Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 25: Satin and Surrender


The living room seemed to shrink as Nivi stepped out from the bedroom, the black satin babydoll gliding over her bare skin like a lover's whisper, its sheer fabric a veil that teased rather than concealed. 

Without inners, her breasts hung full and free, the lace edges framing their perky swell, nipples hard and shadowed through the satin, poking subtly with every breath. 

The hem was scandalously short, flaring just below her ass, leaving her thighs exposed, her pussy bare and glistening faintly from the fresh shower, the jasmine-scented skin smooth and inviting. Her ass curved perfectly under the satin, bouncing with each deliberate step, the material riding up slightly to hint at her cheeks. 

From the front, her breasts dominated, full and jiggling; from the side, her hips flared, ass a magnet; from behind, it was pure temptation, the satin whispering over her curves like an invitation to sin. 

Fuck, I'm naked under this—pussy bare, ass teasing, tits begging, she thought, mind voices wicked and bold: He'll see every inch, lose his mind, grab me and fuck me furious. This tease is my weapon; I'll make him snap, take what's his.

Raghavan's eyes snapped to her the moment she emerged, widening in raw hunger as he sat on the couch, whiskey glass forgotten in his hand. From his seated view, she was a vision of evolved fire—the babydoll accentuating her breasts' fullness, nipples teasing through the lace, her bare thighs smooth and toned, leading to the shadowed promise of her pussy under the short hem. 

Her walk was slow, hips swaying like a predator's prowl, ass bouncing subtly, satin lifting to flash cheek. God, she's perfection, he thought, cock hardening instantly, throbbing painfully in his pants. That body—curves I dreamed of, tits full and perky, ass curved like sin, thighs begging to be spread. And bare underneath? Fuck, she's teasing me to the edge.

She paused midway, turning slightly to give him the side profile—breasts thrusting forward, ass arched, thighs parted just enough to hint at her bare pussy, the satin clinging to her damp skin from residual shower mist. 

"Like what you see?" she purred, voice sultry, low, her eyes locking on his with a naughty challenge. Her pussy throbbed, a fresh drip trailing down her inner thigh—fuck, he's staring, cock hard; one look and he'll break.
He swallowed hard, setting the glass down, his voice rough, strained. 

"Nivi... you're a fucking dream. That babydoll—your tits look incredible, full and teasing through the lace, nipples begging to be sucked. And your ass... god, the way it moves under that hem." His eyes devoured every inch—breasts jiggling as she breathed, ass curving invitingly, thighs smooth and bare, the satin a thin barrier to her fire. She's mine tonight, he thought, cock aching, fury building slow.

She smiled wickedly, walking closer, hips swaying exaggerated, ass bouncing with each step, satin riding up to flash her bare cheeks, her breasts jiggling freely, nipples hard points against the lace. From his view, it was torture—thighs brushing, pussy shadowed but implied, ass a hypnotic sway. 

"Dream? Or nightmare?" she teased, voice indirect, naughty, leaning forward slightly, breasts hanging full, satin pulling tight over her nipples. Her pussy dripped more, clit aching—fuck, watch me, hunger for me; I'll tease until you snap, carry me and fuck me raw.

He groaned low, shifting on the couch, cock straining visibly. 

"Nightmare for my control. Your thighs—smooth, leading to that bare... everything. And your walk? I'd die watching it all night." His words fueled her, pussy clenching, wetness trickling down her thigh. 

Revelations deepened: He's breaking already—my tits, ass, bare pussy; this tease is working, pushing him to the edge.

She straightened, turning to the table for the whiskey bottle, bending slightly—ass jutting out, satin riding high to expose her bare cheeks fully, pussy peeking from between her thighs, glistening. 

"Another drink?" she asked, voice sultry, pouring slowly, breasts bouncing as she moved, nipples teasing the lace. From his couch view, it was pure feast—ass curved and bare, thighs parted, pussy shadowed but wet, breasts full in profile. Fuck, she's dripping, he thought, cock throbbing furiously, hands itching to grab.

She handed him the glass, sitting close, thighs brushing his, satin hem riding up to bare her thigh almost to her pussy, breasts pressing against his arm, nipples hard and grazing him through the fabric. 

"To... lingering traces," she toasted, voice naughty, indirect, clinking glasses, her eyes implying the seat, his taste. Her pussy throbbed, ass shifting against him—fuck, feel my heat, my wetness; break and take me.

They drank, the whiskey burning, her sipping slow, lips parting sensually around the glass rim, tongue flicking subtly. He watched, transfixed—lips full, breasts rising, thighs exposed. 

"You're killing me," he growled, hand brushing her thigh sensually, fingers trailing up but stopping short. "That satin on your skin—your tits look so full, ass teasing every shift."

She laughed low, standing again, walking to the balcony doors—hips swaying like a siren's call, ass bouncing under the short hem, satin lifting to flash her bare pussy briefly, thighs smooth and glistening faintly.

From the sofa, he died watching—ass curved hypnotically, thighs parting with each step, breasts jiggling, the babydoll a torment. She's pure sin, he thought, cock aching, following her like a moth.

She opened the doors, stepping onto the balcony, the night air cool against her bare skin, satin fluttering, hem lifting to expose her ass cheeks fully, pussy feeling the breeze, clit throbbing. 

"Join me for a smoke?" she invited, voice sultry, turning to lean on the railing—breasts thrusting forward, satin tight over nipples, ass arched back, thighs parted slightly, pussy shadowed but wet. 

The open air amplified it—wind teasing her bare skin, making her nipples harder, pussy dripping down her thigh. Fuck, out here, exposed, he'll snap, grab my ass, fuck me against this railing, she thought, mind voices naughty and desperate.

He followed, eyes devouring her walk from behind—ass bouncing, thighs flashing, satin whispering. Standing close on the balcony, the lake distant under stars, he lit a cigarette for her, his body inches away, cock hard against her hip. 

"This view... your ass arched like that, thighs bare—fuck, Nivi, you're temptation," he growled, hand brushing her lower back sensually, fingers dipping to trace her ass curve.

She inhaled deep, breasts rising, satin pulling tight, exhaling smoke slow, turning to him—lips close, eyes locked.

 "Temptation? Or invitation?" she teased, voice indirect, naughty, leaning in, her breast pressing his chest, nipple hard against him, ass shifting to brush his thigh. 

Her pussy dripped, clit aching—fuck, kiss me, take me; the tease is peaking.

The air thickened, his hand sliding to her hip, fingers gripping sensually, pulling her closer. 

"Both," he murmured, voice rough, leaning in—lips crashing to hers in a sensual first kiss, slow and deep, tongues tangling, his cock hard against her thigh. 

She shared the smoke through the kiss, exhaling into his mouth, the haze mixing with their heat, her breasts pressing his chest, ass grinding subtly. Fuck, yes—his lips, his taste, she thought, pussy gushing, revelations: This kiss is the break; he'll fuck me now.

The kiss deepened, his hands roaming—grabbing her ass, pulling her up, but then he broke it, eyes wild. With a growl, he hoisted her over his shoulder like property—ass up, satin riding to expose her bare cheeks and pussy, breasts bouncing against his back, thighs dbangd. "Enough teasing," he said, voice furious, carrying her inside, the room door ahead.

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