11-05-2026, 07:11 PM
The Orchid Banquet Hall pulsed with soft music, dim golden lighting, and the murmur of conversations. The atmosphere was elegant yet carried an undercurrent of sensuality. But for three men in the room, the entire party had narrowed down to one woman — Ananya, glowing in her pink chiffon saree.
Vicky stood near the bar, whiskey glass in hand, eyes devouring Ananya from afar. Fuck… what a body. Those heavy 34D breasts straining against that tight blouse, that impossibly narrow waist, and that massive, juicy ass swaying under the pink saree. Rajesh’s wife looks like a goddess built for sin. I will fuck her. I will rip that pallu off and bury my cock between those tits, in that deep navel, and deep in her tight married pussy. She will moan my name while her husband works under me like a slave.
Arjun, who had sneaked into the party as his brother’s guest, stood in a corner, staring hungrily. Madam… that same pink saree hugging every curve I touched. I already made you moan when I held your hips. Soon I’ll make you scream when I fuck that deep, hot navel you hide so well.
Rohan, Vicky’s muscular gym-owner friend, sipped his drink slowly, his eyes locked on Ananya’s swaying hips. Look at that ass. So round and bouncy. I want to bend her over and pound her from behind while those big tits swing. What a piece of meat.
On the other side, Priya watched with cold arrogance and dark excitement. This is the bitch who slapped my devar. Soon she’ll be on her knees, sucking cock and begging.
Payal, who had come as a guest of Priya, felt a twisted thrill of jealousy and arousal. Beautiful Ananya… everyone wants to fuck you. Your perfect breasts, tiny waist, juicy ass, and that deep navel. I can’t wait to watch you break.
Ananya stood alone in a quiet corner of the hall, feeling the weight of multiple hungry gazes on her body. She nervously adjusted her pallu, trying to cover more of her midriff, unaware that the pink saree was clinging to her curves like a second skin.
Vicky approached Rajesh with a charming smile. “Rajesh, your wife is so beautiful. I didn’t expect you to have such a stunning wife. She looks absolutely gorgeous in this pink saree.”
Rajesh’s face turned red with a mix of pride and embarrassment. “Thank you, Sir,” he replied politely.
Vicky placed a hand on Rajesh’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go and check on the food arrangements? Make sure everything is perfect for the guests.”
Rajesh nodded obediently and left, leaving Ananya alone.
Vicky walked straight toward her with confident strides, a predatory smile on his face. Ananya stood nervously, holding a glass of juice.
“Mrs. Rajesh,” Vicky said smoothly, stopping close to her, “do you want a drink? Something stronger perhaps?”
Ananya smiled politely and shook her head. “No thank you, Sir. I don’t drink.”
Vicky’s eyes shamelessly roamed over her body. The pink saree dbangd low on her hips, accentuating her narrow waist and the dramatic flare of her wide hips. Her full 34D breasts rose and fell gently with every breath, the deep neckline of the blouse offering a tempting hint of cleavage. Her round, juicy ass looked incredibly inviting from the side.
“You are so beautiful, Ananya,” Vicky said, his voice dropping to a husky tone. “Rajesh is a very lucky man. You both make a good pair… but honestly, a woman as stunning as you deserves to be worshipped properly.”
Ananya felt uncomfortable under his intense stare. His eyes kept dropping to her breasts and then lower to her hips and ass. She shifted slightly, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and awareness. He seems like a gentleman… powerful, influential. Should I tell him about Arjun? Maybe he can help. But what if he judges me?
Vicky stepped a little closer. “Is everything alright, Ananya? You look a bit tense.”
Ananya hesitated for a long moment, her heart racing. After thinking hard, she decided to take a chance. Lowering her voice, she spoke nervously.
“Sir… actually, there is a problem. Your brother Arjun… he has been misbehaving with me in college. He harassed me, grabbed my hips, threatened me, and… he recorded a video of me kissing him under blackmail. He is threatening to spread it. Sir, please don’t tell this to my husband. It will create more problems. Please help me get that video back from him. I beg you…”
Vicky listened with a calm face, but inside he was thrilled. His cock twitched in his pants as he imagined Ananya’s soft lips on his brother’s mouth. He stared openly at her heaving breasts and the way her pink saree hugged her body.
He placed a hand lightly on her arm, feeling her soft, warm skin. “Don’t worry, Ananya. I will solve your problem. A beautiful woman like you should not suffer like this. I will talk to Arjun and get that video deleted. I will take care of everything.”
Ananya’s face lit up with relief. “Thank you so much, Sir…”
“But,” Vicky continued coldly, his grip on her arm tightening slightly, “you will have to give me a favour in return.”
Ananya froze. Her heart sank. “Favour… Sir?”
Vicky’s eyes darkened with lust. He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear as he whispered, “Yes, Ananya. A very personal favour. You are an incredibly beautiful and hot woman. That body of yours… those big, soft breasts… this tiny waist… and this massive, juicy ass… I want to enjoy them. Spend some private time with me. Let me taste what Rajesh gets to enjoy every night.”
Ananya’s eyes widened in shock. She stepped back, face turning pale. “Sir… what are you saying? I am a married woman… this is wrong…”
She got incredible angry and a slap given to him..... I will die I won't do such things you perverted... She scold... But To be his Goodluck no body watched... He is very high in angry... And she left to her husband and asked him to go.. I am not feeling well she told to Rajesh....
