Adultery Nivetha (Nivi) - Power and Submissions of working wife

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Chapter 109:

The moonlight spilled into the backseat of Mohan's Maruti, a soft glow wrapping around Nivi's trembling body, her breath slowing as the waves of her orgasm faded. Her pussy still tingled, slick from Mohan's tongue, the leather seat cool against her bare skin. Her bra straps hung loose, cups pulled down, her breasts exposed, nipples hard in the night air.

The car was a cocoon, the distant hum of Coimbatore's streets—vendors closing up, a scooter's faint buzz—barely audible.

Nivi's mind cleared, the past days' relentless horniness finally eased, her body sated but alive. She felt a spark of control return, her confidence surging as she leaned back, her eyes locking with Mohan's, his lips glistening, his gaze hungry yet awed.

He moved up, his hands framing her face, and kissed her again, his lips soft but urgent, tasting of her own sweetness. Nivi melted into it, her tongue meeting his, her hands resting on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race. He pulled back slightly, his voice low and rough.

“Nivi, your pussy… it's fucking perfect. So wet, so tight, so sweet.” His eyes burned into hers, his thumbs brushing her cheeks.

“Never tasted anything like it—made for this.”

Her chest swelled with pride, his words hitting deep, her body humming with renewed power.

“You're not so bad yourself,” she murmured, her voice sultry, a smile tugging her lips. Her control felt solid now, her desire still there but guided, her mind sharp despite the heat.

Mohan grinned, his hands sliding to her shoulders, his eyes flicking to her exposed breasts.

“You've got me all worked up,” he said, his voice thick with want.

“How about a return favor? Been dreaming of that mouth of yours again.” His tone was pleading, his bulge straining against his pants, his desperation clear.

Nivi's pulse quickened, her pussy clenching at the thought, her newfound control blending with a fresh wave of desire. She leaned closer, her breath warm on his neck.

“You want my mouth?” she teased, her voice low, her fingers brushing his thigh.

“Tell me how bad you need it.”

He groaned, his head tipping back.

“Bad, Nivi. So fucking bad. Your lips, your tongue—been killing me since that competition. Please.” His voice cracked, his hands trembling, his eyes locked on her lips.

She smiled, her confidence soaring, and slid off the seat, kneeling between his legs, the car floor rough under her knees. Her breasts swayed, catching his gaze, her nipples grazing the air. She reached for his belt, her fingers steady, unbuckling it slowly, savoring his sharp intake of breath.

“Let's see if you're worth it,” she said, her tone playful but commanding, unzipping his pants, pulling them down with his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and thick.

Nivi's breath caught, her eyes widening.

“God, Mohan,” she said, her voice soft with admiration, her hand wrapping around his shaft, warm and pulsing.

“This is… nice. Really nice.” She stroked slowly, feeling its weight, her fingers tracing the veins. In her mind, she compared it—Anand's was smaller, softer, dulled by whiskey; Raghavan's thicker, commanding, but controlled; Vikram's eager, youthful, but less intense. Mohan's was different—firm, desperate, perfectly curved. What's Rajendar's like? she wondered, the blurry image of his bedroom encounter flashing, her curiosity spiking as she imagined his cock, unseen but potent.

She leaned in, her lips brushing the tip, tasting the salty precum, her tongue flicking out. Mohan moaned, his hands fisting the seat.

“Fuck, Nivi, don't tease,” he begged, his voice raw. She grinned, her control tight, and took him in, her lips wrapping around the head, sucking softly, her tongue swirling underneath. The taste was heady, his scent musky, and she savored it, her mouth working slowly, deliberately sloppy, saliva coating him as she bobbed deeper.

“Shit, your mouth's so good,” Mohan groaned, his hips twitching, his hands hovering near her head but not touching, respecting her lead.

“So fucking wet, just like your pussy.” His dirty talk sent a thrill through her, her pussy tingling again, her breasts swaying as she moved, her nipples brushing his thighs.

She pulled back, her lips glistening, and stroked him, her hand slick.

“You like it sloppy, don't you?” she teased, her voice sultry, her eyes locked with his. She dove back in, taking him deeper, her throat relaxing, her tongue flat against his shaft, sucking hard. Saliva dripped down her chin, her mouth messy, the wet sounds filling the car, obscene and thrilling. She savored every inch, her lips tight, her tongue swirling, her hand pumping the base.

Mohan's moans grew louder, his breath ragged.

“Nivi, you're fucking killing me,” he gasped, his cock throbbing in her mouth.

“That tongue—fuck, it's magic.” His words fueled her, her pride swelling, her mind drifting to Rajendar again—Would his cock feel this alive? Thicker, maybe?—her curiosity mixing with the heat of the moment.

She worked him faster, her mouth sloppy, saliva pooling, her lips sliding up and down, her tongue teasing the tip on each pull. Her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently, feeling them tighten.

“God, your dick's so good,” she murmured, pulling off briefly, her voice thick with desire.

“So hard, so perfect.” She meant it, her hand stroking him, her lips kissing the tip, her mind comparing—Anand's lackluster thrusts, Raghavan's controlled power, Vikram's eager but fleeting heat. Mohan's was raw, desperate, hers to command.

“Fuck, Nivi, keep going,” Mohan pleaded, his hips bucking slightly, his hands gripping the seat.

“Your mouth's gonna make me lose it.” His voice was desperate, his cock pulsing, and she took him deep again, her throat tight, her lips stretched, her tongue relentless. She sucked harder, her hand twisting at the base, her saliva making it slick, messy, perfect.

Her breasts bounced with each bob, her nipples grazing his pants, the sensation sending sparks to her pussy. She moaned around him, the vibration making him curse, his cock twitching.

“Nivi, shit, you're too good,” he groaned, his voice breaking.

“Gonna cum soon—your mouth's too fucking perfect.” His dirty talk pushed her, her control solid but her body alive, her pussy wet again from the power she held.

She kept going, her mouth sloppy, her tongue swirling, her hand pumping, savoring every moan, every twitch. She pulled back to tease the tip, her lips sucking lightly, her eyes flicking up to his, seeing his desperation, his pleasure. Rajendar's cock—would it pulse like this? she wondered, her curiosity sharp, her mouth working harder, wanting Mohan's release, wanting to own this moment.

His breathing turned ragged, his hips jerking.

“Nivi, fuck, I'm close,” he gasped, his voice raw.

“Where do you want it?” His eyes were wild, his cock throbbing in her mouth, her saliva dripping down his shaft.

She pulled off, stroking him fast, her lips swollen, her voice sultry.

“On me,” she said, her eyes locked with his, her control absolute.

“I want it.” Her words were bold, her body ready, her pride soaring as she took him back in, sucking hard, her hand pumping, urging him over the edge.

Mohan groaned, his body tensing, and he came, his cock pulsing, hot spurts hitting her face, her lips, some landing in her open mouth. Nivi received it eagerly, her tongue catching the taste, her eyes closing as she savored the moment, the warmth of his release on her skin, the power of her act. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, her hand slowing, milking him gently, his moans filling the car.

The chapter closed, the moonlight glinting off her glistening lips, her breasts heaving, the air thick with their shared heat, Nivi's control and desire intertwined, the night alive with what they'd unleashed.