Adultery Padma : Beautiful and traditional wife

[Hakari77]

Dev stayed buried deep inside Padma, his thick cock completely buried in her tight pussy. He could feel her warm, wet walls pulsing around him. Fuck… this is easily the best pussy I’ve had in a long time, he thought to himself. The way she gripped him — tight, hot, and dripping — was driving him crazy. He had fucked many women before, but something about Padma felt different. Maybe it was because she was Rakesh’s wife. The thought of fucking his friend’s traditional, innocent wife made the pleasure even more intense.

Padma’s hands rested on his chest, but her mind was in complete chaos. This is wrong… this is so wrong. She could still feel him throbbing inside her. Her body was reacting on its own, her pussy clenching around his cock even though her mind was screaming at her to stop. She thought of Rakesh at home, waiting for her. What am I doing? Tears of shame stung her eyes, but at the same time, the feeling of being stretched and filled was making her weak.
Dev looked up at her with a dark smirk.
“You feel that?” he said in a low voice. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight, Padma.”
She didn’t reply. Instead, she tried to lift herself, but Dev’s hands tightened around her waist and pulled her back down forcefully. His cock pushed even deeper.
“Ahh—!” A sharp moan escaped her before she could control it.
Dev’s grip didn’t loosen. She’s trying to run, but her pussy doesn’t want to let go, he thought. The way her walls squeezed him made him even harder.
From the side, Kumar’s calm voice came, “Good… keep going, Dev. Take control.”
Dev didn’t waste time. He suddenly sat up and flipped Padma onto her back in one swift motion. Before she could react properly, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Sir… wait—” Padma’s voice trembled. She tried to free her hands, but his grip was too strong.
Dev ignored her. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the thick head against her wet entrance before thrusting deep inside her again.
“Ahhn—!” Padma cried out as he filled her completely. Her back arched off the bed.
Dev started fucking her with hard, deep strokes. Every thrust made a wet sound as his cock moved in and out of her soaked pussy. He looked down at her face and felt a rush of satisfaction. This is the best. Rakesh’s wife… moaning under me like this.
“Fuck… you’re dripping,” he groaned. “Your pussy is sucking me in so good.”
Padma turned her face away, biting her lip hard to stop her moans. But every deep thrust forced a sound out of her.
“Haa… ahh… slow down, Sir…” she pleaded, her voice weak.
Dev leaned closer to her ear while still thrusting. “Why should I slow down? Your pussy is getting tighter every time I go deep. It wants this.”
He grabbed her thighs and pushed them back, folding her legs and going even deeper. The new angle made Padma’s eyes widen.
“Ahhhn—! Sir… please… it’s too deep…”
Her mind was screaming at her to resist, but her body was betraying her badly. Every time Dev’s cock hit deep inside her, a wave of unwanted pleasure shot through her. This is wrong… I shouldn’t be feeling like this… But her pussy kept clenching around him.
Kumar’s voice came again. “Excellent. Don’t hold back, Padma.”
Dev suddenly pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her up onto her knees and entered her from behind in one rough thrust.
“Ahh—!” Padma moaned loudly as he started fucking her harder in this position. Her breasts swayed with every thrust.
Dev grabbed her waist tightly, pounding into her. God, this pussy is addictive, he thought. The way she felt from behind — warm, wet, and gripping him so perfectly — was better than he expected.
“You like getting fucked like this, don’t you?” Dev said between thrusts. “While your husband’s friend watches.”
Padma tried to look back at him, her voice shaky. “Don’t… don’t say that, Sir…”
But her protest melted into a moan when Dev reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly.
“Kumar is right there,” Dev continued. “Watching you get fucked. And your pussy is getting even wetter.”
Padma moaned loudly, unable to stop herself. Shame burned inside her chest, but the pleasure was becoming too strong to ignore. I shouldn’t be enjoying this… I have a husband… Yet her body kept pushing back against Dev’s thrusts.
Dev let go of her hair and grabbed her shoulders, using them to fuck her even harder. Her moans grew louder and more broken.
“Ahh… ahhn… haa… Sir… too much…”
Kumar spoke again. “Put her on her back. I want to see her face.”
Dev flipped her over once more. He pushed back inside her without giving her time to breathe and started fucking her with powerful strokes. He reached down and pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts, then squeezed one roughly while thrusting.
Padma’s hands came up to his shoulders. This time, she wasn’t trying to push him away — she was holding on. Her legs had wrapped around his waist on their own.
“Look at me,” Dev ordered.
When she didn’t, he grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said, still moving inside her.
Padma’s eyes were filled with conflicting emotions — guilt, shame, and undeniable pleasure. Her voice came out broken.
“It… it feels too much, Sir… I can’t… this is wrong…”
“You can,” Dev growled, thrusting harder. “Your pussy is clenching around me so fucking tight. Stop pretending you don’t like it.”
He changed his rhythm, giving her short, hard thrusts that made her whole body shake. Padma’s moans turned desperate.
“Ahh—! Ahhn—! Sir… please… I’m… I’m going to…”
Her orgasm hit her suddenly and hard. Her pussy clamped down on Dev’s cock as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her back arched and her legs tightened around him as she moaned loudly.
“Ahhhhh—!”
Dev groaned as he felt her cumming around him. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, enjoying how her pussy pulsed and squeezed him. This is the best pussy I’ve fucked in years, he thought again. The way she came — so tight and wet — made him even more determined to ruin her.
When her orgasm started to fade, Dev flipped her onto her stomach again. He lay on top of her and pushed back inside her in the prone position, fucking her with deep, grinding thrusts.
“You came so hard,” he whispered against her ear. “Your husband has no idea his wife just came on another man’s cock.”
Padma let out a weak, broken sob mixed with a moan. She buried her face in the bedsheet, overwhelmed by both pleasure and guilt. What am I doing…? Her mind kept repeating the same thought, but her body kept responding to every thrust.
Dev’s movements became rougher. He was getting close. He grabbed her hips tightly and started thrusting harder.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he growled.
Padma’s eyes widened in panic. She tried to move, but his weight kept her pinned.
“No… Sir, please… not inside… please don’t—”
Her words were cut off as Dev pushed deep and came hard. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy as he groaned loudly. Padma moaned helplessly beneath him, feeling every hot spurt filling her up.
Dev stayed inside her for a long time, breathing heavily. He could feel her pussy still twitching around his cock. This woman… she’s dangerous. I’m not letting this end so easily.
Finally, he slowly pulled out. A mix of his cum and her juices leaked out of her used pussy. Padma remained lying on her stomach, trembling, her mind blank and heavy with guilt.
Kumar’s voice finally broke the silence.
“Cut.”
He walked closer to the bed, his eyes moving between both of them.
“That was very good,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “We got some excellent shots. Take a break for now.”
Dev got up and wiped himself, looking satisfied. As he walked past Padma, he gave her a small smirk.
Padma slowly sat up, her legs weak. She pulled her bra back up and sat on the edge of the bed. She could still feel Dev’s cum slowly leaking out of her. The guilt was crushing now that the pleasure had faded.
What have I done…?
Kumar looked at her for a moment before speaking.
“Rakesh called me,” he said casually. “He was asking about the shooting. I told him you’re working very hard.”
Padma’s heart clenched painfully at the mention of her husband.
Kumar gave her a small smile.
“Rest for some time. We might need another scene soon.”
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Padma sitting alone with her thoughts and the sticky evidence of what just happened between her legs.
She closed her eyes, but the guilt refused to go away.