  defendable to an extend... But now at this point raghu fucking nisha, i say this story lost its charm...

Also no man will abuse a woman who had already seen his mom or wife being abused and attacked... So please dont normalize raghu action....

[Shabaz123]

As per Author,'s version is correct.. Raghu believed  that which happened is total due to Nisha negligence and didn't take take care before. And that video is fully real he thought.. So revenge on Nisha is generally will take...

Good flow story... Here in xossipy all fantacy stories not real stories... So no need to criticise story. It will affect Authors to affect on hid confidance and  they will disappoint. If the readers don't like. Then leave it. But don't give negative Comments. It's will affect on writing...

. It's my opinion..

You’re right... anyone who doesn’t like the story can simply drop it and wait for updates on some other story—the kind that only gets an update once or twice a month...

[Riyaps]

Opinions do matter. But you could specify which element seems unrealistic and the author might consider in changing it. Though it is not binding on him but he can. Instead, posting that you are not liking the story and hence you are leaving might be disappointing to the author. So it would be wise to specify the elements rather than commenting that you are leaving bcz you didn’t like it. At the end we are looking for better stories and we need them right!!

Also I’ve been following few other stories. And none of them give updates everyday. They take months. So I wish the author stays that way positively

[Umavictor32]

That’s true, bro... if a writer is providing daily updates and even making changes to the story based on the readers' preferences, then they deserve to be supported. On the other hand, there are many writers who don’t even manage to post a single update in a week.

This point i do agree.. I still believe many are liking this story and author dnt need to care on everyone including my suggestion.

[Shabaz123]

This point i do agree.. I still believe many are liking this story and author dnt need to care on everyone including my suggestion.

If you don't like something in the update, you can suggest a fix...this won't offend the writer either.

[Riyaps]

Raghu and Priya turning against Nisha is truly unexpected. Especially when Nisha has done harm to Tony in the island. That paved a path for revenge. So that’s truly appreciable

But I felt the reason could have been much stronger. But bcz you’ve mentioned that they got to know from familier persons with the recording, it is partly acceptable.

Raghu taking on Nisha…..I believe it could have waited for some time to carry the emotions and anger appropriately. And Nisha is a very powerful woman. Story can reach its peak when it is maintained that way and in the right time revenge is extracted from her. But that’s okay for now

Many people discussing your story is itself a great success Girrish. So keep going. I know you’ll rock it and I stand with you

[Riyaps]

And if I may suggest one more thing, it would be to focus on anticipation. I strongly believe that videos mostly focus on the actual session without creating much anticipation in the audience. And hence there came the role of literature. The more is the anticipation, the more will be the ecstasy attained when the session happens at the right time. And in this story few people are objecting Raghu taking over Nisha bcz of lack of proper anticipation and excitement. I’m not entirely sure but I believe that would be the reason for few individuals in losing interest.

I again say that you are doing absolutely well in most of the aspects. It is a much better story than most of the others. So just keep going

[Sankamithira]

In the title, instead of spy it can be slut or whore.

[Chinni9]

Stunning update

[girrich9486]

