Adultery Deepa - An innocent Wife and Elder sister and her sacrification

[Suresh@123]

Deepa stood frozen in the center of Room 415, her body covered in a thin layer of nervous sweat. The tiny red micro-bra was barely holding her heavy breasts, the dark nipples clearly visible and stiff against the thin lace. The micro-panty was a complete humiliation — the front triangle only just covering her smooth, swollen pussy lips, while the thin string at the back had vanished entirely between her plump, juicy ass cheeks, leaving her full, round buttocks completely bare and exposed.
Her arms were still raised high above her head, as Johnny had ordered earlier. She was blindfolded, breathing fast and shallow. Her heart was racing — LUB DUB… LUB DUB… LUB DUB…
She had no idea that Raju and Rakesh were now in the room, standing a few feet away, their eyes wide with lust as they stared at the nearly naked married woman.
Johnny’s voice was low and commanding.
“Keep your arms up, Deepa. Don’t lower them even for a second. My friends are here to enjoy you. They have been waiting to see how a respectable housewife looks when she is reduced to this.”
Deepa’s voice cracked with panic. “Johnny… please… not your friends… I can’t… I’m a married woman… this is too much…”
But Johnny only chuckled softly. He stepped closer. His fingertips brushed her smooth underarms, making her shiver violently.
“So soft… so sensitive,” he whispered.
He dragged his hot tongue slowly along one underarm. Deepa’s body jerked hard.
“HAAAAAAA…!”
A loud, broken moan escaped her lips. Her knees buckled slightly.
Raju and Rakesh watched with hungry eyes, their cocks hardening as they saw the innocent woman moaning from just a tongue on her armpit.
Johnny continued the slow worship. He licked both underarms thoroughly, tasting her nervous sweat, sucking the soft skin while his hands finally moved to her heavy breasts.
He cupped them from below, lifting their full weight, squeezing them possessively. His thumbs circled just below her aching nipples, teasing her mercilessly.
Deepa’s breathing became ragged.
“Haaaa… haaaaa… Johnny… please…”
He finally took one stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked deeply, rhythmically, pulling it hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive tip. His other hand rolled and pinched the second nipple.
Deepa’s loud, shameless moans filled the room.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Yes… like that… haaaaa! Ahhhhhh!!!”
Her body trembled uncontrollably. Her heavy breasts bounced as she shook. Raju and Rakesh stared openly, their breathing heavy.
Johnny poured warm scented oil over her breasts and massaged them deeply — squeezing, kneading, sucking, licking, gently biting her nipples until they were swollen, red, and hypersensitive. Deepa was crying and moaning loudly.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Johnny… I can’t… AHHHHHHHH!!! I’m going to cum… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Her first orgasm hit her just from her breasts.
Deepa screamed.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I’M CUMMING!!! FROM MY BREASTS!!! AHHHHHHH!!!”
Hot juices gushed down her thighs. Her body convulsed. Her loud, broken moans echoed through the villa as she came hard, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly.
Johnny didn’t stop. He moved lower.... To pussy... Rubbing...


Her tummy quivered violently. Her loud moans became hoarse and desperate.
Raju and Rakesh watched with lust-filled eyes, their cocks throbbing as they saw the beautiful married woman trembling and moaning while Johnny worshipped her navel.
Johnny finally dropped to his knees. He spread her thick thighs wide and started licking her pussy with excruciating slowness. Long, flat strokes from her ass to her clit. Sucking her swollen lips. Tongue-fucking her leaking hole. He avoided her clit for a long time, making her suffer.
Deepa was moaning like a whore now.
“Please… please suck my clit… I can’t take it… haaaaa… Johnny please!”
When he finally sucked her swollen clit into his mouth and pushed two thick fingers deep inside her, curling them perfectly, Deepa exploded.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! JOHNNYYYYYYYY!!! I’M CUMMING!!! AHHHHHH!!!”
Her second squirt was violent. Hot fluid gushed out around his fingers. Her body convulsed. Her loud, broken screams echoed as she squirted again and again.
Raju and Rakesh watched in awe, their cocks straining in their pants.
Johnny stood up, turned her around, bent her over the bed, and thrust his thick 9-inch cock deep inside her.
Deepa screamed in ecstasy.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!!! So deep… AHHHHHH!!! You’re so much bigger than Charan… haaaaaaaa!!!”
He fucked her with long, deep, dominant strokes while Raju and Rakesh watched, their eyes glued to her bouncing breasts and jiggling ass.
“Tell me, slut,” Johnny growled, “does your husband’s small cock ever reach this deep?”
“No… no… his is so small… yours fills me completely… AHHHHHH!!! Fuck me harder… please… HAAAAAAA!!!”



