Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[mansi shah]

Round Two

Javed and Chacha were both taken aback as they saw Ganga drop her saree, revealing her body. Without saying a word, she walked over and sat on the mattress. The air around them grew tense, as if they could sense something had changed.


Chacha (almost in a trance, murmuring to himself): "Yeh kya ho raha hai...?" [What’s happening…?]
Without thinking, he rushed toward her, positioning himself behind Ganga and kissing her shoulder lightly, his hands sliding up to caress her. His breath was heavy, caught in the moment.

However, Javed did not immediately move, his face clouded with suspicion. He stood frozen for a moment, watching Ganga, the confusion and curiosity apparent on his face. His eyes flickered with doubt, but he was still processing the sudden shift in her behavior.

Javed (raising an eyebrow, voice cold but curious): "Kya ho gaya madam? Tum aise kyun act kar rahi ho achanak?" [What happened, madam? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?]
Javed (eyes narrowing, tone tinged with suspicion): "Shuru mein toh tum humse keh rahi thi ki humein tumhe akela chhod dena chahiye, tumhare pati ke paas bhejna chahiye. Phir bhi tum yeh sab kar rahi ho? Tumhare paas toh apne pati ke paas jaane ka mauka tha." [In the beginning, you were begging us to leave you alone, to send you to your husband. But now you're doing all this? You had a chance to go to your husband.]

Ganga (her head hung low, eyes filled with guilt, her lips trembling slightly as she struggled to speak): (She couldn’t meet his gaze, her silence speaking volumes. Her expression, heavy with regret, seemed to weigh down the room. Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, betraying the inner turmoil she was feeling.)

Javed (pausing, his voice softening slightly, but still searching for answers): "Kya yeh sab sirf ek khata thi? Tumhe humare paas kyun aana tha?" [Was this all just a mistake? Why did you come to us?]

Ganga didn’t respond immediately, the guilt in her eyes deeper than any words she could muster. The moment hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions.

Chacha, noticing Ganga’s hesitation and her guilt-ridden demeanor, scowled at Javed, clearly annoyed.

Chacha (irritated, snapping): "Kya re chutiya Javed! Madam dobara aayi toh aayi. Tumko kya chul machi hai? Chupchap maja lena!" [What’s your problem, Javed? She came back, didn’t she? Why are you acting all curious? Just shut up and enjoy!]

Javed (turning sharply towards Chacha, scowling): "Abe Chacha! Har waqt apne land se hi sochta hai kya? Kabhi dimag bhi istemal karo!" [Hey Chacha! Do you ever think with anything other than your dick? Try using your brain sometimes!]
Javed (voice lowering, but laced with concern): "Zara socho… iska pati tab se behosh pada hua hai. Kahin woh mar gaya toh? Hum security officer ke haathon pakde jaenge!" [Think about it… her husband has been unconscious for a while. What if he’s dead? The security officer will catch us!]

Hearing this, Chacha froze for a moment, his lips parting in disbelief. The weight of Javed’s words sank in. He immediately stopped kissing Ganga’s shoulder and leaned back slightly, his brows furrowed as he considered the possibility.

Chacha (hesitant, now looking worried): "Sahi bol raha hai tu… shayad humein pehle uska haal dekhna chahiye." [You’re right… maybe we should check on him first.]

Javed (nodding, decisively): "Chalo Chacha, pehle iske pati ko dekh ke aate hain." [Let’s go, Chacha. Let’s check on her husband first.]

Chacha was about to get up from behind Ganga when, suddenly, she stirred from her silence. Her guilty expression shifted, and she looked up, her voice calm yet firm.

Ganga (cutting in, softly but with conviction): "Don’t worry, my husband is all right. I just saw him come upstairs looking for me."

Javed (his eyes widening, tone sharp with alarm): "Kya?! Woh upar aa gaya?!" [What?! He came upstairs?!]

Chacha (springing to his feet in a panic): "Abey! Darwaza band kar!" [Shit! Close the door!]

Chacha, his body moving faster than his thoughts, scrambled toward the door, his feet stumbling slightly as he reached for the handle. But before he could touch it, Ganga turned her head, a sly, playful smile appearing on her lips.

