10-04-2026, 09:48 PM
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Chapter 76: The Hallway Floor sex
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Finally, after the long, exhausting round, Anandhi placed both hands on Suriya’s chest and gently but firmly pushed him back.
“Enough… Rahul is alone downstairs,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice shaky. “I need to go back now.”
Suriya hovered over her, still buried deep inside her, his chest heaving. “One more round… just one more. I need you again.”
Anandhi shook her head quickly. “No… I can’t. Not tonight. I’ve already stayed too long.”
She slipped out from under him hurriedly. Suriya’s thick cock slid out of her with a wet sound. Without wasting time searching for her underwear, she grabbed only her nighty from the floor, pulled it over her head in one swift motion, and smoothed it down. Her bra and panties lay forgotten somewhere under the cot where Suriya had thrown them earlier. She was completely bare underneath the thin cotton fabric now — her nipples clearly visible, her pussy still glistening and leaking his cum down her inner thighs.
Rahul heard the movement and quickly pulled back from the keyhole. He rushed down the stairs as silently as he could, his bare feet flying over the steps. Halfway down, he stopped in the shadowed corner of the staircase. The hallway light was dim, and the staircase was positioned such that anyone coming from Suriya’s room on the other side couldn’t see him unless they came right to the edge.
He crouched low and waited.
A moment later, Anandhi stepped out of the bedroom, her nighty slightly disheveled, hair messy, cheeks flushed. Suriya followed right behind her, still naked, his cock half-hard and shining with their mixed juices.
He caught her wrist and pulled her back.
“Just one more time… please,” he begged in a low, hungry voice.
Anandhi tried to pull away playfully. “Suriya, no… I have to go down.”
What followed was a visible, playful struggle in the open hallway. She laughed softly and tried to twist free, but Suriya was stronger. He yanked her toward him. In the tussle, her foot slipped. Anandhi lost balance and fell backward onto the cool marble floor with a soft thud, her nighty riding up to her hips instantly.
Suriya didn’t waste even a second.
He came down on top of her right there in the middle of the hallway floor, his muscular body covering hers. With one rough hand he pushed her nighty all the way up to her waist, exposing her completely. Her bare, wet pussy was now fully on display.
“Suriya… please!” Anandhi whispered urgently, eyes wide with panic. “This is the hall! If we make any noise it will echo all the way downstairs!”
Suriya’s voice was husky, dark with lust. “Then don’t make any noise.”
Before she could respond, he spread her thighs apart and thrust his thick, hard cock into her in one powerful stroke — burying himself to the hilt in a single brutal push.
Anandhi’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Suriya immediately clamped his large hand over her lips, muffling the moan that tried to escape. Her eyes rolled back slightly as he began fucking her right there on the floor — hard, deep, and passionate missionary strokes that made her entire body jolt with every thrust.
This view was nothing like the distant keyhole or the grainy hidden camera. This was raw, close, and painfully clear. Rahul could see everything in vivid detail: his wife’s legs spread wide on the marble floor, Suriya’s thick cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, her breasts bouncing freely under the bunched-up nighty, the way her toes curled, the sweat already forming on both their bodies.
Within seconds, both of them slipped back into the fucking zone. Their lips sealed together again in a hungry, passionate kiss while Suriya continued pounding her relentlessly on the hallway floor. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping and her muffled moans reached Rahul’s ears even without the earbuds now.
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Rahul couldn’t control himself any longer.
His hand slipped into his shorts. He pulled out his own throbbing cock and started stroking furiously — the closest, most real scene of his wife’s adultery happening right in front of his eyes. The sight of Anandhi being taken so passionately by her lover, right there on the floor where anyone could have walked in, pushed him over the edge almost instantly. He came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling onto the staircase wall and floor as his body shuddered silently.
Panting, he quickly wiped himself, tucked his cock back in, and slipped away downstairs before they could notice anything.
When he finally crept back into the master bedroom, the clock showed 2:00 AM.
He lay down carefully between the sleeping children, closed his eyes, and forced his breathing to slow, pretending to be in deep sleep.
At 3:00 AM, the door opened softly.
Anandhi slipped back into the room, still wearing only the nighty, her legs slightly unsteady. She smelled of sex — sweat, Suriya’s cologne, and the unmistakable scent of fresh cum. Her heart was beating so loudly that even from a few feet away, Rahul could hear the fast, guilty thumping against her chest as she carefully slid under the covers beside him.
She curled up against his side once again, but her body was trembling with the aftermath of everything that had just happened.
Rahul kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
Inside his mind, the images of her being fucked on the hallway floor played on repeat.
Rahul was torn by what happened, she indeed loves me, she dont want to leave me, but she does the same to suriya. She tortures me by not leaving Suriya, she tortures him by making me a priority and leave him out.
