Adultery Seduction of My Wife Padma (UPDATED 30-DEC-25)

[sharath841]

Rajan’s thick cock kept driving deeper inside her. Padma’s long moans were rising again when her phone suddenly started ringing on the mattress near her head.
Padma: “Ahhhh… Rajan… stop… my phone…”
He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting slowly, deeply, while she twisted under him and stretched her hand toward the phone. After one full ring she finally managed to grab it.
The screen lit up her flushed face.
Padma: “Wait… it’s Mohan…”
Rajan still didn’t stop. He gave her another deep stroke, making her voice shake on the last word. The phone kept ringing in her hand. She stared at the name, breathing hard, his cock moving inside her the whole time. The call ended unanswered.
A few seconds later a message arrived.
Padma opened it quickly, still under him, still full of him.
Mohan:
If you’re busy in something, call me tomorrow. Just called casually. Love you.
Padma looked up at Rajan, eyes wide, face burning with a mix of guilt and panic.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what should I reply…? Tell me…”
Rajan’s lips curved into a dark, playful smile. He leaned down close to her ear, still buried deep, and spoke in a low, wicked voice:
Rajan: “Tell him the truth.
Tell him you’re lying under me right now…
With my cock inside you…
Being fucked by the man he once feared.”
Padma’s eyes flashed. She pushed at his chest with one hand, though her legs remained open around him.
Padma: “Stop it! Don’t joke like that… I’m serious, Rajan… ahhhh…”
Rajan gave a soft, low laugh and thrust a little deeper, turning her scolding into a broken moan.
Rajan: “Alright… then write this —
‘I’m busy cleaning. Call you tomorrow.’”
With trembling fingers Padma typed the message. At the end, almost without thinking, she added:
Love you too
and a kiss emoji.
She hit send.
The moment the message disappeared, a sharp wave of anxiety crashed over her. She was lying naked under another man, his thick cock still inside her, and she had just sent her husband “Love you too.” The weight of what she was doing hit her hard.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what did I just do…?
I sent him love you too… while you’re inside me…
I’m… I’m cheating on him…”
Rajan slowed his hips but stayed buried deep inside her. He brushed the damp hair from her face with surprising gentleness, then leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. His voice came out low and steady against her mouth.
Rajan: “Don’t carry that guilt alone, Padma.
You know Mohan is also a reason this is happening.
He is part of this.
So don’t put the entire weight only on yourself.”
As he spoke, one of his large hands slid up and cupped her full breast, squeezing it slowly, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple. Padma’s breath hitched. Her back arched slightly, and her soft ass lifted off the mattress on its own, pushing back against him as if her body was asking for more even while her mind was struggling.
Padma’s breathing was uneven. Tears of conflict already shone at the corners of her eyes. She looked up at him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him deeper. The thick cock inside her and the steady pressure of his hand on her breast made every thought heavier.
For a moment she stayed silent. Only the wet sound of their joined bodies and her soft, involuntary moans filled the hut. Then her voice came out quiet, almost trembling, but clear.
Padma: “Then tell me the truth once again…
Clearly.
What exactly did you both talk about me?
How did you plan all of this?
I want to hear it properly…
Without any soft version.”
Rajan kissed her again — deeper this time — while his hips began to move in slow, heavy strokes. His hand kept kneading her breast, squeezing and releasing, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Padma’s ass lifted again, meeting his thrusts without her fully realising it.
Rajan: “I went to him.
Not the other way around.
I’ve been obsessed with you for years.
And I never forgot how you destroyed my respect in this village… how you made me look powerless in front of everyone.
So I decided to take my revenge in the only way that would truly reach you.”
He pushed deeper and at the same time lowered his head to her other breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Padma let out a long, broken moan. Her hips jerked upward.
Rajan (lips still brushing her wet nipple):
“I told Mohan exactly what I wanted.
I told him I would seduce you.
That I would take you in every hole —
your mouth, your pussy, your ass —
one after another.
That I would fuck you until you became mine in the most complete way.
And that Mohan would have to watch…
holding his own cock…
while I claimed his wife.
Padma: You said all of that to him…? And what did he say?
Did he get angry? Did he scold you…?”
Rajan released her breast with a wet sound and kissed his way back up to her mouth. His hand continued squeezing the soft flesh, while his other hand slid under her and gripped her ass, pulling her up to meet every stroke. Her body kept responding — her ass lifting, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him.
Rajan: “No.
He didn’t scold me. He said he will holding his tiny cock shaking see you see you taken by a powerful man.want to see you experience the most intense pleasure of your life… bcz he can’t satisfy you the way you need.
He only asked one thing —
that he never loses you completely.
That he remains your husband.”
So don’t feel guilty
