Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Srinu stared at his phone as the call with Ganga ended, the screen slowly turning dark. His heart felt heavy, but his mind was racing. He looked at the detective board on the wall of his office. The name 'Sundari' sat there with a giant, frustrating question mark. That line of inquiry was blocked. There was no point in getting angry or feeling defeated about it now. Ganga was right—he couldn't just sit here and waste time. He had to act. He picked up the marker, walked to the board, and marked the line next to 'Priya' as In Progress. If he couldn't get answers from the security officer, he would get them from Priya. He would find out what secrets Ganga's childhood held, no matter what.


Before leaving, Srinu went through his casual evening routines. He walked to the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face, and wiped it with a towel. He checked his reflection in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair. He walked around the empty house, switching off the hall lights and the ceiling fan. He retrieved his bike keys from the drawer, walked out, and locked the main door securely.

He mounted his motorcycle, kick-started the engine, and rode out into the cool evening air. The streets of Hyderabad were bustling, the traffic providing a dull hum that matched the noise in his own head. As he navigated the turns, his mind was entirely occupied with Priya. How was he going to get the truth out of her? She was smart, cunning, and always guarded. He couldn't just walk in and ask her. He needed leverage. He needed something so strong that she would have no choice but to spill every single secret she knew about Ganga's past.

Srinu turned down the familiar street and parked his bike a short distance from Priya's house. He switched off the engine and walked toward the gate. The house was quiet, bathed in the warm glow of the porch lights. But as he approached the front door, he stopped.

Instead of a quiet house, a strange sound caught his ear. It was a rhythmic, wet slapping noise mixed with heavy, muffled breathing. The sounds were coming from the side of the house, near the kitchen window.

Curiosity and suspicion took over. Instead of knocking on the front door, Srinu quietly stepped off the tiled pathway. He walked carefully around the side of the house, his footsteps silent on the grass. He reached the kitchen window, which was partially open to let out the cooking steam. He leaned in, watching through the gap.

What he saw inside completely froze him. His eyes went wide, and his breath hitched in his throat.

Priya was completely naked, her fair skin gleaming under the harsh kitchen bulb. She was bent forward over the marble kitchen counter, her hands gripping the edge for support, her voluptuous ass pushed out. Standing right behind her was Raju, the family's watchman. Raju's uniform trousers were bunched around his knees, and his dark, thick cock was pounding relentlessly into Priya's wet pussy. The contrast between her fair, smooth skin and the watchman's rough, dark hands gripping her hips was striking.

What shocked Srinu even more was the layout of the house. The kitchen door leading to the living room was wide open. Through the doorway, Srinu could clearly see Ashok, Priya's husband, sitting casually on the sofa, watching television. Raju and Priya were tucked just to the left of the kitchen door frame—perfectly positioned so that they were hidden from Ashok's line of sight, yet close enough that a single turn of Ashok's head could expose them.

A sudden spark of realization hit Srinu. This was it. This was the leverage he needed. If he recorded this, Priya would be completely at his mercy. She would have to tell him everything about Ganga's past just to keep him from showing the video to Ashok. He quickly pulled his smartphone from his pocket, unlocked it, and opened the camera app. He switched to video mode and pressed record.

He adjusted his position slightly, keeping himself hidden in the shadows of the window frame. He zoomed in, ensuring the camera captured every detail clearly. The lens focused on Priya's face. She looked beautiful and completely wanton. Her eyes were half-closed, rolling back in pleasure, and her lips were parted as she let out soft, needy moans. Every time Raju's hips slammed against her juicy buttocks, her breasts swayed heavily, and her face contorted in pure ecstasy. The watchman was thrusting deep, and Priya was riding every single stroke with shameless hunger.

While Srinu was focused on the recording, a movement in the corner of his eye made him freeze. Someone was walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. He glanced up, keeping the camera rolling, and saw Geetha, the housemaid, approaching the doorway.

Panic surged through Srinu. His heart hammered against his ribs. If Geetha walked in and saw them, she would scream. She would call Ashok, the whole house would explode, and his plan to blackmail Priya in private would be ruined. He held his breath, waiting for the disaster.

