Adultery Generous Beauty's Adventure in Rural Village(Dr. Pragya's euphoria) Part45 (May 17)

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Part 43 ( The special night dinner ) 







Inside their cramped room, the air grew thick and heavy. Ranga stepped behind her, his breath warm against her neck. Following the butt plug rose , he helped her dbang the saree without a blouse as he requested as per the village tradition. As the rough cotton wound around her waist, his calloused fingers brushed against her sweaty, glowing skin, creating a friction that made her breath hitch.


When he wrapped the saree around her ass he pressed the ass making the rose sent shiver throughout her body, he knelt before her.



Pragya -  "It’s so cold, Ranga," she whispered, her hands resting on his shoulders for balance. Ranga - "It will warm up against you, Jaan" he murmured, hooking the clasp. As she moved, she  let out a tickling, rhythmic moan that felt like a secret language between them.

She looked into the cracked mirror; her glamorous body, defined by the tight wrap of the orange fabric and the glinting brass, looked like a forbidden painting.

As they stepped out of the hut, the village seemed to gasp. Pragya walked with a newfound, drunken-like sway, her jaws-dropping beauty turning the dusty path into a catwalk.

The women who had mocked her at the river now stood frozen, their eyes boiling with jealousy as they saw the "washerwoman" looking like a men attracting magnet

The men from the warehouse, Ranga’s own coworkers, stopped their heavy lifting.

Stanger -  "Look at that old fox," one hissed. "Guarding grain by night and a goddess by day. It isn't fair."

Pragya - "They’re looking at us, Ranga," Pragya whispered, her gaze shy yet sparkling.

Ranga  -  "Let them look," Ranga replied, pulling her closer. "They have the dust; I have the gold." Ranga felt proud as he held her by hip.

They reached the "Dabba,". They counted their meager coins, ordering a single plate of spicy mutton and extra rotis to save money.

But the real feast was in the small bottle and the desires Ranga had hidden in his mind.

The "Dabba" was a skeletal structure of bamboo and rusted tin, tucked away from the main village road. Inside, the air was a thick, swirling soup of woodsmoke, pungent mustard oil, and the chatter of weary laborers. Ranga led Pragya to a rickety 
wooden bench in the darkest corner, where the light from a single, fly-specked yellow bulb barely reached them.

As they sat, Pragya’s skin was still tingling from the walk. The blouseless orange saree felt daringly light, and the brass hip chain was a cold, constant reminder of her husband’s touch. And the deep hidden rose sending shivers every time she walks

Ranga leaned in, his eyes darting around the room like a conspirator. He reached into his waistband and produced a small, unlabelled glass bottle filled with a clear, wicked-looking liquid.

Pragya - "Ranga!" Pragya gasped, her eyes widening. She instinctively pulled her saree higher, though it did little to cover her glowing, sweaty shoulders. "Are you mad? What If the dabba owner or villagers sees, what would they think of me!"

Ranga made her sit on the chair and sat next to her, she felt a bit inconvenience to sit straight , she adjusted to make her comfortable.  

Ranga - ", jaan," Ranga chuckled, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. He placed the bottle under the table, his fingers grazing her thigh as he did.

He then raised her saree till her knee under the table. And crashed her thighs softly.

Ranga - "The world thinks we are nothing. Tonight, let them think we are just two more shadows. We deserve a drop of fire after the week we've had."

The server, a man with a grease-stained apron, approached. Ranga ordered a single large plate of spicy mutton curry, four rotis, and a bowl of raw onions, calculating the coins in his mind.

As they waited, Ranga’s hand didn't leave her. Under the cover of the heavy wooden table, he reached out and pinched her hip softly, his thumb tracing the cold links of the brass hip chain.

Ranga - "Does it still chill you?" he whispered, his face inches from hers.

Pragya - "It’s... it’s ticklish," Pragya breathed, her face flushing a deep, intoxicating pink. "Every time I move, the rose send tickles from inside. I feel like a naughty girl, Bhava. I don't feel like a doctor anymore. I feel... owned."

Ranga - "You are owned," Ranga murmured, his fingers caressing the curve of her waist, lingering on the bare skin that the village-style dbang exposed. "By me. Only me."

Ranga’s hand on her stomach now sifted to slide his fingers inside her pantiless petticoat and grabbed her pussy lips.

