Adultery My wife through the lens of CCTV

[tharkibudda]

Chapter 9 - April 13th - Storm Descends

As I watched my wife, Dhristi, still trying to recover from the orgasm she never wanted, my eyes were glued to her trembling body, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes searched for any escape, any sign of hope, but the room remained as cold and unfeeling as the digital eyes of the camera that bore into her soul.

Suddenly, the piercing sound of a scream ripped through the room, so loud and desperate that it seemed to shatter the very fabric of reality. I jumped in my seat, the sound reverberating through the computer speaker and jolting me out of my numbed daze.

On the screen, Lakhan had somehow managed to rid himself of his clothes with an unnerving speed, now standing completely nude before the trembling form of my wife. His body was a grotesque parody of masculine perfection, his muscles bulging and veins popping as he loomed over Dhristi. His erection stood tall and obscene, a weapon of his depravity that pointed accusingly at her vulnerable form.

Dhristi's eyes widened in horror, her gaze locked on his massive member. It was almost double the size of what she was used to, and the sight of it had her trembling in fear. Her mind raced with the implications of what was about to happen, her innocence forever tainted by the cruel reality of this monstrous violation.

"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "Mujhe Chod do." But Lakhan was deaf to her pleas, his eyes gleaming with a dark excitement that sent a cold shiver down her spine.

He practically leaped onto the bed, his bulk landing on her with a thud that stole the breath from her lungs. Dhristi's eyes widened in terror as she felt his weight pin her down, his erection pressing against her soft, trembling belly. Her body was still sensitive from the forced climax, and she could feel every inch of him, his heat branding her like a scar.

Lakhan's mouth found her neck, his teeth sinking in as he kissed her with a ferocity that was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, his tongue tracing a wet path from her earlobe down to her collarbone. Dhristi tried to turn away, but his grip on her wrists was like iron, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place.

He moved lower, his mouth capturing one of her breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he suckled and bit down. Dhristi's body jerked, a cry of pain escaping her lips, but Lakhan was relentless. His mouth was a vice, his teeth and tongue teasing her until she was sure she would bruise.

And then, without warning, he was between her legs, his cock nudging against her still-swollen clit. Dhristi felt a fresh wave of horror wash over her as she realized what he intended to do next. "No, Lakhan sahab, please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "itna bada hai .Mar jaungi"

But Lakhan was beyond the point of mercy, his lust clouding any semblance of rational thought. With a grunt, he pushed her thighs apart, his hands like steel bars that she couldn't break free from. Dhristi's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. She was so wet from her earlier orgasm that she knew there would be no resistance.

"You will not die, my sweet," Lakhan murmured against her skin, his voice a dark promise. "But you will never forget this moment."

With a brutal thrust, Lakhan invaded Dhristi's body, tearing through her maidenhood with the force of a storm. Her scream filled the room, the sound of her innocence being shattered echoing through the digital feed and into my soul. I watched in horror as Dhristi's eyes rolled back, her mouth a silent O of pain.

The digital Lakhan didn't stop, his hips pumping into her with a savagery that had her body bouncing off the bed. She was so tight, so unprepared for this monstrous intrusion, and he reveled in the agony he was causing her. Dhristi's eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Her body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, a stark contrast to the gentle love I had shared with her on our wedding night. Her cries grew louder, her breaths more ragged, and I could see the tears pooling in her eyes. It was a sight that haunted me, a perversion of the intimate moments we had shared.

On the screen, Lakhan's thrusts grew more frenzied, his grip on her wrists tightening until she could no longer move. Dhristi's legs were splayed wide, her toes curling with each brutal entry. The digital Lakhan's face was a mask of pure lust, his eyes never leaving hers as he claimed her, inch by inch.

Her body was a symphony of agony and unwanted pleasure, her mind screaming for it to stop while her traitorous body responded to the intrusion with a visceral need she couldn't control. With every stroke, she felt her resolve slipping away, the pain morphing into something else, something darker and more primal.

The digital Lakhan was relentless, his hips hammering into her with a brutal rhythm that she was powerless to resist. The pain began to ebb, leaving in its wake a strange, twisted pleasure that grew stronger with each passing moment. Her moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her body begging for more despite her mind's desperate protests.

The scene on the screen was a whirlwind of limbs and sweat, the digital Lakhan's muscles rippling with each powerful stroke. Dhristi's body was a blur of motion, her breasts bouncing with each impact, her hips grinding against him as if they had a will of their own.

The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a cacophony of lust that was almost too much to bear. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each one a dagger in my heart. Her eyes were glazed over with a mix of pain and something else, something darker, something that made me want to look away but I couldn't.

