Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife (03 Oct 2025 - Chapter 100)
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Chapter 49: First Ruin - Part 1: 


Nivi's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, her pulse racing like a wild drum in her ears, the red silk saree feeling like a second skin against her heated body. 

The low-cut blouse pushed her 34C breasts up enticingly, the fabric so thin that her hardened nipples poked through visibly, begging for attention without a bra to restrain them. The petticoat sat low on her 28-inch waist, the saree dbangd in sensual pleats that teased her 38-inch ass and thunder thighs with every subtle shift, no panties to catch the wetness already leaking from her shaved pussy. 

The gold anklet—Mohan's gift, but tonight it felt like a symbol of her submission to Raghavan—tinkled softly as she took a deep breath. 

Fuck, this is the moment I've craved, his massive cock finally stretching me, ruining my pussy the way he's teased for so long; but it's deeper than that, this connection we have, his eyes seeing right through to my fire, making me feel truly alive and wanted for the first time in years, she thought, her mind flooding with revelations. Anand had fucked her mechanically, quick and emotionless, leaving her empty; Mohan's bets and touches were thrilling but superficial, like scratching an itch without satisfying the hunger. 

Raghavan, though—he understood her evolution, encouraged her slutty side while holding her close, turning her from a neglected wife into a queen who owned her desires.

She turned the knob and stepped into the main room, her hips swaying naturally with each step, the saree swishing against her skin, her ass bouncing just enough to make the silk whisper promises. 

The ambiance wrapped around her like a lover's embrace—dozens of candles flickering in holders on every surface, their warm golden light dancing across the wooden walls and casting intimate shadows; rose petals scattered generously over the king-sized bed's dark satin sheets, their scent mixing with the faint jasmine from earlier; soft, sensual music playing low from hidden speakers, the rhythmic beats echoing her throbbing clit; and on the nightstand, a bottle of scented massage oil gleamed, hinting at slippery, erotic explorations to come. 

Raghavan was perched on the edge of the bed, his silk robe tied loosely at the waist, the deep V revealing his toned chest and a trail of hair leading down to where his massive cock lay semi-hard against his thigh, already twitching at the sight of her. 

His eyes raked over her form hungrily, dark and intense, locking onto her swaying hips, then up to her heaving breasts, finally meeting her gaze with a mix of raw lust and something deeper, more tender.

"Nivi... fuck, you look like a goddess made for sin in that saree—the red silk clinging to every curve, those tits pushed up like an offering, nipples hard and poking through as if they're already aching for my mouth," he said.

his voice a low, rough growl that sent shivers down her spine, standing slowly from the bed, his robe parting slightly to show more of his hardening cock, the thick veins pulsing visibly, pre-cum starting to bead at the head as he closed the distance between them. 

She's breathtaking—curves on full display, that anklet adding a naughty touch; I can smell her arousal already, her pussy wet from the anticipation, but I'll build it slow, connect through every touch, make her feel the passion she's never had, he thought, revelations stirring in him too: Her adventures with Mohan showed her strength, her fire, but she's chosen me to surrender to, this bond we share going beyond the physical, healing the loneliness in both of us.

She halted in the center of the room, letting him circle her once, his presence like a magnetic force, her body responding with a fresh gush of wetness trickling down her inner thigh.

 "Daddy... I put it on just for you—this saree feels so lustful against my skin, hugging my tits and ass, making me feel exposed and ready; do you see how wet it's making me already, thinking of your hands on me?" she replied, her voice sultry and breathy, but laced with genuine vulnerability, reaching out to trace the edge of his robe with trembling fingers, brushing his warm skin, feeling the heat radiating from his body. 

His gaze—it's not just lust, it's like he's seeing all of me, the woman behind the teases; this foreplay starting with words, building that deep pull between us, she thought, her clit pulsing harder as he stepped closer, his hands finally landing on her waist, pulling her flush against him, his hard cock pressing into her belly through the thin silk, hot and insistent, making her gasp softly.

Raghavan didn't dive in aggressively; instead, he started with a slow, passionate kiss, his lips brushing hers softly at first, tasting the boldness of her red lipstick, his tongue slipping out to trace her lower lip before delving in, tangling with hers in a rhythmic dance that mirrored the music's beat. 

"I see it, slut—your body's screaming for me, that saree teasing what's mine; but let's take it slow, let me feel every inch of you, connect like we have in our talks, make this passion real," 

he murmured against her mouth, his hands sliding up her sides deliberately, thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts, circling the swells but avoiding her nipples for now, building the ache. 

One hand dipped lower, cupping her ass cheek firmly, squeezing the flesh, fingers kneading as he pulled her tighter, his cock grinding subtly against her. 

Her lips—soft, eager; I can feel her trembling, that mix of nerves and fire; foreplay to bond us, whispers and touches to make her open up more, he thought, his free hand threading into her hair, tilting her head for a deeper kiss, tongue exploring her mouth with dirty intent, fucking it slowly as a preview of what was to come.

Nivi moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating between them, her hands roaming his chest, nails raking lightly over his skin through the robe's opening, feeling his muscles tense under her touch. 

"Mmm... daddy, your kiss—it's so passionate, making me melt; touch my tits, feel how hard my nipples are for you, connect with me like this," she whispered back, her voice breaking slightly with need, arching her back to press her breasts against him, the silk rubbing her sensitive peaks, sending jolts straight to her clit. 

Fuck, this slow start—his tongue owning my mouth, hands teasing without rushing; it's erotic, building that deep emotional pull, making me feel cherished in the dirtiness, she thought, her pussy clenching empty, leaking more, one hand slipping lower to brush the base of his cock, stroking lightly through the robe, feeling it twitch and harden further, pre-cum slicking her fingers as she explored.

He broke the kiss with a low groan, his breath hot on her neck as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone, sucking gently to leave a faint mark, his hands finally cupping her breasts fully, thumbs flicking over the nipples through the blouse, pinching them lightly at first, then harder, rolling them between fingers as she gasped louder. 

"Confess to me, Nivi—while I tease these perfect tits; tell me how Mohan's mouth on you felt, but know mine's the one that'll make you beg tonight, connect us deeper," he said, his voice raw and probing, eyes lifting to meet hers, the dirty question laced with genuine curiosity, wanting to hear her truths to strengthen their bond. His fingers continued their assault on her nipples, twisting gently, pulling, the blouse fabric adding friction that made her squirm.

"Mohan's sucks were quick, hungry but shallow—made me wet, but no fire like this; your touches, daddy... they're passionate, seeing me, making me ache for more," she confessed breathlessly, her hands clutching his shoulders, nails digging in as waves of pleasure shot from her nipples to her core, her pussy throbbing, wetness now soaking the petticoat. Sharing this while he plays with my tits—it's intimate, erotic, deepening our connection; his eyes hold no judgment, just desire, she thought, moaning softly, 

"Ahh... harder, daddy—pinch them, make me feel that passion."
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