Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Ganga shifted her body slightly, creating a bit more space for Chacha. With a calm, inviting gesture, she raised her left hand, resting it on the back of Chacha’s head. She guided him to her back, inviting him to continue his kisses along her shoulders, her body language fully open, as though surrendering herself to their touch. Chacha responded eagerly, his mouth returning to her skin, trailing soft, lingering kisses down her back, each kiss sending gentle tremors through her as she embraced the tenderness between them.




As Ganga resumed kissing Javed, her focus seemed to waver, her attention divided between his lips and the sensations Chacha was creating from behind. Chacha's lips began trailing a line of warm, wet kisses along her neck, moving down to her shoulder, nibbling and biting just enough to send a shiver through her.



Each gentle bite elicited soft moans from her that vibrated through Javed's mouth, her breath coming in heated gasps against his lips. Javed, hearing her moans intensify, was spurred on, deepening their kiss, savoring each sound she made.

With each passing second, Ganga’s moans grew louder, her pleasure building as Chacha continued his work behind her, turning up the intensity. His mouth became more urgent, kissing and biting along her neck, his hands moving over her ass, kneading each cheek firmly.



Ganga arched back into his touch, her hand reaching back to grip his hair, guiding his head closer, urging him on. Chacha took the cue, biting down gently on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he explored each inch. His hand gripped her ass more insistently, taking turns with each cheek, pressing into her with a possessive need.



chacha's grip on her ass tightening as he took turns kneading each cheek. Ganga placed her hand over Chacha’s, and Srinu, watching through the video, thought she might be asking him to stop. But then he saw her guiding Chacha’s hand beneath her langa, allowing him direct access to her skin. Chacha eagerly complied, his fingers exploring as he began rubbing her intimately, his fingers grazing her asshole, which he teased with a deliberate touch.



Srinu, watching this unfold, felt an ache deep within, unable to comprehend how his traditionally-minded, “sanskari” wife could allow someone like Chacha to touch her so intimately.

Chacha, emboldened, leaned in close, his mouth by her ear as he licked behind it and nibbled on her earlobe.

Chacha (whispering with a grin): “Madam, are you only going to kiss Javed all night? Now it’s my turn to kiss you.”



With a playful expression, he held her chin, turning her face toward him, breaking her kiss with Javed. But Javed, unwilling to lose her attention, cupped her face in his hand, pulling her back toward him. It quickly became a tug-of-war, each of them wanting to claim her lips.

Ganga, without a word, gently removed both their hands from her face, calmly signaling them to pause. Then, like a mother sharing with her children, she tugged her left bra pad aside, revealing her left breast. Srinu, watching, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. With one hand, Ganga guided Javed’s head down to her exposed nipple, encouraging him to suck, while she turned her head toward Chacha, inviting him to kiss her on the lips.

Chacha and Javed, each now satisfied with their place, indulged eagerly. Javed latched onto her nipple, sucking passionately, while Chacha and Ganga kissed wildly, their mouths meeting with fervor, Chacha’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue eagerly exploring her mouth. Ganga responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him in as their mouths moved together, hungrily tasting and savoring each other. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as they kissed with wild intensity, lost in the heat of the moment.



Srinu sat frozen, his world unraveling as he watched his beloved Ganga, the woman he had seen as pure, as his one true partner, surrender herself to two strangers. Her soft lips, once his alone, now moved fervently against Chacha’s, her mouth meeting his with wild abandon. 

The intimacy he thought was reserved for them was now shared so freely, so openly, that it made Srinu question everything he believed in. The reality of the moment struck him deeply. His mind raced with memories of heated debates with his friends, especially Abhishek, who had always argued against the idea of the “sanskari” woman. Abhishek’s words echoed in his head, about how so-called "sanskari" women hid their desires under a veil of propriety, while those openly honest about their pasts were, ironically, more transparent. He remembered how fiercely he’d defended Ganga, holding her up as proof of his belief in traditional values, convinced she was different, that she was pure and sincere.

But now, watching her in this moment, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed—not just by her but by his own faith. He questioned if he’d been wrong all along, if perhaps the values he held so close were nothing more than illusions. His trust, his pride in her innocence, now felt painfully naive.

As Ganga and Chacha’s kiss grew deeper, Javed reached behind her, his fingers skillfully undoing the hooks of her bra. With one smooth motion, he slid it down her arms until it fell away completely. Now, she is only in her langa tied around her waist, her Mangalsutra resting seductively on her breasts. Javed’s eyes darkened with desire as he reached forward, pushing her Mangalsutra aside, and bent to take her other nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply while his hands massaged her breasts with a firm, possessive touch. Ganga also encouraged him by tucking javed's head deeper into her breasts.



Ganga’s breath hitched, and, unable to resist, she slipped her right hand between them, reaching down to feel the hard outline of Javed’s cock over his underwear. Her fingers pressed against his cock, he could feel the jolts of pleasure shooting through him with her touch.

Javed (gasping, his voice thick with arousal): "madam... Ahhh?

Ganga’s fingers brushed over his length, her touch exploring, teasing him. Driven by the sensation, Javed’s lips sought hers, pulling her face from Chacha’s kiss with a sense of possessive urgency. Yet, even as he did, he felt the tension building between them, the unspoken rivalry for her attention.

Before it could escalate, Ganga noticed Chacha’s disappointment, a flicker of longing in his gaze. She guided his head with her left hand, directing him to his favorite part of her body—her ass.



Chacha wasted no time. He trailed kisses down to her hips, his mouth moving over every curve, licking and biting gently as he reached her ass. Ganga arched into him, pressing his face deeper against her, feeling the roughness of his stubble and the heat of his mouth.