But to Srinu's absolute astonishment, Geetha walked right into the kitchen without even blinking. She didn't look shocked, nor did she scream. She walked around the naked Priya and the panting watchman as if they were nothing more than kitchen furniture. Geetha calmly walked to the gas stove, picked up a steel ladle, and stirred the curry cooking in the pot. She grabbed a small container of spices, sprinkled some into the dish, and went about her chores.

All the while, Raju didn't stop. He gripped Priya's hips tighter, his dark fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pumped his cock into her pussy faster and harder. The wet, smacking sounds of their bodies colliding filled the small room, completely ignored by the maid.

Srinu couldn't believe his eyes. What the hell is happening in this house? he thought, his mind reeling. Why was Geetha acting so normal? Was this a regular routine for them? Did Ashok know? Was this some sick arrangement, or was Priya just so daring that she fucked the watchman right under her husband's nose with the maid's quiet complicity?

The silence of the house was suddenly broken by Ashok's voice shouting from the living room.

Ashok (shouting): Priya! Where are you? Bring me some water!

Priya didn't answer. She couldn't. Raju was pounding her G-spot with wild, desperate thrusts, and she was in the penultimate stage of her orgasm, her body trembling, her mouth open in a silent gasp of pleasure.

Geetha looked at Priya's flushed face and immediately understood that the mistress of the house was completely lost to the pleasure. If Ashok walked in now, Priya wouldn't be able to pull herself away.

Without hesitation, Geetha called out to the living room.

Geetha (calling out): Haan saab, laayi. [Yes sir, I am bringing it.]

Geetha quickly grabbed a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Priya and Raju to continue their frantic coupling.

Through the open door, Srinu watched Geetha hand the bottle to Ashok. Ashok took it, unscrewed the cap, took a long drink, and wiped his mouth.

Ashok (asking): Why did you bring the water? What is Priya doing?

Hearing this, Srinu knew for certain that Ashok was completely oblivious. The poor husband had no idea his wife was being stretched out by the watchman just yards away.

Geetha replied hesitantly, her voice slightly tense.

Geetha (hesitantly): Woh saab, madam ji bohot busy hai, woh khana bana rahi hai. [That, sir, madam is very busy, she is cooking food.]

Ashok frowned, looking around.

Ashok (frowning): Where is Raju? I haven't seen him at the gate for an hour. Where does he vanish? Chutiya saala. [Fucking asshole.]

Geetha's face tightened. She stammered, trying to find an excuse.

Geetha (tense): Woh... woh... sa... saab. [That... that... s... sir.]

Getting no clear answer from the maid, Ashok lost his patience. He stood up slightly and started shouting loudly.

Ashok (shouting): Raju! Raju!

Inside the kitchen, hearing her husband scream Raju's name sent a jolt of panic through Priya. She realized Ashok might walk towards the kitchen at any moment. She reached back, her hand frantically tapping Raju's arm and hips, trying to signal him to pull out.

But Raju was completely lost in his own trance of pleasure. His eyes were closed, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was pumping his hard cock deep into her tight, wet pussy with mindless rhythm. He was not responding to her warnings.

Srinu, watching from the window, felt a rush of adrenaline. This is it, he thought. Game over. Ashok is going to walk in and catch his wife bent over the counter with the watchman's cock inside her.

But Priya was incredibly cunning. Seeing that Raju wouldn't stop, she took matters into her own hands. With her left leg, she reached down to the kitchen floor where her saree pallu was lying. She hooked the fabric with her foot, tossed it up into the air, and caught it with her left hand. In one swift, fluid motion, she wrapped the saree pallu around her left shoulder, covering her naked chest and neck.

She then leaned forward over the kitchen counter, sliding her head and covered shoulder out through the open kitchen doorway. From Ashok's perspective, only her head and her covered left shoulder were visible. The rest of her naked body, and Raju who was still buried deep inside her from behind, remained hidden behind the door frame.

Priya forced her voice to sound sweet and innocent, calling out to her husband.

Priya (calling out): What happened, Ashok? Why are you shouting?

Ashok stopped pacing.

Ashok (asking): Where is Raju?

Priya replied quickly.

Priya (quickly): Oh, he's with me in the kitchen.

Srinu watched in absolute shock. Priya was literally talking to her husband while the watchman was behind her, thrusting his thick cock into her. Raju was whispering in a low, lustful moan.



