Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Chacha (panting, voice thick with need): "That’s it… keep moving like that… madam"


Ganga’s body shivered, her orgasm nearing. Chacha could feel her trembling around his cock, her moans rising in pitch as she finally reached her climax. He held her hips tightly, thrusting with full force, pushing her over the edge.

Ganga (screaming, her voice breaking with pleasure): "Yes… ohhh… ahhhhhhh!"



Srinu watched Ganga’s face, the unmistakable pleasure etched across her features as she came hard, her pussy clenching around Chacha’s cock.



But Chacha wasn’t finished. He continued his rhythm, grunting loudly as he finally reached his own climax, filling her pussy with his cum. Srinu could only watch, numb and angry, as Chacha buried himself deep, his release mingling with hers.

As the intensity of their passion ebbed, Chacha leaned forward, resting his head on Ganga’s back. Both of them lay there, eyes closed, chests heaving, wrapped in the satisfaction of their shared pleasure.



Srinu sat in a numb, hollow silence, staring at the screen as he watched Chacha lying dbangd over Ganga’s back, resting with his eyes closed. Every tear had dried from Srinu’s eyes; he felt drained, emptied out completely. He sat emotionless, unable to process the torrent of betrayal that he had just witnessed. After a few moments, Chacha rolled over to the side, leaving Ganga’s back, and Srinu saw her sit up, wrapping herself modestly in her saree.



Srinu (thinking to himself, bitterness filling every word): Now she’s getting shy? After everything she’s done?

Ganga sat with the saree around her, her expression shifting, as though a new awareness had dawned upon her. Srinu could see the traces of guilt surfacing on her face as she sat there, lost in thought. Slowly, she gathered her clothes one by one, rising to her feet and heading toward the exit door with her saree wrapped around her body, her movements slow and deliberate.



As she approached the door, Chacha, seeing her leave, called out to Javed, who was still lying on the mattress with his eyes closed.

Chacha (calling out, amused): "Javed, get up! Your heroine is leaving the room. Hurry up and catch her!"

Javed (responding lazily, barely lifting his head): "Let her go to her husband, Chacha. We asked her to let us fuck her once, and she fulfilled our wish."

Chacha (suddenly concerned): "But what if she calls the security officer about what we’ve done to her?"

Javed (smirking confidently): "Don’t worry, Chacha. If she calls the security officer, we’ll show them the video, and they’ll see how much she enjoyed fucking us."

Chacha chuckled at Javed’s response, sharing a dark laugh before Javed added, “Now get up, Chacha, we should leave too.” Both men began to stand, lazily gathering their clothes to dress themselves.

Srinu’s attention stayed on Ganga as he noticed her pause at the exit door, bending down to pick something up from the floor. Srinu’s brows furrowed as he wondered why she had stopped again and what she had found. He watched her examine the object closely—a coin—and a mischievous smile slowly spread across her face as she inspected it.

At the same time, srinu heard his own voice in the video screaming Ganga's name repeatedly.

Srinu (thinking, his mind flashing back): Yes… this is the moment when I came upstairs looking for her, calling out her name.

In the video, Srinu could see himself standing at the foot of the stairs, his past self unaware of Ganga’s actions just a few feet away. He watched as Ganga’s smile faded into a look of contemplation. Then, with urgency, she closed the door before his past self could turn around and see her.

Srinu (his heart hardening as he muttered to himself): What an absolute fucking whore… instead of calling her husband, she closed the door on me.

He watched as Ganga leaned against the door, listening carefully to the sounds of his footsteps moving away. Only once she was sure he had left did she turn back around, slipping back into the room instead of leaving.

Srinu, baffled and angry, needed answers. He had to know what was going on in her mind and what it was about that coin that had made her pause. His eyes fell on her diary.

"Srinu, I am very, very sorry. I have no right to be your wife. I have betrayed the sacred institution of marriage. More importantly, I have betrayed your love. I’ve let them take turns fucking me, filling my holes with their cum. Oh my god, what have I done! I thought after one night, women could forget and move on, but this guilt is killing me. Why didn’t they just kill me? That would have been better than living with this guilt for the rest of my life. But I knew I had no time for guilt—I had to come and save you."

