Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Srinu said “Aunty, you are unbelievable! You’re a goddess of seduction.” Srinu remembered they fucked all night.


That was the last time he saw Savitri. the next day unfortunately Srinu was sent away for studies. By the time he came back, his mother told him Savitri had gone back to her village because of family issues. 

Srinu also remembered One day, after a particularly intense session, Srinu lay beside her, his head resting on her lap. He looked up at her with a playful smile and said, “Savitri Aunty, I should thank you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Thank me? For what, naughty boy?”

“For everything!” he exclaimed. “For showing me what heaven feels like. For making me the luckiest man alive. And for teaching me things no one else could. You’re the reason I’m doing so well in my studies.”

Savitri laughed, amused. “Your studies? What does that have to do with me?”

Srinu explained, “My friends waste all their time and energy staring at actress posters and masturbating. They can’t focus on anything else. But me? I don’t need those pictures because I have you. You satisfy me so much that I can concentrate fully on my studies. That’s why I’m topping every subject!”

Savitri laughed heartily, running her fingers through his hair. “You’re such a bad boy, Srinu.”

Srinu kissed her hand. “You’re my goddess. Savitri Aunty.”

Srinu snapped back to the present from his memory lane as a loud voice shattered his thoughts. Someone was shouting Swati’s name. A rhythmic shouting of "Swati! Swati!"

His eyes darted toward the commotion, and he saw two young boys sitting in the corner of the street, their eyes fixed on Swati as she passed by. Their lips curled into smirks, whispering crude comments to each other, their gazes shamelessly lingering on her curves.

Swati, sensing their stares, turned sharply, her face tightening with anger. Her sharp eyes locked onto them, but before she could react, swati stepped forward, her voice dripping with challenge.

Swati (raising an eyebrow, with a teasing tone): "Kya re chirkut, kya bol raha tha?" [What are you saying, you fool?]



The boys, barely suppressing their grins, exchanged glances. One of them, lean and with mischief glinting in his eyes, stepped forward.

Boy 1 (mocking, smirking): “Buddhon ko dikha kar kya fayda? Humko dikha kar dekho, jannat ki sair karvayenge!” [What’s the point of showing old men? Show us instead, and we’ll take you on a ride to paradise!]

Swati's lips curved into a naughty smile, a contrast to the burning anger in her eyes. but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—amusement, challenge, or maybe both.

Swati playfully dropped her pallu, showing her cleavage to tease them

Swati (tilting her head, voice low and teasing): “Sach mein? Jannat tak le jaane ki aukaat rakhte ho?” [Really? Do you even have what it takes to take me to paradise?]



Those two boys hearts skipped for a moment seeing her beautiful boobs.

The second boy chuckled, nudging his friend.

Boy 2 (grinning): “Ab toh bataana padega, warna beizzati ho jaayegi.” [Now we have to prove it, or we’ll lose face.]

Swati let out a soft laugh and took a step back, her eyes gleaming with something dangerous. Then, with a casual flick of her fingers, she gestured for them to follow.

Swati (laughing, playful): "Achcha bachu, to phir chalo chalte hain mere 'kopche' mein. Dekhte hain tum dono mein kitna dum hai." [Okay, boys, then let’s go to my place. Let’s see how much strength you have.]

She led them down a dimly lit corridor, her hips swaying ever so slightly, a deliberate provocation. The boys followed, their breath quickening, the darkness swallowing them whole.

Srinu, who had been watching from a distance, stiffened. He had only caught fragments of their conversation, but one word had ignited something deep within him—kopcha. His pulse hammered against his skin. She’s taking them to a secluded spot.

Excitement coiled in his gut, raw and intense. He hesitated for only a moment before slipping into the shadows, following them, his footsteps careful, calculated.

The corridor was a shadowed tunnel, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and decay. After reaching the end of the corridor Swathi turned around to look at the boys, The boys looked at each other and couldn't believe their luck they immediately took their positions one in front of her and another behind her. They were hesitant, their bravado masking a disbelief that a woman like Swati, so obviously alluring, had actually invited them. It seemed too good to be true.