Raju (pleasured): Madam ji... ahaa... madam ji... ahh... [Madam... ahaa... madam... ahh...]

Raju's pace was getting faster. Every time he thrust into her, Priya's head and shoulder bobbed up and down.

Srinu couldn't believe Ashok didn't notice. From the hall, Ashok was looking right at Priya's bobbing head. The movement was a dead giveaway that she was being hard-pounded from behind, yet Ashok remained completely blind to it.

Ashok asked, sounding annoyed.

Ashok (annoyed): What the hell is Raju doing with you in the kitchen? Isn't he supposed to be at the gate to receive Srinu?

Priya replied quickly, her head and shoulder bobbing in rhythm with Raju's thrusts.

Priya (quickly): Oh, Raju is helping us in the kitchen. I planned a special meal for Srinu. Geetha and I needed extra hands around the stove.

Geetha immediately chimed in, standing near Ashok to support the lie.

Geetha (quickly): Haan saabji, Raju humari madad kar raha hai mehmaan ke liye khaas khana banane mein. [Yes sir, Raju is helping us in preparing the special food for our guest.]

Ashok turned his head to look at Geetha for a moment. Taking advantage of the split second, Priya quickly turned her head back, tapping Raju's hand sharply to get him to slow down. Srinu expected her to be furious at Raju for risking everything by fucking her so hard that her head bobbed.

But as Srinu looked closer through the camera lens, he saw a playful, naughty smile spread across Priya's face. Her eyes were glassy with lust, her cheeks flushed red. She wasn't angry at all; she was absolutely loving it. Every time the watchman's cock slid in and out of her pussy, she bit her lower lip, holding back a gasp of pure pleasure, her body trembling with excitement at the danger.



Hearing Geetha's explanation, Ashok nodded slowly. But then, he stood up from the couch and started walking directly towards the kitchen.

Priya's eyes widened in panic. She shot a desperate look at Geetha.

Geetha immediately tried to block him, asking in a panicked voice.

Geetha (in panic): Kya hua saabji, aapko kuch chahiye? [What happened sir, do you need anything?]

Ashok said calmly, continuing to walk, pointing to the wooden cabinet sitting right beside the kitchen doorway.

Ashok (calmly): Oh, I just need a file. I left it in that cupboard.

As Ashok took another step closer, the panic in the kitchen reached a fever pitch. Srinu's heart raced as he kept recording. She's caught. There's no way out of this, he thought.

To make matters worse, Raju, completely driven by his lust, reached his hand forward, grabbed Priya's heavy, naked breast, and started squeezing it. Srinu could see his dark fingers digging into her white flesh clearly.



Ashok was now only a few feet away. At this distance, the rhythmic, wet tap... tap sound of Raju's hips slamming against Priya's bare ass was loud enough to be heard. One more step and Ashok would see the watchman's hand squeezing his wife's breast.

Priya said, her voice remarkably calm despite the racing blood in her veins.

Priya (calmly): Stop, Ashok.

Ashok stopped, looking at her with a puzzled face.

Ashok (puzzled): What?

Priya said, keeping her voice steady.

Priya (steadily): The file you are looking for is not in this cupboard. While cleaning today, I moved it to the other cupboard.

Ashok frowned.

Ashok (frowning): Which cupboard?

Priya said, pointing her finger toward a cabinet on the far side of the living room, away from the kitchen.

Priya (pointing): Over there.

As Ashok turned his back to look, Priya quickly grabbed Raju's hand from her breast and shoved it down, hiding it under the folds of her saree pallu.



As Ashok walked away toward the far cupboard, completely blind to the betrayal, Srinu continued to record from the window. The angle from the side gave him a perfect view of Priya's gorgeous body. Her wide, curvy hips, her juicy, rounded buttocks, and her wet, pink pussy taking the watchman's dark cock over and over again.



Srinu felt a deep heat rising in his own body. He remembered how Priya used to try to seduce him in the past when Ganga wasn't looking. She would lean close to him, letting him smell her perfume, showing off her deep cleavage, and once she had even suggestively whispered about having a quick, dirty session in the bathroom while Ganga was busy in the kitchen.



As if her deep cleavage and softest of boobs were not enough she also had that naughty smile while showing her boobs deliberately, only the power of love for ganga had stopped him that day or else he would have fucked her that right there and then even if god himself said no. 