Finally, after the long, exhausting round, Anandhi placed both hands on Suriya’s chest and gently but firmly pushed him back.
“Enough… Rahul is alone downstairs,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice shaky. “I need to go back now.”
Suriya hovered over her, still buried deep inside her, his chest heaving. “One more round… just one more. I need you again.”
Anandhi shook her head quickly. “No… I can’t. Not tonight. I’ve already stayed too long.”
She slipped out from under him hurriedly. Suriya’s thick cock slid out of her with a wet sound. Without wasting time searching for her underwear, she grabbed only her nighty from the floor, pulled it over her head in one swift motion, and smoothed it down. Her bra and panties lay forgotten somewhere under the cot where Suriya had thrown them earlier. She was completely bare underneath the thin cotton fabric now — her nipples clearly visible, her pussy still glistening and leaking his cum down her inner thighs.
Rahul heard the movement and quickly pulled back from the keyhole. He rushed down the stairs as silently as he could, his bare feet flying over the steps. Halfway down, he stopped in the shadowed corner of the staircase. The hallway light was dim, and the staircase was positioned such that anyone coming from Suriya’s room on the other side couldn’t see him unless they came right to the edge.
He crouched low and waited.
A moment later, Anandhi stepped out of the bedroom, her nighty slightly disheveled, hair messy, cheeks flushed. Suriya followed right behind her, still naked, his cock half-hard and shining with their mixed juices.
He caught her wrist and pulled her back.
“Just one more time… please,” he begged in a low, hungry voice.
Anandhi tried to pull away playfully. “Suriya, no… I have to go down.”
What followed was a visible, playful struggle in the open hallway. She laughed softly and tried to twist free, but Suriya was stronger. He yanked her toward him. In the tussle, her foot slipped. Anandhi lost balance and fell backward onto the cool marble floor with a soft thud, her nighty riding up to her hips instantly.
Suriya didn’t waste even a second.
He came down on top of her right there in the middle of the hallway floor, his muscular body covering hers. With one rough hand he pushed her nighty all the way up to her waist, exposing her completely. Her bare, wet pussy was now fully on display.
“Suriya… please!” Anandhi whispered urgently, eyes wide with panic. “This is the hall! If we make any noise it will echo all the way downstairs!”
Suriya’s voice was husky, dark with lust. “Then don’t make any noise.”
Before she could respond, he spread her thighs apart and thrust his thick, hard cock into her in one powerful stroke — burying himself to the hilt in a single brutal push.
Anandhi’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Suriya immediately clamped his large hand over her lips, muffling the moan that tried to escape. Her eyes rolled back slightly as he began fucking her right there on the floor — hard, deep, and passionate missionary strokes that made her entire body jolt with every thrust.
This view was nothing like the distant keyhole or the grainy hidden camera. This was raw, close, and painfully clear. Rahul could see everything in vivid detail: his wife’s legs spread wide on the marble floor, Suriya’s thick cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy, her breasts bouncing freely under the bunched-up nighty, the way her toes curled, the sweat already forming on both their bodies.
Within seconds, both of them slipped back into the fucking zone. Their lips sealed together again in a hungry, passionate kiss while Suriya continued pounding her relentlessly on the hallway floor. The wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping and her muffled moans reached Rahul’s ears even without the earbuds now.
Rahul couldn’t control himself any longer.
His hand slipped into his shorts. He pulled out his own throbbing cock and started stroking furiously — the closest, most real scene of his wife’s adultery happening right in front of his eyes. The sight of Anandhi being taken so passionately by her lover, right there on the floor where anyone could have walked in, pushed him over the edge almost instantly. He came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling onto the staircase wall and floor as his body shuddered silently.
Panting, he quickly wiped himself, tucked his cock back in, and slipped away downstairs before they could notice anything.
When he finally crept back into the master bedroom, the clock showed 2:00 AM.
He lay down carefully between the sleeping children, closed his eyes, and forced his breathing to slow, pretending to be in deep sleep.
At 3:00 AM, the door opened softly.
Anandhi slipped back into the room, still wearing only the nighty, her legs slightly unsteady. She smelled of sex — sweat, Suriya’s cologne, and the unmistakable scent of fresh cum. Her heart was beating so loudly that even from a few feet away, Rahul could hear the fast, guilty thumping against her chest as she carefully slid under the covers beside him.
She curled up against his side once again, but her body was trembling with the aftermath of everything that had just happened.
Rahul kept his eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
Inside his mind, the images of her being fucked on the hallway floor played on repeat.
Rahul was torn by what happened, she indeed loves me, she dont want to leave me, but she does the same to suriya. She tortures me by not leaving Suriya, she tortures him by making me a priority and leave him out.
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