Yo be continued..........
Vicky stood near the bar, whiskey glass in hand, eyes devouring Ananya from afar. Fuck… what a body. Those heavy 34D breasts straining against that tight blouse, that impossibly narrow waist, and that massive, juicy ass swaying under the pink saree. Rajesh’s wife looks like a goddess built for sin. I will fuck her. I will rip that pallu off and bury my cock between those tits, in that deep navel, and deep in her tight married pussy. She will moan my name while her husband works under me like a slave.
Arjun, who had sneaked into the party as his brother’s guest, stood in a corner, staring hungrily. Madam… that same pink saree hugging every curve I touched. I already made you moan when I held your hips. Soon I’ll make you scream when I fuck that deep, hot navel you hide so well.
Rohan, Vicky’s muscular gym-owner friend, sipped his drink slowly, his eyes locked on Ananya’s swaying hips. Look at that ass. So round and bouncy. I want to bend her over and pound her from behind while those big tits swing. What a piece of meat.
On the other side, Priya watched with cold arrogance and dark excitement. This is the bitch who slapped my devar. Soon she’ll be on her knees, sucking cock and begging.
Payal, who had come as a guest of Priya, felt a twisted thrill of jealousy and arousal. Beautiful Ananya… everyone wants to fuck you. Your perfect breasts, tiny waist, juicy ass, and that deep navel. I can’t wait to watch you break.
Ananya stood alone in a quiet corner of the hall, feeling the weight of multiple hungry gazes on her body. She nervously adjusted her pallu, trying to cover more of her midriff, unaware that the pink saree was clinging to her curves like a second skin.
Vicky approached Rajesh with a charming smile. “Rajesh, your wife is so beautiful. I didn’t expect you to have such a stunning wife. She looks absolutely gorgeous in this pink saree.”
Rajesh’s face turned red with a mix of pride and embarrassment. “Thank you, Sir,” he replied politely.
Vicky placed a hand on Rajesh’s shoulder. “Why don’t you go and check on the food arrangements? Make sure everything is perfect for the guests.”
Rajesh nodded obediently and left, leaving Ananya alone.
Vicky walked straight toward her with confident strides, a predatory smile on his face. Ananya stood nervously, holding a glass of juice.
“Mrs. Rajesh,” Vicky said smoothly, stopping close to her, “do you want a drink? Something stronger perhaps?”
Ananya smiled politely and shook her head. “No thank you, Sir. I don’t drink.”
Vicky’s eyes shamelessly roamed over her body. The pink saree dbangd low on her hips, accentuating her narrow waist and the dramatic flare of her wide hips. Her full 34D breasts rose and fell gently with every breath, the deep neckline of the blouse offering a tempting hint of cleavage. Her round, juicy ass looked incredibly inviting from the side.
“You are so beautiful, Ananya,” Vicky said, his voice dropping to a husky tone. “Rajesh is a very lucky man. You both make a good pair… but honestly, a woman as stunning as you deserves to be worshipped properly.”
Ananya felt uncomfortable under his intense stare. His eyes kept dropping to her breasts and then lower to her hips and ass. She shifted slightly, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and awareness. He seems like a gentleman… powerful, influential. Should I tell him about Arjun? Maybe he can help. But what if he judges me?
Vicky stepped a little closer. “Is everything alright, Ananya? You look a bit tense.”
Ananya hesitated for a long moment, her heart racing. After thinking hard, she decided to take a chance. Lowering her voice, she spoke nervously.
“Sir… actually, there is a problem. Your brother Arjun… he has been misbehaving with me in college. He harassed me, grabbed my hips, threatened me, and… he recorded a video of me kissing him under blackmail. He is threatening to spread it. Sir, please don’t tell this to my husband. It will create more problems. Please help me get that video back from him. I beg you…”
Vicky listened with a calm face, but inside he was thrilled. His cock twitched in his pants as he imagined Ananya’s soft lips on his brother’s mouth. He stared openly at her heaving breasts and the way her pink saree hugged her body.
He placed a hand lightly on her arm, feeling her soft, warm skin. “Don’t worry, Ananya. I will solve your problem. A beautiful woman like you should not suffer like this. I will talk to Arjun and get that video deleted. I will take care of everything.”
Ananya’s face lit up with relief. “Thank you so much, Sir…”
“But,” Vicky continued coldly, his grip on her arm tightening slightly, “you will have to give me a favour in return.”
Ananya froze. Her heart sank. “Favour… Sir?”
Vicky’s eyes darkened with lust. He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear as he whispered, “Yes, Ananya. A very personal favour. You are an incredibly beautiful and hot woman. That body of yours… those big, soft breasts… this tiny waist… and this massive, juicy ass… I want to enjoy them. Spend some private time with me. Let me taste what Rajesh gets to enjoy every night.”
Ananya’s eyes widened in shock. She stepped back, face turning pale. “Sir… what are you saying? I am a married woman… this is wrong…”
She got incredible angry and a slap given to him..... I will die I won't do such things you perverted... She scold... But To be his Goodluck no body watched... He is very high in angry... And she left to her husband and asked him to go.. I am not feeling well she told to Rajesh....
Yo be continued..........
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