Rajan: “Imagine it right now, Padma.
Enjoy the thought.
Mohan is sitting there holding his tiny cock,
watching me fuck you with this eight-inch cock.
See, Mohan…
Look how I’m fucking your beautiful wife.
Look how her tight pussy is taking every inch.
Look how her ass keeps lifting up for me.
I’m already inside her cunt…
and I’m on my way to filling all three of her holes.
And imagine he is speaking to me while I fuck you.”
He pushed in hard, making her moan, then continued in a slow, deliberate tone as if he were repeating Mohan’s words in real time:
Rajan: “Listen to him, Padma…
Hear your husband saying it…
‘Fuck her deeper, Rajan.
Use that big cock of yours and fill her.
Ravish her.
She needs a real cock…
A thick, long cock that can reach places I never could.
My tiny one can never satisfy her the way she deserves.
You give her the pleasure I failed to give.
Take her completely…
While I watch.’”
Padma’s eyes flew open. A wounded, trembling cry left her throat. The idea that her own husband could be saying those words while another man was inside her hit her harder than the physical thrust.
He kept thrusting deep and slow, one hand pressing and squeezing her full breast, the other gripping her ass so she could not escape the rhythm. His voice stayed low and steady against her ear, forcing the imagined words of her husband deeper into her mind.
Padma’s eyes lost focus.
The physical sensation of his thick cock stretching her, the wet sound of their bodies, the heat of his mouth on her skin — all of it blurred as her mind slipped inward. Suddenly she was no longer only under Rajan. In her thoughts she was looking straight at Mohan.
Her lips moved almost soundlessly, the words forming inside her head first, then spilling out in broken, emotional fragments between her moans.
Padma (voice shaking, half-spoken, half-thought):
“Mohan…
Please…
Stop this…
Ahhhhhhh…
Look at me…
See your wife…
Your beautiful wife is being fucked…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
By another man…
Stop him…
Please…”
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes down toward her temples. Her body still moved with Rajan’s thrusts — her ass lifting, her back arching — but her mind was pleading with the man who was not there.
Padma: “Mohan…
Why did you allow this…?
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m your wife…
He’s inside me…
So deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Tell him to stop…
Pull him off me…
Save your wife…
Please…
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him…
Please…
This bull is destroying your wife…
Ahhhhhhh…
He’s so deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Save me…
Look at what he’s doing to me…”
Even as the words left her mouth, her fingers clenched harder on Rajan’s ass and pulled him in. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her pussy gripped his cock with every thrust, wet and greedy.
Padma: “Ahhhhhhh…
Mohan…
He’s not stopping…
Your beautiful wife is open under him…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
He’s fucking me so hard…
Stop this bull…
Please…
He’s going to ruin me…”
Her nails scbangd down his back again, leaving faint red lines. She dragged his hips forward with both hands, forcing his cock deeper, and a long, helpless moan tore out of her.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Don’t stop him… Mohan
Ahhhhhhh…
Let him do it…
Let him finish what he started…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Mohan…
I’m sorry…
Your wife is gone.. ahhhhh…
The contradiction tore her apart. In her mind she was still begging her husband to rescue her from the bull who was claiming her. In her body she was hugging Rajan tightly, scratching his back and ass, lifting her hips, and pulling him deeper with every stroke. Her moans grew longer and more broken, carrying both grief and raw need.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him before he makes me cum…Yes yes yessss hmmmm… am about to cum..
Padma: Rajan harder harder.. don’t stop.. take me fill me..
Rajan smiling in the corner..
Ahhhhhhhh…
I’m going to break…”
Her body started trembling hard. The deep thoughts, the guilt, the pleasure, and the thick cock driving into her all collided at once. She clung to Rajan like she was drowning, nails digging into his ass, The clear, slippery fluid forced its way out with every hard pulse of her pussy, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the mattress beneath them. The sound turned wetter, heavier — a soft, filthy squelching every time he pushed back into her.
Padma’s eyes flew open for a second in shock. She could feel it happening.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Something’s… coming out…
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m… leaking…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…”
It ran down the curve of her ass and spread under her. Her pussy, which had been clenching so tightly around him only moments earlier, began to lose its grip. The intense spasms slowly left her walls soft and open. Where she had been gripping him like a fist, she now felt loose, swollen, and extremely wet — her entrance staying slightly parted even when he pulled back, as if her body had surrendered completely.
Rajan felt the change immediately. Her pussy hole become loose , His cock slid in and out with almost no resistance now, gliding through the flood of her release. the tightness had melted into a soft, open wetness that let him sink even deeper with every stroke.

