Adultery NAZRIN AN INNOCENT WIFE (With pics)

[Cuckoldindian]

Update 16:

The house was a prison of silence, each tick of the clock a mocking reminder of her unfulfilled needs. She moved through the rooms, her thoughts a chaotic symphony of desire and doubt. Her hand trailed along the cool marble countertops, the smoothness a stark contrast to the roughness of her thoughts. She needed release, needed to feel the heat of a man's body against hers, needed the raw, unbridled passion that had been missing from her life for so long.

 
Her phone lay on the dining table, a silent sentinel of her secret life. She picked it up, her heart racing as she unlocked the screen. No messages from Muthu or Praveen, their absence like a cold shower on her feverish skin. The group chat was eerily quiet, the last message from hours ago a ghostly echo of their past encounters. She felt a pang of disappointment, the ache between her legs growing more insistent.
 
With trembling fingers, she scrolled through her contacts, her eyes finding Arun's number. She needed someone to ease this burning need, someone who knew what she was craving. Someone who would take her without question or judgment.
 
The phone rang once, twice, three times before it was picked up. "Hello?" A man's voice, not Arun's, filled the line. Her heart skipped a beat. It was his father.
 
Nazrin's mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse for her call. "Is Arun there?" she asked, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. The line was silent for a moment, the tension thick as the seconds ticked by.
 
"No, he's out," the man said, his tone cold and suspicious. "Who is this?"
 
Nazrin's heart hammered in her chest. "It's Mrs. Nazrin," she replied, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. "I'm his teacher, and I take extra tutions for Arun as well."
 
"Ah, Mrs. Nazrin," Arun's father said, his tone warming slightly. "Thank you for helping him out."
 
Nazrin's pulse slowed, the lie slipping out with surprising ease. "It's no trouble," she replied, her voice still a soft whisper. "When do you expect him back?"
 
"I'm not sure," Arun's father said, the doubt in his voice palpable. "But he's a good boy. He'll be home soon enough."
 
Nazrin felt a mix of relief and frustration. "I just wanted to make sure," she said, her voice a soft purr. "He normally comes to my house for tuitions, and today he didn't. I was getting concerned." She hoped the concern in her tone was enough to cover the desperation she felt.
 
"Ah, I understand," Arun's father said, his voice filled with understanding. "He's been quite preoccupied lately. I'll have a talk with him about his priorities."
 
Nazrin felt a flash of anger, but she pushed it down. "No, no, it's okay," she said, her voice a soft coo. "It's not a problem. I just wanted to check. Maybe he's feeling under the weather."
 
"Possibly," Arun's father said, his voice distant. "I'll ask him to give you a call once he gets home."
 
Nazrin's heart sank, the anticipation of hearing Arun's voice dissipating like mist in the morning sun. "Thank you," she murmured, the disappointment thick in her voice. "Please tell him not to worry about it. We can reschedule."
 
"I will," Arun's father said, his voice firm. "And again, I'm sorry for any inconvenience." The line went dead, and Nazrin was left with the cold reality of her empty house and her unfulfilled desires. She slammed the phone onto the table, the sound echoing through the silence like a gunshot.
 
With a frustrated groan, she sank into a chair, her fingers tracing the outline of her phone on the polished wood. The need within her was a living, breathing entity, a beast that demanded to be fed. Her eyes fell on the group chat, the unread messages a taunting reminder of the fire that burned within her.
 
Nazrin: Guys, what are you doing? How was your day?
 
Her thumb hovered over the send button, the message a lifeline thrown into the sea of their digital world. The screen of her phone flickered in the dim light of the room, the glow a beacon of hope amidst her desperation. Her heart pounded in her chest as she waited for their response, the anticipation a delicious agony that made her nipples peak beneath her bra.
 
Muthu was the first to respond. "Ma'am, today was an amazing day with the prostitute," his message read, the words a teasing whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. Her mind conjured images of the two of them, their young, virile bodies entwined with the anonymous woman's. The thought made her wet, a betrayal that she reveled in, a secret that she cherished.
 
Then, Praveen's message popped up, bold and unfiltered. "Ma'am, we fucked her a lot." The simplicity of the words was like a punch to the gut, a declaration of their prowess that she found utterly intoxicating. Her eyes widened as she read, her hand instinctively moving to cover her mouth, a silent gasp escaping her lips. The message was a blatant challenge, a declaration that they were men of experience, capable of giving her the pleasure she so desperately craved.
 