Pragya Turned to look at him, and she saw the  grin on his face as his hand slid over her smooth mound and onto her gorgeous pink pussy. As soon as he touched it Pragya felt sparks of electricity shoot through her pussy and She let out a little moan which anyone did’t heard.

Ranga began rubbing his firm hand over her pussy which was soon wet. Parting her legs further Ranga kept rubbing and she shut her eyes and tried not to moan at the sensations of pleasure surging through her body.

Then he began working his finger into her slit. Grabbing the table she felt his thick finger at her pussy entrance. Teasing her, he rubbed around the edges making her whimper with anticipation then Ranga thrust his finger firmly inside her as deep as he could.

As soon as she jumps a little up and down on her chair , the moment of rose plug inside her rearhole ad the fingers inside her pussy made her  Letting out a loud gasp which made the other hut customers look round at their dine ,he then started to thrust in and out.

With her pussy now soaking and her thighs already shaking Pragya put the side of my other hand in her mouth to try and stop herself from moaning. Blood was rushing through her body and She couldn’t even see properly. Pragya pussy felt like it was burning and She knew She was close to coming.

Pragya – “ The excitement in public and the rose inside me is killing me bhava, don’t me wait, make me cum already nahhh”

Hearing this Ranga smiled and  now seemingly thrusting even faster She whimpered again with her hand still in her mouth and holding the table so tightly her hand was going numb. Pragya body began to shake and wanting to scream but knowing 

She couldn’t Pragya groaned into her hand as a mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her body.
Waves of pleasure went screaming through her and the rose inside her ass  was making her eyes rolled over. Just managing to stop herself  from falling she took her hand out of her mouth and tried to breathe. With her pussy still pulsing Ranga 
pulled his finger out then removed his hand from her petticoat when he heard footstep approaching.

Not looking at behind, Pragya tried to regain her composure though her face was sweaty and her pussy was dripping.
When the food arrived—the mutton swimming in a pool of fiery red oil—still catching breathe Pragya took charge. With the surgical precision of her former life, she tilted the liquor bottle into their water mugs, masking the sharp, alcoholic scent with the aroma of the spicy gravy.

They took their first deep gulps. The burning alcohol hit Pragya like a physical blow, followed by a rush of warmth that turned her blood into liquid gold.

Pragya - "Oh god," she whispered, her eyes dancing with a hyper-energy. She tore a piece of roti, dipped it deep into the curry, and fed it to Ranga. "It’s been so long. I forgot how the world looks when it’s a little blurry."

Ranga  - "You look sharper than ever," Ranga replied, his own head beginning to swim. He watched the way her sweaty skin reflected the dim yellow light, the way her gaze locked onto his with a fierce, almost predatory love.

As the bottle emptied, their voices grew louder, hidden only by the general din of the shack. They began to blabber, their secrets spilling out in hushed, giggling tones.

Pragya - "Do you remember the hospital?" Pragya asked, a stray tear of laughter escaping as she chewed on a spicy onion. "The medicine? The people? If they could see their 'Noble Doctor' now... drinking moonshine in a hut with a man who cleans gutters..."



Ranga- "They would be jealous," Ranga countered, his hand now boldly resting on her hip, the tiny bells of the chain tinkling as he squeezed. "Because those doctors have their status, but they don't have a goddess who washes laundry for him and craves for his cock all day."

Pragya leaned over the table, her glamorous body straining against the cotton fabric. She felt reckless, the liquor making her bold. "I don't want the hospital, Bhava. I want this. I want the spice, and the sweat, and the way you look at me like you’re going to eat me alive and the monster inside your dirty lungi."

She took another long swig of the spiked water, her vision doubling. The "Dabba" was no longer a dirty shack; it was a palace, and the man across from her was the only king she had ever chosen. They laughed until their stomachs ached, their hands entwined under the table, lost in a lust, beautiful haze of alcohol and obsession, completely unaware that the night was about to take a much more.
 
The cool night air hit them like a physical wave as they stumbled out of the dabba, but the liquor in Pragya’s blood kept her skin burning. The "hyper" energy of the arrack made her reckless; she didn't just walk, she danced along the narrow dirt path, the brass hip chain letting out a frantic, melodic tinkle that echoed through the silent trees. And the moments of rose inside her make her letting of soft moans as she walks.

