Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Meanwhile, Javed’s mouth descended on her lips again, his kiss now filled with raw intensity. His teeth nipped at her lips, tugging, biting, savoring the taste of her as she rubbed her hand over his cock, her touch growing firmer. She could feel him twitch under her touch, the hardness pressing insistently against her hand.


Javed (breathless, his voice almost a growl): "Sali Randi... ahhh"

The pressure of her hand grew, and Javed’s movements became more frantic, his lips leaving a trail of kisses across her face, down to her neck. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, Ganga slipped her hand under his underwear, her fingers wrapping directly around his cock. The feeling of her warm, soft hand stroking him without any barrier sent a shockwave through his body.

Javed (groaning deeply, burying his face into her neck): "Sali kya randi hai yaar.. ahhhhh"[What a whore she is!]



Her strokes grew bolder, her fingers moving with purpose as she tightened her grip, each motion sending Javed spiraling further into pleasure. He kissed her wildly, his lips moving across her face and neck, drinking in her soft moans as she encouraged him.

Ganga (whispering, breathlessly): "Mmmmm.. Ahhhh!"



srinu could not believe that his beloved wife was being called RANDI! But instead of getting angry, she is stroking his cock.

Javed held Ganga's hand firmly, his voice rough and intense.

Javed (with a sly grin): "Sali randi, bus karo… nikal jayegi! [You damn slut, stop it… or I’ll finish!]"

At his words, Ganga’s hand stilled, releasing his cock. Javed leaned in, planting a swift kiss on her lips, his expression a mix of anger and desire.

Javed (with a dark chuckle): "Madarchod randi… ab tak hamen chhodkar jaane ka soch rahi thi… aur ab hamara land hila rahi ho! [Fucking whore… you thought of leaving me… and now you’re stroking my cock!]"

Ganga looked up at him, speechless, her breathing heavy as her gaze held his. Javed's eyes sparkled with a primal hunger.

Javed (murmuring, voice low and commanding): "Ab tak kaise hamen tadpa rahi thi… ab dekho, tumse kaise land chuswayenge. [You tortured me long enough… now see how I’ll make you suck my cock.]"

With that, he guided her down, pushing her firmly toward his cock. Ganga obeyed, rising from his side and positioning herself over him. 

Chacha, sensing her intent, moved back and waited to give her space.

Ganga settled onto her knees at Javed's feet, watching him lift his hips to tug off his underwear. She leaned forward to help him, her hands steady as she slid the fabric down his legs, freeing his cock. It stood hard and ready, angled straight from his body as he lay on the mattress.

Meanwhile, Srinu watched in the video, his mind spiraling with shock and disbelief. He could see everything—Javed fully exposed, Ganga poised over him, her body in a perfect doggy position as she leaned toward his cock. Even though Srinu had witnessed everything she’d done up until now, his heart pounded with an overwhelming sense of betrayal. His mind raced, screaming internally.

Srinu (desperately, in silent agony): "No, Ganga! Please, no… don’t do it… please don’t do it!"

But Ganga, oblivious to Srinu’s despair, slowly leaned closer to Javed’s cock, balancing herself on her right elbow as she moved in. Her left hand wrapped around the base of his cock, steadying it as she brought it near her mouth. Her gaze never wavered, holding Javed’s eyes with an intensity that sent a thrill through him. She leaned in, her tongue slipping out to lightly graze the head of his cock, a slow, deliberate lick that left him shuddering.

Javed (breath hitching, his voice almost a whisper): "Ahh… cheenal aurat… [slutty girl]"

Without a word, Ganga leaned in deeper, wrapping her lips around his cock and, in a single fluid motion, took him deep into her throat, her mouth hot and tight around his length. Javed’s hand trembled with excitement as he reached forward, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling it back to clear his view. He watched her intently, mesmerized by the sight of her, lips stretched around him, her eyes still locked onto his.

Ganga moved with practiced skill, her mouth creating a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure surging through Javed’s body. Her lips and tongue worked him over, drawing deep, guttural moans from him as she held him with unbroken eye contact, each movement deliberate, each stroke designed to drive him further toward the edge. Javed’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his hand gripping her hair tighter as he watched, entranced, feeling every flick of her tongue, every pressure of her lips as she consumed him fully.