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Rajan’s thick cock kept driving deeper inside her. Padma’s long moans were rising again when her phone suddenly started ringing on the mattress near her head.
Padma: “Ahhhh… Rajan… stop… my phone…”
He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting slowly, deeply, while she twisted under him and stretched her hand toward the phone. After one full ring she finally managed to grab it.
The screen lit up her flushed face.
Padma: “Wait… it’s Mohan…”
Rajan still didn’t stop. He gave her another deep stroke, making her voice shake on the last word. The phone kept ringing in her hand. She stared at the name, breathing hard, his cock moving inside her the whole time. The call ended unanswered.
A few seconds later a message arrived.
Padma opened it quickly, still under him, still full of him.
Mohan:
If you’re busy in something, call me tomorrow. Just called casually. Love you.
Padma looked up at Rajan, eyes wide, face burning with a mix of guilt and panic.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what should I reply…? Tell me…”
Rajan’s lips curved into a dark, playful smile. He leaned down close to her ear, still buried deep, and spoke in a low, wicked voice:
Rajan: “Tell him the truth.
Tell him you’re lying under me right now…
With my cock inside you…
Being fucked by the man he once feared.”
Padma’s eyes flashed. She pushed at his chest with one hand, though her legs remained open around him.
Padma: “Stop it! Don’t joke like that… I’m serious, Rajan… ahhhh…”
Rajan gave a soft, low laugh and thrust a little deeper, turning her scolding into a broken moan.
Rajan: “Alright… then write this —
‘I’m busy cleaning. Call you tomorrow.’”
With trembling fingers Padma typed the message. At the end, almost without thinking, she added:
Love you too
and a kiss emoji.
She hit send.
The moment the message disappeared, a sharp wave of anxiety crashed over her. She was lying naked under another man, his thick cock still inside her, and she had just sent her husband “Love you too.” The weight of what she was doing hit her hard.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what did I just do…?
I sent him love you too… while you’re inside me…
I’m… I’m cheating on him…”
Rajan slowed his hips but stayed buried deep inside her. He brushed the damp hair from her face with surprising gentleness, then leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. His voice came out low and steady against her mouth.
Rajan: “Don’t carry that guilt alone, Padma.
You know Mohan is also a reason this is happening.
He is part of this.
So don’t put the entire weight only on yourself.”
As he spoke, one of his large hands slid up and cupped her full breast, squeezing it slowly, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple. Padma’s breath hitched. Her back arched slightly, and her soft ass lifted off the mattress on its own, pushing back against him as if her body was asking for more even while her mind was struggling.
Padma’s breathing was uneven. Tears of conflict already shone at the corners of her eyes. She looked up at him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him deeper. The thick cock inside her and the steady pressure of his hand on her breast made every thought heavier.
For a moment she stayed silent. Only the wet sound of their joined bodies and her soft, involuntary moans filled the hut. Then her voice came out quiet, almost trembling, but clear.
Padma: “Then tell me the truth once again…
Clearly.
What exactly did you both talk about me?
How did you plan all of this?
I want to hear it properly…
Without any soft version.”
Rajan kissed her again — deeper this time — while his hips began to move in slow, heavy strokes. His hand kept kneading her breast, squeezing and releasing, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Padma’s ass lifted again, meeting his thrusts without her fully realising it.
Rajan: “I went to him.
Not the other way around.
I’ve been obsessed with you for years.
And I never forgot how you destroyed my respect in this village… how you made me look powerless in front of everyone.
So I decided to take my revenge in the only way that would truly reach you.”
He pushed deeper and at the same time lowered his head to her other breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Padma let out a long, broken moan. Her hips jerked upward.
Rajan (lips still brushing her wet nipple):
“I told Mohan exactly what I wanted.
I told him I would seduce you.
That I would take you in every hole —
your mouth, your pussy, your ass —
one after another.
That I would fuck you until you became mine in the most complete way.
And that Mohan would have to watch…
holding his own cock…
while I claimed his wife.
Padma: You said all of that to him…? And what did he say?
Did he get angry? Did he scold you…?”
Rajan released her breast with a wet sound and kissed his way back up to her mouth. His hand continued squeezing the soft flesh, while his other hand slid under her and gripped her ass, pulling her up to meet every stroke. Her body kept responding — her ass lifting, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him.
Rajan: “No.
He didn’t scold me. He said he will holding his tiny cock shaking see you see you taken by a powerful man.want to see you experience the most intense pleasure of your life… bcz he can’t satisfy you the way you need.
He only asked one thing —
that he never loses you completely.
That he remains your husband.”
So don’t feel guilty