Ranga gripped her waist to keep her from tumbling into the high grass. His own head was swimming, the world tilting on its axis, but the feel of Pragya’s bare, sweaty navel under his palm anchored him.

Pragya - "Ranga, look!" Pragya giggled, pointing at the moon reflecting in the black ribbon of the river. "The water is full of silver. I want to touch it."

They reached the sandy bank, the ground soft and yielding beneath their feet. Pragya collapsed onto the sand, her orange saree spreading around her like a spilled sunset. She kicked off her slippers, her toes digging into the cool sand. The alcohol had stripped away every layer of the "Masked innocent Pragya", leaving only a woman consumed by a toxic, obsessive love.

Ranga crawled toward her, his movements heavy and uncoordinated. He sat behind her, pulling her back against his chest. The chilling effect of the hip chain pressed between them, a cold metal contrast to their heated skin.

Ranga - "You're glowing, Jaan," Ranga whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "In the moonlight, your skin looks like it's made of pearls."

Pragya turned in his arms, her eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. She reached up, her smooth  arms wrapping around his neck. "I feel heavy, Ranga. Like I’m sinking into the sand, and I never want to get up."

She leaned back, pulling him down with her. The river lapped gently against the shore, a rhythmic pulse that matched the beating of their hearts. Ranga’s hands, rough and shaking, traced the line of the hip chain, his fingers tangling in the navel button.


Ranga - "Is this what you wanted?" he groaned, his face buried in the curve of her neck, inhaling the scent of sweet and sweaty Pragya and raw liquor. "To be a servant’s wife on a muddy riverbank?"

Pragya - "Bhava, I wanted to be yours," Pragya breathed, her voice a velvety slur. She pulled his face to hers, their lips meeting in a messy, desperate kiss that tasted of spice and fire. The Wetness of the sand on her skin, the chime of the bells, and the crushing weight of the man who was her entire world.

They lay there lost in a drunken and lovely romance. Pragya’s saree had loosened, the fabric slipping to reveal the sexy and juicy curves of her body. She ran her hands over Ranga’s face, blabbering about a future they both knew was a beautiful lie—about a house with white curtains and a garden where the village couldn't find them.

Pragya - "We’ll go away, Ranga," she whispered into the dark. "Somewhere where I don't have to run anymore and Afraid oof this world."

"Yes, Pragya," Ranga replied, though his voice was fading as the "dead wood" exhaustion of the liquor began to take hold. "Somewhere far."

She pulled him tightly to her. As their lips devoured each other, their embrace became more passionate. With his free hand, Ranga caressed Pragya’s hair, then trailed down her shoulder until he was kneading her firm breast through her thin cotton Saree.

The freely swinging boobs inside the saree was being played by the rough hands of Ranga.

Ranga - “I’ve wanted you since we left the house of daba,” he breathed as his kiss trailed down her neck.

Ranga’s hand left her breast just long enough to open the dbangd saree that’s covering her boobs. He pulled it open as he went, exposing her soft, creamy boobs . His mouth continued down her chest until he was kissing and licking the last  part of her breast while massaging the rest of the portion  with his hand.

Her pink nipples stood up erectly as she laid back on the couch and pulled his head to her chest, giving him complete access to her beautiful tits.

Pragya’s breasts are extremely sensitive. Ranga enthusiastically kissed and licked around her left breast, teasing her by drawing circles around the stiff nipple with his tongue until his lips closed around it. Then he moved to her right breast, doing the same thing as Pragya urged him on.


Pragya - “Yes, suck on it. Suck it hard,” she said, arching her back to push her breasts into closer contact with his mouth.

As he sucked on each breast, Ranga rubbed the nipple on her other breast between his fingers.  Pragya squirming with pleasure, moving her hands over Ranga’s body as he moved back and forth between her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking the tender white flesh until they glistened wetly with his saliva and her nipples were hard and red.

After a few minutes, she began groping between Ranga’s legs.

Pragya - “I want to touch you now,” she breathed into his ear as she pushed him back on the sand.

She leaned over and kissed him hard on the mouth as her hands caressed his chest, opening buttons on his shirt and slipping inside to rub the bare flesh. Then she dipped to rub the bulge showing plainly in the front of his Lungi.

Pragya - “Take it out. I want to see it,” she demanded, sitting back as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard, thick cock.

