CUCKOLD H & S Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

Thank you alll friends.... Tomorrow night big update

[kirak9484]

Thank you alll friends.... Tomorrow night big update

[Bobby9034]

Thank you alll friends.... Tomorrow night big update

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[Bobby9034]

Such high  level of attention to details, Bobby9034 !!!!

 When I become obsessed with a story I notice every little detail 

[Suvamani]

Please add some gifs

[kirak9484]

After the front door closed behind Vicky and Rohan, the house slowly returned to its ordinary quiet. Komali went to check on the baby. Ananya began clearing the table. Rajesh waited until both women were occupied, then slipped into the bathroom and locked the door.
He turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water, but his mind was still on the marital bed.
Every word Vicky and Rohan had spoken replayed in slow, filthy detail. The way they had sat on the exact mattress where Ananya slept with him. The way they describe how to fuck his wife Ananya. The casual description of how the whole house would echo with her moans. The deliberate reminder of the villa—how Rohan had made that other traditional wife cry out until the walls heard everything. The way both men had looked at his wife’s body while they spoke, and the way they had looked at the hard outline in his own trousers.
Rajesh’s cock, already half-hard from the memory, thickened rapidly under the water. He closed his eyes and let the images come.
Ananya on that same bed. Her soft traditional body stripped bare. Vicky holding her wrists while Rohan pushed into her slow and deep. The wet sound of her cunt taking every thick inch. Her head thrown back against the pillows, mouth open, the first helpless moan leaving her throat. Then louder. Then louder still—high, broken, continuous—until the entire house filled with the sound of his decent, shy wife being fucked open by two men who had already tasted her once.
His cock stood fully rigid, heavy and aching. He wrapped a soapy hand around it and stroked once, slow, imagining the exact moment Ananya’s eyes would glaze over, the exact pitch her voice would reach when she came on Rohan’s cock while Vicky watched and waited his turn. The thought made a thick bead of precum spill over his fingers.
“Hey Rajesh… what are you doing there? You went half an hour… come fast…”
Ananya’s voice floated through the closed door, ordinary and slightly impatient.
The sound of her real voice only made the fantasy sharper. He forced himself to stop stroking, rinsed quickly, and stepped out. His cock was still rock-hard, the thick length standing stiff against his stomach, the head flushed and wet. He wrapped a towel loosely around his waist—there was no hiding the tent—and left the bathroom.
Ananya was already on the bed, still in her saree, hair loosely tied, waiting. The same bed Vicky and Rohan had lounged on only hours earlier. The same mattress they had described soaking with her juices.
Rajesh closed the bedroom door behind him. Without a word he crossed the room, climbed onto the bed, and pulled her into his arms. His hard cock pressed unmistakably against her soft stomach through the thin towel and the layers of her saree.
Ananya’s eyes widened slightly at the feel of him.
Rajesh’s hands moved to the pallu, tugging it free, then to the hooks of her blouse. One by one he opened them. The soft weight of her breasts spilled free into his palms. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders, then reached for the string of her petticoat.
She stared up at him, stunned, a small, uncertain smile touching her lips.
“Hey Rajesh… I think you are in good mood…”
He answered only by lowering his mouth to her neck and continuing to strip her, the hard length of his cock still throbbing against her as the last of her clothes fell away on the very bed where two other men had already planned how they would take her.....