Srinu had resisted then, but subconsciously, he had always regretted missing out on a gorgeous woman like Priya. A dark thought crept into his mind: If I had just accepted her advances back then, it would be me bending her over this counter right now. I would be the one pounding that tight, wet pussy instead of the watchman.

Srinu subconsciously projected himself into Raju's position. He imagined his own hands gripping her hips, his own hard cock sliding deep into her warmth, hearing her moan his name. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot up his spine. His jeans grew painfully tight as his erection hardened like a rock.

Then, a wave of intense guilt washed over him. He was thinking of another woman. He was violating the sacred promise he had made to Yin and Yang. He remembered Swati, the wild encounter where he had fucked her behind the pani puri stand in Ranigunj. He remembered how he had sworn to Yin and Yang that he would never touch another woman besides Ganga. The memory flashed in his mind, making his stomach twist with self-loathing, yet his cock remained hard and throbbing.

Srinu was snapped out of his thoughts by a sudden, loud groan. It wasn't Priya. It was Raju.

Ashok was still at the far cupboard, searching through files and murmuring to himself. But inside the kitchen, Raju had completely lost control of his senses. The pleasure was too much. He didn't care about getting caught anymore. He closed his eyes and began pumping his hips with furious speed, his body trembling. His knees shook like weak twigs, and he stood almost vertically on his tiptoes, pushing every single inch of his dark cock deep into Priya's pussy.

Priya realized Raju was making too much noise. She turned her head, a naughty smile still playing on her lips, and put a finger to her mouth.

Priya (whispering): Shh... do it quietly, Raju...



But her warning went ignored. Raju pounded her relentlessly. The sheer intensity of the thrusts broke Priya's control. She couldn't hold it back anymore; she began to let out soft, helpless moans, her head tossing back in pleasure.

Ashok shouted in frustration, turning back.

Ashok (frustrated): Where did you put this file, Priya? I can't find it!

By now, Raju's cock was rubbing directly against Priya's G-spot. She was on the verge of a shattering climax, her legs shaking, her mind completely blank. She couldn't form a proper sentence. Srinu wondered how she would answer her husband now without exposing herself.



But Priya was incredibly clever. She disguised her moans as her answers, panting out words to her husband.

Priya (panting): There... ahhh... there... ahaa...

It was a double meaning. To Ashok, she was pointing to the file. To Raju, she was guiding his cock to her sweet spot.

Ashok pointed to a folder in the far cabinet.

Ashok (asking): Is this the one, Priya?

Priya nodded frantically, her body shaking as Raju gave her one hard thrust after another.

Priya (moaning): Yessss... ahhhhaaahh... YES!!!

Srinu watched, feeling a sudden surge of anger toward Ashok. How can a man be such a dumb, blind cunt? he thought. How can he not see what is happening right in front of his eyes? Her face, her shaking body, her moans—everything is so obvious!

But then, a cold, mocking voice echoed in his mind.

You were also a dumb cunt, Srinu.

Srinu froze. When? he asked himself.

The scene of Priya getting fucked in the kitchen behind her husband's back triggered a painful memory. He remembered the day he had walked in and saw the thief Ranga hugging Ganga in their kitchen.

A sickening thought sank into his chest. Did Ganga also get fucked in our kitchen while I was sitting ignorantly in the hall? Was she taking Ranga's cock while I was just yards away?

The thought made his heart sink with raw pain, but at the same time, the dirty image made his erection throb even harder against his zipper.

Raju's loud grunt broke his thoughts again. The watchman was completely gone, his brain reeled by the tight pussy. He began to speak dirty, whispering loudly in Priya's ear.

Raju (dirty whispering): Randi saali, chhinaal apne pati se baat kar rahi hai, peeche se chhidvate hue... [You fucking whore, slut, talking to your husband while getting fucked from behind...]

Srinu was shocked to hear the watchman call Priya such vulgar names. But Priya didn't get angry. She smiled naughtily, moving her hips in perfect sync with Raju's wild thrusts, enjoying the dirty talk.



Ashok was still talking about the file, but Priya was now fully consumed by the G-spot pounding. She stood on her tiptoes, her head tilted back, her eyes closed as she rode the edge of her climax. Ashok waited for her reply, but she was speechless, her body shaking with pleasure.