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For the next seven days, Ananya tried desperately to distance herself from everything related to Vicky.
She woke up early every morning, made fresh breakfast for Rajesh with extra care, and kissed him goodbye with genuine affection. She spent more time with him in the evenings — helping him with office files, listening to his stories about work, and making love to him with renewed passion, as if trying to wash away her sins through devotion. Rajesh was overjoyed by the sudden closeness and showered her with love in return.
In college, she kept her pallu pinned higher than ever, wore the most modest sarees she owned, and avoided any conversation that could lead to Vicky. She even changed her phone number’s notification settings so she wouldn’t see any messages from unknown numbers.
But avoidance was not easy.
Every night, when Rajesh fell asleep, memories flooded back. She remembered Vicky’s hot mouth on her nipples, his tongue thrusting deep into her navel, his thick, hard cock pressed against her soft tummy. Her body would heat up against her will. She would lie awake, thighs pressed together, feeling guilty pleasure and crushing shame at the same time.
Why can’t I forget? Why does my body still react when I think of him? Rajesh loves me so much… and I am thinking about another man.
She cried silently many nights, hugging Rajesh tighter, whispering “I’m sorry” into his chest while he slept peacefully.
One Week Later – Staff Room
It was Thursday afternoon. The staff room was buzzing with preparations for the upcoming College Anniversary celebrations the following week. Ananya and Payal were busy making lists of cultural programs, prize distributions, and guest invitations.
After finishing most of the work, both women sat down with cups of chai. Payal looked at Ananya with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Didi, did you hear the news?” Payal asked casually, stirring her tea. “Vicky Sir is coming as the chief guest to give the Best Teacher Awards next week. The management invited him specially because of his company’s big donation to the college.”
Ananya’s hand froze mid-stir. Her heart skipped a beat. She tried to keep her voice steady.
“Oh… that’s nice,” she replied, looking down at her notes.
Payal leaned closer, lowering her voice with a teasing smile. “I think Vicky Sir is coming especially for you. He must have told the management to give you the Best Teacher Award. After all… you are his favorite, right? His secret lover…”
Ananya’s cheeks flushed instantly. She looked up sharply, eyes wide with shock.
“Shut up, Payal!” she hissed, her voice low but firm. “What nonsense are you talking? I am not his lover. I am a married woman. I have a husband who loves me more than anything. Rajesh is my everything. Don’t ever say such things again.”
Payal raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Ananya’s reaction. She took a sip of chai and continued in a playful yet insistent tone.
“Arre didi, why are you getting so serious? Just one week back you were blushing when you told me how he sucked your nipples in your own kitchen. Now suddenly you have become a strict moral wife again? What happened? Did you forget how you moaned for him?”
Ananya’s face turned deep crimson. She looked around nervously to make sure no one else was listening, then whispered angrily, “Please stop that topic, Payal. I don’t want anything from Vicky Sir. I have decided. I love my husband. I will not do anything that hurts Rajesh. That night was a mistake. A big mistake. Please… let it go.”
But even as she spoke those words firmly, deep inside Ananya’s mind, Vicky’s name sent a forbidden shiver down her spine.
Vicky Sir is coming… He will be here in college… looking at me with those intense eyes… remembering how he sucked my breasts and licked my navel…
She pressed her thighs together under the table, feeling a fresh wave of unwanted heat. The memory of his thick cock pressed against her tummy flashed in her mind. She quickly shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away.
Payal noticed the slight tremble in Ananya’s hands and the blush that refused to fade. She smiled knowingly but didn’t push further at that moment.
“Okay, didi… as you say,” Payal said sweetly, though her eyes sparkled with dark amusement. “But remember — a man like Vicky Sir doesn’t forget easily. Especially not a woman as beautiful as you.”
Ananya remained silent, staring into her chai. Her mind was in turmoil once again.
Why does his name still affect me like this? I have decided to be faithful to Rajesh. I have promised myself. Then why does my body react when I hear he is coming? Why do I feel this strange excitement mixed with fear?