Ganga (with a teasing tone, her voice carrying a naughty undertone): "No need. I’ve already closed it."



Both men froze, their eyes darting toward her. Her mischievous smile added an unexpected twist to the tension in the room. The silence stretched for a moment as they processed her words, the charged atmosphere growing even heavier.

Javed (under his breath, staring at her in disbelief): "Yeh aurat... ab yeh kya nayi chaal chal rahi hai?" [This woman… what new game is she playing now?]

Javed (narrowing his eyes, voice dripping with suspicion): "Let me get this straight. So, madam, you’re telling me that you saw your husband coming upstairs, and instead of going to him, you closed the door and came back to us to get fucked?"

Ganga lowered her gaze, her face flushed with guilt and something unspoken. She didn’t utter a word, her silence palpable in the charged air.

Chacha (settling behind her again, speaking with a smirk): "Arrey, bol randi!" [Speak up, whore!]

He punctuated his demand with a slap on Ganga’s naked butt cheek. The sharp sound echoed in the room.

Ganga winced, her body flinching from the sting, but she still didn’t say a word. The silence only seemed to agitate Javed further.

Javed (leaning forward, his voice low but commanding): "Madam, all you wanted before was to go back to your husband. But now, why did you come back? I need an answer."

Chacha, growing impatient, slapped her butt once again—this time harder, his hand leaving a reddened imprint on her skin.

Chacha (growling): "Bol saali randi!" [Speak, you damned slut!]

Ganga gasped in pain, her body trembling, but her lips remained sealed. From the camera feed, Srinu could see her face contorted not just in pain but also in suppressed anger. Her hands clenched into fists as if holding back a storm.

Javed (voice rising, his patience snapping): "Why are you not answering, madam? I want to hear you say it! So answer my question!"

Chacha, frustrated and irate, shouted from behind: "Randi! Chinnal aurat! Bolti kyun nahi ho!" [Whore! Shameless woman! Why won’t you speak?]
This time, he struck her even harder, the force of the slap making Ganga scream. A red handprint bloomed across her skin.



Suddenly, Ganga snapped. Her scream turned into a roar, and she spun her head around, glaring at Chacha with blazing fury.

Ganga (yelling, her voice filled with pain and defiance): "Haan! Buddhe madarchod! Apne pati ko chhodkar yahan chudwane aayi hoon! Ab khush ho tum log?!" [Yes, you old motherfucker! I left my husband and came here to get fucked! Are you happy now?]

All three men looked perplexed by my sudden outburst and vulgar language... Even in their crudeness, they didn’t expect such words to come from her.

In the Diary she wrote Srinu, you’ve always known me as a sweet-talking and kind woman. But hearing me talk like a cheap street whore—using words that would make anyone cringe—you must be wondering if you ever really knew me at all.

In the video, Chacha, with that wicked smile of his, broke the silence.

Chacha (grinning smugly): "Mujhe pata tha tum jaise bade gharon ki auraton mein ek randi chhupi hoti hai. Magar tum log paise aane ke baad achhe auraton ka natak karte ho." [I knew it! Women from rich families always have a hidden slut inside them. But after getting money, you all pretend to be decent women.]

She put my head down again, ashamed but unable to argue or defend myself. His words stung because, in that moment, She felt like everything he said was true.

In the video, Javed leaned forward, his expression a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Javed (calmly but probing): "Madam ji, kya aap sach mein apni marzi se hamare paas dobara chudwane aayi hain?" [Madam, did you really come back to us willingly to get fucked a second time?]

Even Srinu, sitting in his room with the diary in hand, felt curious about how Ganga would answer this question. But on screen, Ganga remained silent, her expression distant, as if she were lost in deep thought.

In the Diary, "When that bastard Javed asked me whether I had willingly come back to them for another round, his question snapped something inside me. The control of that primal voice, the one that had been overpowering my thoughts, shattered. I finally came to my senses. I started thinking clearly again. I looked at myself and the situation I was in. I started to panic. What am I doing? I asked myself. Have I fallen so low that I’ve abandoned my husband, my Srinu, to willingly come back to these laborers for this?

I wanted to escape. I wanted to run to you, Srinu, and leave this nightmare behind. But I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I had come back willingly, and now they wouldn’t just let me go. I began looking for an opportunity to flee."

