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After Aarav left, the house fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the distant hum of his car engine fading down the street. I stood in the living room for a moment, my heart still racing from the chaos, but curiosity gnawed at me like an itch I couldn't ignore.
What was happening between Jaya and Gaurav now? Would she throw him out in a fit of regret, or would the affair pull her back in? I had to know, so I tiptoed back toward the bedroom, my sneakers soft on the hardwood floor, careful not to make a sound that might alert them.
The door was still slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out, and I pressed myself against the wall, peering through the gap, my breath shallow to stay hidden.
The room looked even more disheveled up close, with the sheets twisted like ropes and clothes scattered like forgotten relics, the air still thick with that lingering body odor mixed with the faint burnt scent from the kitchen.
Inside, Jaya sat on the edge of the bed, her naked body hunched forward, shoulders shaking as she cried softly, tears streaming down her face in glistening trails.
![[Image: 29078287-102-d9a6.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/cHdy5SwY/29078287-102-d9a6.png)
Her hands covered her eyes, as if blocking out the reality of what had just happened, her full breasts heaving with each sob, the blanket she'd clutched earlier now dbangd loosely over her lap but doing little to hide her vulnerability.
Gaurav sat next to her, also naked, his muscular frame relaxed against the headboard, one arm dbangd casually around her shoulders in a gesture that looked almost tender, his fingers gently stroking her bare skin. He didn't seem fazed by the drama, his expression calm, almost satisfied, as he leaned in closer, his free hand resting on her thigh.
"There, there, Jaya, don't cry like that," Gaurav said softly, his voice smooth and reassuring, pulling her a bit closer. "Divorce is the best thing that could happen right now. Think about it—you're free from that boring life, from pretending to be the perfect wife. Congratulations, really, this is a new start for us."
Jaya sniffled, her voice breaking as she shook her head, tears dripping onto her chest. "No, Gaurav, how can you say that? I've ruined everything, my life is damaged beyond repair. What will people say when they find out? My reputation as a good wife, a devoted mother—it's all gone, shattered into pieces. I'm such a fool, a selfish idiot for letting this happen."
She condemned herself in various ways, her words tumbling out like a confession, calling herself a worthless cheater who had thrown away a stable home for fleeting pleasure, a woman who had let lust blind her to the consequences, destroying her family's happiness in the process.
She explained why through her sobs—it was because the guilt was crashing over her like a wave, the image of Aarav's tear-streaked face replaying in her mind, making her question every choice that led to this moment, the fear of judgment from friends, neighbors, and even Rahul twisting her insides.
Gaurav chuckled lightly, his hand moving up to wipe a tear from her cheek. "Come on, Jaya, you're being too hard on yourself. Your life isn't damaged—it's just evolving. And your reputation? Who cares what those gossips think? I'll be with you every step, protecting you, loving you the way he never could. We'll build something better, something exciting me and our son Rahul"
Dear Friends, I am really shocked! What did Gaurav mean when he said to Jaya about "our son"? Does it mean that Aarav is not the real father of Rahul? What? Are you kidding me?
So not only did Jaya cheat on Aarav, but she also lied to Aarav all those years that Rahul was his child? So the real father of Rahul is our college principal Gaurav? This is unbelievable!!
He spoke badly of Aarav then, his tone shifting to disdain. "That man was holding you back anyway, always away on trips, leaving you alone and unfulfilled. He's weak, boring, couldn't satisfy you if he tried. You deserve more than that pathetic excuse for a husband."
Jaya didn't defend Aarav, just nodded weakly through her tears, her voice small. "I know, but I'm still so sorry for him, Gaurav. He didn't deserve this, coming home to find us like that. He's a good man deep down, and I've hurt him so badly."
Gaurav tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. "Sorry? Why waste your tears on him? He never appreciated you, never made you feel alive like I do. Let him go cry somewhere else—focus on us now."
Jaya wiped her eyes, still crying. "But Aarav built this life with me, the house, the memories. I feel like a monster for doing this to him."
Gaurav's hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against her pussy, gently at first, tracing the folds with a teasing touch.
"Monster? No, you're a woman who knows what she wants. But think about it—you didn't even get off my cock when your husband was standing right at the door, watching us. You stayed right there, moaning, like you couldn't bear to stop."
Jaya gasped, her body tensing, but she didn't pull away immediately. "Gaurav, stop talking like that. My marriage is done, over because of this. Don't make me feel worse."