He pumped it a few times, then her hand replaced his and she began stroking him slowly.
Pragya - “ I too wanted this cock since it left my pussy” she said, wrapping both hands around the shaft and jerking it up and down. “I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

Ranga moaned as she jerked him off, thrusting his hips upward to speed up the tempo of Pragya’s caress. After a few moments, she leaned over to lick the head.

Ranga - “Oh, yes. Put it in your mouth,” he groaned.

Pragya - “Not yet. “

Her large breasts bouncing slightly on her chest as she pulled him closer and started kissing him, Ranga put his arms around her and began rubbing up and down her slender body. Sliding his hands down to her ass, he grabbed her firm cheeks roughly and played with the tip of the rose poking out of her ass.



Then He pulled her tightly to him as he ground his cock into the soft fur of her pussy.
Without breaking their intimate embrace, Pragya backed toward the sand and pulled Ranga down with her. As they lay beside one another, their caresses became more frantic and they ground their bodies even more tightly together. Ranga lifted his right knee into Pragya’s crotch and she slowly began to rub her pussy against him.

After a few moments, his hand reached down to replace his knee. Ranga’s  fingers began to play between Pragya’s legs, sliding through her soft brown pubic hair and massaging her pussy until his middle finger slid into her hot, moist hole.

Pragya moaned and her legs involuntarily parted further to allow him even greater access to her cunt. He began probing her cunt deeply with his finger while using his thumb to massage her clit. Pragya’s body began to respond as if she was trying to capture his invading finger deep inside her. Pragya’s pussy getting wetter as Ranga leaned over to suck one of her nipples into his mouth.

Ranga slid a second finger into Pragya’s glistening cunt and she wantonly spread her legs wide apart, moaning and rolling her hips in a fucking motion as his fingers sawed in and out of her. Occasionally he would pull his wet fingers out of her furry hole and rub them rapidly over her clit, bringing tiny gasps from Pragya’s lips.

Then Ranga started using his fingers like a piston, hammering faster and faster into her silky wetness.

Pragya - “That’s it, baby. Do it just like that. You’re getting me so hot. You’re going to make me come,” she cried, her hips rising completely off the sand as Ranga’s fingers squished in and out of her gaping pussy.

As she strained toward his probing fingers, Pragya get that familiar look on her face. Her stomach muscles began to tighten and her head raised off the ground. She reached down to pull his fingers as deeply as she could get them inside her. Her hips bucking uncontrollably, she groaned loudly as her orgasm washed over her.

Pragya lay there a moment catching her breath. When Ranga finally pulled his fingers out of her, Pragya’s cunt lips were red and swollen and his fingers were covered with her sweet juices. He licked them clean as Pragya recovered.

Pragya - “Jaan, that was so good,” she said, raising herself to a sitting position. “Now I want to taste that big cock of yours.”

Pushing Ranga onto his back, Pragya reached down and grasped his cock with one hand and his balls in the other. She pumped the stiff rod up and down in her fist as she cradled his balls. After a few moments of jerking him off, Pragya lay down on her stomach with her head leaning over his belly and his big cock pointed directly at her face.

Pragya’s tongue snaked out, licking around the engorged head of Ranga’s cock as he pushed his hips upwards, trying to drive the fleshy shaft into her pretty mouth. Pragya pulled her head back, taking just the head between her soft lips as she slowly continued to jerk the shaft up and down in her hand.

Pragya - “Bhava, you raw taste is making me addicted to you,” Pragya said, turning her head to look into Ranga’s glazed eyes as she continued to pump his dick.

Pragya -  “Do you like it when I suck it?”

Ranga - “Yes, bitch suck on it,” he commanded .

Pragya - “Do you want to come in my mouth?” She asked, bending over to lick up and down the shaft of his dick as if it were a thick lollypop.

Ranga  - “Yes, bitch , make me come already ,” he groaned.

Pragya moaned as she slowly took his cock between her lips. Holding him upright in her fist, she bobbed her head up and down until his cock was slippery with her saliva,  Ranga was in for one of Pragya’s famous sloppy, wet blowjobs as she dribbled spit over his dick and started pumping it loosely in her fist.

As he began fucking upward into her saliva- lubricated hand, she put the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck hard. Occasionally she plunged her mouth all the way down the shaft of his cock until her lips brushed against his pubic hair.