And then, suddenly, she screamed with an orgasm that seemed to rip through the very fabric of reality. It was a sound I never thought I would hear from my innocent Dhristi—raw, unfiltered, and filled with a passion that I had never seen in her before. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowed in a silent plea for more as Lakhan's cock pounded into her.

Even Lakhan paused, his thrusts halting mid-motion as he stared down at her in shock. He had expected fear, perhaps a little bit of pleasure, but not this. Dhristi's eyes were closed, her face a mask of ecstasy as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. Her nails dug into the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist as if she was trying to pull him deeper.

For a brief moment, the digital Lakhan looked almost human, his own orgasm momentarily forgotten as he took in the sight before him. And then, with a grunt, he resumed his punishing rhythm, driving into her with a fervor that seemed to be fueled by her unwilling passion.

On the screen, Dhristi's body was a canvas of sweat and tears, her hair a wild mess around her face. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto the camera lens with a look of such desperation that it was like she was pleading with me to save her from this digital hell.

The digital Lakhan took advantage of the newfound lubrication, his thrusts growing more vigorous, more intense. Each time he entered her, she cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that was almost too much to handle. Her body was a battleground of sensations, each thrust sending waves of both agony and ecstasy through her.

As Dhristi felt the beginnings of a second orgasm building, I couldn't help but compare our own intimate moments. In the eight months we had been married, I had never lasted more than two to  four minutes inside her, my own inexperience and nerves getting the better of me. But here, this monster was driving her to new heights of pleasure, his endurance seemingly unmatched.

My mind reeled with the injustice of it all. Here I was, her devoted husband, watching from the sidelines as she was violated by this beast. And yet, even in this twisted nightmare, I couldn't help but feel a strange envy. Lakhan's ability to bring her to climax with such ease was something I had never managed to do, not once.

I could sense from the moans that Dhristi was on the brink of another climax, one that was as unwelcome as it was inescapable. Lakhan must have sensed it too, for his own pace grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against her thighs with a wet, obscene sound that seemed to fill the room.

Dhristi's eyes grew wide, her body taut as a bowstring. She threw her head back and screamed, the sound echoing through the digital feed and into the quiet of the room where I sat, a silent observer to her degradation. Her second orgasm was more intense than the first, her body bucking and writhing beneath his as the waves of pleasure crashed over her like a tempest.

Lakhan's own climax hit him like a freight train, his face contorting with the effort to hold back his release. But the sight of Dhristi, lost in the throes of pleasure despite her fear and pain, was too much. With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of our house, he released himself inside her, filling her with his seed.

Dhristi's eyes snapped open, a scream of "Nahi" tearing from her throat as she felt the hot flood of his semen. The digital Lakhan's eyes rolled back in his head, his body shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm. For a moment, they were both frozen, locked in a tableau of lust and violence.

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Lakhan pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He stumbled back, his breaths coming in great, heaving gasps. Dhristi's legs fell to the side, her body boneless with the aftermath of her forced pleasure.

To my horror, Lakhan calmly bent down, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with the evidence of his depravity. He took a corner of the bedsheet and began to wipe himself off, the fabric coming away stained with Dhristi's essence. The sight was almost too much to bear, the casual way he treated her like a toy that had served its purpose, now to be put away and cleaned up.

Dhristi lay there, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the two violent climaxes that had been torn from her. Her eyes were glazed over, her chest heaving with each shallow breath she took. She was a wreck, a beautiful mess of passion and pain, and I could see the dawning realization in her gaze—she had been used and discarded, her purity stolen from her in the most heinous way imaginable.

Lakhan, the monster who had committed this unspeakable act, began to dress himself with a casual air, as if he hadn't just shattered the sanctity of our marriage. His movements were smooth and deliberate, as if he had done this countless times before. He didn't even bother to look at her, his eyes cold and calculating as he pulled on his clothes.

The digital Lakhan walked out of the bedroom, leaving Dhristi sprawled on the bed, her body trembling with the aftermath of his assault. Her legs were still splayed open, her pussy glistening with a mix of her own juices and his cum, a stark reminder of what he had done to her.

I sat there, my heart racing, as the scene continued to unfold.

Lakhan Chand emerged from the bedroom, He walked to the couch with a purposeful stride, the muscles in his back flexing as he bent to retrieve the files which was the reason why he came to his house. His posture was casual, almost nonchalant, as if he had simply concluded a business meeting rather than the soul-crushing violation of a young, innocent wife.

I watched, my heart in my throat, as he straightened and headed towards the door, the digital feed flickering to black as the living room camera switched off automatically due to no activity as if he was never here .