Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[mansi shah]

Srinu watching his wife ganga talking in the most vulgar language possible Made it impossible for him to believe That it was the same person he knew who spoke the Sweetest and kindest words. He remembered how they used to have naughty words mixed up here and there while they were having sex, but he never thought Ganga had such filthy vocabulary in her head all along.


Srinu (watching, his voice trembling with anger): She’s enjoying this… that fucking whore! Those bastards turned my sanskari wife turned into a street whore!

Javed, meanwhile, was completely enthralled by the sight. He stroked himself faster, unable to look away.

Javed (breathless, praising her): "Madam ji, aap toh jannat se bheji hui devi ho. Aapki khoobsurti se humein bless karne ke liye aayi ho." [Madam ji, you’re a goddess sent from heaven to bless us with your beauty.]

Chacha continued licking and kissing her asshole, his tongue making deliberate circles that sent shivers through Ganga’s body. Her moans grew hotter, her hips grinding harder against his face.



His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them as she leaned forward slightly, guiding his touch.

Ganga (gasping, locking eyes with him): "Haan… zor se karo… aur zor se daba, madarchod!" [Yes… do it harder… squeeze harder, you bastard!]



Chacha, after a few moments of rimming her, pulled his mouth away. He opened it wide, signaling silently to Ganga. She immediately understood. Leaning forward, she let a line of spit drop from her lips into his open mouth.

Chacha (catching it, savoring it): "Sacred gift from a goddess…"



He closed his mouth, savoring her spit, and returned to licking her ass. Meanwhile, Ganga reached behind her, finding Chacha’s hard cock. She stroked it slowly, her fingers curling around it as her body moved rhythmically on his face.

Chacha wanted more than just Ganga’s hand on his penis. He leaned forward, his voice low but filled with mischief, and said

Chacha (teasing, with a sly smile): "Madam ji, sirf haath se kaam nahi chalega. Aapko munh mein lena padega." [Madam, using just your hand won’t do. You’ll have to take it in your mouth.]

Ganga smirking, playfully tilting her head, She turned her body around with deliberate grace, making sure her dripping pussy was still accessible to Chacha’s eager mouth. She positioned herself perfectly, leaning down to wrap her fingers around his hard cock while lowering her lips onto it. Her movements were precise, a testament to her experience, and she exuded a natural sensuality as she began to take him in.

Meanwhile, Javed, who had already pulled out his cock, was stroking it furiously. His eyes widened as he watched Ganga’s expert positioning. He couldn’t help but shout

Javed (excited, panting): "Vah, Madam ji! Yeh angle toh ab tak sirf BF mein dekha hai. Yah toh meri favourite 69 position hai!" [Wow, Madam! I’ve only seen this angle in porn. This is my favorite 69 position!]

Srinu, glued to the screen, felt his anger boiling over. His thoughts raced with bitterness as he clenched his fists. Yes, Javed is right. Obviously, she’s an expert in this position. It’s my favorite too! Ganga and I always ate each other during sex, and now this street whore is sharing this sacred position with a filthy, low-class old man. Fucking bitch!

Ganga lay atop Chacha, her hips lowering onto his face as his tongue eagerly resumed its work. She gasped softly when his tongue slid across her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her moans were muffled as she took the tip of Chacha’s cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it teasingly.



Chacha (groaning, gripping her hips tightly): "Madam ji, bas yahin ruko… aapka swad swarg jaisa hai." [Madam, stay right there… your taste is like heaven.]

Javed (frustrated, shouting): "Sali chhinaal aurat, kya chus rahi hai! Ek buddhe ki land chus rahi hai, randi. Yahaan par jawan land hai. Isko kab chusegi?" [You slutty woman, what a way to suck! You’re sucking an old man’s cock. There’s a young cock here—when will you suck this one?]

Ganga, her lips still wrapped around Chacha’s cock, turned her head slightly and locked eyes with Javed. She gave him a teasing look, her gaze playful and challenging, while she continued to suck slowly on Chacha’s dickhead.



Javed (groaning, precum dripping from his cock): "Oh, my sex goddess! Will you kill me with that teasing look? I can’t take it anymore! I need your soft lips on my cock."

He took a step toward her, unable to control his desire, but before he could get any closer, Chacha’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding

Chacha (snapping, glaring at Javed): "Shut up and stand there, Javed! This is my turn."

Javed froze, disappointment flashing across his face. Muttering curses under his breath, he reluctantly returned to his spot, stroking his cock furiously as he watched.

Chacha’s tongue was relentless as it moved in quick, circular motions over Ganga’s clit. She moaned deeply, her hips grinding against his face, desperate for the release she had been denied earlier. His hands gripped her tightly, holding her in place as he buried his face deeper into her folds.

Ganga (panting, her voice trembling): "Ahhh… madarchod… haan… wahi karo… aur zor se!" [Ahhh… you old bastard… yes… keep doing that… harder!]

Chacha responded by thrusting his tongue deeper, licking her clit with renewed vigor. Meanwhile, Ganga’s mouth worked eagerly on his cock. She took him deeper, her lips sliding along his length as her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside. Chacha groaned loudly, his hips bucking upward as he pushed further into her warm, wet mouth.

