Adultery The Strict wife Swati's humiliation and Submission.

[Suresh@123]

Khan’s thick fingers continued their sinful dance inside Swati’s dripping pussy. Two strong fingers moved slowly in and out, curling and stroking her inner walls while his thumb teased her swollen clit in firm circles. Swati’s soft, oily body trembled under him. Her face was buried deep in the pillow, hiding her burning shame.
But Khan wanted more.
His hands roamed everywhere like a lover’s touch — romantic, possessive, and hungry. While his fingers fucked her slowly from behind, his other hand glided over her oily back, tracing her spine, squeezing her soft waist, and kneading her round buttocks with deep affection. He caressed every inch of her smooth, hairless skin as if worshipping a goddess. His palms slid up to her sides, brushing the swell of her full breasts pressed against the bed. He gently squeezed the sides of her heavy 36-size breasts, making her nipples throb harder.
Swati’s heartbeat was wild — fast, then slow, then racing again. Her chest rose and fell rapidly against the mattress. “This is too much… I should stop him… but it feels so good,” she thought in panic. Hot shyness flooded her body. She felt like a naughty wife betraying her husband, yet she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop.
Khan’s own lust had grown uncontrollable. His massive 9-inch cock was now fully hard and throbbing painfully inside his lungi. The thick monster was leaking pre-cum, making a wet spot on the fabric. While massaging her inner thighs with both hands, spreading her legs wider, he cleverly pulled the knot of his lungi.
The white lungi slipped down his hips on purpose.
Suddenly, his giant cock sprang free — thick, veiny, dark brown, and standing tall like a proud weapon. It was rock hard, the swollen head shining with pre-cum, veins bulging along its impressive 9-inch length. It swayed heavily in the air, just inches away from Swati’s oily thighs.
Khan continued the massage as if nothing happened. His strong hands kept rubbing her soft inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her dripping pussy, while his thick monster cock brushed teasingly against her smooth skin with every movement.
Swati was still lying face down, head resting on the pillow, eyes closed in hot embarrassment. Her body was on fire. She could feel something heavy and hot occasionally touching her inner thighs — much hotter and thicker than fingers. At first she thought it was his hand, but the sensation was different… heavier… pulsing...








After a few more minutes of his romantic touching — his hands gliding over her ass, her waist, her lower back, and again between her thighs — Swati’s curiosity finally won. Her breathing was shaky. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Slowly, nervously, she turned her head on the pillow and opened her eyes slightly.
What she saw made her freeze completely.
Khan’s giant 9-inch cock was standing tall and proud just behind her, swaying with his movements. It looked massive — thick like her wrist, long, heavily veined, and pointing straight up with raw power. The dark swollen head was glistening. It was easily twice as thick and almost double the length of Vamsi’s small 5-inch cock.
Swati’s eyes widened in pure shock. Her throat went completely dry. She couldn’t breathe for a few seconds. “Oh my god…” she thought. Her heartbeat exploded — fast, erratic, almost painful. Her chest heaved violently up and down against the bed. Hot waves of shyness and fear rushed through her body, making her face burn crimson red.
“That… that is so big…” she whispered silently in her mind. “Vamsi’s is so small compared to this monster… How can something so huge even fit?”
She felt terrified and strangely excited at the same time. Her smooth pussy clenched hard, leaking fresh juices down her thighs. The sight of Khan’s giant cock — standing so close to her oily, exposed ass — made her dizzy with forbidden lust.
Khan noticed her eyes were open. He didn’t cover himself. Instead, he let his thick cock brush deliberately against her inner thigh again, rubbing the hot, heavy shaft along her soft skin while pretending to massage her.
“Memsaab… do you like the massage?” he asked in a low, husky voice, his hands still roaming romantically over her oily buttocks and thighs.
Swati couldn’t speak. Her throat felt tight. She was breathing fast and shallow. Her mind was screaming: “This is wrong… I am married… I can’t cheat with my driver…” But her eyes kept returning to that massive, throbbing monster. It looked so powerful, so much thicker and longer than anything she had ever seen. The comparison to Vamsi’s tiny cock made her feel even wetter and more ashamed.












Her soft underarms were damp with nervous sweat. She felt extremely shy — like a virgin girl seeing a real man for the first time.
Khan slowly rubbed the thick head of his cock against her slippery inner thigh, very close to her dripping pussy lips, while his hands continued massaging her ass cheeks, spreading them gently.
Swati’s body trembled. A soft, broken whimper escaped her lips. She was trapped between extreme fear, burning shyness, and uncontrollable horniness. Her proud mind was losing the battle.
She whispered in a shaky, embarrassed voice, barely audible:

Khan.... What's happening?....


Her eyes stayed glued to his giant cock, watching it throb and leak, while her heartbeat thundered wildly and her chest rose and fell with rapid, nervous breaths.
The tigress was no longer in control.







She closed her eyes... Then khan went near her legs... And took oil and apart both legs separated..... She shivers her body... Inside she thinking " oh" what's happening me and what this driver doing my body"....

