Adultery Padma : Beautiful and traditional wife

[Hakari77]

Padma entered the makeup room and closed the door behind her. Her legs still felt weak from earlier. She could feel Dev’s cum slowly leaking out of her and soaking into her panties with every step. The moment she was alone, the reality of what had just happened hit her hard.
She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her hair was slightly messy, and there were faint marks on her neck and upper chest. She looked like a woman who had been used. A heavy wave of guilt washed over her as she thought about Rakesh sitting at home, completely unaware of what his wife had just done on a film set.
With trembling hands, she removed the black bodycon dress and changed back into the modest sky blue cotton saree she had worn in the morning. The familiar fabric gave her a small sense of comfort, though it didn’t last long. She sat down on the chair, staring blankly at her own reflection, her mind filled with shame and fear.
A soft knock on the door broke her thoughts. Assuming it was a staff member, she stood up and opened the door.
It was Kumar.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes slowly moved over her body even though she was now wearing a simple saree.
“You looked really sexy today,” Kumar said, his voice low. “Especially during that last scene. The way Dev was fucking you… the way your body was moving and the sounds you were making… it didn’t even look like acting.”
Padma’s face burned with embarrassment.
Kumar continued, “You were moaning so much when he flipped you over and took you from behind. Your pussy was dripping the entire time. I could see everything clearly from where I was standing.”
Padma felt anger rising in her chest. Before she could stop herself, she spoke.
“It’s none of your business what happens during the shoot,” she said sharply.
Kumar raised an eyebrow, then gave a small smirk.
“Is Rakesh even fucking you at home?” he asked directly. “Because the way your body was reacting today, it didn’t look like you’ve been properly satisfied in a long time.”
Padma’s anger flared at the mention of her husband.
“How dare you talk about my husband like that?” she snapped. “It’s none of your business what happens between me and Rakesh!”
She turned to leave, but Kumar quickly moved and blocked her path. Before she could say anything else, he raised his hand and placed his index finger firmly on her lips.
“Shhh,” he said in a calm but firm voice. “Shut up.”
Padma froze.
Kumar leaned in closer, his eyes locked onto hers.
“If I show Rakesh even a small part of today’s footage… what do you think he’ll do when he sees his wife getting fucked like a whore on camera?” he said quietly. “Do you really want him to see that?”
Padma’s eyes widened with fear. Her heart started pounding heavily in her chest. The thought of Rakesh seeing those videos made her feel sick.
Kumar saw the fear in her eyes and took another step forward.
Padma instinctively stepped back until her back hit the wall. Kumar followed and placed both his palms on the wall on either side of her head, trapping her completely. His body was close, his presence overwhelming.
“You’re so beautiful, Padma,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Even in this simple saree, you look so sexy. But when you were on that bed earlier… getting fucked by Dev… you looked even more beautiful. That helpless expression on your face… I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Padma turned her face to the side, trying to avoid him. But Kumar didn’t allow it.
He brought both his hands to her face, holding her firmly. One hand stayed on her cheek while the other moved to the back of her head, gripping her hair. He forced her to look at him and then pressed his lips against hers.
Padma resisted.
She tried to turn her head away, but Kumar’s grip on her hair tightened. He held her face in place and kissed her harder. His lips moved roughly and aggressively against hers. When she kept her mouth closed, he bit down on her lower lip, making her gasp. The moment her lips parted, his tongue pushed inside her mouth forcefully.
The kiss was deep, rough, and suffocating.
Kumar kissed her with clear hunger and aggression, like a man who had been holding back for too long. His tongue moved inside her mouth without any gentleness, stroking and exploring. One of his hands stayed at the back of her head, holding her firmly, while the other hand moved down to grip her waist tightly. Padma felt like she couldn’t breathe properly. She pushed against his chest with her hands, but he didn’t budge.
A low, lust-filled groan escaped from Kumar as he continued kissing her. He pressed his body closer. Through the layers of her saree and petticoat, she could clearly feel his hard cock pressing against her soft belly.
Padma’s mind was in panic. This is wrong… This is Rakesh’s friend… But her body was reacting against her will. Her nipples had hardened, and a familiar heat was building between her legs.
After a long time, Kumar finally pulled his mouth away. Both of them were breathing heavily. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for a second before it broke.
Padma looked dazed and scared. Kumar’s hands slowly moved down to her waist. He gripped the soft skin of her exposed flanks and squeezed them. Padma closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.
Without saying anything, Kumar started unwrapping her saree. Padma’s hands came up to stop him.
“Sir… please… don’t…” she whispered.
But Kumar ignored her weak protests. His eyes were filled with raw hunger as he continued removing her saree. The fabric slipped from her body and fell to the floor. He then unhooked her blouse and removed her petticoat. Soon, she was left only in her black bra and panty.
Kumar looked at her body with open lust before pushing her toward the small bed in the corner of the room. He picked her up and dropped her onto the bed. Padma landed on her back with a soft gasp. Kumar quickly removed his own clothes. His thick cock sprang free, already hard.
He climbed onto the bed and settled between her thighs, forcing them apart. He looked down at her pussy, still covered by her black panty, and smiled.
“Even after Dev fucked you so hard just a while ago… your cunt still looks so pretty,” he said.
He held his cock and slowly rubbed the thick head along her outer pussy lips over the thin fabric of her panty. He moved it up and down in slow strokes, pressing against her sensitive folds.
Padma turned her face to the side, her cheeks burning with shame. But her body was extremely sensitive. Dev had just finished inside her a short while ago, and her pussy was still swollen and overstimulated. Every time Kumar rubbed his cock against her, a sharp jolt of unwanted pleasure shot through her.
She bit her lip, trying to stay still, but a small, involuntary moan still escaped her.
“Mmmh…”
Kumar heard it and his smile grew wider. He continued rubbing his cock slowly and deliberately along her panty-covered slit, watching every small reaction on her face.
Padma’s breathing had become heavier. Her hands gripped the bedsheet tightly. She hated how her body was reacting, but she couldn’t stop the wetness from spreading between her legs.
Kumar looked at her and spoke in a low, satisfied voice.
“Even if you don’t want this… your body clearly does.”
He kept rubbing his thick cock along her outer lips over her panty in slow, teasing strokes, a clear smile on his face as he watched her struggle between resistance and unwanted pleasure.

Note :
Hey readers, Currently I am busy preparing for an exam, So I can’t really put any time into this story that’s why you can see last few updates have been so flat., On top of that I am not getting any motivation to write this story., So I am just trying to end the story.