Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 46: Weekend Longing 


The days leading to Friday dragged with a restless hum, Nivi’s presence a steady flame in the office, her clarity from recent nights—her fire hers to wield, making others fall without losing herself—guiding her every move. 

Raghavan’s call about the weekend echoed in her mind, his low voice promising more than work, his possessive claim on her a spark that kept her longing. Fuck, he’s coming back—needs me, wants me, my body’s his, she thought during tasks, fingers pausing over her keyboard, thighs brushing together with a quiet thrill. 

Mohan’s longing glances were kept at bay with firm commands, the gang’s banter a playful hum she controlled, but her fire was fixed on Raghavan’s return. These days feel endless—my pussy’s waiting, my fire’s his, she thought, her mind sharp with anticipation, her power a steady glow: Lead, don’t fall; Raghavan’s the one who claims me.

At the office, she kept Mohan in check, her commands subtle but firm. During a quiet moment by the files, he leaned close, voice low.

 “Nivi, you’re glowing—still thinking about our... games?” His eyes flicked to her lips, a naughty glint, hinting at their past bets.

She stepped back, voice firm but sultry. 

“No games, Mohan—stay back, just watch.” 

Her tone was commanding, eyes locking on his with a teasing edge. Fuck, he’s still hungry—craving my fire, but I’m keeping him teased, she thought, her body steady, no wild heat.

 “Long for it—that’s your place now.” Mohan nodded, eyes wide, a submissive spark—fuck, he’s burning, obeying my rule, she thought, leaving him with a wink, her power pulsing quietly.

The gang’s banter stayed lively, Ashwin probing at lunch. 

“Nivi, you’re too calm—what’s got you so... focused?” His voice was playful, eyes tracing her lips, sensing her shift.
She laughed, voice sultry, indirect. 

“Focused? Just pacing myself, Ashwin—don’t want you boys burning out.” Her tone teased, leaning forward slightly, her kurti hinting at her curves. 

Fuck, they feel my glow—steady, not wild, she thought, her clarity guiding: Make them crave, stay queen. Dinesh chimed in, “Pacing? You’re trouble—got us all curious.” His eyes lingered, the group buzzing, but Ashok’s cuck stare burned silently, still fueled by his hidden watch. Fuck, Ashok’s hooked—burning for my power, she thought, her body tingling with control, keeping it light but commanding.

Saritha nudged her, voice warm. “Curious? Girl, you’re running the show—careful, or they’ll all be on their knees.” Her tone was playful, but the truth landed, Lakshmi nodding. Fuck, they see my fire—steady, ruling, she thought, her power a quiet hum, her clarity sharp: Lead, don’t fall.

Friday evening arrived, the sun dipping low over Coimbatore as Nivi hurried home, heart racing with anticipation. The kids were settled with her mother-in-law, who had agreed without question after Nivi’s vague hint: “Amma, work needs me away this weekend—important trip.” 

Her mother-in-law’s knowing smile—“Go, dear, shine; I’ll take care of everything”—carried an unspoken understanding. Fuck, she knows—Raghavan’s pull, my fire needing him, she thought, her body buzzing as she entered her room, locking the door to prepare.

She started with shaving, the razor gliding smooth over her legs, thighs, then her pussy—bare, pink, ready for him. Fuck, clean for Raghavan—his tongue, his cock, claiming me, she thought, the blade’s edge a tease, her body tingling with each stroke, her fire flickering but controlled. 

Then, she opened her wardrobe, pulling out the sexy kurtis from Raghavan’s shopping spree—sheer fabrics, low necks teasing cleavage, short hems flashing thighs. She packed two extras, bold and daring, along with lacy backup panties, thin and provocative.

 Fuck, these are his—gifts to make me his queen, his slut, she thought, choosing a deep blue chiffon kurti, its fit clinging to her breasts, low neck hinting at her curves, paired with tight leggings that hugged her hips, her ass swaying as she checked the mirror. Ready—bold, his, but still me.

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Raghavan’s car pulled up as the sky darkened, his silhouette sharp in the driver’s seat, his smile wide as Nivi slid in, her bag tucked beside her, the chiffon kurti catching the dim light, her curves outlined. 

