Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Seeing Chacha bite down on Ganga's butt cheeks brought back the memory of how round and juicy her ass was. Srinu remembered the times he’d had her in doggy style, how he would lick her asshole before fucking her in the ass. He could still hear her playful protests, calling it “gross” and laughing that he was treating her ass as if it were ice cream. It was their secret, a part of her she had given only to him.


Now, the thought that this “ice cream,” once his alone to savor, might be eaten by a dirty old man like Chacha filled Srinu with a sickening dread. Each bite that Chacha took of her flesh, each possessive grip on her body, felt like it was chipping away at Srinu’s soul, taking everything he held dear and corrupting it. That sacred connection, that intimacy they had built together, was unraveling in front of him, leaving him feeling empty, broken, and as if he had lost all hope in life.

Javed, sensing Ganga’s control slipping further, decided to test his luck one more time. Leaning close to her, his eyes focused on her lips, he began to move his face toward hers, hoping she would finally let him kiss her. Just as he got close, Ganga turned her face away, a slight but unmistakable rejection. Frustrated but not deterred, Javed pleaded with a tone full of desperation.

Javed (voice thick with want, pleading): “Please, madam… bas ek baar… sirf ek baar ka mauka de do… [just once… just give us one chance]. Please, let us fuck you. Just once.”

But Ganga, keeping her face turned away, replied firmly, her voice steady despite everything happening around her.

Ganga (calmly, her face turned away): “No, please stop this. Let’s finish the game—I have to go back to my husband.”

Hearing her mention her husband, even after all they’d done to seduce and break her resolve, snapped something in Javed. His expression twisted with anger, and he spat out his frustration.

Javed (snarling, unable to hold back): “Randi! [Whore!]”

The harshness in his voice was unmistakable, and even Srinu, watching helplessly from afar, felt the sting of that word. Ganga turned, her face flickering with shock and anger, meeting his gaze. But Javed’s lips curled into a cruel smirk as he leaned closer, his tone turning sinister.

Javed (smirking maliciously): “Do you really think if you win this game, we’re just going to let you walk back to your husband? We would have fucked you anyway. This game was just a ruse to get you naked.”

Ganga’s enjoyment faded, anger taking over her expression as Javed’s true intentions became clear. Chacha, who had been absorbed in biting and savoring her body, stopped, looking over to witness the confrontation. Javed, still grinning, leaned in with a darker demand in his voice.

Javed (demanding, sneering): “Now, come here and give me a real kiss.”

He moved to press his lips to hers, but Ganga, her anger now flashing in her eyes, turned her face away in defiance. For a moment, Srinu felt a flicker of hope—maybe she’d slap him, just like she had done before when he first forced a kiss on her.

But instead, Ganga raised her hands, holding Javed’s face by his jaw, her glare fierce and unyielding. 



Srinu held his breath, expecting her to shove him or slap him away, but instead, he saw her gaze soften. Ganga's eyes locked with Javed’s, drifting slowly from his eyes to his lips, and Srinu felt a sickening dread in his gut. In that moment, he knew exactly what she was about to do.

Srinu (his thoughts racing, barely able to contain his horror): This whore… she’s actually going to kiss him.

Javed seemed to sense it too, his own eyes glinting with anticipation as he leaned closer, his mouth waiting for just a breath away from hers. Srinu felt as if he were watching in slow motion, unable to stop what was unfolding in front of him.



srinu practically jumped in his seat as Ganga leaned in fully, her lips pressing to Javed’s in a sudden, undeniable kiss.

What made it all the more unbearable was that it wasn’t just a simple kiss—Ganga’s mouth opened slightly, and her tongue slipped between Javed’s lips, deepening the kiss into something intimate, something that left Srinu feeling as though the ground had fallen out from under him. Her tongue moved against Javed’s, exploring his mouth in a way Srinu had thought was reserved only for him. He watched, heartbroken, as she rubbed her lips along Javed’s, savoring the kiss in a way that felt like an ultimate betrayal.



Srinu's heart sank further as he watched Ganga, with an unmistakable intimacy, press her lips fully against Javed's, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a slow, deliberate motion. It felt like a betrayal deeper than anything he could have imagined. He remembered how he loved every moment of their kisses, the way he used to feed her sweets before pressing his lips to hers, savoring the lingering sweetness of her tongue. Those kisses had been something sacred to him, a cherished ritual that he thought was just between the two of them.

Srinu (his thoughts, filled with despair): This was our moment, our connection… and now, she’s sharing it with him.

Srinu felt like he had hit rock bottom, his very sense of identity as her husband crumbling, knowing that something so personal, so intimate, was now being shared with a man he saw as nothing more than a “third-class laborer.”