Back in the video, Chacha cut into the silence, his impatience growing.

Chacha (snickering): "Abe Javed, madam ji khud bol chuki hain ki woh humse chudwane aayi hain. Kyon bar bar sawaal karke madam ji ko pareshaan kar raha hai? Chup-chaap maze le na!" [Hey, Javed, the madam herself admitted she came here to get fucked by us. Why are you bothering her with questions? Just enjoy yourself!]

Javed (grinning, leaning forward with excitement): "Madam, agar aap sach mein apni marzi se humare paas aayi hain, toh is duniya mein humse zyada khushnaseeb koi nahi." [Madam, if you’ve truly come to us of your own wish, then no one in this world is luckier than us.]

Chacha (nodding eagerly, a wicked glint in his eyes): "Haan madam, itni khoobsurat aurat agar hum jaise logon ke paas khud aayi hai, toh yeh kisi chamatkaar se kam nahi." [Yes, madam, a beautiful woman like you wanting guys like us is nothing short of a miracle.]

Javed (happily, his voice filled with exaggerated gratitude): "Haan Chacha, lagta hai hamari Mannate sun li gayi hain. ,.' ne hamari sun li!" [Yes, Chacha, it feels like our prayers have been answered. God has listened to us!]

Chacha (laughing smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance): "Bilkul sahi bola, Javed. ,.' ne hamari Mannate suni aur humein jannat se ek pari bhej di!" [Exactly, Javed. God heard our prayers and sent this angel from heaven to us!]

In Diary she wrote, "When those bastards Javed and Chacha called me an angel sent from heaven, it caught me off guard. I was sitting there, thinking of how to escape, my mind racing for a way out. But their words—those ridiculous, absurd words—made me pause for a moment. Even as I sat there, trying to think of a way to escape, hearing them call me an angel sent from heaven… I don’t know how to explain it, but it was… flattering. For a brief moment, their crude and twisted admiration stirred something inside me.

It’s embarrassing to admit this, Srinu, but I think I blushed. Even now, as I write this, I can’t fully understand why. Maybe it was because no one had ever spoken about me like that before—not in such an intense, exaggerated way.

In the video, Srinu could see the faint blush on Ganga’s face, her lips pressed tightly together as she avoided eye contact with the two men. His mind raced as he tried to process her words and actions. 

Srinu (thinking, furious): *"Flattering? Blushing? BITCH !!!

chacha said now let us worship you madam Ji. With that, Chacha placed his hand on Ganga’s shoulder and started caressing her, his lips moving toward her neck. On screen, Ganga flinched slightly, a reaction that Srinu picked up on instantly.

Srinu (thinking bitterly): Maybe there’s still something in her resisting. Maybe not. But it doesn’t matter now, you randi. You’ve already let them fuck you.

Suddenly, Javed shoved Chacha away, his face twisted in annoyance.

Chacha (angrily): "Abe Javed, pagal ho gaya hai kya? Kyon mujhe dhakel raha hai?" [Hey, Javed, have you gone mad? Why are you pushing me?]

Javed (sternly): "Aap meri baari hai madam ke saath akele mein karne ki. Tum toh pichhle baar madam ke saath akela maze le chuke ho." [It’s my turn to be alone with the madam. Last time, you got to enjoy her alone.]

Chacha (confused): "Kya bak rahe ho? Hum dono toh saath kar rahe the." [What are you talking about? We both had her together.]

Javed (frustrated): "Shuru mein saath the, magar baad mein tum akela maze le rahe the jab main so gaya tha!" [Yes, we started together, but later you were the one enjoying alone when I fell asleep!]

Chacha (mocking): "Abe, tu mein dam hi nahin tha toh so gaya. Uska main kya karun?" [If you couldn’t keep up and fell asleep, how is that my problem?]

Javed (snapping): "Mujhe kuch nahin pata. Ab mujhe bhi madam ke saath ek baar akele mein karna hai." [I don’t care. Now I want my turn alone with the madam.]

The argument escalated, and Ganga, sitting silently between them, grew visibly frustrated. In the video, Srinu noticed how her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape.