She finished her chai quickly and left the staff room, trying to focus on her next lecture. But throughout the day, Payal’s words and the memory of Vicky’s touch kept returning, making her nipples harden against her blouse and her deep navel throb with remembered pleasure.
That evening, when Rajesh came home and hugged her lovingly, Ananya held him tighter than usual, silently vowing again:
I will not fall. I will not cheat on you again.
The College Anniversary celebrations were in full swing. The auditorium was beautifully decorated with flowers, colorful dbangs, and sparkling lights. Students, teachers, and guests filled the hall with excitement. The stage was set for cultural performances, followed by the prestigious Best Teacher Awards.
Ananya arrived early, dressed in a beautiful cream and gold silk saree with a high-tied pallu pinned meticulously across her chest. The saree was elegant and modest — the pallu covered her midriff completely, forming an impenetrable curtain over her deep oval navel and golden belly chain. The blouse was fitted but respectable, highlighting the graceful curve of her shoulders without revealing too much. She looked every bit the dignified, moral English lecturer — graceful, poised, and untouchable.
Payal, on the other hand, had chosen a completely different style. She wore a stunning deep red georgette saree tied deliberately low on her hips — well below her navel. The pallu was dbangd casually, often slipping to reveal a generous portion of her fair, soft tummy and the shallow but attractive navel. Her blouse was slightly tight, accentuating her curves. She looked super hot, confident, and seductive — a stark contrast to Ananya’s modesty.
Both women were busy in the staff room behind the stage, finalizing the program schedule.
“Everything looks perfect,” Payal said, smiling as she adjusted her pallu. “This is going to be a memorable evening.”
Ananya nodded, trying to focus on the work. But her mind was restless. She had avoided Vicky for a week, ignoring his messages and calls. She was determined to stay loyal to Rajesh.
The cultural events began with students dancing, singing, and performing skits. The atmosphere was lively and festive.
Then, midway through the program, a wave of murmurs spread through the hall. Vicky entered in a sharp, tailored black suit that made him look powerful and glamorous. Walking beside him was his close friend Rohan, the muscular gym owner, dressed in a stylish navy suit that highlighted his broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and powerful physique.
Everyone stood up to greet them. The principal welcomed Vicky as the chief guest with a warm speech. Vicky smiled graciously.
As they moved through the front row, Vicky and Rohan shook hands with the teachers. When they reached Ananya, Vicky extended his hand first. Ananya hesitantly placed her soft palm in his. He pressed it gently but firmly, his thumb stroking the back of her hand for a second longer than necessary. Her heart jumped and raced at high speed.
Rohan followed. He took Ananya’s hand in his strong grip, his eyes scanning her from top to toe with open appreciation. His gaze lingered shamelessly on her full breasts straining against the modest blouse, then moved down to the elegant dbang of her high pallu. He gave her a slow, predatory smile.
“Very nice to meet you, Madam,” he said, his voice deep and masculine. “You look absolutely elegant.”
Ananya felt uncomfortable under his intense stare but smiled politely and withdrew her hand.
Next was Payal. Vicky shook her hand, his eyes appreciating her bold, low-tied saree and the visible fair tummy. Rohan followed, taking her hand and scanning her body even more openly. His gaze moved from her face down to her deep cleavage, then to the side view of her breast and the exposed soft tummy with her navel peeking out. He held her hand longer, clearly mesmerized by her seductive look.
“Beautiful,” Rohan murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he stared at Payal’s side breast and bare midriff. “Very bold and attractive.”
Payal smiled confidently, enjoying the attention, while Ananya felt a strange mix of relief and unease.
The cultural events continued. Ananya tried her best to focus on the performances, but she could feel both Vicky and Rohan’s eyes on her throughout the program.
Finally, the most awaited moment arrived — the Best Teacher Awards.
