Adultery "My wife And My friends uncle".......

[Dave Rajan]

UPDATE 23
Padma stepped inside the house and looked around. Gurusamy came down from the upstairs room.
“Come in…”
“What time do you need to leave in the morning?”
“I have to catch the 8 o’clock bus. If I take that, I can drop my son at the college gate by 9:30.”
“Hmm… So we have the whole night…” Gurusamy said with a meaningful smile. “Alright. You go and cook something.”
“Okay, Thambi… What do you want to eat?”
“That’s what I told you this afternoon,” he replied casually and went back upstairs.
Padma sighed and started preparing dinner.
By 8 PM, she stood at the bottom of the stairs and called out, “Thambi… Thambi… Dinner is ready. Come and eat.”
“Coming…”
Gurusamy came down after bathing. He was wearing only a thin white dhoti tied low on his waist, his upper body completely bare, with the dhoti barely covering his skin.
“Shall I serve, Thambi?”
“Yes.”
“Have you eaten?”
“I’ll eat after you finish.”
While Gurusamy was eating, he noticed Padma taking her plate towards the kitchen.
“Where are you going? Sit and eat here.”
“Thambi… I usually eat in the kitchen…”
“Today there’s no one else at home. Sit at the dining table and eat with me, at least for today.”
Under his insistence, Padma had no choice. For the first time in her life, she sat at the luxurious dining table and ate.
After finishing his meal, Gurusamy said, “I’ve had enough. I’ll go for a walk upstairs and wait in the room. You finish washing the dishes, heat some milk, close all the doors, and come upstairs.”
He climbed the stairs.
Padma completed all her work, locked the doors, heated the milk, poured it into a glass, and carried it upstairs with a heavy heart. Before knocking on Gurusamy’s door, she thought about her husband and son. A deep pain filled her chest. She let out a long sigh, gathered whatever courage she had left, and knocked.
Gurusamy opened the door and welcomed her inside.
He took the milk, drank a little, and said, “That’s enough for me. You drink the rest.”
“Thambi, I don’t want it…”
But he insisted, so she drank it.
“Time is passing. If we sleep early, it’ll be easier for you to leave in the morning,” he said.
Padma cleared her throat nervously.
“Now… show me what I saw in the river.”
Padma’s body stiffened.
“Thambi… I’m really scared… You are the same age as my son…” she said, her voice shaking.
“I know this is wrong. But this is just one time. I just want to see a woman fully naked. I want to know how it feels to touch breasts… This desire has been burning inside me for a long time. Everything has aligned perfectly today.”
“You said you would only look… Now you’re saying you want to touch also?”
“Understand my situation, Amma. I don’t know when I’ll get married. Until then, I keep wondering how a woman’s breasts feel, how they would feel when squeezed… It’s driving me crazy. After today, I’ll leave everything. From tomorrow, I want to live peacefully.”
“I’m going to see you fully naked now. I’m sure your breasts are big and beautiful. Just once… I want to squeeze just one of your breasts. Please… Just this much. Nothing else. I’ve already helped you with money. I didn’t call you here to do anything wrong. Please agree to at least this.”
Gurusamy begged desperately.
With no other way out, Padma finally agreed.
“Only once, Thambi… And only one side,” she said hesitantly.
“Okay,” Gurusamy replied. “Remove your clothes.”
“Thambi… switch off the lights. I’m feeling very shy.”
“If I switch off the lights, how will I see you?”
“Please switch them off. I’ll remove my clothes… Then you can switch them back on and look.”
Gurusamy smiled and agreed. He turned off the lights.
The room was on the first floor. Only the window was open. A faint yellow light from the streetlamp outside filtered into the room.
“Thambi… turn around for a moment. I’ll remove my clothes and tell you when I’m ready.”
Gurusamy turned around.
Padma removed her saree and placed it on the table. Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky. She unhooked her blouse one by one and removed it completely. The wind grew stronger. Tree branches swayed violently. The window rattled.
She unhooked her bra, holding it with one hand while untying the knot of her petticoat with the other. With one pull, the petticoat loosened. In one swift motion, she let go of both her bra and petticoat and stood completely naked.
Outside, the rain began to pour heavily, filling the air with the scent of wet earth.
“Are you done?”