Swati's patience snapped. She grabbed the shirt of the boy in front and yanked him close, With a flick of her fingers, she let her pallu slide down from her shoulder, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage.

Swati (impatiently tapping her foot): "Abhi kitna time lega, chal shuru karna." [How much longer, let’s start already.]



The boys surged forward, their inhibitions dissolving like sugar in water. They were like hungry animals, their mouths all over her, kissing and licking every inch of available skin. The boy in front buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue darting between her breasts, pressing and squeezing her flesh. The boy behind her, his hands trembling, kissed her back, pushing her blouse down over her shoulders, revealing the vibrant red strap of her bra.




Swati didn't resist; she actively aided him, undoing the hooks of her blouse, freeing her breasts from their flimsy confinement. The sight of her juicy breasts, heaving and barely contained by the red bra, and her smooth, exposed back sent the two boys into a frenzy. They lost all restraint, devouring her with kisses and bites, their hands roaming over her body.



Swati, moaning loudly, guided their mouths and hands, encouraging them in their frenzy. As the boy in front worked his way down her body, kissing her belly, the one behind her licked the sweat from the curves of her hips.



Srinu, hidden in the shadows, watched it all unfold with a mixture of shock and burgeoning desire. His body was responding with a force he hadn't felt before. The morning's reading about Ganga's seduction by Sundari, and the childhood memory of Savitri, combined with the raw sensuality of Swati, had ignited an inferno within him. He had always been drawn to Swati, that was undeniable, but never had he let it surface. His loyalty to Ganga seemed to have been a feeble shield against something much stronger.

Swati, with a sudden movement, seized the head of the boy kissing her belly, and pushed his face under her saree, positioning his mouth over her pussy. She lifted her saree, her other hand pulling aside her panties. The boy eagerly accepted the invitation, his tongue exploring her pussy. Swati's moans grew louder, filling the corridor with a primal sound. The boy behind her, in his excitement, began to hump against her backside, kissing her neck.



Suddenly, guy in the back who was humping swati from behind groaned and collapsed, his body shuddering. Swati turned her head to see him lying on the ground, a dark stain spreading across the crotch of his pants.

Swati (angrily, eyes narrowing): "Phaatu saala... pant mein hi nikal gayi..." [What a fool... you came out in the pants...]

She turned to the boy in front, her face a mask of fury. "Get up," she commanded. As he rose, another dark stain blossomed on his pants, mirroring the other boy's humiliation.

Swati (cursing, frustrated): "Chutiya saale... dono ka pant mein hi nikal gayi... ab pata chala sirf muh mein dum hone se kam nahi chalega... gaand mein bhi dum hona chahiye." [What a damn fool... it came out in the pants... now I know, it's not enough to just be strong in the mouth... you need strength in the ass too.]

She straightened her clothes, her expression hardening, and left them slumped on the floor, their bodies deflated and their egos shattered.

Srinu, hidden in the shadows, held his breath as Swati walked past, her presence leaving a palpable tension in the air. He followed her again, his heart still pounding in his chest, his mind a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

Swati turned down a narrow, grimy lane, the air thick with the stench of stagnant water. At the end, there was a neglected pani puri stand, surrounded by weathered wooden planks. Between the stand and the wall behind it, there was a small gap. Swati stopped, her eyes scanning the street, and then without hesitation, she moved aside one of the planks and slipped into the narrow opening. She then carefully replaced the plank, seemingly swallowing herself from the world. As Srinu peered from the street he could only see her upper body, her shoulders and head framed by the wood.



Srinu’s curiosity skyrocketed. After a few seconds, Swati squatted down, disappearing entirely from view. Srinu, driven by an intense curiosity, moved closer, hiding behind the wooden planks. Peeking through the gaps, he witnessed something that made his heart stop and his blood boil.

He saw Swati, her saree hitched up around her hips, her panties pulled down to her knees, squatting and urinating. It was such a raw, intimate act, and it sent a shockwave through Srinu's system. The casualness of it, the lack of any shame, ignited a fire he didn't know existed. His body reacted violently, his penis throbbing, on the verge of bursting from his pants.