The principal announced the categories. Payal and Ananya sat together in the front row of teachers, both eagerly waiting. Payal leaned toward Ananya and whispered teasingly, “I think Vicky Sir will give you the Best Teacher Award. After all, you are his favorite…”
Ananya sighed and whispered back, “Stop it, Payal. I don’t want anything from him.”
The announcer’s voice echoed: “The Best Teacher Award goes to… Professor Ananya Sharma!”
The entire hall erupted in applause. Ananya was stunned. She stood up slowly, her heart pounding. All eyes were on her as she walked gracefully to the stage. Vicky stood up with a warm smile and handed her the award.
As he gave her the trophy, he leaned in slightly and whispered near her ear, his breath hot against her skin:
“Beautiful woman with a beautiful mind… Why did you change your number? Why are you not contacting me? I’ve been waiting for you.”
Ananya’s body trembled at his closeness and words. She quickly took the award, thanked him politely without meeting his eyes, and returned to her seat, avoiding him as much as possible.
Payal received the Second Best Teacher Award. She was surprised and genuinely happy, smiling brightly as she received it from Vicky. But inside, a storm of jealousy raged.
Why her again? Why does Ananya always get the first prize, the attention, the desire? I am the one working behind the scenes, pushing her into this mess, and yet she gets the spotlight. Her beauty… her body… even Vicky and Rohan can’t resist her.
Payal clapped along with everyone, but her smile was tight. Her eyes burned with envy as she watched Ananya holding the award, looking graceful and modest in her high-tied saree.
The event continued with more performances and speeches. Vicky and Rohan’s eyes kept finding both women throughout the evening — Vicky’s gaze intense and possessive on Ananya, Rohan’s more openly lustful, scanning both their bodies whenever he could.
After the program ended, Ananya left the event early with a heavy heart, clutching her award. She felt a strange mix of pride and guilt. Rajesh had called earlier, congratulating her warmly. His love made her decision to avoid Vicky even stronger.
But Vicky and Rohan were not men who gave up easily.
And Payal’s jealousy was growing into something far more dangerous.
After the award ceremony, Vicky sent a message through the principal requesting a private meeting with Ananya and Payal in his temporary cabin inside the college administrative block. “Just to discuss future academic collaborations and donations,” he had said politely.
Ananya tried to refuse, but Payal insisted, “Didi, we can’t say no to the chief guest. It will look bad.”
Reluctantly, Ananya followed Payal to the cabin. Vicky was waiting inside, looking powerful in his sharp black suit. He closed the door and locked it softly.
“Sit down, both of you,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.
Ananya sat on the edge of the couch, pallu wrapped tightly around her. Payal sat beside her, looking excited. Vicky leaned against the desk, his eyes moving between them.
“Ananya, I want to talk to you first. Alone,” he said.
Payal smiled knowingly and stepped outside, closing the door behind her.
Conversation with Ananya
Ananya sat nervously, avoiding his eyes. Vicky walked closer and stood in front of her.
“Why are you avoiding me, Ananya?” he asked directly, his voice low. “You changed your number. You’re not replying to my messages. After everything that happened between us… you suddenly disappeared.”
Ananya’s hands trembled in her lap. She kept her pallu tightly pinned, trying to hide every inch of skin.
“Sir… please,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I am a married woman. I love my husband very much. Rajesh is a good man. He works hard for me. I cannot betray him again. That night in the kitchen… it was a mistake. A big mistake. I was weak. Please forgive me, but I don’t want anything more. I want to be faithful to my husband.”
Vicky stepped closer, towering over her. He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“You say you love your husband,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “But your body betrayed you that night. You moaned so sweetly when I sucked your nipples. Your deep navel quivered under my tongue. Your pussy was soaking wet. Tell me honestly, Ananya… when you are with Rajesh now, do you think about me?”
Ananya’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head, but her voice was weak. “No… Sir… please don’t say such things. I am trying to forget everything. I want to be a good wife.”
Vicky smiled darkly. “You can try, beautiful. But your body remembers. It remembers how good it felt. And I remember too. Your soft breasts in my mouth… your trembling tummy… that deep, perfect navel… I want more of you, Ananya. Much more.”