As Srinu watched Ganga someone he cherished, sucking Javed cock, a surge of disbelief and anguish washed over him. His heart tightened, and before he knew it, tears welled up in his eyes, streaming silently down his cheeks. 

Chacha, watching Ganga’s lips sliding up and down on Javed's cock, felt a surge of desire he could no longer hold back. Positioned as she was—her body curved in a perfect doggy stance, her ass arched upward while she focused on Javed—Ganga's body seemed to invite him. Without a second thought, Chacha knelt behind her, his hands landing firmly on her hips, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers.

Chacha (murmuring to himself, almost in a trance): "mujse… bas ab aur intezaar nahin hota." [ahh… I can’t wait any longer.]

He leaned in, biting down on her buttocks, the fabric of her langa still in the way but unable to mask the warmth of her body beneath. Ganga let out a muffled gasp around Javed’s cock as Chacha’s teeth pressed into her, adding an unexpected intensity to the sensations coursing through her.

But Chacha wasn’t satisfied; the fabric of her langa between them only increased his urgency. Driven by raw desire, he slid his hands up her thighs, bunching her langa higher until he could slip his head beneath the cloth. Now, with nothing blocking his path, he pressed his face close, his breath warm against her skin. Ganga's bare ass was inches away, and without hesitation, Chacha leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace a line directly over her asshole.



The sudden contact made Ganga shiver, her grip on Javed tightening as Chacha’s tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, each touch sending a thrill through her entire body.

Javed (noticing her reaction, chuckling): “chacha Har Waqt gand chuste rahte Ho, kya?” [Every time you keep licking ass?]

Ganga, unable to respond, focused harder on Javed, her eyes meeting his as she continued to suck, the intensity building between all three of them. Chacha’s tongue moved skillfully, his mouth exploring her with an unrestrained hunger, savoring every inch of her while Javed watched, his hand still tangled in Ganga’s hair as he guided her rhythm on his cock.

ChaCha Got out ganga's langa, his hands trembling with anticipation, reached down and grasped the fabric of Ganga's langa. Chacha grinned as he pulled Ganga's langa down, letting it slide over her smooth skin, exposing more of her curves. As he tugged it down past her waist and over her hips, Ganga sensed what he wanted. Still focused on Javed, she lifted her knees, one at a time, while continuing to suck on Javed’s cock. This small act of cooperation allowed Chacha to slide the langa all the way off, leaving her completely naked before them.

Chacha (awe-struck, unable to tear his gaze away): "Saala, yeh toh mere sapno se bhi zyada khoobsurat hai. [Damn, this is even more beautiful than my dreams.]"

For a moment, he stood there, captivated. Ganga's ass, now fully visible, was perfectly shaped—like a heart—with her tight asshole centered above her wet pussy. The sight made Chacha’s desire flare even hotter; he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. Quickly, he stripped off his underwear, his hard cock standing ready as he knelt behind her.



He found himself torn, staring at both her asshole and her dripping pussy, both tantalizing options.

Chacha (muttering to himself, eager): "Ab kaunsa Pehle chodu... [Now, which hole first...]"

But his greed got the best of him; he chose her asshole, his desire for something dirty and forbidden winning out.

Chacha (grinning, positioning himself): "Aaj toh tere gande asshole se shuru karunga. [Today, I'm starting with your dirty asshole.]"

Without another thought, he lined himself up and pushed forward, sliding his cock into her tight opening. The resistance only heightened his excitement, each inch a struggle that drove him wild. Ganga moaned, a deep, guttural sound muffled by Javed’s cock still in her mouth, her body quivering with the sensation. She arched her back, pressing her ass further into him, meeting his every thrust.

The slap of skin echoed in the room as her buttocks flapped against Chacha’s thighs, creating a rhythm, a "tap tap" sound that only fueled his desire. Chacha grunted, gripping her hips tighter as he drove himself deeper, each movement rougher than the last.