“Yes… Thambi…”
“Can I turn around?”
“Hmm… Turn.”
The moment Gurusamy turned, he was stunned. Even though the light was dim, the faint yellow glow from the streetlamp beautifully illuminated her naked body.
“Shall I switch on the light?”
“Hmm… Switch it on…” she said, her voice trembling.
Just as Gurusamy flipped the switch, the power went off.
“Damn… Why now?” he cursed.
The power didn’t return immediately. Both of them were slightly sweating due to the humidity, even in the rain.
“Thambi… I can’t do this…”
“Since there’s no power, can I at least stroke myself while looking at you? And squeeze your breasts once?”
“Thambi… what are you saying?”
“There’s no power… What else can we do? I didn’t call you here to do anything wrong. I’ll masturbate while looking at you… and squeeze your breasts…”
Padma had no choice but to agree.
Gurusamy pulled her near the window where a little light was coming in. He removed his dhoti and stood completely naked in front of her, his young, hard cock standing proudly. Padma’s eyes widened in shock.
“Oh God… What is this…? At 19 years old… how can it be so big?” she thought, staring with her mouth open.
While admiring her naked body, Gurusamy began stroking his cock. The more he stroked, the more aroused he became.
Padma felt strange. A young boy of her son’s age was making her stand naked and masturbating in front of her. Yet, being a woman, her body also started reacting.
“Can I squeeze them now?”
“You… you agreed, right? Why are you hesitating now?”
“Hmm… Okay, Thambi… Squeeze them…”
For the first time in his life, Gurusamy’s hands trembled. One hand stroked his cock while the other reached for Padma’s breasts. He touched them, pinched her nipples, and then squeezed her soft breasts hard, feeling their warmth and softness for the first time. He kneaded them, squeezed them, and milked them as if trying to extract juice.
What started as “just once” turned into continuous squeezing. He switched between both breasts, pressing and kneading them roughly while furiously stroking himself.
Padma’s body began to respond against her will. Her pussy started getting wet.
Seeing that she wasn’t resisting and had even closed her eyes, Gurusamy became bolder.
At that exact moment, a loud thunderclap shook the sky. Padma screamed in fear and instinctively hugged Gurusamy tightly. Her bare breasts pressed hard against his chest. Losing balance, both of them fell onto the bed.
Their lips met unexpectedly.
Meanwhile, at Padma’s house…
Her husband woke up suddenly with a coughing fit. He felt like vomiting, so he went outside and threw up twice. The continuous coughing lasted nearly ten minutes. Because he went out in the rain to vomit, he got completely drenched.
He didn’t want to wake his sleeping son. He changed his wet clothes. The rain brought a chill in the air. His heart was restless for some unknown reason.
He applied sacred ash on his forehead and neck. After some time, he felt calmer. He covered himself with a blanket and tried to sleep.
Then he thought about his wife. “It’s raining so heavily… Even I feel cold under the blanket. She didn’t even take a blanket with her. They must have made her sleep near the staircase in that big house. Poor thing… I wonder how much she’s suffering in the cold.” Thinking about her, he fell asleep.
Back at Gurusamy’s big house…
Usually, they would light something in the fields to keep mosquitoes away. Even though the rain had put out the fire, a different kind of fire — the fire of lust — was burning fiercely inside Gurusamy’s bedroom.
While Padma’s husband was worrying about a blanket for his wife, she and Gurusamy were rolling naked on the bed, without even a thread of cloth between them. They were kissing wildly, lips locked, bodies entwined, rolling on top of each other.
By now, almost everything except actual penetration had happened. Gurusamy had licked and sucked her pussy, drinking her juices. Padma had sucked his cock.
Unable to control himself any longer, Gurusamy climbed on top of her, positioned his massive cock at her entrance, and thrust it inside her in one powerful stroke, without any mercy.
“AAAAHHH!” Padma screamed loudly.
Her scream only aroused him more.
From the very first thrust, he fucked her mercilessly, pounding her like an animal in the first round itself.
While fucking her hard, he growled:
“Tell me, bitch… Where is my cock now? What is it doing? After this, am I still your ‘Thambi’? Say it!”
“Thambi… Thambi…”
“No… Call me properly, you whore!”
He fucked her even harder.