Ananya stood up quickly, trembling. “I can’t, Sir. Please understand. I love Rajesh. I cannot do this.”
She turned and walked out of the cabin without waiting for his reply, her heart pounding, guilt and confusion swirling inside her.
Conversation with Payal
A few minutes later, Payal entered the cabin, closing the door behind her. She stood confidently, her deep red saree tied low, showing her fair tummy and shallow navel.
Vicky’s eyes darkened with appreciation as he looked at her.
“Payal… you look incredibly hot tonight,” he said, his voice husky. “That low saree… showing your smooth tummy and navel… you know exactly how to dress to make a man lose control.”
Payal blushed, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Thank you, Sir.”
Vicky stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth. Payal moaned softly, kissing him back with hunger. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts through the blouse before sliding down to her exposed tummy.
He broke the kiss and knelt in front of her. With both hands, he pushed her saree even lower, fully exposing her fair midriff and shallow navel. He leaned in and kissed her navel softly at first, then licked it deeply, pushing his tongue inside the hollow.
Payal gasped, her hands gripping his hair. “Ahhh… Sir…”
Vicky sucked on her navel hungrily, his tongue thrusting in and out, making her moan louder. He looked up at her while still licking.
“You are doing a great job, Payal,” he said between licks. “Keep pushing Ananya. Make her weak. Bring her to me. Make her come with you whenever I call. I want both of you. Together.”
Payal moaned, her hips rolling against his face. “Yes, Sir… I will… I will make her fall… I promise.”
Vicky stood up, kissing her again, his hand still pressing into her navel.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her lips. “The more you bring Ananya to me, the more I will reward you. Now go… and start working on her.”
Payal left the cabin with flushed cheeks and a satisfied, jealous smile.
Ananya was waiting outside, looking anxious. Payal took her arm and smiled sweetly.
“Let’s go home, didi,” she said. “Everything is fine.”
But inside, Payal’s mind was racing with plans to push Ananya deeper into Vicky’s trap.
She woke up early every morning, made fresh breakfast for Rajesh with extra care, and kissed him goodbye with genuine affection. She spent more time with him in the evenings — helping him with office files, listening to his stories about work, and making love to him with renewed passion, as if trying to wash away her sins through devotion. Rajesh was overjoyed by the sudden closeness and showered her with love in return.
In college, she kept her pallu pinned higher than ever, wore the most modest sarees she owned, and avoided any conversation that could lead to Vicky. She even changed her phone number’s notification settings so she wouldn’t see any messages from unknown numbers.
But avoidance was not easy.
Every night, when Rajesh fell asleep, memories flooded back. She remembered Vicky’s hot mouth on her nipples, his tongue thrusting deep into her navel, his thick, hard cock pressed against her soft tummy. Her body would heat up against her will. She would lie awake, thighs pressed together, feeling guilty pleasure and crushing shame at the same time.
Why can’t I forget? Why does my body still react when I think of him? Rajesh loves me so much… and I am thinking about another man.
She cried silently many nights, hugging Rajesh tighter, whispering “I’m sorry” into his chest while he slept peacefully.
One Week Later – Staff Room
It was Thursday afternoon. The staff room was buzzing with preparations for the upcoming College Anniversary celebrations the following week. Ananya and Payal were busy making lists of cultural programs, prize distributions, and guest invitations.
After finishing most of the work, both women sat down with cups of chai. Payal looked at Ananya with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Didi, did you hear the news?” Payal asked casually, stirring her tea. “Vicky Sir is coming as the chief guest to give the Best Teacher Awards next week. The management invited him specially because of his company’s big donation to the college.”
Ananya’s hand froze mid-stir. Her heart skipped a beat. She tried to keep her voice steady.
“Oh… that’s nice,” she replied, looking down at her notes.
Payal leaned closer, lowering her voice with a teasing smile. “I think Vicky Sir is coming especially for you. He must have told the management to give you the Best Teacher Award. After all… you are his favorite, right? His secret lover…”
Ananya’s cheeks flushed instantly. She looked up sharply, eyes wide with shock.