Nazrin's fingers danced over the screen of her phone, typing out a response with a shaky hand. "Was she good?" The question hung in the digital ether, a silent plea for more. She needed to know, needed to feel the heat of their experiences, to live vicariously through their words and imagine what it would be like to be the one they were describing.
 
Her hand drifted down to her chest, her thumb circling her hardened nipple through the fabric of her bra. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her, a reminder of the power she wielded over these young men. With a swift movement, she unclipped the clasp, her breasts spilling out into the cool air of the room. They were full and heavy, the areolas dark and puckered, begging for attention.
 
With a shiver of anticipation, Nazrin stood up, her phone still clutched in her hand. She stepped out of her chudithar, the fabric pooling around her ankles like a discarded mask. The red lace panties she had chosen that morning felt tight and constricting, the fabric sticking to her damp flesh. She peeled them off, dropping them to the floor with a whisper of sound, leaving her completely naked.
 
Her reflection in the mirror caught her eye, and she couldn't help but admire the way the soft light from the lamp caressed her curves. Her skin was flushed with desire, her nipples tight buds of need. The sight of her nakedness only served to fuel the fire within her, the hunger for validation and pleasure growing more insistent with each passing second.
 
Nazrin walked over to the couch, her bare feet whispering against the cold marble floor. She sat down with a soft sigh, laying back against the plush cushions. With one hand, she spread her legs wide, the coolness of the fabric a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her core. Her other hand trailed down her stomach, the touch featherlight as it reached the dampness between her thighs. She hovered over her clit for a moment, her breath hitching in anticipation before she finally gave in to the craving.
 
Her fingertips danced over her slick folds, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes remained glued to the phone, the glow of the screen a silent companion to her solitary indulgence. The messages from Muthu and Praveen continued to roll in, each one more explicit than the last. "We came so much," Muthu wrote, the smugness in his words almost tangible. Praveen's response was a simple yet effective, "It was wild."
 
With a trembling hand, Nazrin held her phone to her mouth, her voice thick with need. "Ah, tell me more," she moaned, her other hand buried deep within her pussy, the sound of her wetness a symphony of desire. She couldn't type, her focus solely on the delicious friction she was creating, her hips rising and falling with the rhythm of her own ministrations. "I can't... I'm busy," she managed to gasp out, the moan trailing off into a whimper.
 
The phone vibrated in her hand, the screen lighting up with an incoming WhatsApp video call from Muthu and Praveen. She stared at the icons for a moment, the anticipation of seeing them almost too much to bear. But she knew she couldn't, not like this, not with the rawness of her need laid bare. Instead, she let it go to voicemail, the ringing echoing through the quiet room like a taunting reminder of what she was missing.
 
With shaky legs, she stood up and moved through the house, turning off the lights one by one. The darkness enveloped her, a comforting cloak that matched the tumult of her thoughts. She laid back down on the couch, her heart racing as she hit the accept button on the call. The screen flickered to life, the image of the two young men, their eager faces staring back at her from the abyss.
 
Muthu and Praveen couldn't see her, their faces illuminated by the stark light of their room, but she could see them clearly. The darkness around her became a cocoon, allowing her to reveal herself without the fear of judgment or discovery. The room felt hot, her skin slick with anticipation as the cool air from the AC kissed her skin. She watched as they spoke, their eyes wide with excitement, their voices hushed whispers that seemed to carry on the very fabric of the night.
 
Nazrin started fingering again, her breath hitching as she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm. Her eyes remained locked on the phone, her hips bucking slightly with each stroke. She was lost in the sensation, the sound of her wetness a siren's call that grew louder with each passing second. Her thumb found her clit, circling it with a firm, steady pressure that had her biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.
 
Muthu's voice broke the silence, a soft whisper that seemed to echo through the darkness. "Ma'am, are you fingering?" The question hung in the air, a declaration of their shared understanding, a silent invitation to indulge in their fantasy. She felt a thrill run through her at his words, the taboo nature of their conversation only serving to heighten her arousal.
 
"Yeah, Muthu," she moaned, her voice a breathy pant. "Ahh... yeah..." Her eyes never leaving the screen, she watched as Praveen leaned closer to the camera, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Tell me," she gasped, her hand moving faster, her body arching with need. "Tell me how you fucked the hooker."
 
