Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

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[Rangabaashyam]

Those men fucked raw. Will she get pregnant with bastard child.

[Sankamithira]

Good one. The husband doesn't have any love. He started seeing her like a slut. Pathetic.

[Ghouscredit]

Good update....now please concentrate on Vicky and Rohan

[Muralimm]

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Your narration is brilliant man you know where well how to ignite fire and how long the flame should go 

Super hot excellent story writing 

Waitinge eagerly for your next narration

[Shabaz123]

Super excellent update....

[kirak9484]

Good one. The husband doesn't have any love. He started seeing her like a slut. Pathetic.

Thankyou

[Paty@123]

Upset with the story

[Arya321]

Super update.. Pls update fast

[jaksa]

Fuk ananya

[kirak9484]

Thankyou all

[kirak9484]

AUTHOR'S NOTE:::::     THE PREVIOUS PART WHERE ANANYA AND KOMALI WENT TO GOONS DEN. TOTAL

PART REMOVES..  GOON BANG BANG ANANYA PART EXCEPT .. REMAINING I AM CONTINUING STORY FROM

KOMALI CAME TO ANANYA HOUSE... AS USUAL (Due to many readers comments no need of Goon part. They

need only Vicky Rohan and Arjun part. So please remove that Fucking part... )

[RedDranzar]

Yes but many readers also liked the goon part. One section of readers cannot change the story after it's written. If this is so then there is no meaning of continuing with this story.

[jaksa]

Ya I liked the goon part too.. Why you removed it

[kirak9484]

Vicky leaned back in the visitor’s chair, that easy, knowing smile still on his face.
“Hi Rajesh, how are you? Where did you go?”
Rajesh forced his voice to stay even, even as the photographs of Ananya—thighs spread wide against a strong chest, cunt taking thick cock after thick cock—still burned behind his eyes.
“Nothing, sir. Just up to home.”
“OK.” Vicky’s eyes narrowed slightly, casual but sharp. “Why is your wife Ananya not going to college these recent days?”
Rajesh’s stomach tightened. The lie came quickly, the same one he and Ananya had agreed on without ever speaking it aloud.
“Sir, she kept leave for one week… as my sister came from many days. So she kept leave.”
Vicky nodded slowly, the corner of his mouth lifting.
“OK, good. She and your sister both enjoying in home.”
Rajesh managed a non-committal “Hmmm…” while his cock gave another unwanted twitch at the memory of those printed photos.
Vicky continued, voice light, almost friendly.
“We will come to your home, Rajesh. We have a function in our home this weekend. So we will come and invite you.”
“Sir, it’s our pleasure. Sure, sir.”
Rajesh heard himself add, almost desperately,
“When you will come to home, sure you should take food in our home, sir. As Ananya is best cook.”
Vicky’s smile widened.
“OK, OK, sure, Rajesh. But sure we will inform. OK, Rajesh, you can go.”
Rajesh nodded, escaped to his own cabin, and closed the door with slightly shaking hands. He sat down hard, still half-hard, still seeing Ananya locked against a stranger’s chest with her soft thighs forced open.
Inside the visitor’s cabin the moment the door shut, Rohan turned to Vicky.
“What function are you celebrating, Vicky?”
Vicky’s laugh was low and private.
“Hey, no… nothing. Only for Ananya it’s going to celebrate. And we can go evening to Rajesh’s home. OK? Let’s see how Ananya will receive us… and let’s see how Rajesh’s sister is.”
Both men laughed, the sound rich with shared intent.