Srinu (thinking bitterly): Why are you looking for a chance now? It’s too late. You’ve already crossed every line.

Finally, Javed suggested

Javed (grinning): "Chacha, mere paas ek idea hai. Toss khelte hain. Jo jeetega, woh madam ke saath akela karega." [I have an idea. Let’s toss a coin. Whoever wins gets to be alone with the madam.]

Chacha (smirking): "Theek hai, magar tere Sholay wale sikke se nahin. Mere ek rupaiye ke sikke se khelenge." [Fine, but not with your rigged Sholay coin. We’ll use my one-rupee coin.]

Javed: "Theek hai. Mujhe sikka do, main toss karunga." [Alright, give me the coin. I’ll toss it.]

Chacha (quickly cutting in): "Nahin! Tu bahut chaalak hai. Madam ko toss karne denge." [No! You’re too clever. Let’s let the madam toss it.]

He handed the coin to Ganga, who reluctantly held it in her hand, her fingers trembling.

Chacha (grinning): "Madam, toss karo. Dekhte hain kaun pehle karega." [Madam, toss the coin. Let’s see who goes first.]

The Diary Continued, "I stood there, holding the coin, feeling the weight of it as if it carried my fate. I wanted to plead with them to let me go. I whispered, ‘Please… please let me—’ but before I could finish, Chacha grabbed my shoulder and shook me. The coin slipped from my hand and fell to the ground."

In the video, the coin landed on heads.

Chacha (shouting in triumph): "Heads! Main jeet gaya! Javed, tu haar gaya!" [Heads! I’ve won! Javed, you’ve lost!]

Javed (grumbling): "Yeh cheating hai. Coin madam ke haath se fisal gaya." [That’s cheating. The coin slipped from her hand.]

Chacha (dismissive): "Chal, chal, kuchh nahin hua. Tumhara rona yahan nahin chalega. Ab hat jao aur wahaan khade hokar dekho." [Shut up! Nothing happened. Stop whining and Now step aside and watch a real fuck.]

Javed, clearly upset, stood up and moved to the corner of the room.

Javed (grumbling): "Han, hat raha hoon. Jaldi karna jo karna hai. Mujhe bhi madam ji ke saath baari chahiye." [Fine, I’m stepping aside. Do whatever you want quickly. I want my turn too.]

As Chacha celebrated his victory, Ganga tried one last time to plead.

Ganga (hurriedly): "Please, this is a mistake. I should have never come back. Let m—"

But her words fell on deaf ears. Chacha pushed her back onto the mattress, ignoring her protests entirely.

Watching this, Srinu muttered under his breath: "What’s the point of pleading now, you randi? You came back on your own. They’ll never take you seriously."

Chacha immediately spread her legs wide, his face moving in between her thighs without hesitation. Ganga instinctively wrapped her legs around his head, her breathing growing heavier as her body seemed to surrender on its own. Chacha's experienced tongue found her clitoris almost effortlessly, and he began teasing her with slow, deliberate licks.



Javed (mocking, annoyed): "Arey oh gandu Chacha, har waqt tumhein chhut ya gand hi chatna hai! Romance naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai." [Hey, you old pervert, all you do is lick pussy or ass! There’s something called romance too.]

Chacha (snapping back, unbothered): "Chaman chutiye, chup-chaap wahan khade hokar dekho." [Shut up, you idiot, and just stand there watching.]

There was no delay in Ganga’s reaction. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft moan escaped as her eyes fluttered shut. Hearing her moans, Chacha smirked, teasing her further by gently making small circles around her pussy lips with his tongue. Her hips instinctively pushed into his face, her hands gripping his head tightly and pulling him closer.



Javed, despite his frustration, couldn’t take his eyes off the scene unfolding on the mattress. Ganga’s moans and trembling body were enough to make his cock hard. He started rubbing himself through his pants, unable to resist the arousal building within him.

Chacha, sensing Ganga’s increasing pleasure, intensified his pace. He slipped his tongue inside her pussy, thrusting into her inner folds while his warm breath grazed her clit. Slowly, he slid his tongue from the bottom to the top, tracing a deliberate path toward her belly button before starting again from the entrance. He repeated this motion, savoring every gasp and shiver that escaped from her trembling body.



