Adultery Wife's Submission to husband's Enemy

[girrich9486]

Thankyou alll





The morning light filtered through the curtains. Shailaja sat on the edge of the bed, still naked under the thin sheet, her body marked with faint red fingerprints from last night’s rough fucking. Between her legs she could still feel the sticky reminder of her husband’s cum. But her mind was far away.
The small black USB drive and the silver CD sat hidden inside her handbag in the cupboard. Fake or real, she did not know. All she knew was that Vikram was waiting for them. Every time she closed her eyes she heard his deep voice on the phone: Good girl… bring me the originals… I will fuck you better than he ever could.
She needed a chance. A long window of time when Karthik would be out of the house. Then she could call Vikram, meet him in the parking lot or a hotel, hand over the files, and receive her reward on the back seat of his Mercedes — ice on her clit, his thick 10-inch cock stretching her ass, his voice calling her “my married slut.”
She was still lost in that fantasy when Karthik walked into the bedroom, already dressed in a crisp black shirt and jeans.
“Shailaja,” he said casually, “I have an important purpose today. I’m going out. I will come late… maybe after 10 or 11 at night. Don’t wait for dinner.”
A soft glow appeared on her face before she could hide it. Her heart leapt. Perfect. The opportunity she had been waiting for.
She kept her voice sweet and concerned. “Okay, baby. Be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
Karthik leaned down, kissed her forehead, and squeezed her bare breast one last time. “Be a good wife,” he murmured. Then he left.
The moment the main door closed, Shailaja jumped up. She opened her secret phone and typed a quick message to Vikram:


Today is free. He is going out late. I have the files. Tell me where and when.
She waited, thighs already pressing together with excitement.
Meanwhile, Karthik drove out of the society and dialled Navya’s number.
“Hey, sweety… where are you?”
Navya’s soft voice came through. “Just reached home from college… why?”
“Shall we meet? I have a surprise for you.”
There was a short pause, then a shy, eager reply. “Yes… okay.”
“Come to the private service apartment on Road No. Farm house. I’ll message the exact gate code. Don’t tell anyone. Wear something sexy for me.”
“I’ll be there in forty minutes,” Navya whispered.
Karthik ended the call and immediately dialled the spy.
“Come to farm house Road No s, service apartment 4B. Urgent. Wait outside in your car. I need real-time updates on Swetha’s movements the moment she lands tomorrow, and I may need you to follow someone else tonight. Keep your camera ready.”
The spy simply answered, “Understood. On my way.”



Shailaja’s heart was racing as the taxi stopped outside Vikram’s luxurious villa in Jubilee Hills. She wore a simple cream saree with a thin gold border — modest from the outside, but underneath she had chosen carefully: a red lace bra that barely contained her 36-size heavy breasts, matching red lace panty, and nothing else. The small pouch containing the USB and CD was clutched tightly in her hand.
She rang the bell.
Vikram opened the door within seconds. He was barefoot, wearing only black lounge pants that hung low on his hips. His bare chest and strong arms looked even more powerful under the soft villa lights. The moment he saw her, a dark, satisfied smile spread across his face.
“Come in, my good girl,” he said in a low, warm voice, stepping aside.
Shailaja walked in. The moment the heavy door closed, Vikram’s eyes dropped to the pouch in her hand.
“You brought them?”
She nodded, a little breathless. “I took the total original evidences… everything from his laptop, phone, and the hidden files. USB and CD. All of it.”
She held the pouch out. Vikram took it slowly, almost reverently. He opened it, looked at the USB and the silver CD, and a deep, victorious laugh rolled from his chest.
“Perfect… perfect, my loyal slut.” He cupped her cheek with one large hand. “You have no idea how happy this makes me. Now I can destroy that bastard completely… and reward you the way you deserve.”
He did not know the files were carefully planted fakes. Neither did she.
Vikram took her hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed her palm slowly, then the inside of her wrist. The soft, intimate gesture made Shailaja’s knees weak. Then, without warning, he bent down, slid one strong arm under her knees and the other around her back, and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing.
Shailaja gasped and automatically wrapped her arms around his neck. His bare chest was warm and hard against her side. He carried her straight into the master bedroom — a vast room with a massive king-size bed covered in black silk sheets.
He laid her down gently in the centre of the bed.
For a moment he just stood there looking at her, eyes dark with hunger.
Then he began.
His fingers found the edge of her cream saree. Slowly, almost teasingly, he unwrapped the heavy silk from her body. Fold after fold slid away until the entire saree lay in a soft pile on the floor. She was left in only her petticoat and blouse.
Vikram climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of her hips. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right on her deep navel. Then another. Then he opened his mouth and began licking the soft skin of her tummy in slow, wet circles.
“Aahh… Vikram…” Shailaja moaned, her back arching slightly.
His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling, sucking gently. He licked lower, just above the waistband of the petticoat, then higher again, leaving shiny trails of saliva across her soft belly. One of his large hands slid up and cupped her breast over the blouse, squeezing the heavy flesh.
“You smell so good,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
He kissed and licked her tummy for long minutes until Shailaja was squirming, soft moans spilling from her lips. Only then did his fingers move to the hooks of her blouse.
One by one, the small hooks opened. He peeled the blouse open slowly, revealing the bright red lace bra underneath. The cups were already strained by her 36-size full breasts. The dark outlines of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin lace.
Vikram’s eyes darkened further.















“Fuck… look at these,” he growled. He ran both hands over the lace-covered mounds, squeezing, lifting, pressing them together. “So heavy… so soft… perfect for my hands and my mouth.”
He leaned down and kissed the deep valley between her breasts, then licked along the upper edge of the lace. Shailaja’s breathing grew faster. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders.
Vikram reached behind her, unhooked the red bra with one practised movement, and slowly pulled the straps down her arms. The moment the bra left her body, her heavy breasts spilled free — full, round, with dark, already hard nipples.
He stared for a second, then groaned and buried his face between them. He kissed, licked, and sucked the soft flesh, moving from one breast to the other. He took one thick nipple into his mouth and sucked hard while his fingers pinched and rolled the other.
“AAAAHHH… Vikram… yes…” Shailaja cried out, her back arching off the bed.













He untied the petticoat string and pulled the fabric down her legs along with the red lace panty in one smooth motion. Now she was completely naked on the black silk sheets, mangalsutra still resting between her heaving breasts.
Vikram stood up just long enough to push his lounge pants down. His thick, 10-inch cock sprang free — already hard, veined, and leaking at the tip.
He climbed back between her spread thighs, rubbed the heavy head of his cock up and down her wet slit, then slowly pushed inside.
“AAAAAHHHHH…” Shailaja’s long moan filled the bedroom as he stretched her open inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
Vikram began to fuck her with deep, powerful strokes, the king-size bed creaking under them. He leaned down and kissed her open mouth while his hips worked steadily.
“You brought me the proofs,” he growled against her lips. “Now take your reward… every thick inch… while I plan how to destroy your husband with the files you gave me.”
Shailaja wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned louder, completely lost in the pleasure, still believing she had handed him the real weapons of revenge.