Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Srinu's father(stopped fucking, looking at her): Are randi itna mat Chilla Koi Sun Lega [hey Bitch! Don't shout so loudly someone will hear you]


Savitri was out of breath, Sweat was dripping from all over her body. Srinu looked from the window, marveling at the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was looking like a goddess with a bindi on her forehead and sweat on her boobs.

Savitri(with a naughty smile): Koi baat nahin hai Sahab. Main unko aap mere dusra Pati Ho bol kar bol Dungi. [Don't worry sir, I'll tell them You're my second husband]



Srinu's father was even more turned on by her comment with her naughty smile. Then, with surprising strength, he lifted her into the air and carried her to the bed.

Srinu (thinking): "I couldn’t believe my eyes. My father and Savitri... together? It was so wrong, yet I couldn’t look away."

Then his father jumped onto Savitri and kissed her wildly while fucking her nonstop. In the meantime, Srinu was lost in a trance watching his father and Savitri passionately fucking each other.

Savitri noticed his shadow by the window, and their eyes met. 



For a moment, Srinu panicked, expecting her to shout or stop. But to his surprise, she smiled—a naughty, knowing smile that seemed to say she enjoyed being watched.



That night, Srinu couldn’t sleep. His mind replayed the scene over and over, and he found himself consumed by thoughts of Savitri. He imagined himself in his father’s place, touching her, kissing her, fucking her. He lost count of how many times he jerked off to her.

After that fateful day, Srinu couldn’t meet Savitri’s gaze without his heart pounding. Fear gripped him every time he thought she might tell his father. The very idea of his father’s wrath, his belt or stick, was enough to make him sweat. But to Srinu’s astonishment, Savitri’s behavior toward him changed in a way he had never anticipated. 

She no longer regarded him as a shy, innocent boy stealing glances at her cleavage. Instead, she began playing a mischievous, seductive game of cat and mouse. She started her teasing as soon as She entered the house. She used to look at him teasingly while tying her hair into a bun. Her teasing felt deliberate—catching his lingering stares, she’d either feign anger with a sharp look or smile knowingly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. 



Often, she’d adjust her pallu to show him even more of her boobs, watching his reaction with amusement.



At times, when Srinu dared to follow her, she’d glance back over her shoulder and gesture subtly toward her hut, her eyes seemingly asking, What were you doing at my hut that day? Each interaction left Srinu flustered, his heart racing, his mind spiraling with fantasies he couldn’t control.



This continued for days, building up an unbearable tension inside him. One day, unable to resist the pull any longer, Srinu found himself sneaking back to Savitri’s hut. Approaching cautiously, he peeked through the familiar broken window. But this time, to his dismay, the hut was empty.

Just as he began to wonder where she was, he felt a sudden tap on his head. Fear shot through him like a bolt. He turned slowly, half-expecting the furious face of Savitri’s husband—or worse, his father. Instead, it was Savitri herself. She stood there, arms crossed, pretending to scold him.

Savitri (mock-sternly): "What are you doing sneaking around my hut, you naughty boy?"



Srinu, caught red-handed, stammered, his words tumbling over themselves: "I...I was just...I wasn’t...I didn’t mean to—"

Savitri laughed at his panic, then teased, "Shall I go tell your father what you’ve been up to?"

She took a few steps toward his house, and Srinu, terror-stricken, grabbed her hand and pleaded desperately: "No, Aunty! Please don’t tell him. I promise I won’t do this again!"

Savitri, still laughing, turned back toward him. "You say that now," she said, her eyes twinkling, "but tomorrow, you’ll be back to staring at me like a hungry puppy."



Srinu shook his head fervently. "No, Aunty! I swear I won’t even look at you again!"

Savitri stepped closer, her playful smile never fading. She leaned in, placing one hand on the wall behind him, her ample cleavage brushing against his face. Her delicious armpit sweat smell filling his nostrils.

Savitri (sultry whisper): "Are you sure? You won’t even peek at me anymore?"




Srinu was speechless, his eyes locked on the breathtaking view of her cleavage, mere inches away. He felt his resolve crumbling.

Savitri leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she murmured.

Savitri (whispering): "Do you want to do what your father did to me that day?"

Her words stunned him. He stared at her, wide-eyed, trying to gauge whether she was serious. When he realized she wasn’t joking, he nodded eagerly, his fear replaced by an overwhelming desire.

Savitri smiled wickedly and, without warning, kissed him. Her lips were soft yet demanding, and Srinu felt his knees weaken. This was his first kiss, and it was nothing short of divine.