Praveen's voice was a low growl as he began to recount their encounter, his words painting a vivid picture of lust and debauchery. "Ma'am," he began, his voice thick with desire, "first, we had her strip. She was so shy at first, but we knew what you liked. We made her kneel before us, her eyes on the floor. Then we started with her boobs. Oh, she had such big, beautiful boobs. I watched as Muthu took one in his mouth, his teeth grazing her nipple. She moaned, just like you're doing now."
 
Nazrin's breath hitched in her throat, her hand moving faster as she imagined their hands on her body, their mouths worshipping her in ways Fahim never had. "And then?" she gasped, her voice a desperate plea for more.
 
Praveen's eyes gleamed with excitement as he continued his narrative. "After that, ma'am, we had her lie down on the bed. She was wet, just like you are now. Muthu took one of her boobs in his hand, squeezing it as he sucked on the other. I could see the desire in her eyes, the way she was begging for more." His voice grew hoarse, his words a caress that sent shivers down Nazrin's spine. "I couldn't wait any longer. I spread her legs and dived right in, my tongue flicking over her clit, tasting her sweetness."
 
Nazrin's moan filled the darkness of her room, the sound a symphony of pleasure that matched the rhythm of her own hand. She could almost feel Praveen's mouth on her, the gentle pressure of his tongue as it explored her folds. Her hips bucked against her hand, her eyes glazed over with desire as she listened to him recount their depraved encounter.
 
"Ma'am," Praveen's voice was a purr, "you remember how shy she was when we first saw her. But as we started to touch her, she melted. Like butter on a hot pan. And when she saw us both, naked and hard, she couldn't resist. She took us in her mouth, one by one."
 
Nazrin's eyes fluttered shut as she listened to the story, her hand moving faster, her thumb pressing harder on her clit. She could feel the echoes of the hooker's mouth on her, the wetness of her tongue, the suction as she drew her into a symphony of pleasure. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her release.
 
"Ma'am," Muthu's voice cut through the darkness, "then she started to suck on Praveen's cock. She was so eager, her eyes closed in ecstasy as he guided her, her mouth moving up and down with such passion." Nazrin's breathing grew ragged, her hand a blur between her legs as she pictured the scene. The hooker, her mouth full of Praveen's cock, her eyes glazed with desire, her body writhing with each movement. "And then," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to have her too."
 
Her breath hitched as she heard the rustle of fabric and the soft moan of the woman on the phone, the sound of two hungry mouths devouring each other's flesh. "Muthu," she gasped, "what did you do?" Her hand paused for a moment, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
 
"Ma'am," Muthu said, his voice tight with restrained lust, "I just couldn't help myself. I had to have a taste of that sweet pussy." The image of him, standing over Praveen and the hooker, his cock standing proud and ready, filled Nazrin's mind. She could almost feel the weight of his body as he drove into her, the sound of their joined moans a symphony of pleasure that she craved with every fiber of her being.
 
The video call grew more intense, the sounds of their encounter with the hooker a backdrop to Nazrin's own solo performance. She watched, mesmerized, as Praveen's hand moved to his own cock, stroking it in time with her own movements. The sight of his fist pumping in the dim light, the glisten of precum at the tip, had her panting, her need for release growing more urgent.
 
"Ma'am," Praveen's voice was strained, his eyes never leaving hers, even though she knew he couldn't see her in the darkness. "We can't see you, it's too dark there."
 
Nazrin's heart skipped a beat, the thrill of the forbidden pulsing through her. With a seductive smile, she moved the phone closer to her chest, the dim light from the screen casting an ethereal glow on the outline of her heavy breasts. She watched as the young men leaned closer, their eyes widening in anticipation.
 
Muthu's voice grew eager, the desire in his eyes mirrored by the tent in his pants. "Ma'am, let us see," he urged, his hand moving to adjust the camera angle. The image grew blurry as they both stripped off their clothes, their lean, muscular bodies coming into view. Her own hand stilled for a moment, the sight of their naked forms stealing her breath away.
 
both of them took over the camera, the image now showing them standing, their cock in hand, stroking it slowly as they watched her. Casting a stark glow on his taut abs and the trail of dark hair that led down to his groin. His eyes were fixed on her, a silent invitation that sent a jolt of electricity through her body.
 
Her own hand was a blur between her legs now, her thumb circling her clit with an urgent rhythm that mirrored the racing of her heart. The room was a symphony of soft sounds, the wet slap of her palm against her flesh, the harsh rasp of her breath, the low moan that grew louder and more desperate with each passing second.
 
