Adultery Amorous Ayesha

[Sengolan]

Samar's thrusts slowed to a torturous grind, his fingers digging into Ayesha's hips as he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Tell me, Aunty," he murmured, his tongue flicking the sweat-damp shell of her ear. "Does your *husband* fuck you like this?"

Ayesha's breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as she arched into him. "*No*," she gasped, the word slipping out like a secret too long kept. Samar chuckled darkly, rolling his hips in a way that made her toes curl.

"Louder," Ravi ordered from where he lounged nearby, his cock twitching against his thigh. "Tell us how *pathetic* he is."

AK's fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back. "*Say it*," he growled, his other hand sliding down to pinch her nipple hard.

Ayesha moaned, the pain-pleasure sparking through her like lightning. "*H-he's old*," she panted, her hips lifting to meet Samar's next thrust. "*Weak hands—can't—can't even keep me wet—*"

The boys erupted into laughter, the sound crude and hungry. Tony crouched beside her, his fingers tracing the outline of her parted lips. "And his cock?" he prompted, his thumb pressing down on her lower lip. "*Tell us*."

Ayesha's laugh was breathless, drunken. "*Small*," she admitted, her gaze flicking to where Samar's thick length disappeared inside her. "*Nothing like—ah!—like yours.*"

Samar's grin was feral as he picked up his pace, his balls slapping against her ass. "*And whose fault is that?*" he taunted, his grip tightening. "*Maybe you should've married a *real* man.*"

Ayesha's nails scbangd down Samar's arms, her body tightening around him. "*Yes*," she whimpered, the confession tearing from her throat. "*Should've—should've let a ***** fuck me sooner—*"

The admission sent a jolt through the room. AK's fingers tightened in her hair. "*Is that why you spread your legs so easy tonight?*" he sneered, his other hand sliding between her legs to rub rough circles on her clit. "*Because you *knew* we'd ruin you better than that *cuck* husband?*"

Ayesha's back arched off the couch, her cry ragged. "*Yes!*" she sobbed, her hips jerking uncontrollably. "*Knew you'd—you'd *break* me—*"

Ravi's phone camera captured every damning second—her flushed face, her wrecked blouse, the way her thighs trembled as Samar fucked her through another shuddering orgasm. "*Fuck*," Samar groaned, his rhythm stuttering. "*Gonna fill this *used* pussy—*"

Tony's laughter cut through the haze. "*Wait*," he interjected, his fingers trailing down Ayesha's sweat-slick stomach. "*One more question, Aunty.*" His smirk was venomous as he leaned in. "*Whose son is Faiz?*"

The room went still. Even Samar's thrusts slowed to a teasing grind. Ayesha's breath came in shallow gasps, her gaze darting to where Faiz stood frozen in the shadows. For a heartbeat, Faiz thought she might stop—might remember herself.

Then her lips curved into a drunken, defiant smile. "*Who knows?*" she slurred, her hips lifting to meet Samar's next thrust. "*Could be *anyone's*—*"

The boys roared with laughter, their voices merging into a chorus of crude jokes and jeers. Samar's hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt as he came with a groan. "*Fuck*," he panted, grinding deep as he emptied himself inside her. "*Maybe *mine* now.*"

Ayesha's answering moan was muffled as Tony shoved his cock back into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair. "*Suck*," he ordered, his hips jerking forward. "*Like the *good* slut you are.*"

Faiz's knees gave out. His mother—*his mother*—was *laughing* around Tony's cock, her body still twitching with pleasure as Samar's spend dripped down her thighs. Worse? She looked *proud*.

Ravi's phone buzzed again, the screen flashing with an incoming call. Faiz's blood turned to ice as he read the name on the screen:

*Abbu.*

The buzzing phone skittered across the coffee table like a live grenade. Ayesha's hand shot out—too fast for someone so drunk—her fingers closing around the device with a grip that turned her knuckles white. The sudden movement made Samar pull out of her with a wet sound, his cock glistening under the basement's flickering lights.

"*Sshhh*," Ayesha hissed, pressing a finger to her swollen lips as she swiped to answer. The transformation was jarring—her spine straightened, her voice shedding its syrupy thickness as she chirped, "*Haan ji, Abbu?*"

Faiz watched, nauseated, as his mother's free hand slid beneath the table, her fingers clamping around Ravi's wrist like a vice. Her nails—painted a demure peach just this morning—dug crescent moons into his skin. Ravi's smirk faltered.

"*Bas, the boys are just helping me clean up*," Ayesha continued, her tone light even as her thighs clenched around nothing, Samar's spend still slick between them. "*Faiz's *friends*, you know how messy these parties get—*" A sharp intake of breath as Tony, unrepentant, dragged his thumb across her exposed nipple. She kicked him under the table, her sandal connecting with his shin.

AK muffled a laugh into his palm while Ravi leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of Ayesha's ear. "*Tell him*," he murmured, his free hand sliding up her thigh, "*how *good* we're cleaning you.*"

Ayesha's breath hitched, but her voice remained steady. "*Haan, the basement is *spotless* now*," she lied, her eyes darting to where Faiz stood paralyzed. The unspoken plea in her gaze was drowned out by Tony's fingers sneaking under the hem of her ruined blouse.

On the other end of the line, Faiz's father said something that made Ayesha's grip tighten around Ravi's wrist. "*Nahi, nahi, they'll leave soon*," she soothed, her toes curling as Samar's fingers found her clit again. "*You focus on your shift, hm?*"

A pause. Then— "*Haan, I'll make sure Faiz sleeps early.*" The hypocrisy of the statement hung thick in the air as AK traced the bite marks on her collarbone.

When she finally hung up, the silence was deafening. Ayesha exhaled shakily, her shoulders slumping—but only for a second. Ravi seized the opportunity to lick a stripe up her neck. "*Good girl*," he purred, his hand finally freed from her grip.

Ayesha's response was to slam the phone onto the table with a crack. "*Enough*," she snapped, the command slicing through the booze-heavy air. For a heartbeat, the boys stilled. Then Tony snorted, his fingers tightening around her waist.

"*Or what, Aunty?*" he taunted, his breath hot against her temple. "*You'll tell?*"