Rajan: “Imagine it right now, Padma.
Enjoy the thought.
Mohan is sitting there holding his tiny cock,
watching me fuck you with this eight-inch cock.
See, Mohan…
Look how I’m fucking your beautiful wife.
Look how her tight pussy is taking every inch.
Look how her ass keeps lifting up for me.
I’m already inside her cunt…
and I’m on my way to filling all three of her holes.
And imagine he is speaking to me while I fuck you.”
He pushed in hard, making her moan, then continued in a slow, deliberate tone as if he were repeating Mohan’s words in real time:
Rajan: “Listen to him, Padma…
Hear your husband saying it…
‘Fuck her deeper, Rajan.
Use that big cock of yours and fill her.
Ravish her.
She needs a real cock…
A thick, long cock that can reach places I never could.
My tiny one can never satisfy her the way she deserves.
You give her the pleasure I failed to give.
Take her completely…
While I watch.’”
Padma’s eyes flew open. A wounded, trembling cry left her throat. The idea that her own husband could be saying those words while another man was inside her hit her harder than the physical thrust.
He kept thrusting deep and slow, one hand pressing and squeezing her full breast, the other gripping her ass so she could not escape the rhythm. His voice stayed low and steady against her ear, forcing the imagined words of her husband deeper into her mind.
Padma’s eyes lost focus.
The physical sensation of his thick cock stretching her, the wet sound of their bodies, the heat of his mouth on her skin — all of it blurred as her mind slipped inward. Suddenly she was no longer only under Rajan. In her thoughts she was looking straight at Mohan.
Her lips moved almost soundlessly, the words forming inside her head first, then spilling out in broken, emotional fragments between her moans.
Padma (voice shaking, half-spoken, half-thought):
“Mohan…
Please…
Stop this…
Ahhhhhhh…
Look at me…
See your wife…
Your beautiful wife is being fucked…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
By another man…
Stop him…
Please…”
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes down toward her temples. Her body still moved with Rajan’s thrusts — her ass lifting, her back arching — but her mind was pleading with the man who was not there.
Padma: “Mohan…
Why did you allow this…?
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m your wife…
He’s inside me…
So deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Tell him to stop…
Pull him off me…
Save your wife…
Please…
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him…
Please…
This bull is destroying your wife…
Ahhhhhhh…
He’s so deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Save me…
Look at what he’s doing to me…”
Even as the words left her mouth, her fingers clenched harder on Rajan’s ass and pulled him in. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her pussy gripped his cock with every thrust, wet and greedy.
Padma: “Ahhhhhhh…
Mohan…
He’s not stopping…
Your beautiful wife is open under him…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
He’s fucking me so hard…
Stop this bull…
Please…
He’s going to ruin me…”
Her nails scbangd down his back again, leaving faint red lines. She dragged his hips forward with both hands, forcing his cock deeper, and a long, helpless moan tore out of her.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Don’t stop him… Mohan
Ahhhhhhh…
Let him do it…
Let him finish what he started…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Mohan…
I’m sorry…
Your wife is gone.. ahhhhh…
The contradiction tore her apart. In her mind she was still begging her husband to rescue her from the bull who was claiming her. In her body she was hugging Rajan tightly, scratching his back and ass, lifting her hips, and pulling him deeper with every stroke. Her moans grew longer and more broken, carrying both grief and raw need.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him before he makes me cum…Yes yes yessss hmmmm… am about to cum..
Padma: Rajan harder harder.. don’t stop.. take me fill me..
Rajan smiling in the corner..
Ahhhhhhhh…
I’m going to break…”
Her body started trembling hard. The deep thoughts, the guilt, the pleasure, and the thick cock driving into her all collided at once. She clung to Rajan like she was drowning, nails digging into his ass, The clear, slippery fluid forced its way out with every hard pulse of her pussy, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the mattress beneath them. The sound turned wetter, heavier — a soft, filthy squelching every time he pushed back into her.
Padma’s eyes flew open for a second in shock. She could feel it happening.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Something’s… coming out…
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m… leaking…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…”
It ran down the curve of her ass and spread under her. Her pussy, which had been clenching so tightly around him only moments earlier, began to lose its grip. The intense spasms slowly left her walls soft and open. Where she had been gripping him like a fist, she now felt loose, swollen, and extremely wet — her entrance staying slightly parted even when he pulled back, as if her body had surrendered completely.
Rajan felt the change immediately. Her pussy hole become loose , His cock slid in and out with almost no resistance now, gliding through the flood of her release. the tightness had melted into a soft, open wetness that let him sink even deeper with every stroke.