Ananya’s soft moan was the first sound that filled the bedroom.
Rajesh’s mouth moved slowly across the warm skin of her cleavage, tongue tracing the deep valley between her full breasts. He licked upward along the soft undersides, then across each nipple, drawing them into his mouth one after the other until they stiffened against his tongue. Ananya’s fingers slid into his hair, her breathing already changing. He continued lower—down the centre of her stomach, lingering at her navel, circling it with wet strokes—before settling between her thighs.
He spread her legs open with both hands. The soft, smooth folds of her pussy were already glistening. Rajesh lowered his head and began to lick, long and slow at first, then with more pressure, tongue flat against her clit, then dipping lower to taste the growing wetness. Ananya’s moans rose higher, her hips lifting to meet his mouth. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head. The taste of her, the soft sounds she made, the way her body opened for him—everything fed the heat already burning in his blood.
When he finally rose and pushed into her, she was soaked and ready. He sank in with one slow thrust. Ananya’s arms wrapped around his back, her soft moan turning into a longer, needier sound as he began to move. For a few minutes the only noises in the room were the wet slide of his cock inside her and her rising cries.
But his body betrayed him.
The images from the afternoon—Vicky and Rohan on this same bed, describing how they would stretch her open, how the whole house would echo with her moans—collided with the real feel of her tight cunt around him. The combination was too much. After barely five minutes his small cock pulsed hard and he came, spilling inside her with a choked groan while she was still climbing toward her own release.
Ananya’s body remained tense beneath him for a second longer, still seeking the pleasure that had been building. Then she felt him soften. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face—quick, almost hidden—but she said nothing negative. Instead she lifted her head and kissed him softly on the mouth, one hand stroking the back of his neck as if to reassure him.
Rajesh rolled to the side, chest still heaving. Shame and frustration twisted together in his stomach. He had not satisfied her. He never lasted long enough. The thought sat heavy and bitter.
And then the other thoughts returned, stronger than before.
Vicky’s voice on this very mattress: Whole house will echo with the sounds and moans of Ananya… this bed total will damp with juices.
Rohan’s lazy smile: Traditional wives always make the wettest sounds once you open them properly.
The memory of the villa—another traditional woman crying out under Rohan’s thick cock while Rajesh sat downstairs listening, already hard.
He stared at the ceiling, still half-hard from the fantasy even after finishing inside his wife. Two minds pulled at him. One was the pure husband who felt guilty for even imagining such things, who wanted only to protect and please Ananya himself. The other was darker, hotter, and growing stronger—the part that wanted to see her taken properly, stretched and moaning under men who could last, who could make her scream the way she never screamed for him.
Tonight the cuckold mind was winning.
He turned his head and looked at Ananya’s soft, still-flushed body beside him—the full breasts marked faintly by his mouth, the open thighs, the wetness of both of them still shining on her skin. The image of Vicky and Rohan replacing him on this bed rose unbidden and refused to leave. His cock twitched again with fresh, shameful life.
Ananya shifted closer and rested her head on his chest, unaware of the war inside him. Rajesh stroked her hair automatically, but his eyes stayed open in the dark, the filthy words of the two men still echoing, the fantasy of his traditional wife being fucked loud and deep on their marital bed already rewriting itself into something he no longer wanted to push away.

[kirak9484]

Rajesh lay awake in the dark long after Ananya had fallen asleep against his chest.
His mind had reached a full peak stage. Every thought circled the same impossible idea: how to convince his soft, traditional wife to accept a special treat from Vicky. How the two men would use her—slow at first, then deeper, harder—until she made the same loud, broken sounds he had heard two weeks earlier in the villa. That night he had sat downstairs with files in his lap while someone’s traditional housewife cried out under Rohan and Vicky’s thick cocks. The walls had carried every moan, every wet slap, every helpless cry. His own cock had stayed rock-hard the entire time.
Now the same fantasy wore Ananya’s face.
He saw her on this very bed, the one Vicky and Rohan had already claimed with words. Her saree gone. Soft thighs spread. Vicky holding her open while Rohan pushed inside. The first stretch making her gasp. Then the rhythm building until her voice rose higher and higher—the same high, continuous moans that had once belonged to another man’s wife—until the whole house echoed with the sound of his decent, shy Ananya being pleasured in ways his own small cock could never manage.
His hand had already closed around himself. The thick length stood at a full ninety degrees, heavy and leaking, while the filthy pictures played behind his closed eyes. He stroked slowly, imagining the exact moment her eyes would glaze, the exact pitch her voice would reach when she came on a cock that lasted longer than five minutes.
A soft shift of the mattress.
Ananya’s eyes opened.
She saw his hand moving on his hard cock and froze for a second, shocked.
“Hey… Rajesh…?”
He jerked his hand away as if burned, face flooding with heat.
“Nothing… just… by seeing you my cock got hard…”
Before she could answer he rolled toward her, pulling her close, mouth finding her neck, hands already pushing the nightgown up. This time there was no long teasing. He was too far gone. He kissed her breasts, spread her thighs, and pushed into her wet heat with a single thrust. Ananya’s soft moan rose against his ear as he began to move—fast, almost desperate—chasing the pleasure that was already racing ahead of him.
Five minutes.
That was all.
His small cock pulsed hard and he spilled inside her with a choked groan while she was still climbing. The same sharp disappointment flickered across her face for a heartbeat, then vanished. She said nothing negative. She only lay still beneath him, breathing, while he stayed buried in her, ashamed and soft.
Silence stretched.
Ananya’s fingers brushed his cheek.
“Why are you sitting silent… without a word?”
Rajesh’s throat worked. The apology sat heavy on his tongue—sorry I cannot last, sorry I cannot satisfy you the way those men could, sorry the only time I stay hard is when I imagine them taking you. He could not speak any of it.
Ananya’s voice stayed gentle.
“Rajesh… life is not only sex. It is a relationship between wife and husband. So why do you bother if you fuck only… I won’t be happy? It’s care. You care for me a lot. So I am a so-happy wife… and I am fortunately lucky to have such a good husband.”
She pulled him down into a soft hug, her full breasts pressing against his chest, her arms wrapping around his back. The warmth of her body, the quiet sincerity in her words, the complete absence of blame—everything should have soothed him.
Instead the cuckold hunger only burned hotter.
He held her tightly, face buried in her hair, cock already twitching again with fresh, shameful life at the thought of the proposal he still could not voice. The words pressed against his teeth—I want them to take you, I want to hear you moan the way that other wife moaned, I want to watch you come on cocks that can actually last—but they stayed locked inside.
Ananya stroked his back, believing the hug was only comfort.
Rajesh closed his eyes and let the fantasy rewrite itself once more: his traditional wife on this same bed, legs open for Vicky and Rohan, moaning loud enough to fill the house while he listened from the doorway, hard and helpless and finally satisfied in the only way that now seemed possible.
The pure-husband guilt was still there.
But the darker mind was winning.

