Adultery The Strict wife Swati's humiliation and Submission

[Suresh@123]

Thankyou so much to all.....




              Swati’s body still trembled violently on the large king-size bed. The sheets beneath her were soaked — dark wet patches spread across the expensive fabric from the flood of her own juices. She lay completely nude, her perfect 36-28-36 figure gleaming under the soft light. Oil, sweat, and arousal mixed on her smooth skin. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with each heavy pant. Her deep oval navel fluttered with every shaky breath. Her soft, hairless underarms glistened. Between her spread thighs, her swollen, sensitive pussy still pulsed and dripped, the evidence of the hardest orgasms of her life.
She could not look at him.
Her face burned with residual shyness and the overwhelming aftermath of pleasure. Every muscle still quivered. Small aftershocks kept making her thighs twitch. She kept her eyes half-closed or turned away, too embarrassed and drained to meet Khan’s gaze.
Khan stood at the side of the bed, completely satisfied. His broad chest rose and fell steadily. A dark, triumphant smile played on his lips as he stared down at her. The proud Assistant CEO — the aggressive tigress who once scolded him daily — now lay naked, panting, and thoroughly used on the wet sheets she had soaked herself.
He spoke in a calm, almost mocking tone filled with quiet victory.
“Take rest, Madam… Your body is still shaking so hard from those orgasms. Look at you. A big business tigress… panting after being fucked so hard by her own driver.”
He laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied.
“And you are lying here with this hot naked body completely open… Tomorrow I will introduce you to what real pleasure truly is. That bastard your husband Vamsi doesn’t know how to treat a beautiful wife like you.”
The insult hit Swati like a slap.
Her eyes snapped open. The lingering pleasure and weakness mixed with sudden anger. She gathered whatever energy she had left, her chest still heaving, and glared at him with the remnants of her old pride.
“Don’t you dare scold Vamsi,” she said, her voice still breathless but sharp. “Don’t call him that. Otherwise I will fire you from this job. Do you understand? I will throw you out.”
Khan only laughed again — deeper this time. He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her naked, glittering body. His eyes traveled slowly over her full breasts, her trembling stomach, her wet thighs, and the still-dripping center between them. He looked completely unconcerned by her threat.
He leaned closer. One finger gently touched her soft lips.
“Shhhhhhhhhh… hhh… Don’t scold, Madam…”....


     
             












“Shhhhhhhhhh… hhh… Don’t scold, Madam…”
Before she could react further, his other hand moved down. Two thick fingers found the entrance of her cunt — still soaked, swollen, and open from everything that had just happened. He slid them in easily, without resistance. The wetness allowed them to sink deep in one smooth motion.
Swati’s body jerked hard in pure surprise.
She had not expected the sudden touch. Her eyes widened. A fresh wave of unwanted excitement shot through her exhausted nerves.
“Hmmmm… nooooo… Khan……” she moaned, her voice breaking between protest and involuntary pleasure. “Please………… Nooooo ooo……”
Her hips twitched against his hand even as she tried to pull away. The fingers moved inside her with slow, deliberate skill — curling, stroking, pressing against the still-sensitive walls. Every movement sent sharp sparks through her overstimulated body. Her thighs trembled harder. Fresh juices coated his fingers immediately.
Khan kept his fingers buried deep and moving while he looked into her flushed face.
“Tell me,” he asked in a low, teasing voice, “you will fire me out? Will you?”
His fingers curled again, rubbing that sensitive spot inside her. Swati’s back arched slightly. A broken moan escaped her throat. The anger she had gathered was already melting under the renewed pleasure.
“I… I will…” she tried to say, but the words came out weak and shaky. “I will fire you… if you… ahhh… talk about him like that…”.....