Ganga's diary entry continued..

"I was furious with them, Srinu. When Javed revealed that their real plan was to keep me from you, to use this so-called game to strip me bare and humiliate me, I felt a rage I hadn’t known before. That bastard, Javed, even had the audacity to force a kiss on me. The idea of a laborer like him thinking he could put his lips on mine disgusted me. It reminded me of all those boys in college and college who dreamed of kissing me, who tried and were turned down because I knew better—I had my principles, my respect for our culture.

But then… when I held Javed’s face in my hands, something strange happened. That voice inside me, the one that’s always there, questioning everything, started speaking louder. It kept asking why I should be bound by these standards, these rules society has set. It whispered, ‘Why can’t you kiss strangers? Who decided that’s wrong for you? And what if he’s a laborer—aren’t they human too? Don’t they have feelings?’

I tried to silence it, tried to push down those thoughts, but the voice kept pushing, telling me, ‘Just kiss him… just kiss him.’

And then… I don’t know what happened, Srinu. I felt this rush, and before I could think, I leaned forward, closed the distance, and pressed my lips to his. I felt my tongue slip into his mouth, tasting him, as if I were suddenly lost in a need to do exactly what I’d always resisted. And for a moment… I lost myself in that kiss, in a way that felt both wrong and unstoppable. I don’t know how long we kissed, but suddenly…"

Srinu turned to video..

Meanwhile, Chacha, watching Ganga giving a deep lip kiss to Javed, felt his penis harden as he continued to stare, unable to hold back his arousal. Moving closer, he positioned himself behind her, gripping her waist firmly. He started rubbing himself against her ass over her langa, unable to resist the urge any longer. Driven by the sight of her tongue dancing with Javed’s, Chacha began humping her from behind, pressing himself into her, his breathing ragged as his excitement built with each movement.

A few moments passed as Srinu watched with a broken heart, unable to look away, as Ganga continued her deep kiss with Javed, letting her tongue explore his mouth while Chacha ground against her ass from behind. The betrayal felt visceral, raw, as he took in the sight of her lips moving with Javed’s and her body seemingly yielding to Chacha’s hands on her waist. Just then, a loud lorry horn honked from the road outside, the sudden sound piercing through the room.

The noise jolted Ganga from her trance. Her eyes widened as if she had just woken up, realizing what she was doing. In a swift, panicked motion, she gathered her strength, pushing both Javed and Chacha away, her hands instinctively crossing over her chest as she began to run toward the exit door. The force of her push made Javed’s coin slip from his hand, clattering onto the floor, while Chacha’s phone tumbled from his grip, hitting the ground beside it.

Seeing Ganga dash toward the exit, Chacha’s face twisted with frustration. He shouted after her.

Chacha (yelling at Javed): "Arey Javed, pakado use! [Hey, Javed, grab her!]"

Javed darted after her, with Chacha quickly snatching up his phone from the ground and following close behind. But before they could reach her, they stopped abruptly, watching in confusion as Ganga stood completely still by the door. She was facing the exit, the door open, yet she didn’t make a move to escape. Instead, she just stood there, her back to them, frozen.

Both men exchanged puzzled looks.

Chacha (glancing at Javed, bewildered): "Are vah! Baat kyun nahin rahi hai… darvaza to khula hai? [Hey, why isn’t she running… the door’s open?]"

Javed (his face mirroring Chacha’s confusion): "Are, mujhe kya pata, Chacha. [Hey, how should I know, Chacha?]"

Chacha (scratching his head, frowning): "Vah tab se bhagna chahti thi… ab bhaagane ka mauka mila hai, magar fir bhi nahin bhag rahi hai. [She wanted to run all this time… now she has a chance, but she isn’t running.]"

Javed (curious, his voice surprised): "Iska matlab kya hai? [What does it mean?]"

They soon had their answer when Ganga slowly turned her head back, glancing over her shoulder with a look that caught them off guard. A sly, naughty smile began to spread across her face, her eyes glinting with something neither man had expected.



Chacha (excitedly, his face lighting up): "Iska matlab vah humse chudwana chahti hai! [It means she wants us to fuck her!]"

Without hesitation, Javed lunged forward, scooping her up into his arms and planting a kiss on her lips as he did. Ganga responded, her arms wrapping around his neck, letting him carry her back inside. 



Srinu wanted to know why she stopped at the door. Why didn't she just run away when she had a chance? He looked in the diary for her thoughts where she explained.

"I know, Srinu, that you’re wondering why I didn’t run away when I could have. Why I stopped at the door, why I didn’t take the chance to escape. But you have to understand… there’s a voice inside me, one I’ve silenced for years. This voice kept asking, ‘Why are you running away? Do you really want to be known as someone who slept with only one man her entire life? Don’t you want to know how it feels to experience something different, to be with someone else?’