[kirak9484]

The evening air was still warm when the first ring of the doorbell cut through the quiet house.
No one moved.
The second ring came louder, longer.
Komali had just stepped out of the bathroom after a quick wash. The thin cotton saree she had hastily wrapped around herself had slipped at the shoulder; the pallu hung loose, and the soft fabric of her blouse had shifted just enough that the upper curve of one full, heavy breast was clearly visible through the damp cloth. A thin sheen of sweat still glowed on her forehead and the valley between her breasts. Her hair was loosely tied, a few strands sticking to her neck. She hurried to the door barefoot, the saree clinging to the generous swell of her hips with every step.
When she opened it, two tall, well-built men stood under the porch light.
Vicky’s eyes dropped instantly to the exposed curve of her breast, then rose slowly to her face. Rohan’s gaze stayed lower longer, taking in the size, the soft weight, the way the damp fabric outlined the dark nipple beneath. Both men went still for a full second, openly mesmerised.
Komali blinked, slightly out of breath.
“Who…?”
Vicky recovered first, voice smooth.
“Ananya and Rajesh’s home?”
“Yes sir… Bhabhi! Bhabhi…!”
She turned and called into the house, the movement making the saree slip another inch. The full side of her breast was now almost completely visible. Neither man looked away.
Ananya had just finished bathing. She stood in front of the mirror rubbing her long wet hair with a towel, a fresh cotton saree dbangd loosely around her still-damp body. The blouse was only half-hooked; the soft weight of her breasts shifted with every movement of her arms. When she heard Komali’s call she quickly finished the last hooks, dbangd the pallu over her shoulder, and stepped out, towel still in hand.
The moment she appeared in the doorway both men straightened....




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She turned and called into the house, the movement making the saree slip another inch. The full side of her breast was now almost completely visible. Neither man looked away.
Ananya had just finished bathing. She stood in front of the mirror rubbing her long wet hair with a towel, a fresh cotton saree dbangd loosely around her still-damp body. The blouse was only half-hooked; the soft weight of her breasts shifted with every movement of her arms. When she heard Komali’s call she quickly finished the last hooks, dbangd the pallu over her shoulder, and stepped out, towel still in hand.
The moment she appeared in the doorway both men straightened.
Ananya’s face was freshly washed, skin glowing, wet hair falling over one shoulder. The simple saree clung to the soft curve of her waist and the full swell of her hips. Water droplets still trailed down the side of her neck and disappeared into the valley of her blouse. She looked younger, softer, almost luminous under the hall light.
Vicky and Rohan stared openly.
Two women. One already half-exposed and sweating, the other fresh from the bath and glowing. Both traditional, both full-bodied, both devastating in different ways. The older one carried a quiet, mature beauty that made a man want to ruin her slowly. The younger one was pure, heavy-breasted innocence that made a man want to mark her immediately.
Ananya’s eyes widened the instant she recognised them. Colour flooded her cheeks. For one frozen second she stood like a statue, the towel hanging forgotten from her fingers. The villa came back in a rush—Rohan’s mouth on her breasts, Vicky’s thick cock stretching her open while she moaned into the pillow, the way both of them had taken her one after the other until her legs would not close. The memory hit so hard she forgot to breathe.
Vicky’s voice was soft, almost polite.
“Shall we come in, Ananya-ji?”
The sound of her name broke the spell. She stepped aside quickly, eyes lowered.
“Please… come inside, sir.”
They entered. The scent of soap and warm female skin followed them into the living room. Ananya gestured toward the sofa with a slightly trembling hand.
“Please sit.”
Both men sat, legs spread comfortably, eyes never leaving the two women. Ananya remained standing for a moment, still clutching the towel, then remembered her manners.
“Coffee or tea, sir?”
“Coffee,” Vicky answered, smiling.
Ananya looked at Komali.
“Please prepare…”