“Shut up, Payal!” she hissed, her voice low but firm. “What nonsense are you talking? I am not his lover. I am a married woman. I have a husband who loves me more than anything. Rajesh is my everything. Don’t ever say such things again.”
Payal raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Ananya’s reaction. She took a sip of chai and continued in a playful yet insistent tone.
“Arre didi, why are you getting so serious? Just one week back you were blushing when you told me how he sucked your nipples in your own kitchen. Now suddenly you have become a strict moral wife again? What happened? Did you forget how you moaned for him?”
Ananya’s face turned deep crimson. She looked around nervously to make sure no one else was listening, then whispered angrily, “Please stop that topic, Payal. I don’t want anything from Vicky Sir. I have decided. I love my husband. I will not do anything that hurts Rajesh. That night was a mistake. A big mistake. Please… let it go.”
But even as she spoke those words firmly, deep inside Ananya’s mind, Vicky’s name sent a forbidden shiver down her spine.
Vicky Sir is coming… He will be here in college… looking at me with those intense eyes… remembering how he sucked my breasts and licked my navel…
She pressed her thighs together under the table, feeling a fresh wave of unwanted heat. The memory of his thick cock pressed against her tummy flashed in her mind. She quickly shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away.
Payal noticed the slight tremble in Ananya’s hands and the blush that refused to fade. She smiled knowingly but didn’t push further at that moment.
“Okay, didi… as you say,” Payal said sweetly, though her eyes sparkled with dark amusement. “But remember — a man like Vicky Sir doesn’t forget easily. Especially not a woman as beautiful as you.”
Ananya remained silent, staring into her chai. Her mind was in turmoil once again.
Why does his name still affect me like this? I have decided to be faithful to Rajesh. I have promised myself. Then why does my body react when I hear he is coming? Why do I feel this strange excitement mixed with fear?
She finished her chai quickly and left the staff room, trying to focus on her next lecture. But throughout the day, Payal’s words and the memory of Vicky’s touch kept returning, making her nipples harden against her blouse and her deep navel throb with remembered pleasure.
That evening, when Rajesh came home and hugged her lovingly, Ananya held him tighter than usual, silently vowing again:
I will not fall. I will not cheat on you again.
The College Anniversary celebrations were in full swing. The auditorium was beautifully decorated with flowers, colorful dbangs, and sparkling lights. Students, teachers, and guests filled the hall with excitement. The stage was set for cultural performances, followed by the prestigious Best Teacher Awards.
Ananya arrived early, dressed in a beautiful cream and gold silk saree with a high-tied pallu pinned meticulously across her chest. The saree was elegant and modest — the pallu covered her midriff completely, forming an impenetrable curtain over her deep oval navel and golden belly chain. The blouse was fitted but respectable, highlighting the graceful curve of her shoulders without revealing too much. She looked every bit the dignified, moral English lecturer — graceful, poised, and untouchable.
Payal, on the other hand, had chosen a completely different style. She wore a stunning deep red georgette saree tied deliberately low on her hips — well below her navel. The pallu was dbangd casually, often slipping to reveal a generous portion of her fair, soft tummy and the shallow but attractive navel. Her blouse was slightly tight, accentuating her curves. She looked super hot, confident, and seductive — a stark contrast to Ananya’s modesty.
Both women were busy in the staff room behind the stage, finalizing the program schedule.
“Everything looks perfect,” Payal said, smiling as she adjusted her pallu. “This is going to be a memorable evening.”
Ananya nodded, trying to focus on the work. But her mind was restless. She had avoided Vicky for a week, ignoring his messages and calls. She was determined to stay loyal to Rajesh.
The cultural events began with students dancing, singing, and performing skits. The atmosphere was lively and festive.