[Runer]

Nice update

[Runer]

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[Hotgiri]

Please update

[ReddygReddy]

Fantastic story .. please continue n let Padma invite Richard to her home n fuck infront of Mohan also as in telugu story lo r please bring Richards friend and let both fuck Padma together

[poorangyan]

Very well-written.

[sharath841]

Ok @ReddygReddy but can you share me Telugu version of the story plz ..

[sharath841]

Rajan still had her legs raised high over his shoulders. Padma’s pussy was completely soft and loose now. Every hard thrust produced a loud, wet pach-pach sound as his thick cock slammed into the flooded heat and pulled back again. The soft, open flesh made no resistance — only thick, slippery noise with every stroke.
He gripped her ass tighter and drove in deeper, listening to the wet sounds her body made around him.
Rajan: “Listen to that… pach-pach… your pussy has become so loose. After you came, it just opened up for me. Soft… wet… taking everything without any tightness left.”
He thrust harder, the pach-pach growing louder and thicker.
Rajan: “Feel how open you are. This loose pussy is going to take my whole cum. All of it. It’s so open now, nothing will spill out — it will just swallow every drop I give it.”
As the words left his mouth, the realization settled over Padma.
She could feel the bare, hot skin of his cock moving inside her — no thin barrier, nothing between them.
Padma: “Rajan… wait… ahhhh… you’re not wearing anything… there’s no condom…”
He didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting deep, the pach-pach of her loose pussy continuing under him, his hand still tight on her ass.
Rajan: “No. Nothing between us. I’ve wanted you for so long. Every time I saw you… I wanted to be inside you like this — open and taking everything.”
Padma’s hands pressed against his chest. The thick, unprotected heat of him stretching her soft, loose walls made the reality sharper.
Padma: “Rajan… don’t… ahhhh… don’t come inside me… please… pull out…”
She tried to shift her hips, wobbling under him, attempting to ease him out. Her legs trembled on his shoulders as she pushed weakly at his chest and tried to close her thighs.
Padma: “No… ahhhh… not inside… please… take it out…”
Rajan’s body settled heavier over hers. He kept her legs locked on his shoulders and pressed down, holding her firmly in place with his weight. One hand stayed on her ass, the other braced beside her head. He didn’t pull out. Instead he drove deeper, pinning her open beneath him, the wet pach-pach sounds continuing with every stroke into her loose heat.
Rajan: “I’ve waited too long for this. Your pussy is already so open… it’s going to take every drop.”
Padma’s body struggled for a moment longer — small, restless movements, her hips trying to twist away — but his weight and the grip on her ass kept her unmoving. Every attempt to dislodge him only made his thick cock sink deeper into her soft, flooded, loose pussy, the wet sounds growing louder.
He held her tight, hips locked against her, and kept thrusting in short, heavy strokes. The pach-pach of her open pussy filled the hut. Her protests mixed with broken moans as the tension continued to build.
Rajan: “Padma… please… don’t stop me now. I’ve tried for so many years… I wanted to love you so badly… every time I saw you I wanted this, and only with you. And now… now you’re not letting me finish like that. Just this once… let me. You can take the pills later… just don’t push me away. Stay like this with me.”
His words did not erase her fear about the lack of protection. What changed was the weight of his plea. When he said he had wanted to love her so badly for years, that every time he saw her he had carried this desire, and that she was now the only one stopping him from completing it, something shifted in her perception of the moment.
Padma placed her hand against his chest and looked directly into his eyes.
Padma: “Wait. I need you to listen to me. I am serious. Don’t put your cum inside me. Stop…”
Rajan: “I understand. Nothing will happen. You can take contraceptives… don’t worry. Just be in the moment of love. It’s not force… it’s the intensity of love stored for years, Padma.”
His words were soft and mild, spoken close to her ear. He kissed her ear slowly, then moved down to her neck. She slowly closed her eyes.
Padma remained quiet for a moment, trying to understand her own feelings.
Padma: “But why did you force me…? I don’t like that…”
Rajan: “No, I’m not forcing you. I’m loving you… intensely. I love you.”
Hearing his words about love and his long-lasting waiting for her, she experienced a sudden sense of being the sole focus of a long, intense wanting. That kind of concentrated desire felt unusually powerful — almost like a form of recognition. For a few seconds the fear of consequences was pushed aside by the emotional force of being told, in the most physical situation possible, that she had been desired this completely for years.
She became quiet again.
Her resistance stopped.
Her body stopped trying to twist away.
