Adultery Wife's Submission to husband's Enemy

[girrich9486]

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        Meanwhile, in their apartment, Karthik was not a fool.
He had noticed the changes in Shailaja. She came home late twice with flushed cheeks. Small bite marks on her neck that she tried to hide with makeup. Her pussy was unusually wet and slippery some nights — almost as if another man’s cum was already inside her. When he fucked her ass, she moaned louder than usual, but her eyes looked distant, guilty.
He couldn’t trust his wife anymore.


      That night, after dinner, Karthik watched her carefully as she washed dishes. Her ass looked tempting in the thin nightie, but his mind was sharp.
“Shailaja,” he called softly.
She turned, smiling nervously. “Yes?”
He pulled her close, hands on her waist. “You’ve been different lately. Are you hiding something from me? About Vikram?”
Her eyes flickered for half a second. “No, baby… I’m just scared of this revenge game. That’s all.”
Karthik didn’t believe her fully. He kissed her neck, then suddenly pushed her against the kitchen counter. He yanked her nightie up, found her already wet.
“You’re dripping,” he growled. “Thinking about him again?”
Before she could answer, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy roughly. Shailaja gasped.
“Karthik… slow…”
He didn’t. He finger-fucked her hard while biting her shoulder.
“You’re my wife. But if you even think of helping that bastard, I’ll make you regret it.”
Shailaja moaned, hips moving against his hand despite the fear. Karthik sensed her conflict and used it.
He bent her over the counter, pulled out his cock, and slammed into her pussy in one stroke.
“AAAAHHH!” she cried.
He fucked her hard — angry, possessive strokes. “Tell me you belong to me. Not him.”
“I belong to you… Karthik… AHHH… only you…”
But even as she screamed for him, Karthik’s mind was planning.
“She might betray me,” he thought while pounding her. “I can feel it. She still craves his cock. So I’ll test her. I’ll set a trap. Plant fake videos and passwords. If she steals them and gives to Vikram, I’ll know. Then I’ll punish her… and use it against him.”
He pulled out of her pussy and pushed into her pussy without warning.
Shailaja screamed louder: “No… not sudden… too rough… AAAAAHHH!”
Karthik fucked her cunt mercilessly, slapping her cheeks red.
“You will help me destroy him, won’t you?” he growled.
“Yes… yes… I will… AHHH! Fuck me harder… remind me I’m yours…”
He came deep in her , marking her. Afterward he held her tight, whispering sweet lies while his mind worked on the counter-plan.



















Karthik’s Trap

Karthik lay on his side in the dark bedroom, eyes half-open, breathing slow and steady like a sleeping man. Beside him, Shailaja’s soft body was warm under the thin sheet. Her back was to him. He could smell the faint scent of her skin mixed with the soap she had used earlier. His cock twitched once at the memory of how wet she had been the last few nights, but his mind stayed sharp.
He knew.
He had watched the small changes for days. The way her eyes flickered when he mentioned Vikram. The late returns. The bite marks she tried to cover. The way her pussy stayed unusually wet and slippery even when he had not touched her. She was still his wife, but something inside her had already shifted toward the enemy.
So he had prepared the trap carefully.
That afternoon, while Shailaja was in the kitchen, Karthik had burned a set of carefully edited fake videos and photos onto a blank CD and copied them onto a small black USB drive. The files looked real enough — Navya’s body, her screams, her mangalsutra swinging — but the faces and voices were slightly altered, the timestamps wrong, and the metadata planted with false trails. He placed the CD and USB loosely inside the unlocked drawer of his study table, right next to his personal laptop. On his second phone he left the old password that Shailaja had known for years. Everything was open, inviting, and deliberate.
If the items remained untouched, she was still loyal.
If they disappeared, the truth was confirmed.
He had also installed a tiny hidden camera high in the corner of the bedroom — a small black dot that recorded everything in high resolution and sent the feed to his private cloud. Another smaller camera watched the study table. Tonight he would finally know.
Around 1:40 a.m. Shailaja’s breathing changed. She waited another five minutes, then carefully slid out of bed. The sheet rustled softly. Karthik kept his eyes closed and his breathing even, but every muscle in his body was alert.
Shailaja stood in the dark for a moment, heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her thin nightie clung to her breasts and hips. She was already wet — not only from fear, but from the dangerous thrill of what she was about to do. Vikram’s voice still echoed in her head from the last phone call: Good girl… bring me the originals… I will fuck you better than he ever could.
She padded barefoot out of the bedroom and into the study. The floor was cool under her feet. She switched on the small desk lamp, keeping the light low. Her hands trembled as she opened the unlocked drawer.
There they were. Exactly as she had hoped.
A black USB drive and a silver CD in a clear case. Next to them, Karthik’s second phone.
Shailaja’s breath came faster. She picked up the USB first, turning it over in her fingers. Then the CD. She could almost feel Vikram’s thick cock already rewarding her for this. Her nipples hardened under the nightie. She slipped both items into the pocket of the nightie and reached for the phone.
The old password still worked. She unlocked it quickly, found the hidden folder of videos and photos, and began transferring everything to a small cloud link she had prepared for Vikram. Her fingers moved fast, but her thighs pressed together. The risk of getting caught made her pussy throb.
She did not notice the tiny camera watching from the ceiling.
Karthik watched the live feed on his own phone under the pillow. His face stayed calm, but his cock was fully hard now. He saw every movement — the way Shailaja’s breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric, the way her nightie rode up when she bent over the desk, the flash of her bare ass and the dark shadow between her thighs. She was stealing from him for another man, and the sight of her betrayal was both painful and darkly arousing.
Shailaja finished the transfer. She deleted the local copies carefully, closed the drawer, and stood still for a moment, breathing hard. Then she slipped the USB and CD into a small pouch she had prepared and hid them inside her handbag in the cupboard.
When she returned to the bedroom, her heart was still racing. She carefully slid back under the sheet, trying to match Karthik’s breathing.....