Pragya’s pretty face being penetrated over and over again by Ranga’s rock-hard cock, her cheeks hollow and her pink lips wrapped tightly around him as she eagerly pumped and twisted the slick shaft with her hand. As he grew more and more excited, Ranga reached down and grabbed her head in both hands, entwining his fingers in her soft brown hair and fucking her mouth faster and deeper.

 His ass humped upwards as he roughly plunged his throbbing cock relentlessly through my wife’s fist and into her lewdly open mouth. She kept up with every thrust, looking into his eyes and welcoming his assault as he approached his orgasm.

Ranga - “I’m going to come,” he shouted.



Instead of pulling away, Pragya kept the head of his cock in her mouth and milked him with her hand as he came. I could see her sucking hard on the end of his dick and swallowing as quickly as she could as his hot semen spurted into her mouth, but apparently there was too much for her to handle.

 She choked briefly as he drove his spasming member deeply down her throat and a thick glob of white come trickled down her chin and onto her hand. She scooped it up and rubbed it all over his cock, continuing to suck on him as his climax abated.

Pragya  - “AHH, I love your raw milk and the mixed ditty smell,” she told him when she finally removed his cock from her mouth. It was covered with a slick mixture of his come and her saliva, and she licked it up and down until it was clean.

Ranga pulled her up to lie next to him and they kissed, his tongue burrowing into her sensuous mouth where his dick had been just moments before. Pragya continued to massage his still-erect cock.

Pragya - “I want you to fuck me with this big dick,” she  hissed. “I want to feel it all the way inside me.”

She swung one leg over Ranga’s body so she was suspended over him on her knees and elbows. Her long hair fell down across both their faces and her breasts hung heavily from her slender body as she reached between her legs to hold his cock upright.

With her legs spread wide, I could see her pussy juices flowing freely as she rubbed the bulbous head of his dick up and down her gaping pink slit. Her cunt lips were peeled wide open and she massaged her clit with his cock, getting both of them more excited by the second.



Finally neither of them could take the suspense any longer. She slid her wet pussy slowly down his cock as he thrust upward. Her pussy stretched to swallow him inch by inch until he was buried all the way inside my wife’s hot cunt.

Pragya squirmed as she adjusted to the size of the cock lodged deeply inside her beautiful young body. Then she slowly began to move her hips, grinding her clit on the fleshy pole. After a few moments, she sat upright and reached one hand behind her to massage his balls. Ranga reached up and began squeezing her breasts in his hands and Pragya started talking dirty to him as she slid her wet cunt up and down his thick shaft.

Pragya - “Oh, Bhava, your dick feels so good inside me. It’s so big and hard. You make my pussy feel so good. I want to come all over your dick,” she chanted as she bounced on Ranga’s dick.

Ranga started fucking her harder and Pragya fell forward on her hands. As he thrust his pole into her tight pussy, she flung herself back so she could take all of him inside her on each stroke. Each time he pulled out, I could see his organ coated with a slick layer of Pragya’s pussy juice.

The blowjob Ranga had received apparently allowed him to hold off his orgasm and he pummeled my wife’s sweet pussy over and over again, making her squeal in obvious delight.

Suddenly he flipped her over on her back. His dick popped out and Pragya reached down desperately to grab the slick shaft and stuff it back inside her steaming hole. Her beautiful breasts rolled back and forth on her chest like waves on the ocean as Ranga fucked her with long strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way out before driving it back into her again.

Pragya reached down into the soft fleshy skin between her legs and began rapidly diddling her clit with her fingers as Ranga fucked her, his balls slapping against her ass and hitting her butt plugg making her more excited on each stroke. It didn’t take long for both of them to go over the edge.

Pragya wrapped her legs around Ranga’s back and pulled him to her as tightly as she could. She thrust her hips upwards, allowing him to drive his erupting dick over and over into her spasming cunt.

 He bellowed like a bull as he came, violently slamming his cock into her while he spilled his seed deeply into her belly. 
Pragya’s breath was coming in short gasps and she ground her pussy against him as her orgasm washed over her.

Ranga eventually collapsed on top of her and Pragya clung tightly to him as they told each other how much they had enjoyed their lovemaking. After a few moments, Ranga rolled off her and lay on his back, his large erection of a few moments before shriveling back to normal size. Pragya’s legs remained wide apart as she returned to earth, and  Ranga’s semen dribbling out of her red, swollen cunt.