The video call was a lifeline to a world of passion she hadn't known existed, a window into the minds of two young men who knew exactly what she needed. And as Praveen's hand moved faster, his eyes never leaving hers, she felt a rush of pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her body arched, a silent scream caught in her throat, as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her muscles clenched around her fingers, her body shuddering with the force of her release, and she watched as Muthu and Praveen did the same.
 
Her eyes widened in shock as Muthu brought his hand into view, a clear glob of cum on his fingertips. "Look what you've done to us, ma'am," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. Praveen followed suit, their combined offering a visual testament to her power over them. The sight of their seed, a stark contrast against their dark skin, was almost too much to handle. She felt a twinge of satisfaction, her own body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure.
 
Nazrin lay there panting, her hand still buried in her wetness, as the reality of what she had just done washed over her. Her chest heaved, the room spinning slightly from the intensity of her climax. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of their breath on the other end of the line, their chests rising and falling in unison with hers.
 
"Thank you guys," she murmured, her voice still thick with the aftermath of pleasure. The words hung in the air, a benediction that acknowledged the power she had wielded over them. She watched as they both nodded, their faces a mix of satisfaction and awe. "That was... amazing."
 
Muthu leaned in closer to the camera, his eyes shining with a mischievous glint. "Ma'am," he said, his voice a low purr, "you know we couldn't see you clearly. But that doesn't mean we weren't imagining you."
 
Praveen nodded in agreement, his hand still moving over his now-softening cock. "It's like we were there with you," he murmured, his voice a blend of satisfaction and longing. "Your moans, your breathing, it was all so... intense."
 
Nazrin's cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment at the thought of their vivid imagination. She took a deep breath, willing her racing heart to slow down. "Okay, okay," she said, a hint of a laugh in her voice. "What's the plan tomorrow, coming to college or bunking again?"
 
Muthu's grin grew wider, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Ma'am," he said, his voice low and seductive, "why don't we combine the two? We can have some... kinky experiences at college."
 
Praveen's eyes gleamed with excitement as he nodded eagerly. "Yeah," he added, "we can make it an adventure, a secret that no one else will ever know."
 
Nazrin felt a thrill run down her spine at the thought of bringing their illicit desires into the hallowed halls of the college. "But how?" she asked, her voice still breathy from her recent climax. "How can we manage that?"
 
"Leave that to us, ma'am," Muthu said with a smug smile. "We've got a few ideas. You just need to wear something that lets us know you're in the mood."
 
Nazrin's mind raced with the possibilities, the thrill of their plan setting her pulse racing once again. "Like what?" she asked, curiosity piquing.
 
Muthu leaned closer to the camera, his grin wicked. "Ma'am, tomorrow, wear something that makes us crazy"
 
Nazrin's mind raced with the possibilities, her heart thumping with excitement. The thought of bringing their secret world into the public eye was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. "But what if someone finds out?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.
 
"Ma'am, that's what makes it even better," Praveen replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "The thrill of the risk, the danger of being caught."
 
Nazrin couldn't help but be drawn in by their enthusiasm. The thought of turning the mundane college environment into a playground of passion was too tempting to resist. She swallowed hard, her hand still resting between her legs, the warmth of her desire lingering. "Alright," she conceded, her voice a sultry purr. "But what should I wear?"
 
Muthu leaned back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Wear something that makes us crazy, ma'am," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Something that says 'I'm all yours for the taking.'"
 
Nazrin's mind raced as she contemplated their audacious plan. The thrill of their encounters had been escalating, and she found herself craving the danger, the rush of adrenaline that came from their secret trysts. "Okay," she murmured, her hand moving in a lazy circle around her still-sensitive clit. "But you have to promise to be careful."
 
Muthu's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "We'll be as careful as we can, ma'am," he assured her, his voice low and reassuring.
 
With a final, lingering look, Nazrin removed her hand from between her legs and reached for the phone. She ended the call with a tap of her finger, the image of the two young men disappearing into the blackness of the screen. The room felt eerily quiet without the sounds of their shared release, and she was left with the sticky residue of their conversation clinging to her skin.
 
Exhaustion claimed her as the adrenaline from her climax slowly drained away. Her eyes grew heavy, and she let herself drift off to sleep, naked on the couch. The fabric was cool against her flushed skin, a stark contrast to the fire that had consumed her just moments before. Her dreams were filled with images of Muthu and Praveen, their hands and mouths everywhere, worshipping her body as she lay in the center of their attention.