04-06-2025, 05:41 PM
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The farmhouse is shrouded in darkness, with the clock ticking past 10 at night. Outside, the silence is broken only by the chirping of crickets and other nocturnal creatures. Inside, the house mirrors the quiet, except for the faint moaning of a woman coming from the bedroom on right side of the hall. The bedroom door is slightly ajar, revealing Radha, the woman of the house, clinging tightly to her business partner. Her arms are wrapped around him, and her legs encircle his hips as she holds onto him like a ragdoll.
Ashwin, her business partner, held her firmly with his hands, his palms supporting her thighs as he moved his hips back and forth. Radha's head hung slightly low, her cheek resting against Ashwin's chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Sonu, the husband, is sleeping soundly in the room on his bed. He is lying on the side where Radha, his wife, and her partners are immersed in their carnal activity while standing. He continues snoring, completely unaware of what his wife is up to. All it would take is for him to open his eyes and witness the betrayal, but he remains fast asleep and does not wake up now or at any point until morning.
Radha: Ashu... please... no... She breathes heavily, her warm breath brushing against Ashwin's chest, while his warm breath touches the back of her head. She feels a heavy weight as her lover fucking her in the standing position, with her husband sleeping nearby.
The mere idea and act of engaging in sexual intercourse with the housewife in the presence of her husband causes Ashwin's arousal to intensify. He is not inclined to heed her words; his sole focus is on demonstrating to someone else's wife that he is a more skilled fucker than her husband. He is thrusting into her with great speed, his movements long and rapid, with each thrust withdrawing half of his cock from her vagina.
Radha: Ashu... no... Her voice shifted from the earlier moaning sound to something more intense. Ashwin felt something wetting his arm a few inches above his elbow. No... Ashu... please... This time, her crying reached Ashwin's ears without hesitation.
For a moment, Ashwin noticed the dampness on his arm and chest where Radha's head was resting. He slowed his movements but did not come to a complete stop.
Ashwin looked down at Radha, who was nestled comfortably against his chest, and asked softly, "Hello, Radha... what is it, my love?" His voice was gentle, but his attention was divided. As he began fuck her in standing position, his gaze was drawn to Sonu, Radha's husband, who lay asleep nearby. A smirk crept across Ashwin's face as he took in the sight of Sonu in slumber. For Ashwin, there was a thrill in witnessing the contrast between himself and Sonu; each thrust he made with Radha filled him with a sense of dominance, as if he were asserting his superiority over her husband with every thrust.
As Ashwin gazes downward, he observes that Radha's spine is trembling slightly; however, it is not due to the orgasm but rather something else. With his deliberate movements, he calls out to her, "Hey... my... love... come on... what is happening? Look at me," he said, his voice imbued with curiosity and authority.
At this, Radha lifts her head from where it rested against his chest. She looks at him, her face devoid of the joy Ashwin feels. Instead, her expression is sad, her eyes almost bulging from their sockets, brimming with tears that spill freely. "No... Ashwin... please," she says, her voice breaking, each word separated by a pause, as though it takes all her strength to speak.
Observing her tear-streaked face, filled with sorrow rather than the sweat of exertion, and sadness instead of the pleasure typically associated with their fucking, Ashwin abruptly halted his thrusting. Without a moment's hesitation, he withdrew from her, letting her fall to her feet. However, she was unable to maintain her balance and gradually collapsed at his feet, weeping as she covered her face and bowed her head towards the floor near the bed. Meanwhile, Ashwin, with his unsatisfied cock fully erect, gazed at her in confusion, questioning why she was crying in the midst of what should have been an enjoyable experience. His expression revealed his inner turmoil.
"Hey, my love, what’s wrong?" he asks her as he stands, but all he gets in return is her weeping. Her shoulders tremble lightly with the intensity of her cries. Ashwin kneels down and sits opposite her. Gently but firmly, he lifts her face from her hands, looking into her tear-filled eyes. "What’s wrong, my love? Why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?" he asks, his voice sweet and soothing, though his intentions are far from genuine.
Without answering him, she turned her head toward her husband and looked at him. Ashwin's gaze followed hers, and he understood that she did not like him fucking her in her husband's presence. He quickly calculated his next steps to tackle the situation.
Before she could say anything, he softly said, "My love, I know what you're thinking and what's going through your mind. But please, don't let your temptations take over. Listen to me." His voice was humble and respectful, a stark contrast to the dominance he had shown just moments before.
He opened his mouth to say another word, but Radha stopped him by raising her palm, signaling him to stop. Instead of speaking, she stood up and left the room without a word, forgetting to collect her clothes—a detail she didn’t care about at the moment but would soon regret. Ashwin followed her, but before leaving the room, he glanced back at Sonu, his face momentarily filled with anger. In his mind, he thought, "Hey idiot, your wife is saying no to me now because you’re here. But this isn’t over. I’m going to have her again in this room, and next time, you won’t be asleep." Then, he left the room.