He didn't stop, his fingers rubbing her pussy more insistently now, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, dipping slightly inside her wetness, his touch firm yet teasing, making her hips twitch involuntarily. "Worse? I'm just reminding you of the truth. You chose pleasure over him in that moment—own it."
Jaya started moaning softly, her refusals mixed with the sounds, her body betraying her as her thighs parted slightly. "Ohh, Gaurav, no, I can't right now. I need to follow Aarav, apologize, try to make it right. Please stop rubbing my pussy"
Gaurav shook his head, his rubbing intensifying, his thumb pressing on her clit while his fingers slid in and out rhythmically. "Follow him? Don't be silly. He won't forgive you, not after seeing that. He's gone for good—let him go. Stay here with me."
Jaya moaned louder, her head falling back, but she protested weakly. "Ahaaaahhhh, but I have to try, oooh, he might listen if I explain."
Gaurav's other hand moved to hold her boobs, cupping one fully, his palm encompassing the soft flesh, squeezing gently at first then more firmly, his thumb flicking over her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it hardened.
He kneaded them with a possessive grip, alternating between light pinches and full massages, making her arch her back. "Listen to yourself moaning already. Aarav was never man enough for you—always too tired, too busy, too vanilla. He couldn't make you scream like I do. Forget him; he's a loser who didn't know how to keep his wife satisfied. Why cling to that when you have me?"
He continued to rub her pussy, his fingers now slick with her arousal, sliding deeper, curling inside to hit that sensitive spot, his pace quickening as her breaths came faster. Jaya was overwhelmed, her body trembling, torn between the guilt flooding her mind and the pleasure coursing through her veins, her moans growing involuntary, her hips bucking against his hand despite her words.
"Gaurav, ahh, it's too much, I can't think straight," she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets.
With a sudden move, Gaurav pushed her back onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the mattress, her legs splaying open. Jaya looked up at him, not sure, her eyes wide with confusion. "Gaurav, wait, I'm not ready for this right now, my mind is a mess."
He didn't listen, turning her over with strong hands, positioning her into doggystyle, her knees sinking into the bed, her ass raised high, cheeks parting slightly. "I didn't fuck your asshole today, Jaya. Let's fix that—it's my favorite hole of you."
Jaya cursed at him, her voice laced with frustration but also desire, not caring about her marriage anymore in that heated moment. "You bastard, Gaurav, you're such a dirty fucker, always wanting my ass like a pervert."
Gaurav laughed, starting to blame her for her slutiness, not himself. "Me? You're the one who spreads her legs for me every chance you got, begging for it like a whore in heat. This is all on you, Jaya—your slutty ways got us here."
Jaya started crying again, knowing it was the truth, her tears mixing with moans as the reality hit her. "You're right, I'm a slut, a disgusting whore who couldn't keep her legs closed. I've destroyed everything because of this."
Gaurav blamed her more, calling her whore in creative ways, his voice dripping with mock pity. "That's right, you're a cock-hungry whore, a homewrecking bitch who throws away her family for a good fuck. Look at you, ass up, ready for more even after your husband walked out."
He spit on her asshole, the warm saliva landing directly on the tight ring, dribbling down slowly, making it glisten under the room's light. Jaya put her right hand on her asshole, covering it protectively, her fingers pressing against the slick spot. "Gaurav, no, not now, it's too soon."
Gaurav became cruel, pushing her hand away roughly, his palm slapping her ass cheek with a sharp smack that left a red mark. "Move it, whore. You don't get to say no after all this."
"I'm happy I ended your marriage, Jaya," he said, his tone gleeful. "Now you're all mine, no more sharing with that idiot."
Jaya sobbed. "How can you be happy? It's cruel, Gaurav, my life is over because of you."
"Your life is better now," Gaurav replied, positioning his dick at her asshole, the head pressing against the spit-slick entrance.
With a forceful push, he thrust inside her asshole, the tight ring stretching around him, her body jolting forward. He put his left hand on her head, pushing it down into the pillow, muffling her cries, his fingers tangled in her hair.
"Take it, you tight-assed slut," he growled, saying bad things to her and her asshole. "Your hole is so greedy, swallowing my dick like it was made for this. You're a dirty anal whore, aren't you?"
He started pushing so deep, his hips slamming against her ass, the room filling with the slap of skin, her cheeks jiggling with each thrust.
Dear friends this was so good to me, watching from the door, my breath fogging the crack as I peered in.
