Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Ganga glanced over her shoulder at Chacha, momentarily catching his gaze. His eyes held a disturbing hunger that unsettled her, but his flattery was strangely disarming.




she later wrote, "Srinu, this time, they weren’t just trying to touch me. They were trying to manipulate me with their words, showering me with compliments. Even if I laughed at them, their gaze was undressing me. It was like I could feel their eyes, stripping away whatever remained of my clothing.”

Srinu, watching the video, noticed Ganga’s subtle discomfort as she tried to cover her cleavage. But Javed quickly intervened, his voice soft and persuasive.

Javed (smoothly): “Please, madam, don’t hide yourself. It’s a sin to cover this kind of beauty.”

Chacha (supportively): “Yes, madam, it’s a crime to even wear clothes over such beauty. Let us help you take them off.”

Without waiting for her reaction, Chacha placed one hand on her back, rubbing it softly, while his other hand reached down, grasping her langa, attempting to pull it down. Ganga turned sharply.



she placed her hand on Chacha’s to stop him. But Srinu noticed her reaction was slower than before, almost as if her resolve was wavering.

Taking advantage of her focus on Chacha, Javed slid his hands over her chest, cupping her softly. Ganga looked at javed, her other hand pressing against his to push him away.



Ganga (softly, almost pleading): “Stop it… please, remove your hands.”

Srinu observed with mounting confusion; her voice lacked its usual fire. He watched as they continued groping her for a few moments before she finally managed to push them off, her breathing heavy with the effort.

Javed and Chacha stood back, frustrated yet clearly still eager, their eyes lingering on her. Javed broke the silence, his voice taking on an almost desperate tone.

Javed (pleadingly): “Enough with this silly game, madam. Please, just give us a chance… let us fuck you once.”

Chacha nodded, his voice pleading as well.

Chacha (gently): “Yes, madam, only once. If you don’t like it, you can go.”

Srinu held his breath, certain that Ganga would lash out in anger. But her response shook him to his core.

Ganga (calmly, with a hint of finality): “If you want me… then finish the game.”



Srinu sat in stunned silence, reeling from her words. The thought that she might actually let them have her if they won was a shock he couldn’t process.

she later wrote, "I know, Srinu, you must be angry reading this. But you have to understand—I had to keep them playing. If they stopped now, I wouldn’t have any leverage. I had to keep them interested in the game… it was my only way out.”

Srinu leaned back, unsure what to think, watching as the game continued, wondering just how much further Ganga would be pushed before she escaped… or surrendered.

Reluctantly, Javed flipped the coin, and once again, Ganga lost. The air was thick with tension, each one acutely aware of the lingering effects of their previous touches. Javed and Chacha both anticipated that Ganga would remove something minor, like her bangles, but her next move caught everyone off guard.

Slowly, with a deliberate touch, Ganga moved her hands up to the hooks of her blouse. Javed and Chacha both felt a jolt of excitement, thinking for a moment she might actually remove her blouse. But then, she only undid a single hook—just enough to tease them without fully revealing anything. 



The look on both men’s faces was one of agonizing frustration, and Srinu, watching the video, was stunned by this unexpected move.

Ganga wrote:
"Srinu, I know exactly what you're thinking: what kind of wife would go so far as to tease strange men by undoing her blouse like that? But you need to understand, this wasn’t about letting them have me—it was about punishing them. After the way they put their hands on me, I knew I didn’t have the strength to fight back physically, so I had to play them in another way. If I could leave them wanting and denied, I’d have the last laugh, just like I did with those college guys who tried to mess with me.”

Reading her words, Srinu's mind filled with disgust. He thought, "What a shameless woman, pretending to justify herself with these excuses."

Javed's eyes were glued to Ganga, her blouse slipping open just enough to reveal more of her cleavage, teasing him beyond his control. He snapped, his voice dark and rough with desire.

Javed (snarling): "Sali randi! [You damn slut!]"

Without another thought, he lunged at her, his hands grabbing her breasts, pressing them hard as his lips latched onto her skin, kissing and licking every inch of her chest and cleavage.



Before Ganga could react to his onslaught, Chacha came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.



chacha's mouth finding the back of her neck. He kissed her skin slowly, his breath hot against her, making her shudder.




In the video, Srinu watched, his heart hammering as Ganga struggled to fend them off. She raised her left hand, pushing Chacha away, while her right hand pressed against Javed's face, trying to break free.

Javed, however, wasn’t giving up. Instead of pulling back, he pushed on, his mouth moving up her neck, closing in toward her lips.

Ganga twisted her face away, managing to keep his lips from touching hers. Watching this, Srinu felt a strange surge of relief. The thought of Javed kissing Ganga’s lips felt like too much, too intimate. Only I deserve that, he thought fiercely. No one else.

Javed, visibly frustrated by Ganga’s rejection, returned to her breasts, biting and sucking with renewed hunger. To Srinu’s dismay, he noticed Ganga’s expression soften; instead of fighting, she seemed to be giving in, her hands loosening their hold on Javed as he pressed into her. A small, almost involuntary moan escaped her lips as her fingers found Javed’s back, pushing him closer to her chest.



Meanwhile, Chacha was intensifying his own touch, his hands roaming as he kissed up the side of her neck, now licking the back of her ear. Ganga’s eyes closed, a low, breathy sigh slipping past her lips.