[Arul Pragasam]

Super bro

[Shabaz123]

Awesome superb update

[Alexzender]

"Hey , you upload a story after such a long time, and even the update is so short that by the time we start enjoying reading it and arousal starts building up in the dick, the update ends. Because of this, it's hard to maintain interest in the story. At least give a full fucking session of Ananya in one update so that it's more fun to read. Please write a full fuck session in a single update so that the interest in the story stays alive."

[Alexzender]

"And yes, also give the update about the goons where Rajesh goes to the goons and watches Ananya's fucking video for the first time—how low-class goons turned his shy, innocent wife into a low-class whore by gangbanging and fucking her. And write specifically about how, for the first time, the lungi-wearing goons broke the seal of Ananya's virgin ass, and how scared Ananya was the first time taking such a big and thick dick in her virgin asshole—After watching video Rajeshthinking how he never put his small dick in that ass because he thought Ananya would feel pain, but those same goons fucked her ass card forcefully with their big and thick dicks without any mercy."

[Alexzender]

"Someone replied that low-class goons and Vicky & Rohan fuck Ananya, but Ananya shouldn't even let Rajesh touch her. I don't know why they want Ananya to not even let Rajesh touch her; Rajesh is her husband, he has every right to touch her. Now, if his dick is small and he can't satisfy Ananya by fucking her for a long time, what is Rajesh's fault in that? God made him that way.
By the way, my dick is also small like Rajesh's—only 4 inches—and I also can't satisfy my wife, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't have the right to touch my wife.
Instead of that, Vicky and Rohan should brutally and forcefully fuck Ananya in front of Rajesh, humiliate him, and Rajesh should sit and watch how his innocent, shy wife gets fucked in front of him by two other men like a whore, and those two make his wife a whore and fuck her. And after they finish fucking her, Rajesh claims his wife back, but after getting fucked by such big and thick dicks, Rajesh's small dick isn't even felt inside her stretched-out pussy."

[Rakul1985]

Fine. I thought Rohan and Vicky will take turns fucking ananya in her house while one keeps other busy in conversation somewhere else.
Also they haven't gone for new adventures.
Somehow Rohan is hero now and Vicky is side character.

[poorangyan]

Very well-written.

[Rakul1985]

From adultery category bis changed to Cuckhold. Enjoy interested people. Bye.

[Zebra123]

Yeah kirak , I told you, don't make the story like cuckold. It's boring. Make it as such that female characters resist the temptations but eventually give in to different males. It's adultery bro. Also you said some mega update will be there but there's none.