Then, midway through the program, a wave of murmurs spread through the hall. Vicky entered in a sharp, tailored black suit that made him look powerful and glamorous. Walking beside him was his close friend Rohan, the muscular gym owner, dressed in a stylish navy suit that highlighted his broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and powerful physique.
Everyone stood up to greet them. The principal welcomed Vicky as the chief guest with a warm speech. Vicky smiled graciously.
As they moved through the front row, Vicky and Rohan shook hands with the teachers. When they reached Ananya, Vicky extended his hand first. Ananya hesitantly placed her soft palm in his. He pressed it gently but firmly, his thumb stroking the back of her hand for a second longer than necessary. Her heart jumped and raced at high speed.
Rohan followed. He took Ananya’s hand in his strong grip, his eyes scanning her from top to toe with open appreciation. His gaze lingered shamelessly on her full breasts straining against the modest blouse, then moved down to the elegant dbang of her high pallu. He gave her a slow, predatory smile.
“Very nice to meet you, Madam,” he said, his voice deep and masculine. “You look absolutely elegant.”
Ananya felt uncomfortable under his intense stare but smiled politely and withdrew her hand.
Next was Payal. Vicky shook her hand, his eyes appreciating her bold, low-tied saree and the visible fair tummy. Rohan followed, taking her hand and scanning her body even more openly. His gaze moved from her face down to her deep cleavage, then to the side view of her breast and the exposed soft tummy with her navel peeking out. He held her hand longer, clearly mesmerized by her seductive look.
“Beautiful,” Rohan murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he stared at Payal’s side breast and bare midriff. “Very bold and attractive.”
Payal smiled confidently, enjoying the attention, while Ananya felt a strange mix of relief and unease.
The cultural events continued. Ananya tried her best to focus on the performances, but she could feel both Vicky and Rohan’s eyes on her throughout the program.
Finally, the most awaited moment arrived — the Best Teacher Awards.
The principal announced the categories. Payal and Ananya sat together in the front row of teachers, both eagerly waiting. Payal leaned toward Ananya and whispered teasingly, “I think Vicky Sir will give you the Best Teacher Award. After all, you are his favorite…”
Ananya sighed and whispered back, “Stop it, Payal. I don’t want anything from him.”
The announcer’s voice echoed: “The Best Teacher Award goes to… Professor Ananya Sharma!”
The entire hall erupted in applause. Ananya was stunned. She stood up slowly, her heart pounding. All eyes were on her as she walked gracefully to the stage. Vicky stood up with a warm smile and handed her the award.
As he gave her the trophy, he leaned in slightly and whispered near her ear, his breath hot against her skin:
“Beautiful woman with a beautiful mind… Why did you change your number? Why are you not contacting me? I’ve been waiting for you.”
Ananya’s body trembled at his closeness and words. She quickly took the award, thanked him politely without meeting his eyes, and returned to her seat, avoiding him as much as possible.
Payal received the Second Best Teacher Award. She was surprised and genuinely happy, smiling brightly as she received it from Vicky. But inside, a storm of jealousy raged.
Why her again? Why does Ananya always get the first prize, the attention, the desire? I am the one working behind the scenes, pushing her into this mess, and yet she gets the spotlight. Her beauty… her body… even Vicky and Rohan can’t resist her.
Payal clapped along with everyone, but her smile was tight. Her eyes burned with envy as she watched Ananya holding the award, looking graceful and modest in her high-tied saree.
The event continued with more performances and speeches. Vicky and Rohan’s eyes kept finding both women throughout the evening — Vicky’s gaze intense and possessive on Ananya, Rohan’s more openly lustful, scanning both their bodies whenever he could.
After the program ended, Ananya left the event early with a heavy heart, clutching her award. She felt a strange mix of pride and guilt. Rajesh had called earlier, congratulating her warmly. His love made her decision to avoid Vicky even stronger.
But Vicky and Rohan were not men who gave up easily.
And Payal’s jealousy was growing into something far more dangerous.
After the award ceremony, Vicky sent a message through the principal requesting a private meeting with Ananya and Payal in his temporary cabin inside the college administrative block. “Just to discuss future academic collaborations and donations,” he had said politely.
