Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 14: Day One - The Emerald Unveiling


Salary day pinged on Nivi’s phone Saturday morning, the notification a spark of freedom as she played with her kids, Anand’s indifference a dull hum in the background. 

Her mother-in-law caught her smile, stirring chutney in the kitchen. “Big plans, dear?” she asked, eyes twinkling. Nivi nodded, her body stirring at the thought of Monday. 


The boutique with Raghavan had shattered her dryness—years of untouched, unexcited days under Anand’s neglect now flooded with desire. 


Why am I so turned on just thinking about it? she wondered, her pussy tingling, her body taking charge. Those kurtis—emerald, crimson, chiffon—had shown her a woman who could own a room, and she craved it, struggling to understand the urges overwhelming her mind.

Monday, Nivi strode into the office, the emerald V-neck kurti clinging to her full breasts, the deep cut teasing a hint of cleavage, the sheer fabric brushing her nipples, hardening them with every step.

Her leggings hugged her hips, her ass swaying subtly. From the front, she was polished; from behind, a quiet fire, her curves demanding eyes. Her pussy burned as she crossed the threshold, wet from imagining the office’s reaction. Why is my body controlling me? Anand left me dry for so long—no spark, no touch. Now these urges are wild, and I can’t stop them, she thought, grappling with the heat driving her.


The office hushed, heads turning—Ashwin’s grin faltering, Dinesh’s coffee cup frozen, Ashok’s shy stare wide. A junior clerk by the copier paused, eyes on her neckline before he dropped his papers. The attention sent a spark through her, her pussy dampening fast. Why am I so wet already? The shopping broke something—my body’s awake, and I don’t know how to handle it, she thought, her mind racing to catch her urges.

At the tea station, the gang pounced, their banter lively with a naughty edge. Ashwin leaned close, tossing a biscuit. “Nivi, this kurti’s trouble—that neckline’s got us all distracted.” His grin was bold, eyes lingering on her chest, implying more.

Dinesh smirked, glasses glinting. 

“Salary day’s off to a hell of a start. You’re making it tough to work, Nivi.” His tone teased, his gaze on her hips hinting at desire. Her pussy ached, the heat overwhelming. Why is this turning me on so much? It’s like my body’s starving, craving their eyes, she thought, trying to understand.

Ashok flushed, eyes on her curves. “It’s… really nice,” he mumbled, hands shaky. He’s dying to see more, she thought, her clit pulsing, her body leading her mind. 

“Like the treat, boys?” she teased, pouring tea, leaning to show a hint of cleavage. “Told you it’s not just lunch.” Their laughter crackled, but the air was charged, their eyes hungry.



In the lunchroom, gossip swirled. Two accountants whispered nearby: “Nivi’s changed—look at that kurti. She’s with Raghavan too much.” The words hit her, her nipples tightening, her pussy burning. They’re talking about me, wanting me, she thought, her body urging her to lean into it. 

Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over. “Nivi, you’re the talk of the office,” Saritha said, grinning. “That emerald’s a statement.” Lakshmi teased, “Keep this up, and the boys won’t survive.” Nivi smiled, crossing her legs, her ass shifting. Their support warmed her, but the gossip fueled her fire, her body craving more.


Mid-morning, Raghavan called her to review a client file, his office quiet, the door shutting softly. He leaned back, eyes tracing her—breasts, waist, hips—with a slow, hungry smile. “Nivi, this kurti’s perfect—shows your fire,” he said, voice low, stepping closer. “You’re owning it, aren’t you?” His fingers brushed hers as he handed her a file, the contact electric, making her pussy clench.


She leaned on his desk, her breasts subtly forward, boldness surging. “Trying to, sir,” she said, voice teasing, holding his gaze. “You were right—bold clothes make me feel bold.” 

Why is my pussy so wet from his look? The shopping broke my dryness; now my body’s in charge, and I can’t control it, she thought, her urges overwhelming.

He chuckled, eyes on her neckline. “You’re more than bold—you’re dangerous. Keep them guessing.” The gossip outside grew—a clerk whispering, “Nivi’s in there again with the boss”—and her pussy dripped, her body thrilled by the attention.


Later, Mohan, a senior accountant with a confident charm, joined the gang at lunch, pulling his chair close to Nivi. “You’re shaking things up, Nivi,” he said, his voice smooth, eyes lingering on her curves.

 “That kurti’s a game-changer.” His tone was playful but suggestive, his knee brushing hers under the table, sending a spark to her core. He’s trying to get close, wants me, she thought, her pussy aching, her body driving her. 

Why am I so horny for this? Anand starved me; now every touch, every look sets me off.

“Glad you approve,” she teased, leaning forward, her neckline dipping. Ashwin whistled, Dinesh smirked, and Ashok’s stare burned. 

The table buzzed with naughty banter, Mohan adding, “Hope this treat keeps getting better.” Her pussy pulsed, wet and eager, her body outpacing her mind. 


I need to understand these urges—they’re too much, but I want them, she thought, her boldness blazing as she left, the office’s whispers trailing her.


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