She remained under him, still tempered, still aware, but no longer actively resisting.
Padma: “You say you’ve wanted me for years. But I need to know whether you truly care about me… or whether this is still about your revenge… because you’re forcing me.”
Rajan: “If you don’t want this, I can still stop. Shall I stop, Padma…?”
While speaking, he slowly kissed and rubbed his lips against the nape of her neck and the base of her ears. The sensation made it hard for her to control herself.
Padma: “Rajan… I’m frightened. There’s no protection… that’s why I’m scared…”
She was not in a position to say a clear “no” and stop him, yet she also did not want to tell him to continue. So she remained silent for a while. He kept kissing and hugging her, but he stopped moving his hips, waiting for her answer. She wondered why he had stopped, why he was leaving her in this suspended state.
Rajan: “Shall I continue… or stop?”
Padma (with shyness): “I don’t know… You’re embarrassing me…”
Rajan: “Alright… shall I continue then?”
Padma hugged him and whispered: “Hmm…”
Rajan felt the change the moment her resistance truly ended.
Her hands no longer pressed against his chest. The restless twisting of her hips stilled. She remained open under him, legs still locked on his shoulders, soft and quiet. The resistance had gone.
He realized it at once.
A small, private smile touched the corner of his mouth. After so many years of wanting, after every failed attempt, this beautiful woman was finally still beneath him. How many men in the apartment had looked at her, wanted her, imagined her — and now it was him buried deep inside her open, loose pussy, about to finish what none of them ever could. The thought sent a fresh, deeper wave of heat through him, sharper than before. Excitement stacked on top of the pressure already building, mixed with something almost tender.
He started moving harder, but the strokes carried more weight than force — deep, full, intimate.
The wet pach-pach of her soft pussy grew fuller with every thrust. His rough, dark body pressed completely against her smooth, fair skin — chest to chest, stomach to stomach — glued together. One hand stayed on her ass, holding her close; the other slid up her back, fingers spreading gently across her skin as he pulled her tighter against him.
Padma’s breath changed. Soft, high, little moans slipped from her throat with every deep stroke.
Padma: “Mmmhh… ahhh… Rajan…”
The sudden closeness, the heat of his body covering hers, the way he held her as if he never wanted to let go — it pulled a quiet wave of temptation through her. Her arms rose and wrapped around his back, hugging him tighter instead of pushing away. Her soft body lifted to meet him, accepting the deeper rhythm. Her full breasts pressed firmly against his broad, strong chest.
Rajan’s voice broke against her ear, low and rough, almost shaking with the emotion of finally being this close.
Rajan: “I’m going to come… I’m going to fill your pussy… take it… please… take all of it… I love you, baby… right now it feels like only the two of us exist in the world… no one to disturb us… no one between us… I love you so much…”
Padma: “ Padma: “Haaa… yesss… hmm… no no stop it… no don’t stop… yes love you… Rraaaajj… no don’t stop… don’t stop… continue… haaa…”
She started rubbing his back all over, pressing her hands against his strong buttocks. Her nails scratched his back, causing him some discomfort. In that moment she had temporarily lost sight of the fact that she was married, that she was sophisticated, that he had lied, that he had manipulated her husband, that he had tried to force her, and that she was now ready to take his cum.
He kissed her — slower this time, deeper, mouth open against hers — while his hips kept moving with heavy, intimate strokes. Their bodies stayed completely glued, his rough skin against her smooth fairness, as the final pressure tore through him.
He buried himself to the root and locked there, a long, broken sound leaving his throat as thick pulses of cum flooded her soft, open heat. Pulse after heavy pulse emptied into her while he held her tightly, kissing her, hugging her, his entire body pressed against hers as he finished inside her at last.
A sudden, thick heat flooded the softest part of her. It was heavier than she expected — hot and dense — spreading quickly through the open space he had kept stretched. Pulse after pulse followed, each one a distinct, warm surge that she felt clearly against her sensitive walls. The heat kept building inside her as he stayed buried deep, his cock twitching and releasing more. She could feel herself growing even wetter, the mixture of her own earlier release and his thick cum making everything slicker, hotter, fuller.
Her soft walls fluttered weakly around him, not clenching, just receiving. The sensation was intimate and almost too much — the deep stretch, the continuous warmth pouring into her, the way his body stayed completely glued to hers while he filled her. She felt claimed from the inside in the quietest, most complete way: open, soft, and holding everything he gave her.