Ananya tried to refuse, but Payal insisted, “Didi, we can’t say no to the chief guest. It will look bad.”
Reluctantly, Ananya followed Payal to the cabin. Vicky was waiting inside, looking powerful in his sharp black suit. He closed the door and locked it softly.
“Sit down, both of you,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.
Ananya sat on the edge of the couch, pallu wrapped tightly around her. Payal sat beside her, looking excited. Vicky leaned against the desk, his eyes moving between them.
“Ananya, I want to talk to you first. Alone,” he said.
Payal smiled knowingly and stepped outside, closing the door behind her.
Conversation with Ananya
Ananya sat nervously, avoiding his eyes. Vicky walked closer and stood in front of her.
“Why are you avoiding me, Ananya?” he asked directly, his voice low. “You changed your number. You’re not replying to my messages. After everything that happened between us… you suddenly disappeared.”
Ananya’s hands trembled in her lap. She kept her pallu tightly pinned, trying to hide every inch of skin.
“Sir… please,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I am a married woman. I love my husband very much. Rajesh is a good man. He works hard for me. I cannot betray him again. That night in the kitchen… it was a mistake. A big mistake. I was weak. Please forgive me, but I don’t want anything more. I want to be faithful to my husband.”
Vicky stepped closer, towering over her. He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“You say you love your husband,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “But your body betrayed you that night. You moaned so sweetly when I sucked your nipples. Your deep navel quivered under my tongue. Your pussy was soaking wet. Tell me honestly, Ananya… when you are with Rajesh now, do you think about me?”
Ananya’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head, but her voice was weak. “No… Sir… please don’t say such things. I am trying to forget everything. I want to be a good wife.”
Vicky smiled darkly. “You can try, beautiful. But your body remembers. It remembers how good it felt. And I remember too. Your soft breasts in my mouth… your trembling tummy… that deep, perfect navel… I want more of you, Ananya. Much more.”
Ananya stood up quickly, trembling. “I can’t, Sir. Please understand. I love Rajesh. I cannot do this.”
She turned and walked out of the cabin without waiting for his reply, her heart pounding, guilt and confusion swirling inside her.
Conversation with Payal
A few minutes later, Payal entered the cabin, closing the door behind her. She stood confidently, her deep red saree tied low, showing her fair tummy and shallow navel.
Vicky’s eyes darkened with appreciation as he looked at her.
“Payal… you look incredibly hot tonight,” he said, his voice husky. “That low saree… showing your smooth tummy and navel… you know exactly how to dress to make a man lose control.”
Payal blushed, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Thank you, Sir.”
Vicky stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth. Payal moaned softly, kissing him back with hunger. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts through the blouse before sliding down to her exposed tummy.
He broke the kiss and knelt in front of her. With both hands, he pushed her saree even lower, fully exposing her fair midriff and shallow navel. He leaned in and kissed her navel softly at first, then licked it deeply, pushing his tongue inside the hollow.
Payal gasped, her hands gripping his hair. “Ahhh… Sir…”
Vicky sucked on her navel hungrily, his tongue thrusting in and out, making her moan louder. He looked up at her while still licking.
“You are doing a great job, Payal,” he said between licks. “Keep pushing Ananya. Make her weak. Bring her to me. Make her come with you whenever I call. I want both of you. Together.”
Payal moaned, her hips rolling against his face. “Yes, Sir… I will… I will make her fall… I promise.”
Vicky stood up, kissing her again, his hand still pressing into her navel.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her lips. “The more you bring Ananya to me, the more I will reward you. Now go… and start working on her.”
Payal left the cabin with flushed cheeks and a satisfied, jealous smile.
Ananya was waiting outside, looking anxious. Payal took her arm and smiled sweetly.
“Let’s go home, didi,” she said. “Everything is fine.”
But inside, Payal’s mind was racing with plans to push Ananya deeper into Vicky’s trap.
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