Chacha (moaning, breathless): "Madam ji, aapke jaise swarg ka darwaza kahin aur nahi milega." [Madam, a doorway to heaven like yours can’t be found anywhere else.]

Ganga gagged slightly as his cock pushed deeper into her throat, but she didn’t stop. Her rhythm quickened, her head bobbing up and down as she matched the intensity of his tongue on her clit.

As Chacha’s tongue flicked rapidly over her sensitive nub, Ganga felt the familiar tension building in her abdomen. Her thighs trembled, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her moans, muffled by Chacha’s cock, grew louder as she teetered on the edge of climax.

Chacha (grinning wickedly, his tongue relentless): "Aa jao, Madam ji. Aapki har boond mujhe chahiye." [Come on, Madam. I want every drop of you.]

With a final stroke of his tongue, Ganga’s body convulsed as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around Chacha’s face, her juices flowing freely as she cried out in ecstasy.

Ganga (shuddering, her voice breaking): "Ahhh… haan… madarchod… haan! Bas… wahi karo!" [Ahhh… yes… you bastard… yes! Keep doing that!]

Chacha groaned as he felt her release drip down onto his face. He licked her hungrily, savoring every drop as if it were a divine offering.

Ganga leaned forward, her head falling momentarily as she basked in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Chacha, his face slick with her juices, licked his lips and smiled.

Chacha (smirking, looking up at her): "Madam ji, yeh toh bas shuruaat hai." [Madam, this is just the beginning.]

Chacha (grinning mischievously): "Madam ji, ab aapki baari hai. Mujhe bhi toh thoda mazaa milna chahiye." [Madam, now it’s your turn. I deserve some pleasure too.]

Ganga, still lying on top of him in the 69 position, immediately understood what he meant. She began to gather herself, ready to take his cock into her mouth. But just as she leaned forward, Chacha stopped her.

Chacha (teasing, raising a hand to her cheek): "Nahi, Madam ji, aise nahi. Main aapka chehra dekhte hue enjoy karna chahta hoon." [No, Madam, not like this. I want to see your face while you suck my cock.]

Without a second thought, Ganga shifted off him, her movements slow and deliberate. As she turned, Chacha’s hand came down on her butt cheek with a loud slap.

Ganga (gasping, letting out a soft moan): "Ahh… buddhe madarchod!" [Ahh… you old bastard!]

She gave him a playful, naughty smile over her shoulder as she adjusted her position. Facing him, she moved between his legs, positioning herself in a doggy-style pose. Chacha lay back on the mattress, his eyes locked on her every move, his excitement palpable.

Javed, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t contain his impatience.

Javed (shouting, stroking his cock faster): "Saale randi, jaldi chatna shuru kar aur uska paani nikal de! Uske baad mera number hai!" [You slut, hurry up and start sucking him dry! After him, it’s my turn!]

Srinu, glued to the monitor, felt a bitter mix of disgust and disbelief as he watched his wife. There she goes again, he thought bitterly. She just can’t get enough of their cocks.

Ganga, however, didn’t immediately go for Chacha’s cock. Instead, she leaned in slowly, her tongue flicking out to lick his balls first. She started with a deliberate, teasing motion, her soft wet tongue gliding over the sensitive skin as she looked up at him with a mischievous smile.



Chacha jolted with pleasure, his body tensing at her touch.

Chacha (groaning, his voice trembling): "Ahhh… madam ji… bas wahi karo… haan!" [Ahhh… Madam, just keep doing that… yes!]

Encouraged by his reaction, Ganga began trailing her tongue slowly along the sides of his shaft, working her way upward with calculated precision. When she reached the tip, she paused, her tongue flicking teasingly over his pee hole. Each time she made him believe she was about to take his cock into her mouth, she pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she repeated the teasing motions.



Chacha (growling like an animal, his patience thinning): "Sali randi, bas aur mat tadpao! Munh mein le lo!" [You slut, stop teasing! Take it in your mouth already!]

Finally, Ganga gave in to his desperate pleas. She wrapped her soft lips around his cockhead, sucking gently as her hand stroked the length of his shaft.

Chacha (moaning loudly, his head falling back): "Ahhh… haan! Sali randi… yeh toh swarg hai!" [Ahhh… yes! You slut… this is heaven!]



Her mouth worked skillfully, her lips and tongue pressing and gliding against his shaft. She took his cock deeper, then pulled back, letting him enjoy the full sensation of her lips moving over his length.

Javed (groaning in awe, stroking himself furiously): "Yeh toh duniya ka best blowjob hai. Koi isse better nahi kar sakta." [This must be the best blowjob in the world. No one can do it better.]



Even Srinu couldn’t help but begrudgingly agree in his thoughts. Javed’s right… nobody can resist Ganga’s soft lips.

Chacha, overwhelmed by the pleasure, reached out and placed his hand on Ganga’s head. He pressed down gently, guiding her to take him deeper. Following his lead, Ganga slowly swallowed his entire length, her throat tightening around him as she deep-throated his cock..

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