Seeing ChaCha fucking Ganga in the ass. Javed also wanted to fuck ganga too. 

Javed (grinning, his voice rough with need): "BahenChod randi, come here!"

She responded to his roughness, obeying without a second thought, and let her lips curve into a sly smile. She gave Chacha’s butt a playful tap, signaling him to pause, momentarily interrupting the rhythm they’d fallen into.

Chacha let out a low, impatient growl, his fingers pressing into her waist as he struggled to hold himself back.

Chacha (grumbling with a smirk): "Aree, jaldi karo, randi… yahan main intezaar nahin kar sakta!" [Hurry up, slut… I can’t wait around here!]

Ganga widened her legs, positioning herself over Javed with a calculated sensuality. She felt the heat radiating from him, his cock hard and ready beneath her, positioning herself over Javed until his cock was lined up right beneath her pussy. Slowly, she eased herself down, feeling him slide into her wet pussy. Javed gripped her hips tightly, his hands possessive as he guided her movements, groaning as he filled her. But the moment she felt him fully inside her, Ganga gave Chacha a knowing look over her shoulder, inviting him to resume his place behind her.



Srinu watched in stunned disbelief, his heart twisting painfully. He could see the passion, the intensity in her eyes, and the way her body responded with complete abandon to these men. Each movement, each moan, each shared look drove a knife deeper into his chest, as he silently pleaded, begging her to stop.

Srinu (murmuring to himself, voice choked with emotion): "Ganga… baby.. what are you doing? Don’t do this… please…" 

Ganga moaned, both men now deep inside her, moving in a rhythm that matched her own growing urgency. Chacha pushed himself back into her ass, filling her completely, and the sensation of being taken by both of them sent shivers down her spine. She moaned, her body responding instinctively to the double pleasure, moving in sync with their thrusts, her breaths quickening with each stroke.

Javed pulled her closer, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was intense, almost bruising, as if he was claiming her in that moment, pouring all his pent-up lust and anger into that kiss. Ganga melted against him, her soft moans swallowed by his mouth as their lips and tongues clashed, feeding off each other’s desire.

Javed (whispering against her lips, voice rough and possessive): "Madarchod… sali tab se natak kar rahi ti.. ab randi ki thara chudwa rahi ho!" [Fucking whore… All along you are pretending to be a nice woman.. but now you are fucking us like a cheap whore…]

The kiss only fueled her desire, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Chacha, who tightened his hold on her waist. With a possessive growl, he reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair and giving it a sharp tug, pulling her head back, away from Javed’s kiss, as he positioned her body flush against his chest. She felt the warmth of his breath against her ear as he held her in place.

Chacha (his voice low, demanding, almost a growl): "Saari chumiya degi kya randi? Idhar bhi aaja, mujhe bhi chahiye." [Will you give all the kisses to him, slut? Come here, I want them too.]

A flicker of amusement crossed Ganga’s face, and without hesitation, she turned her head back to meet Chacha’s intense gaze. She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss, her moans muffled as he claimed her mouth with equal fervor. Chacha’s grip on her hair tightened as he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer, while his thrusts grew rougher, matching the rhythm Javed had set. She was completely caught between them, each man staking his claim, each one driving her to new heights.



Watching this, Srinu’s heart shattered further. The woman he cherished was now fully lost in the ecstasy these men offered, her body responding in ways he’d never seen. She wasn’t holding back; her moans, her reactions, the way she moved—she was thriving in their touch. He felt a surge of jealousy, anger, and sadness all at once, but he was frozen, forced to watch as Ganga embraced this side of herself he’d never known existed.

Javed (breathing heavily, looking at Chacha over Ganga’s shoulder, mocking): "Arey gandu chacha, har baar mere munh se mere heroine ko chhin leta hai!" [Hey, damn fool Chacha, you always steal my heroine from under my nose!]

Chacha stopped kissing Ganga, pulling back to give Javed an exaggerated, mocking look.

Chacha (smirking, voice dripping with sarcasm): "Ab kaun bacchon ki tarah ro raha hai?" [Now who’s crying like a kid?]