I love to see women being treated like sluts, the way their bodies submit even when their minds resist, the power dynamic turning them into objects of desire and degradation, their moans a symphony of surrender that makes my pulse race with forbidden excitement.
I started recording it so that I can show Rahul, removing my phone from my pocket quietly, holding it steady through the door gap, the screen capturing every thrust, every moan.
Gaurav started fucking her asshole harder, his pace relentless, grunting with effort. I wondered why Jaya was moaning like she was encouraging him, her voice rising in pleasure despite the tears, "Ohh yes, deeper, fuck my ass," as if the pain and guilt were fueling her arousal.
In long detail, the incident seconds ago of her husband just vanished in her mind, the betrayal, the tears, the slamming door—all erased by the overwhelming sensation of Gaurav's dick filling her, the physical pleasure overriding the emotional turmoil, her body taking control, chasing the high that made everything else fade into a hazy background, the guilt momentarily buried under waves of ecstasy.
"Say bad things about Aarav, Jaya, tell me how worthless he is," Gaurav forced her, his hand pressing her head harder.
"Aarav is a pathetic loser, couldn't fuck me right," Jaya moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"And your asshole? Say what a dirty hole it is," Gaurav demanded.
"My asshole is a filthy, stretched-out slut hole, made for your dick," Jaya replied, her words shocking me, the vulgarity pouring out like she was possessed.
He told her to say other really bad things, which I was shocked by, things like how she'd piss on Aarav's grave if he died, how Rahul would be better off without him.
Jaya replied back to him, "I'd laugh if Aarav died tomorrow, he's a useless prick, Rahul doesn't need that weak father."
Then he demanded, "Give me my trousers next to you, Jaya."
I wondered why, my mind racing—what was in there that he needed now?
Jaya reached out, her arm stretching across the bed, handing him the trousers, still getting fucked, her big ass shaking with each impact, the flesh rippling like waves on water, quivering from the force.
He removed a ring from his pocket, an expensive one, gold with a large diamond sparkling under the lamp light, intricate engravings on the band.
"Remove your ring, Jaya," he demanded, his thrusts slowing slightly.
Jaya, still moaning, asked why, her voice curious amid the pleasure. "Why, Gaurav? What are you doing?"
"Because you're mine now, whore. Take off that old trash," he talked to her badly.
She removed it, sliding the wedding band off her finger, letting it drop to the floor with a soft clink.
"Turn your head, face behind," he told her, twisting her body slightly.
She did, moaning, "Ahh, what is that?"
He showed her the ring in the box as he smiled, the velvet case open in his palm.
She continued moaning, asking him, "Gaurav, oooh, what is that for?"
"It's for you, slut. A new start," he talked to her badly then told her.
Jaya responded, "You mean... oh god, really?"
Gaurav leaned forward, his dick still buried deep in her asshole, guiding the ring onto her finger with careful precision, the metal cool against her skin.
"Will you marry me, Jaya?" he asked, his voice mock-sweet amid the thrusts.
Jaya started crying emotional tears because of love, her eyes welling up with a mix of joy and confusion. "Oh Gaurav, yes, but what about Aarav? It's not good what I did to him, betraying him like this."
"Forget that fool, he's a spineless wimp who never deserved you. Marry me instead," Gaurav spoke bad of Aarav and asked her again.
Jaya gave excuses, "But we have history I can't just erase it."
"You can, and you will. Say yes," Gaurav pressed.
More back and forth, Jaya hesitating, "It's too soon, what will people think?"
"Who cares? Be mine," he insisted.
Finally, she accepted, "Yes, Gaurav, I'll marry you."
They kissed, his body leaning over hers, lips meeting in a deep, passionate lock, his dick still in her asshole in doggy style, the position awkward but intense.
Dear friends, this was the most erotic marriage proposal ever I have seen, emphasizing why—the raw mix of domination and romance, the proposal happening mid-fuck, her ass impaled as he slid the ring on, turning a moment of betrayal into one of commitment, the vulgarity blending with tenderness in a way that was both shocking and captivating.
After the kiss, he continued fucking her asshole, making him say bad things, "Take this dick, you ring-wearing whore, your new life starts with my cum in your ass."
Jaya said harsh things about Aarav, speaking like a slut, "Aarav's a tiny-dicked failure, I hate him, fuck me harder, make me your wife-slut."