Thankyou all




Nisha sat on the edge of the bed, the nightgown still loose around her shoulders, her wrists faintly marked from the metal cuffs. The soft bedroom light felt too bright. Rajesh stood a few feet away, already pulling off his shirt, the apology already forming on his face before she even spoke. The words that left her mouth were sharp, tired, and full of the frustration that had been building since the moment the blindfold came off.
“Why, Rajesh? Why did you tell me only five minutes? I asked you again and again to remove the cuffs, to take the blindfold off. I told you my arms were hurting. But what did you do? After forty minutes you came. Forty minutes, Rajesh. I stood in the same position the whole time—blindfolded, hands locked above my head, completely exposed. Do you even understand what that feels like? Standing there, waiting, not knowing when you would come back?”
Rajesh’s face fell. He stepped closer, hands raised in a placating gesture.
“Sorry… I’m really sorry. I went to the office to hand over the file. Everything was fine, but on the way back my tire punctured. I had to change it to the spare myself in the dark. It took time. The delay was about thirty-five minutes. I am extremely sorry, Nisha. I made you stand for so long. I never meant for it to happen. I will never do it again. I promise.”
She looked at him for a long moment. The anger was still there, hot and real, but underneath it something colder and heavier sat in her chest. She could not tell him the truth. She could not say that the forty minutes had not been empty waiting. She could not describe the mouth that had licked her, the fingers that had stretched her, the thick cock that had filled her throat and then her cunt while she moaned his name over and over. The shame of it locked the real words behind her teeth.
“Okay,” she said at last, the single word flat. “But my hands still hurt. The cuffs were tight. My shoulders are aching.”
“I’m sorry, Nisha. Truly. Let me massage them. Please.”
He reached for her, but she turned away slightly, lying down on her side of the bed with her back to him. He switched off the light and settled beside her. Within minutes his breathing evened into the steady rhythm of sleep. Nisha stayed awake, eyes open in the dark, staring at the faint outline of the poles still standing near the dressing table.
The moment the room was quiet, the tears came.
They did not come in loud sobs. They came silently at first, sliding down her temples and into her hair. Then the crying deepened, shaking her shoulders, forcing her to press her face into the pillow so the sound would not wake him. The questions circled endlessly in her mind.
How am I a woman who cannot recognise her own husband?
She had known Rajesh’s touch for years. She knew the shape of his hands, the rhythm of his breathing, the exact thickness and length of his cock. Yet for nearly an hour she had opened her mouth for a stranger, had spread her legs for a stranger, had come hard and loud for a stranger—while calling Rajesh’s name the entire time. The memory of her own moans made her stomach twist with fresh guilt. She remembered the wet sound of her own juices, the way her body had arched and begged for more, the way she had sucked so eagerly, the way she had clenched and flooded around a cock that felt bigger and longer than the one she was used to. She had told herself it was only excitement. She had been wrong.
I moaned like a slut for someone who is not my husband.
The thought burned. She cried harder, the pillow growing damp under her cheek. She remembered the moment the vibrator had been pushed inside her, the high speed that had forced the screaming orgasm out of her, the way she had thrashed against the cuffs and the rope while calling for Rajesh. She remembered the tongue on her ass, the fingers stretching her, the thick cock fucking her mouth until saliva ran down her chin and onto her breasts. Every detail replayed in the dark, and each one carried the same crushing realisation: she had not known. She had not stopped it. She had enjoyed it.
What kind of woman does that?
The guilt sat heavy on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She pressed both hands over her mouth to keep the sobs quiet. Rajesh slept on, unaware. The hours crawled past. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the blindfold, felt the cuffs, heard her own broken voice moaning a name that had not belonged to the man touching her. She cried until her eyes burned and her head ached. Sleep came only in the last thin hour before dawn, a shallow, restless half-hour that did nothing to ease the exhaustion or the shame.
Early morning light was just beginning to filter through the curtains when Priya’s voice called from the other side of the door.
“Nisha? Coffee?”
Nisha’s eyes opened. Her head throbbed. Her body still felt used and sensitive in places she did not want to think about. She pushed herself up, pulled the nightgown tighter, and opened the door a few inches. Priya stood there with a small tray, two cups of coffee steaming gently. Her expression was polite, slightly cautious.
Nisha’s voice came out rough, edged with the sleepless night and the anger that had nowhere else to go.
“What, Priya? Why are you disturbing so early?”
Priya blinked, surprised by the tone. “I just… brought coffee. I thought you might want some.”
Nisha exhaled sharply, the lack of sleep and the weight of everything she was hiding making her words sharper than she intended.
“Okay. Keep it there.”
She took the cup without meeting Priya’s eyes. After a second she added, almost as an afterthought and still in the same rough tone, “Thanks.”
Priya nodded once, set the second cup on the small table near the door, and turned to leave. As she walked back down the short corridor, her own thoughts turned quietly. She did not know what had happened in the other bedroom the previous night. She only felt the sudden coldness in Nisha’s voice, the unexplained irritation directed at her for no clear reason. She wondered, not for the first time, why Nisha sometimes looked at her with that tight, distant expression, as if something unspoken sat between them. She had no idea about the hidden camera, the recording, or the hour that had left Nisha broken with guilt. She only registered the attitude and filed it away with a small, confused frown.
Behind the closed door Nisha sat on the edge of the bed again, the untouched coffee cooling in her hands. Rajesh still slept. The marks on her wrists had faded to faint pink lines. The physical evidence was almost gone. The guilt was not. It sat inside her like a second heartbeat, steady and painful, reminding her with every breath of the moans she had given to a man who was not her husband, of the orgasms she had reached while calling the wrong name, of the fact that she had hidden it all and would continue to hide it.
She stared at the floor and felt the tears threaten again. The day had only just begun, and already the weight of the secret felt heavier than the cuffs had the night before....