Srinu could clearly see the ecstasy on Ganga’s face through the monitor. Her body trembled, little waves rippling across her soft belly. He clenched his fists, seething: Is she seriously about to have another orgasm? How many has she already had tonight? What a disgrace.

Javed, his hand moving faster now, dropped his pants and started stroking his cock openly while watching Ganga’s reactions.

Javed (frustrated): "Abe Chacha, sab kuchh chat lega kya? Mere liye bhi kuchh chhod de!" [Hey Chacha, are you going to lick everything? Leave something for me!]

Chacha (grinning, amused): "Arey Javed, disturb mat kar. Chup-chaap apna land hila le." [Don’t disturb me, Javed. Just quietly stroke yourself.]

Noticing her body’s heightened response, Chacha decided to push her even further. He began licking in slow circles around her clit—first clockwise, then counterclockwise—while inserting two fingers into her wet pussy. Ganga gasped loudly, her voice trembling with surprise and pleasure. "Ahhh!" escaped her lips as her body arched into his touch.



Chacha (teasing, pausing briefly): "Do you like that, madam ji?"  While pulling out his two fingers and reinserting them slowly simultaneously licking her clit.

Ganga let out a loud moan in response, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against his face.

Chacha (teasing, slapping her thigh lightly): "Bolo, saali randi, achha lag raha hai kya?" [Say it, you slut, does it feel good?]

Ganga, startled by the sting of the slap, moaned louder and replied breathlessly

Ganga (gasping, her voice trembling): "Haan, buddhe madarchod! Bahut achha lag raha hai. Aur zor se karo!" [Yes, you old bastard! It feels so good. Do it harder!]

Her words fueled Chacha further. Ganga grabbed his hair, pulling his head even deeper between her thighs as her body writhed in pleasure.

Srinu (shouting at the screen, furious): "What a whore! She’s begging that old bastard to lick her while her husband lies unconscious outside!"

Javed, turned on by her words, started stroking himself faster, his breathing ragged. The frustration and arousal on his face were impossible to miss.

Chacha, spurred on by Ganga’s cries, began fingering her pussy with greater intensity. His fingers curled inside her, stimulating her G-spot, while his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit.



He slapped her thigh again, his voice gruff

Chacha (commanding): "Saali randi kahin ki, dekh mujhe!" [You filthy slut, look at me!]

Ganga raised her head, her eyes locking with Chacha’s. 

Ganga (raising her head, locking eyes with him, breathless): "Ahhh! Yes… oh yes… madarchod! Chato… aur zor se chato!" [Ahhh! Yes… oh yes… bastard! Lick me… lick me harder!] 

Chacha paused briefly, a wicked smile curling on his lips, as if warning her of what was to come. Without hesitation, he grew more aggressive, his tongue relentless as his fingers worked her from inside.

Srinu (watching, disgusted): Chacha’s going to make her explode again. How can she let herself enjoy this so much?

Javed (yelling in frustration): "Abe Chacha, chat-chat ke uski chut faad dega kya? Mere liye bhi kuchh chhod de, bhenchod!" [Hey Chacha, are you going to lick her pussy raw? Leave something for me, you bastard!]

chacha was so lost in eating ganga's pussy, he didn't even listen to what javed was saying. chacha's curled fingering with rapid pace stimulating her g-spot made ganga ooze white frothy and creamy cum from her pussy. chacha licked all the creamy cum off his fingers. Chacha removed his fingers from pussy and reinserted his tongue inside her pussy but only deeper. chacha's tongue explored the depths of her pussy with relentless precision. Ganga was unable to control herself from the pleasure of chacha's tongue. Ganga wrapped her legs around Chacha's neck trying to hold back her orgasm. 

Srinu could see the immense pleasure on her face. Chacha was licking her pussy so hard that she was now trying to hold down to the mattress with her both hands While screaming in pleasure. At one point srinu noticed Ganga pulling her hips away from chacha's tongue to stop herself from cumming.



Sensing her climax nearing, Chacha grabbed her thighs firmly and rolled onto his back, pulling Ganga on top of him. She now sitting on his face.