She was such a slut, not caring about her husband anymore, her moans filling the room, body surrendering completely, the guilt evaporated, replaced by lustful abandon, her words dripping with disdain for the man she'd just lost
What was happening between Jaya and Gaurav now? Would she throw him out in a fit of regret, or would the affair pull her back in? I had to know, so I tiptoed back toward the bedroom, my sneakers soft on the hardwood floor, careful not to make a sound that might alert them.
The door was still slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling out, and I pressed myself against the wall, peering through the gap, my breath shallow to stay hidden.
The room looked even more disheveled up close, with the sheets twisted like ropes and clothes scattered like forgotten relics, the air still thick with that lingering body odor mixed with the faint burnt scent from the kitchen.
Inside, Jaya sat on the edge of the bed, her naked body hunched forward, shoulders shaking as she cried softly, tears streaming down her face in glistening trails.
![[Image: 29078287-102-d9a6.png]](https://i.postimg.cc/cHdy5SwY/29078287-102-d9a6.png)
Her hands covered her eyes, as if blocking out the reality of what had just happened, her full breasts heaving with each sob, the blanket she'd clutched earlier now dbangd loosely over her lap but doing little to hide her vulnerability.
Gaurav sat next to her, also naked, his muscular frame relaxed against the headboard, one arm dbangd casually around her shoulders in a gesture that looked almost tender, his fingers gently stroking her bare skin. He didn't seem fazed by the drama, his expression calm, almost satisfied, as he leaned in closer, his free hand resting on her thigh.
"There, there, Jaya, don't cry like that," Gaurav said softly, his voice smooth and reassuring, pulling her a bit closer. "Divorce is the best thing that could happen right now. Think about it—you're free from that boring life, from pretending to be the perfect wife. Congratulations, really, this is a new start for us."
Jaya sniffled, her voice breaking as she shook her head, tears dripping onto her chest. "No, Gaurav, how can you say that? I've ruined everything, my life is damaged beyond repair. What will people say when they find out? My reputation as a good wife, a devoted mother—it's all gone, shattered into pieces. I'm such a fool, a selfish idiot for letting this happen."
She condemned herself in various ways, her words tumbling out like a confession, calling herself a worthless cheater who had thrown away a stable home for fleeting pleasure, a woman who had let lust blind her to the consequences, destroying her family's happiness in the process.
She explained why through her sobs—it was because the guilt was crashing over her like a wave, the image of Aarav's tear-streaked face replaying in her mind, making her question every choice that led to this moment, the fear of judgment from friends, neighbors, and even Rahul twisting her insides.
Gaurav chuckled lightly, his hand moving up to wipe a tear from her cheek. "Come on, Jaya, you're being too hard on yourself. Your life isn't damaged—it's just evolving. And your reputation? Who cares what those gossips think? I'll be with you every step, protecting you, loving you the way he never could. We'll build something better, something exciting me and our son Rahul"
Dear Friends, I am really shocked! What did Gaurav mean when he said to Jaya about "our son"? Does it mean that Aarav is not the real father of Rahul? What? Are you kidding me?
So not only did Jaya cheat on Aarav, but she also lied to Aarav all those years that Rahul was his child? So the real father of Rahul is our college principal Gaurav? This is unbelievable!!
He spoke badly of Aarav then, his tone shifting to disdain. "That man was holding you back anyway, always away on trips, leaving you alone and unfulfilled. He's weak, boring, couldn't satisfy you if he tried. You deserve more than that pathetic excuse for a husband."
Jaya didn't defend Aarav, just nodded weakly through her tears, her voice small. "I know, but I'm still so sorry for him, Gaurav. He didn't deserve this, coming home to find us like that. He's a good man deep down, and I've hurt him so badly."
Gaurav tilted her chin up to meet his eyes. "Sorry? Why waste your tears on him? He never appreciated you, never made you feel alive like I do. Let him go cry somewhere else—focus on us now."
Jaya wiped her eyes, still crying. "But Aarav built this life with me, the house, the memories. I feel like a monster for doing this to him."
Gaurav's hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against her pussy, gently at first, tracing the folds with a teasing touch.
"Monster? No, you're a woman who knows what she wants. But think about it—you didn't even get off my cock when your husband was standing right at the door, watching us. You stayed right there, moaning, like you couldn't bear to stop."
Jaya gasped, her body tensing, but she didn't pull away immediately. "Gaurav, stop talking like that. My marriage is done, over because of this. Don't make me feel worse."