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Padma lay utterly still beneath him, her hands resting limply on his broad shoulders. The heavy, pulsating warmth inside her seemed to radiate through her whole lower body, leaving her completely drained. Her mind was a chaotic blur, torn between the raw, inescapable sensation of what had just happened and a sudden, sharp wave of cold panic that began creeping into her chest.
Rajan rested his heavy forehead against the dip of her neck, his chest heaving up and down as his breathing gradually slowed. His body remained fully pressed against hers, warm and solid in the dim, cool air of the fodder room.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Slowly, Rajan lifted his head, looking down into her face. Her eyes were open, staring blankly up at the dark wooden rafters. Her lips were parted, and a single tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye, tracking down into her hair.
Rajan: (softly, his voice low and heavy) “Padma...”
His hand moved gently up her arm, his fingers caressing her cheek to wipe the tear away. But the moment his skin touched hers, Padma flinched.
The spell of the moment had broken. The heat that had consumed her only minutes ago was replaced by an overwhelming, suffocating weight of guilt. She looked down at where they were still joined, then up at his dark, satisfied face, and the full reality of her actions crashed down on her like a physical blow.
Padma: (whispering, her voice trembling) “Rajan... please. Get off me.”
Rajan didn't move immediately. He studied the raw conflict in her eyes, a faint, knowing curve lingering at the edge of his mouth.
Rajan: “Why the sudden rush? We're still catching our breath.”
Padma: (her voice rising, frantic) “Please! Move, Rajan! It’s over... it’s done. I need to get up!”
Seeing the real panic rising in her eyes, Rajan slowly shifted his weight, pulling back and easing himself off her. As he disengaged, the immediate physical absence left her feeling hollow and exposed, the warm slickness reminding her with every second of what she had allowed to happen.
Padma instantly turned onto her side, pulling her knees up slightly as if to shield herself. She grabbed her crumpled salwar kameez from the corner of the mattress with trembling hands, hastily covering by holding it.
Her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs—not from passion anymore, but from sheer terror.
Padma moved carefully across the floor, still only half-dressed. Her dress lay a short distance away; her panty had ended up farther off in another direction. She bent and reached for one piece, then another, gathering each item from different spots. The scattered clothes forced her to turn and lean repeatedly, her movements practical and a little hurried.
Rajan remained where he was, watching her.
Each time she bent, the smooth curve of her body became more pronounced. His eyes followed the line of her back and the soft, full shape of her ass as she shifted from one piece of clothing to the next. A fresh heat rose in him. He felt himself harden again, the sight of her bending and searching stirring the same deep wanting that had not fully settled.
After a moment he stood and crossed the short space between them. Before she could straighten with the last item in her hand, his arms came around her from behind.
The sudden contact sent a sharp, involuntary jolt through her.
One of his hands settled low on her hip; the other slid across her stomach, drawing her firmly against him. She felt the unmistakable hardness of him push against the soft curve of her ass.
Padma’s breath caught in her throat. A tight heat flared low in her body — not desire exactly, but a raw, startled physical response she could not control. Her skin prickled where his arms held her. Her stomach tensed under his hand. For a second her knees weakened, and a faint tremor ran down her thighs.