Karthik waited another ten minutes. Then he rolled over and pressed his hard cock against her soft ass.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
Shailaja froze. “I… I just went for water.”
He did not answer with words. His hand slid under her nightie, found her already soaked pussy, and pushed two fingers deep inside without warning.
“You’re dripping,” he growled against her ear. “Why is my wife so wet in the middle of the night?”
Shailaja gasped. “Karthik… please…”
He pulled her nightie up to her waist, spread her legs, and entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out softly, face buried in the pillow.
He fucked her with slow, deep, angry strokes while the hidden camera recorded everything. His hand reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. And both slept... He knows everything but he pretend to not known nothing.......




Karthik’s New Weapon


The morning after the midnight theft, Karthik woke early. Shailaja was still asleep beside him, her nightie half-pushed up from the rough fucking he had given her. Cum had dried on her inner thighs. He stared at her peaceful face for a long moment, then quietly got out of bed.
In the study he checked the hidden camera footage again. Clear as day — Shailaja in her thin nightie, breasts swaying as she bent over the desk, taking the USB and CD, transferring the files from his phone. She had walked straight into the trap. The fakes were now with her, ready to be delivered to Vikram.
Karthik smiled coldly. The first part of his plan was complete.
He opened a new encrypted folder on his laptop. Inside were the real reports from the professional spy he had hired two weeks earlier — a quiet, expensive man who specialised in following high-profile people and their families. Karthik had paid a heavy amount for continuous updates. Until recently he had known almost nothing about Vikram’s private life. Now he knew everything.
The latest report had arrived at 5:12 a.m.
Karthik read it slowly, heart beating faster with every line.
Vikram’s wife – Swetha Reddy.
Age: 34.
Height: 5'6".
Fair, elegant face, long black hair, sharp eyes, full lips.
Body: slim waist, heavy breasts, long legs.
She has been living in Dubai for the last eight months looking after their family business — export of textiles and jewellery.
She is flying back to mumbai tonight. Flight lands tomorrow morning at 7:40 a.m.
She will stay at their Jubilee Hills villa for three weeks.
Her husband Vikram has not told her about the recent troubles with Karthik. She still believes everything is normal.
Karthik leaned back in his chair and laughed quietly — a low, satisfied sound.
“How fortunate I am,” he whispered to himself. “First his sister Navya… now his wife Swetha is coming home. The gods are smiling on my revenge.”
He opened a separate folder the spy had sent — photographs of Swetha. Recent ones taken at Dubai airport, at a business lunch, walking in a mall. She was stunning. In one photo she wore a cream silk saree that hugged her curves. In another she was in a black formal dress that showed the soft swell of her breasts and the elegant line of her neck. Her face had a quiet, aristocratic beauty — the kind that made men stare.
Karthik’s cock hardened as he stared at the pictures.
He began planning immediately........
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