“I… I will…” she tried to say, but the words came out weak and shaky. “I will fire you… if you… ahhh… talk about him like that…”
Khan only smiled and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently inside her dripping cunt. The wet sounds were clear and obscene in the quiet room. Swati’s body continued to shake. Her hands gripped the wet sheets. Her eyes fluttered between defiance and helpless pleasure.
“Look at you, Madam,” he whispered, still working his fingers slowly and thoroughly. “Threatening to fire me while your pussy is gripping my fingers so tightly. Still so wet… still so open… after everything.”
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear while his fingers kept their relentless, teasing rhythm.
“You can fire me tomorrow if you want. But right now… your body is telling a different story.”
Swati’s protests turned into longer, broken moans. The sudden fingering after her intense climax was almost too much. Her oversensitive nerves lit up with every stroke. She tried to close her thighs, but his hand stayed firmly between them, two thick fingers sliding in and out of her soaked cunt with ease.
“Hmmmm… no… Khan… it’s too sensitive… please… ahhhh…”...










“Hmmmm… no… Khan… it’s too sensitive… please… ahhhh…”
Yet her hips began to move in small, involuntary circles against his hand. The anger over the insult to Vamsi still burned somewhere in her mind, but it was being drowned by the fresh waves of pleasure. She was panting again. Her full breasts rose and fell faster. Her deep oval navel tightened with each wave.
Khan watched her face with quiet triumph, never stopping the slow, deep fingering.
“Still going to fire me, Madam?” he asked again, curling his fingers deliberately against her G-spot. “Or are you going to keep moaning like this while your driver’s fingers are inside you?”
Swati could only answer with another long, helpless moan as her body continued to shake and respond despite every attempt at resistance.
The wet sheets beneath her grew even wetter. The proud tigress was once again being reduced to trembling, panting, and open under the hands of the man she had just threatened to dismiss.
And Khan showed no intention of stopping the teasing anytime soon....



   






    Khan’s two thick fingers stayed buried deep inside Swati’s dripping cunt, moving with slow, deliberate strokes. He curled them upward, pressing firmly against the sensitive spot that made her whole body twitch. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers sliding in and out filled the quiet room. Fresh juices continued to leak around his hand, soaking the already wet sheets even more.
Swati’s naked body still trembled. Her full breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath. She tried to keep her face turned away, but every time his fingers pressed deeper she let out another soft, broken moan.
Khan leaned closer, his voice low and full of quiet amusement.
“Tell me again, Madam… are you still going to fire me?”
Swati’s eyes fluttered. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold on to the anger she had felt only moments ago. The insult to Vamsi still burned somewhere in her mind, but it was getting harder to hold onto while his fingers kept working inside her.
“Y-yes…” she managed between pants. “I will… fire you… if you talk about him like that again…”
Khan smiled and pushed his fingers deeper, scissoring them gently so she could feel the stretch.
“Is that so?” he asked softly. “Then why is your pussy gripping my fingers so tightly right now? Why are you so wet again already?”
Swati’s hips jerked involuntarily. A longer moan escaped her throat.
“Hmmmm… no… don’t ask that… ahhh…”
“Answer me, Madam.” His thumb began to circle her swollen clit while his fingers continued their slow, deep thrusting. “Are you wet because you are angry… or because you like what your driver is doing to you?”













“Is that so?” he asked softly. “Then why is your pussy gripping my fingers so tightly right now? Why are you so wet again already?”
Swati’s hips jerked involuntarily. A longer moan escaped her throat.
“Hmmmm… no… don’t ask that… ahhh…”
“Answer me, Madam.” His thumb began to circle her swollen clit while his fingers continued their slow, deep thrusting. “Are you wet because you are angry… or because you like what your driver is doing to you?”
Her face burned with fresh shyness and frustration. She tried to close her thighs, but he kept them open with his free hand. The dual stimulation — thick fingers inside and the firm circling on her clit — made her body shake harder.
“I… I’m angry…” she whispered, but her voice cracked. “You… called him bastard… you can’t… ahhhh… talk like that…”
Khan leaned down and lightly kissed the side of her neck while his fingers kept moving.
“And yet you are moaning for me. Look at your body, Madam. Completely naked… sheets soaked… legs open… taking my fingers so easily. Does an angry woman usually drip like this?”......

Swati’s only answer was another helpless moan. Her deep oval navel tightened. Her soft underarms were damp with fresh sweat. Every nerve felt oversensitive after the previous intense climax, and his teasing was building the pressure again far too quickly.....