The farmhouse is shrouded in darkness, with the clock ticking past 10 at night. Outside, the silence is broken only by the chirping of crickets and other nocturnal creatures. Inside, the house mirrors the quiet, except for the faint moaning of a woman coming from the bedroom on right side of the hall. The bedroom door is slightly ajar, revealing Radha, the woman of the house, clinging tightly to her business partner. Her arms are wrapped around him, and her legs encircle his hips as she holds onto him like a ragdoll.
Ashwin, her business partner, held her firmly with his hands, his palms supporting her thighs as he moved his hips back and forth. Radha's head hung slightly low, her cheek resting against Ashwin's chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Sonu, the husband, is sleeping soundly in the room on his bed. He is lying on the side where Radha, his wife, and her partners are immersed in their carnal activity while standing. He continues snoring, completely unaware of what his wife is up to. All it would take is for him to open his eyes and witness the betrayal, but he remains fast asleep and does not wake up now or at any point until morning.
Radha: Ashu... please... no... She breathes heavily, her warm breath brushing against Ashwin's chest, while his warm breath touches the back of her head. She feels a heavy weight as her lover fucking her in the standing position, with her husband sleeping nearby.
The mere idea and act of engaging in sexual intercourse with the housewife in the presence of her husband causes Ashwin's arousal to intensify. He is not inclined to heed her words; his sole focus is on demonstrating to someone else's wife that he is a more skilled fucker than her husband. He is thrusting into her with great speed, his movements long and rapid, with each thrust withdrawing half of his cock from her vagina.
Radha: Ashu... no... Her voice shifted from the earlier moaning sound to something more intense. Ashwin felt something wetting his arm a few inches above his elbow. No... Ashu... please... This time, her crying reached Ashwin's ears without hesitation.
For a moment, Ashwin noticed the dampness on his arm and chest where Radha's head was resting. He slowed his movements but did not come to a complete stop.
Ashwin looked down at Radha, who was nestled comfortably against his chest, and asked softly, "Hello, Radha... what is it, my love?" His voice was gentle, but his attention was divided. As he began fuck her in standing position, his gaze was drawn to Sonu, Radha's husband, who lay asleep nearby. A smirk crept across Ashwin's face as he took in the sight of Sonu in slumber. For Ashwin, there was a thrill in witnessing the contrast between himself and Sonu; each thrust he made with Radha filled him with a sense of dominance, as if he were asserting his superiority over her husband with every thrust.
As Ashwin gazes downward, he observes that Radha's spine is trembling slightly; however, it is not due to the orgasm but rather something else. With his deliberate movements, he calls out to her, "Hey... my... love... come on... what is happening? Look at me," he said, his voice imbued with curiosity and authority.
At this, Radha lifts her head from where it rested against his chest. She looks at him, her face devoid of the joy Ashwin feels. Instead, her expression is sad, her eyes almost bulging from their sockets, brimming with tears that spill freely. "No... Ashwin... please," she says, her voice breaking, each word separated by a pause, as though it takes all her strength to speak.
Observing her tear-streaked face, filled with sorrow rather than the sweat of exertion, and sadness instead of the pleasure typically associated with their fucking, Ashwin abruptly halted his thrusting. Without a moment's hesitation, he withdrew from her, letting her fall to her feet. However, she was unable to maintain her balance and gradually collapsed at his feet, weeping as she covered her face and bowed her head towards the floor near the bed. Meanwhile, Ashwin, with his unsatisfied cock fully erect, gazed at her in confusion, questioning why she was crying in the midst of what should have been an enjoyable experience. His expression revealed his inner turmoil.
"Hey, my love, what’s wrong?" he asks her as he stands, but all he gets in return is her weeping. Her shoulders tremble lightly with the intensity of her cries. Ashwin kneels down and sits opposite her. Gently but firmly, he lifts her face from her hands, looking into her tear-filled eyes. "What’s wrong, my love? Why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?" he asks, his voice sweet and soothing, though his intentions are far from genuine.
Without answering him, she turned her head toward her husband and looked at him. Ashwin's gaze followed hers, and he understood that she did not like him fucking her in her husband's presence. He quickly calculated his next steps to tackle the situation.
Before she could say anything, he softly said, "My love, I know what you're thinking and what's going through your mind. But please, don't let your temptations take over. Listen to me." His voice was humble and respectful, a stark contrast to the dominance he had shown just moments before.
He opened his mouth to say another word, but Radha stopped him by raising her palm, signaling him to stop. Instead of speaking, she stood up and left the room without a word, forgetting to collect her clothes—a detail she didn’t care about at the moment but would soon regret. Ashwin followed her, but before leaving the room, he glanced back at Sonu, his face momentarily filled with anger. In his mind, he thought, "Hey idiot, your wife is saying no to me now because you’re here. But this isn’t over. I’m going to have her again in this room, and next time, you won’t be asleep." Then, he left the room.
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