“Nivi, fuck—you look like trouble,” he said, voice low, sultry, eyes tracing her from her lips to her thighs, hand brushing her knee as he started the engine. “Ready for the weekend, my queen?”


She laughed, voice sultry, teasing. 

“Trouble? Raghavan, I’ve been waiting—days crawled without you.” Her tone was naughty, leaning closer, her breast brushing his arm subtly, a controlled spark. Fuck, he’s here—his eyes, his touch, my body’s alive for him, she thought, her fire flickering, thighs pressing together to keep it steady. 

“You better make it worth the wait,” she purred, eyes glinting, her hand resting on his thigh, teasing close but not too far.

He grinned, voice dropping, thick with lust. 

“Worth it? Oh, Nivi—gonna make you burn, my naughty girl. Missed these curves, that fire—ready to be mine?” 

His words were dirty, teasing, his hand squeezing her thigh, fingers tracing higher, stopping just short of her core, the car crossing her neighborhood, safety fading behind them. 

Fuck, his talk—filthy, claiming, making me crave, she thought, her body buzzing, her clarity holding: He’s my anchor, my fire’s his, but I’m still queen.

Once the neighborhood vanished, Nivi leaned in, heart pounding, initiating a wild kiss—lips crashing, tongues tangling deep, her hands pulling his hair, breasts pressing his chest, ass lifting to grind subtly against his side.

 “Fuck, Raghavan—missed this, your mouth, your claim,” she gasped between kisses, voice breathy, naughty, her body on fire, thighs parting as his hand slid to her waist, squeezing hard. 

His lips were hungry, nipping her lower lip, tongue plunging, a groan escaping as he pressed her against the seat.

“Goddamn, Nivi—your lips, so fucking hot, pussy waiting for me?” he growled, voice rough, hand sliding to her ass, squeezing through the leggings, fingers grazing her core, sending a spark through her. 

Fuck, his touch—owning, wrecking me already, she thought, moaning into his mouth, her hands roaming his chest, nails grazing, her fire surging but controlled. 

“Waiting? It’s yours—wreck it, daddy,” she purred, voice sultry, tongues tangling again, the kiss intense, his cock hardening against her thigh through his pants.

The kiss broke as he drove, but the heat lingered, conversations turning steamy. 

“Tell me, Nivi—what you did while I was gone. Mohan’s mouth games? Made him beg?” His voice was teasing, dirty, hand on her thigh, squeezing, eyes flicking to her lips. Fuck, he wants the dirt—loves my fire, my control, she thought, her body heating, a naughty thrill surging. 

“Mohan? Teased him, broke him—7 minutes, my mouth owned him,” she confessed, voice sultry, indirect, her hand brushing his, implying her power without details.

He laughed, voice rough, lust-filled. “Fuck, my queen—sucking him dry, ruling his cock. Dirty girl, but you kept that pussy mine, right?” His words were possessive, naughty, fingers tracing her inner thigh, teasing closer to her core. 

“Promise kept—pussy’s yours, daddy,” 

she purred, voice teasing, leaning in for another kiss at a stoplight, lips soft but hungry, a quick spark before he pulled back. Fuck, his claim—hot, owning, but freeing, she thought, her body buzzing, her clarity steady: My fire’s his, but I’m still in control.

The conversation wove through lust and anticipation. 

“Weekend’s mine, Nivi—gonna make you scream, wreck that pussy,” he growled, hand squeezing her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the chiffon, sending a jolt through her. Fuck, his promise—his cock, his mouth, claiming me, she thought, moaning softly. 

“Scream? I’ll make you work for it, daddy,” she teased, voice breathy, naughty, her hand sliding higher on his thigh, teasing close to his cock, keeping it playful but bold.

He veered off the main road, the car heading to a surprise location, silence falling as the city lights faded, only their heavy breaths filling the air. 

Fuck, a surprise—where’s he taking me? His claim, his fire, my body’s ready, she thought, her heart racing, the weekend’s promise looming, her fire a steady glow, controlled but alive. 

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