He is sniffing her pussy with his nose. She slowly open eyes and looking..... He is teasing her..


Khan could sense the beautiful memsaab was on the edge. Her oily body was trembling under his strong hands, her breathing fast and shallow. He decided to push the seduction further, making it impossible for her to ignore what was happening.
He slowly walked around the bed and stood near her head side. Swati was still lying flat on her stomach, face turned sideways on the pillow. Her arms were stretched above her head. From this position, her face was now very close to Khan’s hips.
Khan had completely removed his lungi. It lay on the floor. His massive 9-inch cock stood proudly erect, thick and heavy, just 5 cm away from Swati’s beautiful face. The dark, swollen head was shiny with pre-cum. Thick veins ran along the long shaft. It throbbed visibly with every heartbeat.
He poured warm oil on his palms and started massaging her neck and shoulders again, but this time from the head side. His strong hands worked deeply into her muscles, but his giant cock was now directly in front of her closed eyes.
Swati’s heart was pounding like a drum. She could feel the heat radiating from something very close to her face. She tried to keep her eyes closed, pretending nothing was happening. But curiosity and the constant throbbing between her legs made her slowly open her eyes just a little.
What she saw made her throat go completely dry.
Khan’s giant cock was right there — thick, long, and powerful — swinging gently just inches from her lips. It looked enormous up close. The head was big and dark, a drop of pre-cum shining at the tip. Compared to Vamsi’s small, thin 5-inch cock, this monster was in a completely different league. It was thicker than her wrist and so much longer.
Swati’s eyes widened in shock, but she quickly pretended she hadn’t seen anything. She closed her eyes again, but only for a few seconds. Her heartbeat went crazy — fast, then slow, then racing again. Her chest rose and fell rapidly against the bed, making her full breasts press harder into the mattress. Hot shyness burned her face and ears.
She opened her eyes again, just a little, and secretly started examining his tool. Her proud mind was screaming, “Don’t look! This is your driver! Close your eyes!” But her hungry eyes kept staring. She noticed every detail — the thick veins pulsing, the way it twitched, how heavy and hard it looked. She wondered how something so big could even fit inside a woman.
Khan continued the massage like a professional. His hands moved from her neck down to her shoulders, spreading warm oil in long, romantic strokes. While doing so, he deliberately moved his hips slightly forward. His giant cock came even closer — now just 3-4 cm from Swati’s soft lips and nose. She could smell the manly musk mixed with the oil.
Swati’s breathing became heavier. She was pretending to be relaxed with eyes half-closed, but she was clearly watching and studying his massive organ. Her mouth felt dry. Her tongue unconsciously touched her lips. She felt extremely shy and scared, yet she couldn’t stop looking.
Khan poured a generous amount of warm oil on the back of her neck. The oil started flowing down slowly like a river — from her neck, over her shoulders, down her shiny back, along her spine, and finally reaching the deep curve of her ass.
He used both hands to spread the oil everywhere. His palms glided smoothly over her soft, oily skin, romancing every curve. He massaged her upper back, then lower back, pressing his thumbs deeply. When the oil reached her ass crack, Khan deliberately spread her round buttocks with his strong hands.
Swati jumped slightly on the bed as the warm oil trickled directly into her ass crack, flowing over her tight little hole and down to her already dripping pussy.
“Ahh!” she gasped softly, her body shivering with hot shyness.
Khan’s giant cock was still hovering near her face. While spreading her ass, he moved even closer. The thick head of his cock lightly brushed against her soft cheek for a second. Swati’s eyes flew open wide. She felt the hot, heavy touch on her face. Her heartbeat exploded. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide, but she stayed still, pretending she didn’t notice.
Khan smiled to himself. He knew she was watching. He poured more oil directly on her ass crack and let it flow freely. His fingers followed the oil, massaging her buttocks deeply, spreading them wide, and teasing the sensitive skin between them. One finger gently circled her tight asshole while another brushed against her swollen pussy lips from behind.
Swati was melting slowly.
Her proud, dominating nature was cracking with every touch. She kept telling herself, “I am the tigress… I control everything…” But her body was saying something else. Her deep oval navel rubbed against the sheet with every small movement of her hips. Her soft underarms were damp. Her full breasts felt heavy and sensitive. And between her legs, she was soaking wet, juices mixing with the oil.
Khan continued the slow seduction. He moved his hips slightly so that his giant cock kept brushing near her face — sometimes touching her cheek, sometimes hovering just above her lips. He never said anything directly. He just let his massive tool do the talking while his hands continued romancing her oily body from neck to ass.







She secretly kept examining his monster again and again. She noticed how it was much darker than the rest of his body, how the veins looked strong, how the head was so big and swollen. She compared it again and again to Vamsi’s small one and felt a strange, forbidden excitement.
Khan leaned forward a little more while massaging her lower back. His heavy balls now lightly rested against her shoulder. His thick cock was almost touching her lips. Swati’s breathing was hot and fast against his shaft. She could feel the heat on her face.
She jumped again when Khan poured fresh warm oil directly into her ass crack and used two fingers to spread it thoroughly, one finger gently pressing against her tight rear hole.
“Khan… slowly…” she whispered in a shaky, shy voice, still pretending she wasn’t looking at his cock.