Deepa was bent over the edge of the bed, her upper body pressed against the black silk sheets, her plump ass raised high. The tiny red micro-panty string had been pulled aside, leaving her completely exposed. Johnny stood behind her, gripping her wide hips tightly as he thrust his thick 9-inch cock deep inside her with long, powerful strokes.
Her loud, broken moans filled the room.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!!! So deep… AHHHHHH!!! You’re so much bigger than Charan… haaaaaaaa!!!”
Johnny fucked her with slow, deliberate, dominant strokes — pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in, grinding his thick head against her cervix. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly beneath her. Her deep navel pressed against the bed with every thrust. Her thick thighs trembled.
The second orgasm was building fast.
Deepa’s voice was hoarse and desperate.
“Johnny… I’m close… haaaaa… I’m going to cum again… AHHHHHH!!!”
Just as her pussy started clenching around his thick cock, her phone rang on the bedside table.
The screen flashed: Charan.
Deepa’s eyes widened behind the blindfold. Panic flooded her.
“Johnny… stop… it’s Charan… please stop… AHHH!!!”
But Johnny didn’t stop. He kept thrusting deep and slow, his thick cock stretching her walls perfectly.
“Answer it,” he growled, voice dark with lust. “Answer your husband while I fuck you.”
Deepa panicked. She reached out blindly, removed the blindfold with shaking hands, and grabbed the phone. Her face was flushed, eyes glassy with pleasure.
She answered the call, trying to sound normal.
“H-Hi jaan… how are you?” she said, her voice shaky.
Charan’s warm voice came through. “Jaan, I’m still stuck in the meeting. I’ll be late tonight. How are you and Rahul? Are you both enjoying the resort?”
At that exact moment, Johnny pinched both of her swollen nipples hard from behind and thrust deep into her.
“Hhhhhh…!” A sharp, suppressed moan escaped Deepa’s lips.
She bit her lip hard, trying to control herself.
Charan sounded concerned. “What happened? Your voice sounds different. Are you okay?”
Deepa’s body was trembling. Johnny continued fucking her slowly but deeply, his thick cock dragging against her sensitive walls. He pinched and rolled her nipples again, making her breasts bounce.
“I-I’m fine… haaa… just… mosquitoes biting… ahhh… it’s nothing…” she managed to say, her voice breathy and strained.
Johnny smirked and increased his pace slightly, his heavy balls slapping against her clit. His hands squeezed her breasts roughly from behind.
Deepa’s eyes rolled back. She tried desperately to keep her voice steady.
Charan chuckled. “Mosquitoes? Poor thing. Apply some cream. I miss you already. Tell Rahul I said hi.”
Deepa’s pussy clenched hard around Johnny’s cock. She was so close again.
“Yes… I’ll tell him… haaa… I miss you too, jaan…” she whispered, her voice cracking as Johnny thrust particularly deep, hitting her cervix.
From the side, Raju and Rakesh watched with wicked grins, their cocks hard in their pants. They were enjoying the sight of the married woman trying to talk to her husband while getting fucked from behind.
Johnny leaned over her back and whispered hotly in her free ear, “Tell him how much you love him… while my cock is buried deep inside you.”
Deepa’s voice trembled. “I… I love you, Charan… so much…”
Charan’s voice softened. “I love you too, jaan. Rest well. I’ll try to come back soon.”
The call ended.
The moment the line went dead, Deepa screamed.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! JOHNNYYYYYYYY!!! I’m cumming… I’m cumming so hard… AHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Her second orgasm exploded violently. Her pussy clenched and squirted around Johnny’s thick cock, hot juices spraying down her thighs. Her body convulsed, loud, broken screams tearing from her throat as she came harder than ever before.
Raju and Rakesh laughed softly, their eyes gleaming with lust.
Johnny continued fucking her through the orgasm, his thick cock pounding her relentlessly.
“Such a good married slut,” he growled. “Talking to your husband while getting fucked by me. Did you feel guilty? Or did it make you cum harder?”
Deepa could only moan brokenly, her body still shaking with aftershocks.
The three men laughed darkly, enjoying the complete corruption of the innocent housewife.
The slow, humiliating game was far from over......


To be continued.......