I never dared to explore these questions before, always choosing the path that was ‘right’ according to society’s standards. I’ve lived my whole life as the ‘sanskari’ woman, dedicated to one man, following the rules, earning respect. But what did I truly get out of it, Srinu? I watched my friends experiment freely, going off to have one-night stands, living their lives without guilt. They didn’t feel ashamed, they didn’t hold back. They had that freedom, that thrill. And they still returned to their partners, living happily, without any burden of guilt. For once, I wondered… what if I allowed myself the same?

This voice told me, ‘No one has to know. Just this once, you can have a night that’s only yours, a night where you break free of all the expectations. Srinu doesn’t have to know. Your family doesn’t have to know. You can still live happily after this. Just for tonight, let go of your principles and have fun.’

And I started to think… maybe it wasn’t such a terrible thing, this curiosity I felt. For so long, I’ve wondered if my friends were experiencing something more than me, something different, something I could never even imagine because I’d never allowed myself to step outside those boundaries.

It feels so wrong to even admit this to you, Srinu, and I know I should have pushed these thoughts away. A wife isn’t supposed to betray her husband, especially a husband as loving and dedicated as you. Our life together has been beautiful, and I love you so deeply, but… there’s always been this little part of me that questioned what it would be like to let go, to be free, to feel something completely new.

When Javed and Chacha first attacked me and took me to that room, I was absolutely determined to fight, to resist them with everything I had. I had no intention of letting them take advantage of me. But as the game went on, as they touched me, as they kept tempting me, that voice deep within me began to stir. The part of me that I had silenced for so long started to ask those questions again. I felt the weight of my ‘sanskari’ life, the years of suppressing my own desires, my own curiosity.

And then, as they kept pushing, touching, and testing me, I started to question… who am I really trying to impress by living this way? Why am I the only one who doesn’t get to experience more, to know the touch of someone other than the man I married? All of my friends have had that experience, and I’m the only one who held back, who never gave in to that curiosity.

Please, Srinu, don’t hate me, but in that moment, I decided… this would be my one night stand, my one chance to explore the side of myself I’d always buried. This would be my one-night stand, the secret that no one else would know, something I missed out on all those years. For this one night, I wanted to feel something different, to know what it’s like to let go and explore those parts of myself I never dared to reveal."

As Srinu finished reading, he felt a hollow ache where his love and trust had once been. Ganga’s words laid bare a side of her he had never known, a side that had yearned for freedom, for something beyond the life they had built together. Her honesty stung, her confession piercing through him with an intensity he hadn’t expected, leaving him to confront the pieces of his heart that felt shattered beyond repair.

Srinu watched as javed laid her down on the mattresses scattered across the floor, her body sinking into the softness as he leaned over her, their breaths mingling as the moment grew charged with anticipation.



As Javed gently laid Ganga down on the mattress, Srinu noticed an undeniable shift in her demeanor. She was no longer panicking or shouting for help; instead, she appeared calm, almost at ease. Her expression had softened, her breathing steady, as if she had made peace with what was happening. Javed settled beside her on the mattress, positioning himself to her left. He slid his left hand under her neck, using his arm to pull her closer. Ganga didn't come fully on top of him but lay partially against his side, nestled comfortably as if they were longtime lovers sharing a quiet, intimate moment.



Their lips met again in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind shared by two people savoring every second, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and electrifying. The urgency that had marked their earlier interactions had faded, replaced by a gentle, sensual connection. It was a stark contrast to the start of this encounter; now, they seemed like a couple basking in each other’s presence.



Meanwhile, Chacha, observing them, did not join immediately. He moved around the room, scanning for the perfect spot to set up his phone. After a moment of consideration, he found a place that satisfied him, placing the phone to capture the entire room in view. Satisfied with the angle, Chacha joined them on the mattress, stripped down to his underwear just like Javed, while Ganga lay before them in only her bra and langa, her body exposed and unguarded.

Srinu could see on the video that everything had settled into a strange calm. Ganga wasn’t resisting or arguing, and both Javed and Chacha had dropped any hint of aggression. It was clear now—she was cooperating fully, and they, in turn, had softened their approach, taking their time and moving with care.

Chacha leaned down to place a soft kiss on Ganga’s left shoulder, his lips warm and gentle against her skin. The touch drew her attention, and she paused her kiss with Javed, turning to look at Chacha with a small, inviting smile that welcomed him into the moment. 



Javed, however, wasn’t content to stop kissing her, and as Ganga turned her head to Chacha, he continued trailing kisses down her cheek, then along her chin, as if he couldn’t bear to break the contact.