Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

The next day, Ananya arrived at college wearing a elegant saffron-yellow cotton saree. The fabric was soft and clung gently to her voluptuous figure. Her pallu was pinned high and tight across her full 34D breasts, yet the starched material still outlined the heavy swell with every breath. The saree sat low on her hips, subtly accentuating her dramatic waist-to-hip ratio, though she had carefully adjusted everything to remain modest.
She taught her first lecture with her usual grace, but her mind kept wandering. The anonymous videos, Payal’s filthy suggestions, Vicky’s lingering touch on her bare hip last night — everything was stirring something dangerous inside her.
After the first class ended, she moved to the next classroom where Arjun’s batch was waiting. As soon as she entered, Arjun stood up respectfully along with the other students.
“Good morning, Madam,” he said politely, his voice calm and normal.
Ananya felt strange. The same boy who had grabbed her hips, blown hot air on her navel, and blackmailed her into kissing him was now sitting attentively, taking notes, and listening carefully. He no longer stared lewdly. His behavior was impeccable.
During the lecture, whenever she glanced at him, Arjun gave her a small, respectful nod. It confused her deeply. How did Vicky Sir change him so completely?
After the bell rang and students began leaving, Ananya called Arjun softly.
“Arjun, can you stay for a minute?”
He walked up to her desk obediently. “Yes, Madam?”
Ananya spoke gently, “I just wanted to say… thank you. You understood the classes properly today, and… thank you for deleting that video and stopping all the harassment. I really appreciate it.”
Arjun smiled politely on the surface. “No, no, Madam. It was all my fault. My arrogant nature made me do those horrible things. I am truly sorry. It will never happen again.”
But deep inside Arjun’s mind, dark, filthy thoughts raged:
My little bitch… acting all innocent and grateful. Look at those soft, juicy lips I kissed. Those big eyes. I can still feel how your heavy tits pressed against me. One day soon, I will fuck you in every hole — your mouth, your tight pussy, and especially that deep, sexy navel you hide so proudly. I will make you scream my name while your husband waits at home like a cuckold.
His eyes lingered shamelessly for a moment on her soft, plump lips, then dropped to her large, expressive eyes, and tried to catch even a hint of cleavage. Unfortunately for him, Ananya’s pallu was pinned too securely, hiding her deep cleavage and midriff completely.
Ananya smiled softly. “If you have any doubts in future, feel free to ask. I’ll explain properly.”
Arjun nodded respectfully and left.








Ananya gathered her books and walked toward the staff room, feeling a strange sense of relief mixed with lingering unease. As she entered the empty staff room and kept her bag on the table, suddenly two soft hands covered her eyes from behind.
“Who… who is this?” Ananya asked, surprised, a small smile forming on her lips.
A sweet, playful voice whispered close to her ear, “Guess who?”
Ananya laughed softly. “Payal… it’s you, right?”
Payal removed her hands and hugged Ananya from behind tightly, pressing her body fully against Ananya’s back. “Yes, only me, my beautiful didi,” she giggled cutely.
Payal’s hands didn’t leave Ananya’s body. She gently stroked Ananya’s smooth neck with her fingertips, tracing slow, sensual circles. “Your skin is so soft… so smooth, Ananya. Like silk. I love touching you.”
Ananya shivered at the intimate touch. “Payal… what are you doing?”
Payal didn’t stop. Her hands slowly moved downward, caressing Ananya’s shoulders, then sliding along her back. She pressed both palms firmly on Ananya’s upper back, massaging gently.
“Mmmmmm…” A soft, involuntary moan escaped Ananya’s lips. The sound was low, breathy, and unmistakably sensual.
Payal smiled against her ear. “See? Your body is so responsive. So soft… so warm.” Her hands moved lower, pressing and kneading Ananya’s lower back sensually. “Your curves are perfect. This narrow waist… these wide hips…”
Ananya’s breathing quickened. Another soft moan slipped out as Payal’s hands boldly moved to her sides and squeezed her hips gently but firmly.
“Ahh…” Ananya closed her eyes, a deep blush spreading across her face. Her body was reacting strongly — nipples hardening, a warm wetness forming between her thighs.
Payal whispered hotly, “Why are you blushing so much, Ananya? Tell me… for whom is this blush? I know very well…”
Ananya tried to sound angry, but her voice came out weak and aroused. “Payal… stop it. You are talking nonsense.”
Payal chuckled softly and pressed her body tighter against Ananya’s back, her own breasts rubbing against her. One hand stayed on Ananya’s hip, squeezing rhythmically, while the other slowly traced upward along her waist, dangerously close to the edge of her pallu.
“Your body is betraying you, didi,” Payal murmured seductively. “So soft… so sensitive… I can feel you shivering. Are you thinking about Vicky Sir? Or those videos? Or maybe imagining someone worshipping this beautiful deep navel of yours?”
Ananya’s knees felt weak. She gripped the edge of the table, biting her lower lip to suppress another moan. The combination of Payal’s skilled touches, her dirty words, and the lingering effect of the anonymous videos was making her extremely aroused.
“Payal… please…” Ananya whispered, her voice trembling with both embarrassment and desire.
Payal finally stepped back slightly, but not before giving Ananya’s juicy hip one last firm squeeze.
She turned Ananya around gently and looked into her flushed face with a mischievous smile. “Don’t worry, didi. Your secret is safe with me. But remember… your body wants more attention. And powerful men like Vicky Sir know exactly how to give it.”
Ananya stood there breathing heavily, pallu slightly disheveled, cheeks burning, and a noticeable dampness between her thighs. She felt ashamed of her body’s reaction, yet the strange, forbidden thrill refused to fade.









And she told to Ananya " Ananya please understand you should change your dressing style.". Your soft thin
waist you should tie your saree below. And wear sleeveless blouses. As you look more beautiful... Payal told shut up.. Payal told not in college but later in home or outside. Next again she told Vicky sir also likes soft sleeveless arms and saree tied well below navel...... Then Ananya asked how you know? Payal.
Payal replies " Vicky sir wife Priya my classmate and she wearing same like I asked then she told my husband's likes sleeveless arms and cleavage and nave and tummy..".. Ananya blushes....



To be continued..............