Javed watched Ganga sitting on Chacha’s face, her hips grinding instinctively, her body fully lost in the sensation. His arousal grew, and he couldn’t help but say

Javed (grinning, rubbing his cock through his pants): "Madam ji, please meri bhi turn aane par mujhe bhi apne face ka yeh darshan do." [Madam ji, please, when it’s my turn, sit on my face too.]

As Ganga straddled Chacha’s face, her body moving in slow, sensual circles, Chacha suddenly stopped licking her pussy and lay motionless on the mattress. The change was so abrupt that Ganga froze for a moment, her hips pausing mid-motion. Instinctively, her body continued grinding against his face, urging him to resume, but Chacha gave no reaction. He simply lay there, silent, with a faint wicked smile playing on his lips.

Ganga (frowning, leaning forward): "Kya hua, madarchod? Chatna kyun band kar diya?" [What happened, you bastard? Why did you stop licking?]

She lowered her head to look at him, confusion flickering in her eyes. As their gazes met, Chacha’s sly smile deepened. He seemed to know exactly what she was craving and took delight in teasing her, withholding the release she was so close to reaching.

Javed, equally confused, shouted from where he stood

Javed (frustrated, rubbing himself harder): "Abe O Chacha, pagal ho gaya hai kya? ,.' ki bheji hui farishte ki chut kyun nahi chat raha? Agar tu nahi chatna chahta, mujhe de de. Main chat lunga!" [Hey Chacha, have you gone mad? Why aren’t you licking the pussy of an angel sent by ,.'? If you don’t want to lick, give her to me—I’ll do it!]

Ganga’s confusion turned to realization as she noticed Chacha’s wicked smirk. She understood that he was teasing her, enjoying her desperation. Her lips curled into a determined smile. If Chacha wanted to play games, she would make sure she won.

Ganga (leaning forward, voice laced with anger): "Sala randi baz kahin ka, chatna kyun band kar diya? Chat mere chut ko, madarchod!" [You bastard, why did you stop licking? Lick my pussy, you bastard!]

Her words were demanding, and her actions matched them. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her hands, and began grinding her hips in slow, powerful circles against his face, forcing his mouth to open and meet her wetness.

aved (shouting angrily): "Ab toh chatna, madarchod! Madam ji bhi bol rahi hai chatne ko!" [Now start licking, you bastard! Even Madam is telling you to lick her!]

Chacha finally spoke, his voice muffled but filled with teasing intent

Chacha (grinning, looking into her eyes): "Madam ji, mujhe aapki gand chatni hai. Aapke chhut ko baad mein chhatenge." [Madam ji, I want to lick your ass. I’ll get to your pussy later.]

In her diary, she wrote "Hearing Chacha say he wanted to eat my ass made me think about how I could take revenge on him for teasing me. I decided to tease him back instead."

In the video, Ganga leaned back slightly and said with a mocking laugh

Ganga (grinning): "Budde madarchod, tum gatar mein ghoomne wale suar ho kya, jo meri gand chatna chahte ho?" [You old bastard, are you a sewer pig that you want to lick my ass?]

Chacha, unfazed, replied without hesitation

Chacha (smiling wickedly): "Haan, madam ji. Aap jaise jannat se aaye hue farishte ke liye, main gatar mein ghoomne wale suar ki tarah aapki tatti bhi khane ke liye tayaar hoon." [Yes, madam ji. For an angel like you, I’d happily be a sewer pig and even eat your shit.]

Ganga giggled at his shameless reply, her laughter ringing through the room. Srinu, watching this unfold on the screen, couldn’t believe his eyes or ears.

Srinu (furious, slamming his fist on the table): "What the fuck?! That bitch is laughing at the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard! What happened to her that night?!"

On the mattress, Ganga decided to take control. She raised her hips slightly, teasing Chacha by dangling her ass just above his face, moving it in slow circles as if taunting him with a golden carrot.

Ganga (mocking, her voice dripping with challenge): "Le, chat meri gand ko, suar ki aulad." [Go on, lick my ass, you filthy pig.]



Chacha didn’t hesitate for a moment. He shoved his mouth into her ass, licking her asshole eagerly while his nose pressed against her wet pussy. Ganga moaned, her body arching slightly as she felt his tongue explore her most sensitive areas.