Adultery Wife's Submission to husband's Enemy

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Vikram stayed buried deep inside Shailaja for a long moment, letting her feel every thick inch of his 10-inch cock stretching her walls. Her heavy 36-size breasts rose and fell rapidly under him. The red lace bra and cream saree lay discarded on the floor. Only her mangalsutra remained, resting between those soft, bouncing mounds.
He began to move.
Slow, deep strokes at first. He pulled almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her, then pushed back in with controlled power. Each thrust made her full breasts jiggle. Shailaja’s soft moans quickly grew louder.
“AAAAHHH… Vikram… so deep… you’re filling me completely…”
He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her legs high and wide, folding her almost in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper. The head of his cock kissed her cervix with every stroke.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Shailaja cried out, her voice rising. “Too deep… Vikram… it’s hitting something… AHHH!”
He fucked her in that folded position for long minutes, watching her face twist with pleasure and overwhelm. Her moans turned into continuous heavy cries. Tears of intensity gathered at the corners of her eyes. He leaned down and sucked one dark nipple hard while pounding her.
When her first orgasm hit, her whole body shook. Her pussy clenched tightly around him and a loud, broken scream tore from her throat:
“I’m cumming… Vikram… AAAAAAHHHHH!”










He did not stop. He kept thrusting through her climax until she was whimpering and oversensitive. Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, face down on the silk sheets — the classic doggy position.
He entered her from behind in one hard thrust.
“AAAAAHHHH!” she screamed into the pillow.
The new angle was even more intense. His thick cock dragged along her front wall with every stroke. He gripped her soft hips tightly and began fucking her with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the large bedroom. Her heavy breasts swung freely beneath her, the mangalsutra swinging with them.
“Look how your married body takes me,” Vikram growled, spanning one of her ass cheeks. “Your husband thinks he owns this pussy… but tonight it belongs to me.”
Shailaja’s cries grew louder and more desperate.
“Yes… take it… fuck me harder… AAAAAHHH… Vikram… your cock is so thick… I can feel every vein…”
He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles while pounding her. Within minutes she came again — a long, wailing orgasm that made her arms collapse. She fell flat on the bed while he continued fucking her from behind, his cock still buried deep.














After that climax he pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pulled her on top of him.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
Shailaja straddled his hips, took his thick shaft in her hand, and slowly sank down onto it. Both of them groaned as she took him to the root. She began to bounce — first slowly, then faster. Her heavy 36-size breasts bounced and jiggled wildly in front of his face. Vikram reached up and squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples, watching them move.
“That’s it… bounce on my cock… show me how much you needed this…”
Shailaja’s moans turned into continuous high cries. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and rode him harder. The wet sounds of their joining grew louder. He thrust up to meet her every time she came down, making the impact even stronger.
“AAAAAHHHHH… I’m going to cum again… Vikram… yes… yes… AAAAAHHH!”
She came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy pulsing around him. Before she could recover, Vikram sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and flipped their positions without pulling out. Now he was on top again, but this time in a deep missionary with her legs locked around his waist.
He fucked her with long, grinding strokes, rubbing his pelvis against her clit on every thrust. Shailaja’s cries became almost continuous.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop… fuck me… ruin me… AAAAAHHH!”
He changed the angle again, lifting one of her legs high over his shoulder. The deeper penetration made her scream louder than before. Her free hand clutched the black silk sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.
After several intense minutes in that position, Vikram pulled out, turned her onto her side, and entered her from behind in a spooning angle. One of his large hands reached around to hold both of her heavy breasts while the other rubbed her clit. He fucked her with steady, deep strokes, kissing and biting the back of her neck.
“You’re my secret whore now,” he whispered in her ear. “You brought me the proofs… now take every drop I’m going to give you.”
Shailaja could only moan and cry out, her body completely surrendered.
















He moved her once more — this time onto her back again, but with both legs pushed high and wide, almost touching the headboard. He knelt between them and drove down into her with powerful, almost punishing thrusts. The bed shook. Her breasts bounced heavily. Her cries filled the entire villa.
“AAAAAHHHHH… Vikram… it’s too much… I can’t… I’m cumming again… AAAAAAHHHHH!”
Her third major orgasm was the strongest yet. Her back arched off the bed, her mouth opened in a silent scream that turned into a long, broken wail, and her pussy gushed around his thick cock.
Only then did Vikram allow himself to finish. He buried himself to the hilt, groaned deeply, and flooded her with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse filled her until it began to leak out around his shaft.