At the same time a cold wave of panic rose in her chest. Her fingers clenched around the clothes she was holding. Her shoulders stiffened. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, jaw locked, as the conflicting sensations — the unwanted physical reaction and the sharper weight of guilt — collided inside her.
She remained frozen in his arms for a long moment.
Her voice came out low and strained.
Padma: “Leave. It’s over. It’s already late.”
She shifted her weight, attempting to step forward. Rajan did not release her. Instead he lowered his head near the curve of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His hands stayed firm on her hips, keeping her in place.
Rajan: “I still want to love your bum… just let me love your soft bum a little more. Stay like this for me… just a little longer.”

A flush of discomfort mixed with the lingering guilt rose in her face. She turned her head slightly, though she still avoided looking at him fully.
Padma: “No. Geeta and Mahesh may come. It’s enough . Please leave.”
Her words carried clear urgency. She pushed lightly against his forearm, trying to free herself.
Rajan: “For your clarification, I’ll check. No one is coming.”
But he made no move to step away. His arms stayed around her. One hand shifted slightly lower, resting against the soft curve of her ass with quiet possessiveness.
Rajan guided her hips lower until she was on her hands and knees, her back arched, the soft curve of her ass raised toward him.
From this angle her ass rose full and round, the soft cheeks smooth and warm under the dim light. The deep cleft between them was shadowed, the skin there a slightly darker, richer tone than the rest of her body.
At the centre the tight, small hole was visible, delicate and closed, the surrounding skin a deeper brown against the lighter fairness of her thighs and lower back.
He stared for a long moment, the sight holding him. Then he brought one hand forward and rested his palm over the soft curve. His fingers spread, feeling the warmth and the slight give of her flesh.
The moment his palm settled over the soft curve of her ass, Padma felt the full warmth and weight of his hand. His skin was slightly rough against hers.
When his fingers flexed, she felt the subtle shift of each one against her skin. The contact sent a low, involuntary shiver up her spine. The area was still sensitive from everything that had happened earlier, so even this steady, open-handed touch felt amplified — warm, heavy, and impossible to ignore. Her hips tensed for a second under the weight of his palm before she forced herself to stay still.
Rajan kept her in the raised position, his palm still resting on the soft curve of her ass. He leaned in and pressed his face against her ass , kissing the warm skin slowly, unhurried. His hand moved with quiet pressure, fingers spreading and His hand was moving slowly back and forth, or his fingers were gently rubbing and caressing the surface of her ass.
Padma’s breath shortened. A half-hearted wave of sensation moved through her body ,
Her arms trembled slightly. For a moment her hips eased back into the contact before she caught herself. At the same time the resistance remained.
She did not pull away completely, yet every quiet sound she made carried both the pleasure and the reluctance.
Padma: “Rajan… enough… please.”
He kissed the soft curve of her ass, then gave it a firm slap that produced a sharp, clear sound against her skin. The flesh jiggled slightly under the impact. He slapped again, slower, listening to the sound, before spreading her cheeks with both hands.
He leaned in close, pressed his face into the Hole, The warm, private scent of her hole reached him — deeper, muskier, slightly sharp and intimate . He breathed it in deliberately, then placed his lips. directly against the small, tight opening and kissed it. Padma’s body jolted. A short, startled laugh escaped her even as she tried to pull forward.
Padma: “No… dirty… Rajan, that’s dirty…”
Her voice mixed protest with the breathless sound of her laugh. She kept her face turned down, shoulders shaking slightly, caught between the physical shock of the contact and the half-hearted resistance that no longer fully stopped him.
Rajan straightened behind her. He gave both of her ass cheeks two firm, open-handed slaps, the sharp sounds clear in the quiet room. The soft flesh moved under each impact.
A short, broken moan escaped her throat before she could stop it.
Padma: “Ahh… Rajan…”
Then he rose fully and pulled her upright against him, wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Two of his hands slide from her smooth abdomen to her hanging boobs, pressing and holding the soft weight.
At the same time he pushed his hips forward, pressing the hard length of his penis firmly against the round, soft curve of her ass.
Padma’s body tensed inside the sudden full-body hold. Her breath caught.
feeling the heat of his chest along her back, the pressure of his hand on her breast, and the unmistakable hardness grinding slowly against her.
Rajan kept her pressed against him from behind. He shifted his hips lower, guiding the hard length of his penis between her thighs until the underside rested directly against her vulva. He began rubbing slowly back and forth, the thick shaft sliding along her soft, still-sensitive folds.
Padma’s breath caught. For the first several seconds she stayed rigid, hands braced, body unmoving as the steady friction continued against her. The heat and pressure were impossible to ignore.
After about ten seconds her hips gave a small, involuntary shift. Another followed. Almost without deciding to, she began moving with the rhythm of his rubbing — short, reluctant motions that matched the slow drag of his penis against her. Her breathing grew uneven, the coordination quiet and half-hearted, but present. Her body responding while her face stayed turned away, expression tight with the conflict between the physical sensation and the clear wish to stop.
Everything rushed back at once — the fact that she was still half-naked in this room, that Geeta and Mahesh could walk in at any moment, that Mohan’s message was still on her phone, that she had just let another man do these things to her.

A cold wave of fear moved through her chest, followed immediately by a heavier, sharper guilt. Her stomach tightened. Her hands began to shake. The physical sensations that had been pulling her only moments earlier suddenly felt distant and wrong.
Padma: “Rajan… stop. Now. Please.”
She pushed back against his arms with real force and stepped forward, breaking the contact. The cool air against her bare back made her flinch. She stood rigid, breathing fast, eyes wide with the full return of awareness. The only thing left in her mind was the urgent need to cover herself, leave this room, and undo as much of the night as she still could.
Padma did not look at him again. She turned away and began pulling her clothes on with quick, unsteady hands. First the panty, then the salwar, then bra,then the kameez.
Rajan remained where he stood. He watched her for a moment, still breathing heavily, the hardness in his body not yet gone. He turned away and began gathering his own clothes. He pulled on his banian, then his T-shirt, then stepped into his jeans. His movements were slower than hers, but deliberate. He respected her decision..
Before leaving, Padma noticed the mattress still lying unfolded in the room.
Padma: "Rajan, wait. We should fold the mattress and put everything back in its place. Geeta might notice if we leave things like this."
Rajan helped her fold the mattress neatly and move it aside. Padma then picked up the bouquet from the table, carefully holding it in her hand.
Padma: "I'll take this with me. We shouldn't leave anything behind."
They moved toward the entrance of the room. Padma paused just before stepping out. She opened the small bag she had brought with her and took out a compact mirror and a comb. In the dim light she quickly checked her face, then ran the comb through her hair, tugging the strands back into place and smoothing them down until they looked orderly again. She adjusted the neckline of her kameez once more, making sure nothing looked out of place.

Padma :Does my hair look properly set now? I just want to make sure Geeta doesn't suspect anything or get the wrong idea about us."

Rajan: "Don't worry. You look perfectly normal. Just behave as you usually do. She won't suspect anything."

Only when she was satisfied did she close the bag and step outside. Rajan followed a few paces behind, still silent, giving her the space she had claimed.

Just before leaving, Rajan gently pulled Padma closer, wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug and gave her a tender final kiss on her forehead and pressed kiss on her lips saying I love you Padma.. always..
Padma not saying anything not reciprocating but asking : Promise me, whatever happened between us today will remain our secret. Even Geeta and Mahesh or my husband ?
Rajan:Don’t worry  "I promise. Not a word to anyone."
Padma smiled softly, picked up her bag and bouquet, and prepared to leave.