But her eyes were wide open now, fixed on the giant tool just inches from her mouth. Her tongue unconsciously licked her dry lips again. Her pussy clenched hard with fresh wetness.
Khan’s hands never stopped. They kept gliding over her soft body — squeezing her waist, kneading her ass, spreading her cheeks, and teasing her dripping entrance. He was seducing her inch by inch, touch by touch, making the proud memsaab melt into a horny, shy woman who couldn’t resist the massive cock in front of her.
Swati’s mind was spinning. She was no longer the strict Assistant CEO. She was a beautiful, oily, trembling woman lying naked under her driver’s hands, secretly admiring his giant cock, and slowly surrendering to the hot seduction.
Her heartbeat kept racing. Her chest heaved. Her body was on fire.


She tried to close her eyes and pretend she wasn’t looking, but within seconds her gaze returned to that massive cock. She was shamelessly examining every thick vein, the way it twitched, how heavy and powerful it looked.
Meanwhile, Khan’s skilled hands were working magic on her lower body.
He had poured fresh warm oil directly into her ass crack. The hot liquid flowed slowly over her tight little asshole and down to her swollen, dripping pussy. His strong fingers spread her round buttocks wide apart, exposing everything. One thick finger gently circled her sensitive rear hole, teasing it with light pressure while two fingers of his other hand slid along her slick pussy lips.
Swati’s body jerked. A soft whimper escaped her lips.
Khan’s fingers were expert. He slowly pushed two thick fingers deep inside her wet pussy, curling them perfectly to rub against her sensitive G-spot. He started a slow, rhythmic stroking — pressing and rubbing that magical spot again and again while his thumb teased her swollen clit in firm circles. At the same time, his other finger gently pressed against her tight asshole, not entering, just teasing the sensitive ring with oily circles.
The double stimulation was unbearable.
“Ahh… mmm…” Swati moaned softly, her eyes still fixed on his giant cock hovering near her face.
Khan continued the sweet torture. His fingers moved faster inside her pussy, rubbing her G-spot with perfect pressure and rhythm. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as her juices mixed with the oil and flowed down her thighs. He spread her ass cheeks wider, pouring more warm oil so it dripped continuously over her holes.
Swati’s proud mind was breaking.
This is too much… I can’t take it… He is just a driver… I should stop him… But her body had completely surrendered. Her hips started moving back against his fingers on their own, chasing the pleasure. Her deep oval navel rubbed frantically against the sheet. Her full breasts were heaving, nipples painfully hard. Her soft underarms were wet with sweat.
She kept staring at his massive cock — watching it throb, watching it leak, imagining how it would feel stretching her.
Khan increased the speed. His fingers fucked her pussy harder, curling and rubbing her G-spot mercilessly while his thumb pressed firmly on her clit. The “sex torture” was too intense. Swati’s legs started shaking uncontrollably. Her breathing turned into desperate pants.
She couldn’t tolerate it anymore.
The orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt — the strongest, most powerful orgasm of her entire life.
“MMMMMM…….”
A long, deep moan started from her throat.
Her entire body tensed like a bow. Her pussy clenched violently around Khan’s thick fingers. Her eyes rolled back even as she kept staring at his giant cock. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand.
“NOOOOOOoooooo……..” she cried out shamelessly, her voice breaking.
Waves of intense pleasure crashed through her body again and again. Her smooth pussy gushed hot juices all over Khan’s fingers and the bedsheet. Her deep oval navel contracted rapidly. Her full breasts trembled. Her soft, hairless thighs shook violently.
“GODDDDDDDDD……..” she moaned loudly, completely losing control.
It was the hardest she had ever cum in her life. The orgasm seemed to last forever — powerful spasms rocking her curvy body while Khan’s fingers continued rubbing her G-spot without mercy, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
Swati’s face was a picture of pure ecstasy and shame. Her mouth was open, moaning shamelessly like a whore. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from the corners of her eyes. She had never felt anything like this before. Vamsi had never made her cum even half as hard.
Even after the main waves passed, small aftershocks kept making her body twitch. Her pussy kept clenching and releasing around Khan’s fingers. She was breathing heavily, gasping for air, her oily body shining with sweat and oil.
Khan slowly pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy. He brought them to her lips and gently rubbed her own juices on her soft mouth while his giant cock still hovered just inches from her face.
Swati looked up at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes. Her face was flushed deep red with extreme shyness and satisfaction. She felt completely exposed — both physically and emotionally.
She had just had the most powerful orgasm of her life… at the hands of her own driver.
The proud tigress had melted shamelessly under his touch.
Khan smiled darkly, his massive cock still rock hard and throbbing near her lips.
“Memsaab… did you enjoy that?” he whispered teasingly.
Swati could only moan softly in response, too overwhelmed and shy to speak....


And he took his giant cock and try to shove her face......



To be continued......