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

[Suresh@123]

Priya stumbled down the last few wooden steps, each one creaking under her trembling weight. Her red

saree clung to her like a second, soaked skin—sweat had darkened the fabric in wide patches across her

midriff and between her heavy breasts, the thin black string blouse now practically transparent. Her nipples

stood out stiff and aching against the damp material. Between her thighs, her arousal had leaked so

copiously that she could feel the sticky warmth trickling down the insides of her legs with every shaky step.

The main door of the farmhouse loomed ahead—freedom, escape, the chance to pretend none of this had

happened.

But just as her fingers brushed the rusted handle, the door swung inward with brutal force.

Rita stood there.

Tall, broad-shouldered, skin the color of dark teak, hair cropped brutally short. She wore only a black sports

bra that strained over her muscular chest and a pair of tight combat shorts that left her thick, powerful thighs

bare. A thin silver chain looped around her neck disappeared between her cleavage. Her lips curled into a

slow, predatory smile that showed too many teeth.

Priya flinched backward so hard her back hit the newel post.

“Where do you think you’re going, little bird?” Rita’s voice was low, gravelly, almost amused. She stepped fully

inside and kicked the door shut behind her with one booted heel. The bang echoed like a gunshot.


“I—I was just—” Priya’s voice cracked. She tried to pull the pallu of her saree higher to cover herself, but the

fabric was already slipping, exposing the lower curve of one breast.

Rita’s eyes raked down Priya’s body—lingering on the sweat-glistening bare midriff, the hard points of her

nipples, the dark wet patch spreading visibly at the front of the saree where it dbangd between her legs.

“You were just running away after watching your didi get turned into a screaming cum-rag?” Rita laughed,

short and mean. “Tony told me you’d try. Said you’d cream yourself silly and then pretend you’re still a good

girl.”

Priya’s breath hitched. “Please… I won’t tell anyone. Just let me—”

Rita took one long step forward. In her left hand dangled a heavy black duffel bag; the zipper was half-open

and Priya caught the glint of metal, silicone, leather straps. The unmistakable shapes of dildos, plugs,

harnesses.


“You don’t get to leave, Priya.” Rita dropped the bag with a heavy thud. “You stay till morning. Tony’s orders.

Abhishek’s orders. And now—” she reached out, thick fingers catching Priya’s chin, forcing her gaze up “—my

orders.”

Priya shivered violently. Rita’s thumb dragged roughly across her lower lip, parting it.

“Room 15,” Rita said softly. “Now.”

Priya shook her head once—weak, automatic.

Rita’s other hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of saree at Priya’s waist and yanking hard. The pallu fell away

completely; the thin string blouse stretched taut, one breast spilling free. Rita palmed it immediately—rough,

possessive—squeezing until Priya whimpered.

“Walk,” Rita growled, “or I drag you by your hair and make you crawl the whole way.”

Tears pricked Priya’s eyes. Shame, terror, and—God help her—fresh heat bloomed low in her belly.

She walked.

Up the stairs again. Past room 11 where Mrunal’s broken, ecstatic moans still floated faintly through the wall,

now softer, more pleading: “Haan… ab dheere… bas.. rakhna… ohhh god…” Nooo... Pls... I can't.... Noo...... Sir.... Slow...

Rita stayed close behind, one hand resting possessively on the small of Priya’s back, occasionally sliding

down to squeeze her ass through the saree.

Room 15 door was already ajar.

Inside: dim light from a single yellow bulb. A wide bed with fresh white sheets. A wooden chair in the corner.

And a full-length mirror propped against the wall—deliberately angled so whoever was on the bed could see

themselves.

Rita shoved Priya inside and locked the door.

“Strip.”

Priya’s hands shook so badly she could barely untie the saree knot. The fabric pooled at her feet in a damp

red heap. The tiny black string blouse followed—breasts bouncing free, heavy and glistening with sweat. No

panties underneath. Just her, bare, dripping, thighs shining.

Rita circled her slowly, like a shark.

“Pretty little thing,” she murmured. “Softer than your sister. Look at these tits—already leaking just from

watching.” She flicked one swollen nipple; Priya gasped. “Bet your cunt’s been crying since you saw Tony’s

black cock stretching her throat.”


Priya squeezed her eyes shut. “Please don’t…”

Rita laughed again. She unzipped the duffel fully and began laying out items on the bed with deliberate care.


And then Rita told her stay here we will be back.. I am going to 11 and she went outside of Room.

And there she stayed 5 minutes... 5 minutes nothing hear any moans screams. She thinks that they left her..

But after 10 minutes again moans this time heavy moans coming out of room no 11....continuously Priya' hear

skipped what they are doing to my little sister.... She thinks she should be stay here only as per Rita orders but

her mind sat to go there.... After 2 minutes she went and look into room secretly....... Her jaw dropped.......

Mrunal is fucking by three...... This time Tony fucking her cunt with hig big 10 inch dick and Abhishek playing

with ass by finger fucking to loosen and finally Rita held her waist a strap on and shoving in Mrunal's mouth.