He didn't stop, his fingers rubbing her pussy more insistently now, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes, dipping slightly inside her wetness, his touch firm yet teasing, making her hips twitch involuntarily. "Worse? I'm just reminding you of the truth. You chose pleasure over him in that moment—own it."
Jaya started moaning softly, her refusals mixed with the sounds, her body betraying her as her thighs parted slightly. "Ohh, Gaurav, no, I can't right now. I need to follow Aarav, apologize, try to make it right. Please stop rubbing my pussy"
Gaurav shook his head, his rubbing intensifying, his thumb pressing on her clit while his fingers slid in and out rhythmically. "Follow him? Don't be silly. He won't forgive you, not after seeing that. He's gone for good—let him go. Stay here with me."
Jaya moaned louder, her head falling back, but she protested weakly. "Ahaaaahhhh, but I have to try, oooh, he might listen if I explain."
Gaurav's other hand moved to hold her boobs, cupping one fully, his palm encompassing the soft flesh, squeezing gently at first then more firmly, his thumb flicking over her nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it hardened.
He kneaded them with a possessive grip, alternating between light pinches and full massages, making her arch her back. "Listen to yourself moaning already. Aarav was never man enough for you—always too tired, too busy, too vanilla. He couldn't make you scream like I do. Forget him; he's a loser who didn't know how to keep his wife satisfied. Why cling to that when you have me?"
He continued to rub her pussy, his fingers now slick with her arousal, sliding deeper, curling inside to hit that sensitive spot, his pace quickening as her breaths came faster. Jaya was overwhelmed, her body trembling, torn between the guilt flooding her mind and the pleasure coursing through her veins, her moans growing involuntary, her hips bucking against his hand despite her words.
"Gaurav, ahh, it's too much, I can't think straight," she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets.
With a sudden move, Gaurav pushed her back onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly on the mattress, her legs splaying open. Jaya looked up at him, not sure, her eyes wide with confusion. "Gaurav, wait, I'm not ready for this right now, my mind is a mess."
He didn't listen, turning her over with strong hands, positioning her into doggystyle, her knees sinking into the bed, her ass raised high, cheeks parting slightly. "I didn't fuck your asshole today, Jaya. Let's fix that—it's my favorite hole of you."
Jaya cursed at him, her voice laced with frustration but also desire, not caring about her marriage anymore in that heated moment. "You bastard, Gaurav, you're such a dirty fucker, always wanting my ass like a pervert."
Gaurav laughed, starting to blame her for her slutiness, not himself. "Me? You're the one who spreads her legs for me every chance you got, begging for it like a whore in heat. This is all on you, Jaya—your slutty ways got us here."
Jaya started crying again, knowing it was the truth, her tears mixing with moans as the reality hit her. "You're right, I'm a slut, a disgusting whore who couldn't keep her legs closed. I've destroyed everything because of this."
Gaurav blamed her more, calling her whore in creative ways, his voice dripping with mock pity. "That's right, you're a cock-hungry whore, a homewrecking bitch who throws away her family for a good fuck. Look at you, ass up, ready for more even after your husband walked out."
He spit on her asshole, the warm saliva landing directly on the tight ring, dribbling down slowly, making it glisten under the room's light. Jaya put her right hand on her asshole, covering it protectively, her fingers pressing against the slick spot. "Gaurav, no, not now, it's too soon."
Gaurav became cruel, pushing her hand away roughly, his palm slapping her ass cheek with a sharp smack that left a red mark. "Move it, whore. You don't get to say no after all this."
"I'm happy I ended your marriage, Jaya," he said, his tone gleeful. "Now you're all mine, no more sharing with that idiot."
Jaya sobbed. "How can you be happy? It's cruel, Gaurav, my life is over because of you."
"Your life is better now," Gaurav replied, positioning his dick at her asshole, the head pressing against the spit-slick entrance.
With a forceful push, he thrust inside her asshole, the tight ring stretching around him, her body jolting forward. He put his left hand on her head, pushing it down into the pillow, muffling her cries, his fingers tangled in her hair.
"Take it, you tight-assed slut," he growled, saying bad things to her and her asshole. "Your hole is so greedy, swallowing my dick like it was made for this. You're a dirty anal whore, aren't you?"
He started pushing so deep, his hips slamming against her ass, the room filling with the slap of skin, her cheeks jiggling with each thrust.
Dear friends this was so good to me, watching from the door, my breath fogging the crack as I peered in.
