Adultery Conservative Married woman and cuck husband(updated 22-03-26)

[Suresh@123]

“AAHHH… harder… please… fuck me slow… hanh… hanh… yesyesyes… margaiiii… aaaiiiieee…!”


Abhishek laughed — low, cruel — and slapped her ass so hard the sound cracked through the room like a whip.

“Listen to your married little cunt beg, Tony. Vivek’s pious wife wants black dick more than her husband’s

limp prick.”

Tony grinned, grabbed a fistful of Mrunal’s hair and yanked her head back so hard her back arched like a bow.

“Tell big brother-in-law how much you love getting ruined,  Mrunal.”

Mrunal’s voice came out shredded, almost unrecognisable:

“I lo—ve it… my husband Vivek for Vivek only.... acceptttttt being  here. … aaahhh god… I’m coming again… don’t stop… don’t stopppp…!”

Her whole body began to convulse. A violent shudder ran through her. Clear liquid squirted out around.

Abhishek’s pistoning cock, splashing onto the bedsheet in rhythmic pulses. She screamed — a long, high,

broken wail that echoed down the corridor:

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH… MERI CHUT PHAT RAHI HAI… AAIIIIIIIEEEEE… BAS… BAS… AAUUGGHHH!”

But they didn’t stop.

They went harder.

Tony pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cockhead.

He slapped her face lightly with it — left cheek, right cheek, across her gasping mouth.

“Clean it, randi. Taste it’s shame on my dick.”

Mrunal lunged forward like a starving animal, sucking him deep again, moaning around the thickness as if it

were oxygen.

Abhishek changed angle — lifted one of her thighs high, almost folding her in half — and started hammering

her at a new, vicious tempo. The wet thwack-thwack-thwack of his balls against her clit filled the room.

Priya’s hand had unconsciously slipped between her own thighs. The saree was already soaked. Two fingers

slid inside herself without thought. She was dripping down her inner thighs.

She hated herself for it.

She couldn’t look away.

Mrunal came again — even harder this time. Her scream turned animal:

“UUUUUHHHHH… BHAGWAN… MERA DIMAAG KHARAB HO RAHA HAI… AAHHHH… CHOOOOD DO MUJHE…

CHOOOOD DO…!”

But her moans they bang her in very rough and speed.

Tony suddenly pulled out, aimed, and started painting her face — thick white ropes landing across her

cheeks, her open mouth, her fluttering eyelids. Mrunal tried to catch it on her tongue like it was holy nectar,

whimpering “thank you… thank you…” between spurts.

Abhishek wasn’t done.

He yanked her up by the hair until she was kneeling upright, back pressed to his chest. One arm banded

around her waist, the other hand mauling her breast, pinching the nipple until she shrieked. And Tony slid

one finger in her anus hole slowly rubbing... She cried " what R are you doing not there not there..." Tony

slowly rotating one finger in her ass.  She came again... Noooooooooiioooo... This more intensively she

squirts hi juice. They stillll not left her.. They did different angles.

Then — still buried balls-deep — he lifted her bodily and turned so she faced the door.

Priya’s blood ran cold.

Mrunal’s eyes — glassy, pleasure-drunk — locked directly onto the crack where Priya stood.

For one endless second, sister stared at sister.

Mrunal’s lips parted. A broken, trembling smile spread across her cum-streaked face.

“Pri… Priya…didi?” she whispered hoarsely.

Then Abhishek slammed upward so brutally that Mrunal’s eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open in

another shattering scream:


“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH — PRIYA DEKH RAHI HAI — DEKH RAHI HAI MERI BEHEN — AAIIIEEEEE — MERI

BEHEN DEKH RAHI HAI MUJHE CHUDTE HUE — BAS… BAS… AAUUGGHHHH!”

The words sent Priya over the edge.

Her knees buckled. She came standing there in the corridor — silently, violently — biting her own palm to stop

from crying out. Her vision blurred with tears and shameful pleasure.

Inside the room, Abhishek roared and emptied himself deep inside Mrunal. She convulsed again, a final

squirting orgasm ripping through her as she felt him flood her womb.

“Take it… take every drop… tell your sister how much you love being bred like a bitch…”

Mrunal — voice cracked and tiny now — looked straight at the door again.

“I am sirry, Priya didi… I am being their cum-dump… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… but I can’t stop…  it …”

Priya slid down the wall, legs shaking, saree rucked up around her waist, fingers still buried inside herself.

She stayed there — hidden, trembling, listening — for the next twenty minutes while they took Mrunal again.

Slower this time. Almost tender. Whispering filthy promises in her ears while she whimpered and nodded and

came in gentle, rolling waves. And Priya turned her head side and trying leave from there mean while a big

scream came through that room. Priya panicked again she tried to watch what happens.. There Tony slid one

full finger in Mrunal' tight virgin ass.... HAAAA PLEASE LEAVE I CAN'T.... I CAN'T...  OHHHHHH NOOOOOO...

NOT.... THERE....... moans echo. Priya tears roll and there Mrunal also but with pleasure.











After they gave her 2 minutes to take rest... Meanwhile Priya heart racing fast her sleeveless blouse totally

drenched with sweat. A hot burning sensation grew in her body.. By the sweat drenching her aerola clearly

visible through fabric. And she trying to avoid and leaving she stepped 5 foot. Then again grunta heavy

moans coming this time they changed her position her leg as total spread based on cushion sofa so that her

pussy will access Cock directly go in deep.


Ahhhaaaa..  Noooi.... Please leave me.... My didi..... Coming...  So.... Pls.... I wantttttttt tooooo gooooiii.........

Margayiiiiiiiu........ Mera phaaaaat. ......






And after 10 minutes Mrunal's body shuddering.... I am. Commmmingggggggg...... Cominggggg....

They asked her what say again.... How many times you came today by our cocks.?

Mrunal can't.... Ouffffff...   Yaaaaa..  5 times.........











Priya slid down the wall, legs shaking, saree rucked up around her waist, fingers still buried inside herself.

She stayed there — hidden, trembling, listening — for the next twenty minutes while they took Mrunal again.

Slower this time. Almost tender. Whispering filthy promises in her ears while she whimpered and nodded and

came in gentle, rolling waves.

Priya never made it to room 15.

She didn’t need to.

Abhishek already knew she was watching. But He also leave her.. to go bank...

And he knew — just like Mrunal — that Priya would be back tomorrow.

Begging.


And while Priya is going return upto main door..... Her sister Mrunal's moans and 

cries with  high pleasure.... Yaaaaa..... Good... Soo.. Bigggg.... like 


moans reaching to Priya's ears.........



Continues.................