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Priya stepped out into the narrow balcony that ran along the side of the house, the early morning air still cool against her skin. She closed the door quietly behind her so the sound would not carry back into the rooms. Raghu was already there, leaning against the railing with a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke drifting upward in thin grey lines. He had not slept much either. The phone in his pocket still held the long recording from the night before, locked behind a password only he knew.
Priya folded her arms and spoke in a low, tight voice.
“Nisha is getting angry at me for no reason. This morning when I took her coffee she answered so harshly. ‘What, Priya? Why are you disturbing so early?’ Like I did something wrong just by bringing her a cup. Her tone was completely different. Cold. Almost like she hates the sight of me.”
Raghu took a slow drag and exhaled. He did not look surprised.
“She’s on edge. Something is eating her from inside. That is good for us.”
Priya’s eyes flicked toward the closed windows of the main bedroom. “We can’t stay here like this, Raghu. Every day it feels heavier. She looks at me as if I am dirt under her feet, and now she is snapping for no reason. We can move back to our own house. At least there we won’t have to see her face every morning.”
Raghu turned fully toward her. The cigarette burned down between his fingers, ignored.
“No. We are not leaving.”
“Why? What is the point of staying and swallowing her attitude every day?”
His voice dropped even lower, edged with something hard and cold that had been growing for months.
“We should take revenge on her. Have you forgotten what happened to you because of her? Have you forgotten how they bangd you because of the case she pushed, the names she gave, the way she used us and then walked away clean? I still see the marks that never fully left your mind. And the accident—my accident—happened only because of the overtime and the pressure she created. I almost lost my leg because she wanted one more file closed before the deadline. And now look at her. She is happy. She is getting promotions. She smiles at dinner and talks about becoming Senior Circle Inspector while we are the ones losing sleep, losing peace, and soon maybe losing our jobs if she decides we are no longer useful.”
Priya’s arms tightened around herself. The old memories rose quickly—dark, unwanted, still sharp. She looked away toward the empty street.
“I haven’t forgotten. I live with it every day. But revenge… what can we even do? She is an officer. She has power. If we try anything and it goes wrong, we will be the ones destroyed.”
Raghu stepped closer, his voice steady and certain.
“That is why we stay. We stay until the PA gives the full plan. He already told me he is working on something clean, something that will not come back to us directly. We need to be here, close to her, watching her, learning her routines. The recording I have is only the beginning. She does not know it exists. She does not know how much she revealed while she thought she was safe. We use everything. We do not walk away while she keeps rising and we keep sinking.”
Priya was silent for a long moment. The cigarette smoke drifted between them. Finally she spoke, quieter now.
“You are sure the PA will actually help? Or is he only talking?”
“He will. He hates her for different reasons, but the hate is real. He said he will call within a few days with the next steps. Until then we stay. We smile when we have to. We take her rough words. We wait. Because if we leave now, she wins again. She gets the promotion, she forgets us, and everything she caused is buried. I will not let that happen.”
Priya exhaled slowly, the fight draining out of her shoulders. She still looked unhappy, still afraid of what revenge might cost, but she nodded once.
“All right. We stay. But if this plan starts to look too dangerous, we stop. I will not lose what little we have left.”
Raghu crushed the cigarette under his heel and looked back toward the house.
“It will not come to that. She took enough from us. Now it is our turn to take something from her. We wait for the PA. Until then, we remain exactly where we are.”
They stood in silence for another minute, the morning light growing stronger around them. Inside the house Nisha still sat with her untouched coffee, carrying a guilt she could not name out loud. Outside, the two people she had just spoken to harshly were already deciding that her rising career and her private shame would both become weapons in a revenge they had no intention of abandoning.

[girrich9486]