“Have you ever been fucked like this by your husband?”
He increased his speed when she didn’t answer immediately.
“No… Not like this…”
“Whose cock is bigger? Mine or his?”
“Yours… Yours is bigger…”
“From now on, whenever I call you, will you come to get fucked?”
“Will you come or not? Say it loudly!”
Unable to bear his powerful thrusts, Padma screamed, “I’ll come… I’ll come to get fucked!”
Both of them reached orgasm together. For the first time in his life, Gurusamy emptied his load deep inside a woman’s womb.
“Oh no… What have you done? I finished my period just five days ago…”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to worry about anything.”
In that single night, with one intense fuck, he made her his own.
That night became her personal “Shivaratri”. Gurusamy used every technique he had read in porn books on her. He took her anal virginity. He fucked her in every position, her breasts and mangalsutra swinging wildly as he pounded her. Every time he came, he filled her pussy with his seed.
Padma’s cunt drank his cum multiple times that night.
Two weeks later, everything went well in her life. Her son joined college and started staying in the hostel.
But at home, Padma had become Gurusamy’s unofficial wife.
They were careful to keep everything hidden from her husband.
Whenever she worked at Gurusamy’s house, he would take her in private. When her husband was away, Gurusamy would go to her house and spend the night with her.
He fucked her mercilessly wherever he got the chance — in the fields, by the river, behind bushes.
Later, when a girl proposed to Gurusamy and he liked her, he agreed to the relationship. But when he tried to have sex with her, he couldn’t get properly hard.
That same girl was also being pursued by another boy from college. During a fight, the other boy told Gurusamy, “She’s going to be my wife.”
The moment Gurusamy imagined that girl as someone else’s wife, his cock became rock hard. From then on, whenever he was with her, he would fuck her while repeatedly saying, “You are his wife… You are that bastard’s wife…” and cum inside her.
She eventually got pregnant by Gurusamy. But she was scared of him and didn’t want to marry him. The other boy, who truly loved her, protected her by claiming the child was his and married her.
After that incident, Gurusamy realized his real kink: He only got aroused by other men’s wives, mothers, sisters, or daughters. The pleasure of using someone else’s woman for his satisfaction was what truly satisfied him. Because of this, he never got married.
Whenever he saw Padma with her husband on the road, Gurusamy would deliberately approach and talk to her husband, all the while lustfully staring at Padma. That gave him an intoxicating thrill.
Padma eventually got pregnant by Gurusamy.
To hide it, one night when her husband came home drunk, she deliberately lay close to him. The next morning, when he saw her saree displaced, she teased him:
“Last night you came drunk and fucked me so hard after so many days…”
“Me?”
“Yes, you did… You were so drunk you don’t even remember.”
Her husband laughed proudly, thinking highly of his manhood.
She warned him with a sly smile, “Don’t laugh. If I get pregnant, I won’t abort it. If anyone asks, you have to take responsibility.”
Her husband just twisted his moustache in happiness.
Padma gave birth to Gurusamy’s child.
Whenever Gurusamy saw her carrying his child in her arms while walking with her husband, he felt an immense sense of conquest and royal pleasure.
Gurusamy’s father sent him to a hostel. He would visit the village only once a year during leave and stay for a month.
Every time he came, he would fuck Padma as much as possible and impregnate her. She gave birth to three daughters — all looking like Padma, so no one suspected anything.
Padma became completely addicted to Gurusamy.
Realizing the power he had, Gurusamy decided to explore this dark side further as he grew older and more powerful.
He began hunting women ruthlessly — using money, property, positions, threats, blackmail, deception, or even pretending to help. He didn’t care whether the husband knew or not, whether it was in front of the husband or behind his back.
He only enjoyed women who belonged to someone else.
And he never shared any of the women he conquered with others.
Now, at 60 years old, Gurusamy’s eyes had fallen on new prey.
Krithika — Raghu’s wife.
Jothi — Marimuthu’s wife.
Both were already halfway trapped in his web.
Would they fall completely?
And recently, he had also noticed Adhi… and was fascinated by her.
What would happen if Gurusamy tried to approach Adhi?
Would Velu stay silent?
What happened between Adhi and Velu in those 15 days?
Many twists and turns are yet to come in the upcoming updates…