Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 39: Secluded Flames


The office day dragged with a mix of routine and simmering tension, Nivi's presence a constant magnet, her outfits teasing just enough to keep the air electric. Raghavan's absence was a persistent ache, his brief calls leaving her warm but unsatisfied, the uncertainty sharpening her edge. 

Mohan's drops had become a ritual, his car a quiet space of controlled flirtation—chats growing bolder, his glances hungry, her responses measured. But yesterday's stop—the anklet on her ankle, his kiss on her calf sending shivers, the deep lip lock pushing her against the car door—lingered in her mind like a spark. Fuck, that kiss was hot—his mouth claiming, but I stopped it, kept control, she thought as she worked, thighs brushing together. 

Mohan's bold, but Raghavan's my anchor... or is he? His freedom words echo—explore, be free. The thrill pulled her, her body warming at the memory of Mohan's lips, his hand on her waist.

After work, Mohan waited by his car, smile wide as she approached. "Ready for the ride, Nivi?" he asked, voice low, eyes tracing her hips, the anklet hidden in her bag, a secret tie.

She nodded, voice sultry, indirect. "Yeah—let's make it interesting." As they drove, the conversation flirty as always, she felt the pull—yesterday's heat unfinished. Fuck, take me there again—see what happens, she thought, her body heating, ass shifting on the seat. "Mohan... stop at the same place as yesterday," she said, voice soft but bold, eyes meeting his with a naughty glint.

He grinned, turning off the main road to the secluded spot—trees shading, city distant, only the car's lights casting a dim glow. "Your wish," he said, stopping the engine, stepping out, opening her door with a playful bow. Fuck, he's eager—knows what might happen, she thought, her body tingling as she got out, the air cool against her skin.

Outside, the tension crackled, and Nivi felt her fire surge—Raghavan's words echoing freedom, Mohan's eyes hungry. Fuck, I want this—his kiss, his touch, she thought, jumping on him suddenly, legs wrapping his waist, lips crashing to his in a deep, hungry kiss. 

He staggered back against the car door, pushing her against it with a groan, his hands on her ass, squeezing hard, tongues brushing wildly. Fuck, his mouth—hot, claiming, pushing me to the door, she thought, her breasts pressing his chest, ass grinding his hardness, thighs gripping tight. 

His touches were bold—hands sliding under her kurti, fingers tracing her waist, then higher, grazing her breasts, nipples hardening under his thumbs.

The kiss lasted, deep and intense, Mohan's cock hard against her core, grinding, his breath ragged. Fuck, he's losing it—cock throbbing, hands on my ass, tits, she thought, her body on fire, ass shifting to grind harder, the friction making him groan into her mouth. Suddenly, he tensed, body shuddering, a wet warmth spreading in his pants—cumming just from the kiss, her body pressed, his hands squeezing her ass in release.

She broke the kiss, breathy, eyes widening as she felt the wet patch against her thigh. 

"Mohan... did you just...?" she teased, voice sultry, naughty, a laugh bubbling, her body still warm from the heat.

He flushed, breathing heavy, but grinned. "Fuck, Nivi—you're too much. That kiss... your body against me.

" His voice was low, embarrassed but playful, eyes still hungry on her curves.

She slid down, voice teasing, indirect. "Came in your pants? From a kiss? Naughty boy—couldn't handle the heat." 

Her tone was fun, but naughty, pushing him with a wink, her body buzzing as they got back in the car. Fuck, I made him cum without touching—my power's wild, she thought, laughing as she teased him the whole drive. 

"Wet patch, Mohan? Hope it's dry by tomorrow—gang'll notice." He laughed, flushed, but the teasing lingered, serious under the fun: He's hooked, but I control it.

At her drop spot, she left, mind racing—fuck, that kiss, his cum from my body... hot, but Raghavan's words—free to explore. Home, she curled up, on her conflicted thrill, Mohan's claim growing, Raghavan's absence a wide door.


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