Nisha stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, the morning light soft against the glass. She had already bathed, already pinned her hair into the neat bun she wore every working day, already buttoned the crisp uniform shirt that made her look like the strict officer everyone expected. But her hands moved slower than usual. Every motion felt heavy. The faint pink lines on her wrists had almost disappeared, yet she could still feel the ghost of the metal cuffs. When she shifted her weight she felt a residual tenderness between her legs that made her breath catch. The memory of the previous night sat inside her chest like a stone.
She had moaned another man’s name while that man was inside her. She had sucked a cock that was not her husband’s. She had come hard, more than once, while blindfolded and believing the hands on her body belonged to Rajesh. The guilt had kept her awake most of the night. Now, in the clear light of morning, the guilt had hardened into something sharper: the need to know.
She had to find out who it had been.
The house was quiet. Rajesh had already left for an early meeting. Priya was somewhere in the kitchen. Raghu, as far as she knew, was still in his room. Nisha walked downstairs, unlocked the small security cupboard near the main entrance, and pulled out the external CCTV hard drive. She carried it to the small study, plugged it into her laptop, and began reviewing the footage from the previous night.
The cameras covered the front gate, the driveway, and the side path that led to the rear of the house. She watched the timeline carefully. At 9:47 p.m. Rajesh’s car left the gate, headlights cutting across the empty road. The two security guards were visible at their post, one sitting, one standing. No other vehicle approached. No figure walked in through the gate. No one climbed the boundary wall. The cameras remained empty of any human movement until 10:32 p.m., when Rajesh’s car returned. The total time the house had been without him was forty-five minutes.
Nisha leaned back in the chair. The outside was clear. No one had entered from beyond the gate. That left only the people already inside the house: herself, Priya, and Raghu. Priya had been asleep early; Nisha had heard her soft breathing when she herself had finally returned to the bedroom after checking the other room. That left Raghu.
The thought made her stomach tighten. Raghu had worked under her for years. He had always been loyal, quiet, careful. He never argued. He never looked at her the wrong way. The idea that he could have walked into her bedroom, found her bound and blindfolded, and used her body while she moaned his superior’s name felt almost impossible. Yet the evidence left no other option. No outsider had come in. The only man inside the house during those forty-five minutes had been Raghu.
Her mind fought the conclusion. He is loyal. He cannot be. There must be another explanation. But logic kept circling back to the same place. If no one entered from outside, then the man who had stood on the chair and pushed his cock into her mouth, the man who had licked her, fingered her, stretched her with a vibrator, and finally fucked her with a thickness she had never felt from Rajesh, had already been inside the house.
She needed proof. Suspicion was not enough. She could not accuse him without something solid. An idea formed—carefully, coldly. She would go to their room under a different pretext. She would watch his face. She would look around while speaking. If he had been the one, there might still be some small sign: a damp towel, a misplaced object, a nervous reaction.
Nisha closed the laptop, straightened her uniform, and walked down the short corridor to the room Raghu and Priya shared. She knocked once, firmly.
“Raghu. Priya.”
The door opened almost at once. Both of them stood there, already dressed for the day. Priya’s expression was polite but cautious after the rough exchange over coffee earlier. Raghu’s face was calm, the usual respectful mask in place.
“Yes, Madam. Come in. Tell us, Madam, what happened?”
Nisha stepped inside. She kept her voice even, professional, the tone she used when delivering information to subordinates.
“I received information that someone may have tried to enter the house last night. I am telling you both so that you remain careful. The outside cameras show nothing unusual, but we cannot take chances. If you notice anything strange—any sound, any movement—you will inform me immediately.”
While she spoke she let her eyes move slowly around the room. She did not stare; she let her gaze travel as if she were simply thinking while talking. The bed was neatly made. The side tables held only a lamp, a water bottle, and Priya’s small cosmetic pouch. The cupboard doors were closed. The floor was clear. No damp clothes hung anywhere. No phone lay in plain sight. The room looked exactly as it should after a normal night’s sleep.
Raghu’s eyes followed her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. Something flickered behind his calm expression—quick, almost invisible. He had felt the weight of her attention. He sensed that her visit was not only about a possible intruder.
“Okay, Madam,” he said. “Sure. We will be careful. If we see or hear anything we will tell you at once.”
Nisha nodded, still glancing at the corners, the windows, the small attached bathroom door that stood slightly open. Nothing looked out of place. She found no evidence. The absence of evidence only deepened her unease. A man who had done what she suspected would have been careful enough to leave no trace. That carefulness itself felt like confirmation.
She turned her attention fully to Raghu.
“Raghu. Last night—did you see anything? Any sound, any movement in the house after Rajesh left?”
His breath caught. The sound was small, but she heard it. A short cough followed, forced, as if something had stuck in his throat. His hand rose briefly toward his chest.
Nisha’s eyes narrowed a fraction.
“Okay. Drink water first.”
Priya moved quickly, poured water from the bottle on the side table, and handed the glass to him. Raghu drank, the swallow visible in his throat. When he lowered the glass his face had returned to its usual controlled calm, but a faint tension remained around his eyes.
“No, Madam,” he said. “I didn’t see anyone. I slept early yesterday. I had a headache, so I took a tablet and went to bed before nine. I didn’t hear anything until morning.”
Nisha held his gaze for two full seconds longer than necessary. The suspicion inside her settled heavier, colder. His reaction had been too sharp. The cough, the caught breath, the careful explanation of a headache—all of it felt rehearsed. A loyal subordinate answering a routine question would not have needed to clear his throat first.
Yet she still had no proof. Only instinct. And instinct, no matter how strong, was not enough to destroy a man’s career or to explain to her husband why she had spent forty-five minutes moaning under another man’s hands.
She gave a short nod.
“All right. Remain alert. Both of you.”
She turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. In the corridor she paused, one hand resting against the wall. Her heart was beating too fast. The same heart that had raced the night before under a stranger’s mouth and cock now raced with the growing certainty that the stranger had been the man who had just looked her in the eye and lied.
She walked back to the study, sat down again in front of the laptop, and stared at the frozen image of the empty driveway on the CCTV recording. No one had entered from outside. The only man inside the house during those forty-five minutes had been Raghu. His body language this morning had confirmed what the cameras could not show.
Nisha closed her eyes. The guilt of the previous night and the cold determination of the morning twisted together inside her. She would not stop. She would watch him more carefully. She would find the proof. Because the alternative—that she had given her body, her moans, her orgasms to her own subordinate while calling her husband’s name—was a truth she could not yet fully face, and yet could no longer fully deny.

[Sankamithira]

Awesome

[Ahimsai Arasan]

She can ask her team to hack raghu phone