I love to see women being treated like sluts, the way their bodies submit even when their minds resist, the power dynamic turning them into objects of desire and degradation, their moans a symphony of surrender that makes my pulse race with forbidden excitement.
I started recording it so that I can show Rahul, removing my phone from my pocket quietly, holding it steady through the door gap, the screen capturing every thrust, every moan.
Gaurav started fucking her asshole harder, his pace relentless, grunting with effort. I wondered why Jaya was moaning like she was encouraging him, her voice rising in pleasure despite the tears, "Ohh yes, deeper, fuck my ass," as if the pain and guilt were fueling her arousal.
In long detail, the incident seconds ago of her husband just vanished in her mind, the betrayal, the tears, the slamming door—all erased by the overwhelming sensation of Gaurav's dick filling her, the physical pleasure overriding the emotional turmoil, her body taking control, chasing the high that made everything else fade into a hazy background, the guilt momentarily buried under waves of ecstasy.
"Say bad things about Aarav, Jaya, tell me how worthless he is," Gaurav forced her, his hand pressing her head harder.
"Aarav is a pathetic loser, couldn't fuck me right," Jaya moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.
"And your asshole? Say what a dirty hole it is," Gaurav demanded.
"My asshole is a filthy, stretched-out slut hole, made for your dick," Jaya replied, her words shocking me, the vulgarity pouring out like she was possessed.
He told her to say other really bad things, which I was shocked by, things like how she'd piss on Aarav's grave if he died, how Rahul would be better off without him.
Jaya replied back to him, "I'd laugh if Aarav died tomorrow, he's a useless prick, Rahul doesn't need that weak father."
Then he demanded, "Give me my trousers next to you, Jaya."
I wondered why, my mind racing—what was in there that he needed now?
Jaya reached out, her arm stretching across the bed, handing him the trousers, still getting fucked, her big ass shaking with each impact, the flesh rippling like waves on water, quivering from the force.
He removed a ring from his pocket, an expensive one, gold with a large diamond sparkling under the lamp light, intricate engravings on the band.
"Remove your ring, Jaya," he demanded, his thrusts slowing slightly.
Jaya, still moaning, asked why, her voice curious amid the pleasure. "Why, Gaurav? What are you doing?"
"Because you're mine now, whore. Take off that old trash," he talked to her badly.
She removed it, sliding the wedding band off her finger, letting it drop to the floor with a soft clink.
"Turn your head, face behind," he told her, twisting her body slightly.
She did, moaning, "Ahh, what is that?"
He showed her the ring in the box as he smiled, the velvet case open in his palm.
She continued moaning, asking him, "Gaurav, oooh, what is that for?"
"It's for you, slut. A new start," he talked to her badly then told her.
Jaya responded, "You mean... oh god, really?"
Gaurav leaned forward, his dick still buried deep in her asshole, guiding the ring onto her finger with careful precision, the metal cool against her skin.
"Will you marry me, Jaya?" he asked, his voice mock-sweet amid the thrusts.
Jaya started crying emotional tears because of love, her eyes welling up with a mix of joy and confusion. "Oh Gaurav, yes, but what about Aarav? It's not good what I did to him, betraying him like this."
"Forget that fool, he's a spineless wimp who never deserved you. Marry me instead," Gaurav spoke bad of Aarav and asked her again.
Jaya gave excuses, "But we have history I can't just erase it."
"You can, and you will. Say yes," Gaurav pressed.
More back and forth, Jaya hesitating, "It's too soon, what will people think?"
"Who cares? Be mine," he insisted.
Finally, she accepted, "Yes, Gaurav, I'll marry you."
They kissed, his body leaning over hers, lips meeting in a deep, passionate lock, his dick still in her asshole in doggy style, the position awkward but intense.
Dear friends, this was the most erotic marriage proposal ever I have seen, emphasizing why—the raw mix of domination and romance, the proposal happening mid-fuck, her ass impaled as he slid the ring on, turning a moment of betrayal into one of commitment, the vulgarity blending with tenderness in a way that was both shocking and captivating.
After the kiss, he continued fucking her asshole, making him say bad things, "Take this dick, you ring-wearing whore, your new life starts with my cum in your ass."
Jaya said harsh things about Aarav, speaking like a slut, "Aarav's a tiny-dicked failure, I hate him, fuck me harder, make me your wife-slut."
She was such a slut, not caring about her husband anymore, her moans filling the room, body surrendering completely, the guilt evaporated, replaced by lustful abandon, her words dripping with disdain for the man she'd just lost
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