The two women disappeared into the kitchen. The moment the door swung shut Komali turned, eyes wide.
“Who are they, bhabhi?”
Ananya kept her voice low, almost a whisper.
“Vicky sir. He is our college chairman… and he runs a big software company. Your brother works under him. The other one is Rohan… his close friend.”
Komali’s mouth formed a small “oh.”
“That means he is your boss?”
“Yes. You prepare the coffee. I will talk to them.”
Ananya returned to the living room alone. She stood a little distance from the sofa, hands folded in front of her, the wet ends of her hair still dripping onto the saree.
“Sir… how are you both?”
Rohan’s smile was slow and openly teasing.
“Not good. From that day till now I am so hungry…”
Ananya’s face burned. She glanced quickly toward the kitchen door and lowered her voice urgently.
“Sir… please stop. My sister-in-law is there. She is Rajesh’s sister.”
Rohan only chuckled, eyes drifting over the way the damp saree clung to her breasts.
Komali returned carrying two cups on a small tray. She had tried to adjust the pallu, but it still sat loosely, and every step made the heavy weight of her breasts shift under the thin fabric. She offered the cups one by one. When she bent slightly to place Rohan’s cup, the neckline of her blouse gaped just enough for him to see the soft inner curve and the dark edge of her nipple.
Rohan accepted the cup with a wicked little smile, his eyes locked on her chest.
“Yes, Ananya… we have a function this Saturday at our home. Only limited guests. We are inviting you. Please—you and your husband both should come.”
Vicky turned to Komali, voice warm.
“And you… your name, madam?”
“Komali,” she answered, a little shy under his direct gaze.
“OK, OK, Komali. You also should come with your family.”
She smiled politely.
“OK, but my husband went abroad…”
“Then you come along with your bhabhiji.”
“OK,” she said softly.
Vicky’s eyes stayed on Ananya. Rohan’s stayed on Komali. The air in the room felt thicker.
Rohan took a sip of coffee and looked up at the younger woman again.
“So nice… excellent.”
Komali blushed deeply and murmured “Thank you.” Rohan’s gaze dropped once more to the generous swell of her breasts and the way the saree hugged her hips, making no effort to hide his appreciation.
A thin, high cry suddenly rose from the other room.
Komali’s head turned at once.
“The baby…”
She hurried away. Through the open bedroom door both men watched her lift the child from the cradle, settle on the edge of the bed, and casually pull the blouse lower. One full, heavy breast came free—soft, pale, the dark nipple already beading with milk. She guided the child’s mouth to it. The baby latched. Milk visibly flowed. Komali’s eyes closed for a second in the simple relief of feeding, completely unaware of the two pairs of hungry eyes fixed on the intimate scene.
Vicky and Rohan sat frozen, coffee forgotten. The sight of that large, milk-heavy breast, the way it filled the child’s mouth, the soft wet sounds of suckling, sent a shared jolt of heat through both men.
Ananya stood in the living room, cheeks burning, knowing exactly what they were watching.
After a long moment Vicky spoke without looking away from the bedroom doorway.
“Ananya… you come in saree on Saturday. Make her also wear a saree. We will wait. After you both come… only then the celebration will start.”
Ananya could not find her voice. She simply stood there, silent, head lowered, the memory of the villa and the present hunger in their eyes colliding inside her until she felt dizzy....

[kirak9484]

Ya I liked the goon part too.. Why you removed it

Hey bro. I didn't remove that part. But hold in just
Thankyou

[kirak9484]

Yes but many readers also liked the goon part. One section of readers cannot change the story after it's written. If this is so then there is no meaning of continuing with this story.

Ya bro.. Thankyou so much.  for suggestion

[RedDranzar]

Hey bro. I didn't remove that part. But hold in just
Thankyou

Just keep 1 chapter of the gangbang that her husband saw in the ananya sex video. That will be enough.  Then don't extend it anymore.

[Tamilmathi]

Your are the only person to know , story plot
I donot know why you are hear some others peoples suggestion...

My humble request, Please donot delte any portion of your story. 

I read your story start to still now, 
My pov its was too good , 

  If any changes your story , you will do , 
Donot intake too much  of dirty suggestions, 
May be its a virus kill your story plot ,,,

Your last update was great , 
Please do not do it again....


Thanks you bro ....