Javed’s face twisted into a pout, his frustration clear. Chacha’s smirk only grew wider, savoring his small moment of revenge for all the times Javed had taunted him in the past.

Chacha (rolling his eyes, voice placating but playful): "Achcha, achcha theek hai… le, tera heroine." [Alright, alright… fine, take your heroine.]

With a playful push, he nudged Ganga forward, and she stumbled into Javed’s arms. Srinu watched, his heart pounding as he saw his beloved wife being tossed around like a mere object between these two men, neither of whom showed her any real respect.

Javed (immediately wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, his voice possessive): "meri heroine… mere paas wapas aa gayi." [my heroine… you’re back with me.]

Without hesitation, Javed leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Ganga responded to him with equal intensity, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into his embrace, their mouths moving together as if they were reunited lovers. 



Her moans grew louder, filling the room, her sounds a mix of pleasure and surrender as Javed and Chacha resumed their rhythm, their bodies moving in unison with her.

Ganga’s body moved in sync with Javed, her breasts bouncing against his chest with every thrust. Her hands gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself as both men drove into her with increased fervor. Her moans escalated into screams, raw and unrestrained, as Javed and Chacha pushed each other, almost competing to see who could make her scream louder, who could claim more of her.

Ganga (moaning, breathless): "Ohhh… ahhh... ahhhhh!" 



And then, as her body reached its peak, a wave of euphoria washed over her. She clung to Javed tightly, her body trembling, her head thrown back as she cried out in pure, uninhibited pleasure.

Ganga (screaming, voice trembling with ecstasy): Ohhh… yes… yes… that’s it!



Her entire body shuddered as the orgasm took hold, each pulse, each wave of pleasure intensifying as Chacha continued his relentless rhythm in her ass, pushing her further than she’d ever gone before. She was completely lost in the feeling, her mind blank, her body only aware of the intense sensations coursing through her.

Javed, watching her in the throes of pleasure, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing he had pushed her to this point. He held her close, his lips finding hers again as he kissed her deeply, feeling her still quivering against him.

Srinu sat in front of the screen, his entire body taut with rage as he watched his wife, Ganga, cumming on a stranger's cock—Javed’s cock. The urge to shut down his PC, to storm upstairs, and end this with violence surged within him. He wanted nothing more than to march up and kill her, to make her pay for this shameless betrayal. But as his hands shook over the mouse, he forced himself to control his impulses, knowing he had to see the entire truth. He needed to know everyone involved, to catch them all red-handed. He wasn’t going to spare a single one of them.

Srinu (his face twisted with a bitter determination): If I act now, I’ll lose the chance to uncover it all. I know it’s not just Javed and Chacha… it’s the others in that RaniGanj slum too. Even the milkman, the water boy… they’re all a part of it.

Srinu took a deep breath, gathering himself as he forced his eyes back to the screen. His heart pounded with a cold, hard rage as he steeled himself, preparing to endure whatever came next.

On the screen, Ganga was just coming down from her orgasm, her breaths ragged, her body still trembling from the intensity. Chacha, sensing her release, grinned and paused, giving her a firm slap on her buttocks. His voice was low, his tone rough and eager.

Chacha (voice dripping with satisfaction): "Jaldi utho, randi… mujhe tumhari chut chatni hai!" [Get up, slut… I need to taste that pussy!]

Ganga, still flushed and catching her breath, responded immediately. She lifted herself off Javed’s cock, her movements graceful yet filled with urgency. She settled onto her butt, leaning back, balancing herself with her hands on the mattress. Her legs spread wide open, inviting Chacha in. She looked at him with a burning eagerness, her body trembling in anticipation. Chacha accepted her open invitation with a gleeful hunger, diving in and pressing his face between her thighs. His tongue thrust inside her, licking up all the cum from her first orgasm, his strokes hungry, relentless.

Ganga let out a moan, her head falling back as her fingers instinctively found their way into his hair, gripping it tightly and urging him to go deeper. Her hips moved against his face, seeking more, her body completely responsive to the sensations he was creating.

Ganga (breathlessly, voice filled with pleasure): Yes… more… more…