Adultery Dad's Enemy Made My Mom Heartless (COMPLETED!!)

[thoristhanos]

Akash set the camera back on the bedside table and leaned down to kiss her. She met him eagerly, arms sliding around his neck, and for several long minutes they simply kissed and cuddled, bodies pressed close, legs tangled. Their voices were low, intimate; I could not hear the words, but I saw the smiles, the soft laughter, the way their mouths kept finding each other between whispers. They looked like newlyweds—completely absorbed in one another, touching with the easy familiarity of long-time lovers. Watching them, I felt something inside me crack. This was not the detached, physical arrangement I had tried to convince myself it would be. This was love—deep, emotional, consuming—and it was clear she loved him more than she loved my father, more than she loved me, more than she loved her four-year-old son. The realization hit harder than any of the physical acts I had already witnessed.


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After a while they shifted into a spooning position, her back to his chest, his arm dbangd over her waist. He began to move behind her, slow, almost tender thrusts that made her sigh and press back against him. He kissed the nape of her neck, the soft skin behind her ear, the curve of her shoulder, each kiss accompanied by a gentle roll of his hips. The pace was unhurried, almost loving, a stark contrast to the brutal fucking from minutes before. They moved together like that for several minutes, lost in the quiet rhythm, until another phone call interrupted them.

This time it was my father. She looked at the screen, then at Akash, uncertainty flickering across her face. “What should I do?” she whispered. He smiled, eyes dark with mischief. “Pick it up,” he said. She gave him a naughty look. “No funny business while I’m on the call.” He grinned. “No promises.” He stopped thrusting but left his cock buried deep inside her as she answered and put the phone on speaker.

My father’s voice filled the room, warm and affectionate. “Happy twentieth anniversary, my love.” My mother blinked, momentarily confused, then remembered that tomorrow—today, technically—was their anniversary. My father chuckled. “Did you forget?” She laughed lightly, trying to sound natural. “No, no, I… it’s ten p.m. here, I’m just confused why you’re calling now.” He explained the time difference—Dubai was two hours ahead—and she replied with short, distracted answers, her face showing clear irritation whenever she glanced at Akash. The look she gave him was almost mocking, as if to say, Can you believe this man?

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Akash grew visibly impatient. He began to move his hips again, slow, deliberate thrusts that made her eyes widen in surprise and fear. She did not stop him. Instead she tried to keep her voice steady while my father asked how she had been, how the children were, whether she needed anything. Her answers were clipped, almost curt, while beneath the sheets Akash’s cock slid in and out of her with increasing speed. A few escaped moans slipped past her lips; she tried to cover them by clearing her throat, but my father noticed. “What happened?” he asked. She replied quickly, “Nothing, just applying some balm to my knee—it got busted on a door cabinet and it’s been hurting.” The lie sounded thin even to me.

Then Akash leaned forward, thrusted a little harder and kissed her—deep, open-mouthed—while she was still on the call with her husband. The sight made my cock twitch painfully. I pulled it out again and began stroking, unable to look away. My father’s voice continued, unaware. “All right, love you.” She tried to reply—“Lov-- aah - yo--  t— aah” but the word broke into a soft, involuntary moan as Akash’s tongue slid against hers. She hung up before she could finish the sentence.

I wondered what my father had thought about that at that exact moment, Did he had a clue ?, did he suspected something ? that his "dutifull", "faithful", "sanskaari" wife was getting railed by his greatest enemy while he worked hard for her thousands of miles away on his marriage anniversary as he wished her, that she had a cock in her cunt which was not his, as he told her that he loved her at that exact moment his greatest rival has kissed her and thrusted in her so fast she didn't even replied properly.

The moment the call ended, Akash flipped her onto her back and drove into her in one hard thrust. “Fuck—yes—!” she screamed, voice raw with pleasure. He set a brutal pace, hips snapping forward, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. “Take it,” he growled. “Take every fucking inch of this cock while your husband’s still on the line in your head.” Her moans rose louder, desperate and unfiltered. “Yes—yes—fuck me harder—ruin me—god, I love how you wreck this married cunt—!”

They moved together with frantic urgency, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass. When they came it was simultaneous—she wrapped both arms around his neck and crossed her ankles above his back, locking him in place. “Don’t pull out—come inside me—fill me up—!” she gasped. He groaned, hips grinding deep as he emptied himself in long, powerful spurts, his cock pulsing visibly while she milked every drop.

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