"So, I quickly gathered my clothes and started walking towards the exit door. As I was about to leave, I noticed something shining on the floor. I picked it up… it was Javed’s coin from the game of toss they played."

"I inspected it, flipping it on both sides, and I discovered it was a trick coin with heads on both sides, just like in that old Hindi movie Sholay. I don’t know why, but a silly smile crossed my face as I thought about the lengths they went to just to fuck me once. I’ve seen guys try to seduce me and flirt all through my college and college days, but this was something else. My smile grew wider as I admired their ingenuity. I realized Javed only showed me the coin when I called heads, never when I called tails. I never had a chance to win; I was always going to lose."

"I felt a strange sense of pity for them, for putting in so much effort just to have me once. It was flattering, like any woman would feel, seeing so much effort to impress her. Then, as I stood there, the voice inside my head said, ‘We should go back and admire their effort.’ I argued, saying I’d already had my one-night stand; that was it. I couldn’t go back. The voice countered, ‘But why not? I replied because I promised myself I would indulge in only one one-night stand. I am suffering Already because of that decision I cannot bear one more. The voice in my head mischievously said technically it is still night time so It doesn't matter if you fuck once or hundreds of times, it will be still called a one-night stand only.

"The logic hit me, and all the pleasure I’d just felt came rushing back, washing away my guilt. I started convincing myself… yes, it’s true; no matter how many times I fuck tonight, it’s still a one-night stand. That thought stopped me from leaving and made me think about going back inside."

"And then… you showed up on the stairs, calling my name. At first, I was happy to see you. But the voice shouted urgently, ‘Quick, close the door before he sees you!’ I argued, saying, ‘But that’s our husband. We should go to him!’ The voice replied, ‘He’s fine. If he sees you, our one-night stand will be over, and who knows if we’ll ever get this chance again.’ And, Srinu, I found myself agreeing. I’m so sorry, but I closed the door on you instead of coming to you. I know you must be angry with me. I don’t deserve you. You were searching for me, and I shut the door on you."

Srinu, feeling sick to his stomach, slammed the diary shut, cursing under his breath.

Srinu (muttering angrily, disgusted): "What a whore… she closed the door on her own husband."

He forced himself to look back at the video. Ganga had re-entered the room, her saree still wrapped loosely around her body. Both Javed and Chacha were in the middle of dressing, pulling on their clothes. As Ganga approached, Javed noticed her.

Javed (smirking): "Oh, madam, you’re still here? I thought you’d gone to help your husband."

Before Ganga could respond, Chacha laughed, adding his own comment.

Chacha (grinning): "Madam, don’t forget to wear your clothes before going to your husband, or he’ll get a heart attack!"

Both Javed and Chacha laughed, and, to Srinu’s dismay, Ganga let out a giggle, joining in their laughter.



Ganga (smiling): "I just came back to return your coin."

She handed the coin to Javed, who took it with a nod.

Javed (grateful): "Thank you, madam."

Chacha (curious, looking at her): "Oh, madam, talking to us now? You were so quiet during, you know… sex."

Ganga lowered her head, her face flushing, realizing the awkwardness. She could see in their faces that they were wondering why she wasn’t angry or upset. The room grew quiet for a moment, the tension hanging in the air.

Javed (breaking the silence): "By the way, thank you, madam, for letting us have sex with you once."

Chacha (nodding enthusiastically): "Yes, madam, thank you! We might never get a chance like this again."

Ganga’s next words left both men stunned. She looked at them, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. With a slow, deliberate motion, she dropped her saree, letting it fall to the floor, standing completely naked in front of them.



Ganga (grinning): "Oh, then it’s your lucky day… you can have me once more!"

Ganga with a naughty smile signalled with her eyes pointing to the mattress on which they fucked her previously 



Javed and Chacha’s jaws dropped in shock as they looked at her.