Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

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Ananya stepped into the upstairs bedroom with her heart already hammering against her ribs.
The room was large, brightly lit, and dominated by a wide bed facing a full wall of glass. She knew what that glass was. On the other side, someone could watch without being seen. The thought alone made her stomach twist. She sat on the edge of the mattress, hands tightly clasped in her lap, and tried to steady her breathing. Every possible scenario raced through her mind in rapid, terrifying loops.
What will he do this time?
How far will he go?
Will he stretch me until I cry again?
Will Vicky be watching?
What if the video is still not enough and he wants more?
Her thighs pressed together instinctively. The memory of his thick cock, the way it had forced her open before, the way her own body had betrayed her with wetness and moans, all of it flooded back until her skin felt too tight. She was a married woman, a college lecturer, a wife who still wore her mangalsutra most days. Yet here she sat, waiting for a man who had already taken pieces of her she could never reclaim.
A soft click of the lock.
The door opened.
Rohan stepped inside with a wide, easy smile, as if he were arriving for nothing more serious than a friendly visit. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, simply looking at her. The smile never left his face.
Ananya stood up at once, hands rising in a pleading gesture, palms open, fingers slightly trembling.
“Please… Rohan, please leave me. You already took from me… that day, the video, everything. Please. I am begging you. Don’t do more.”
Her voice cracked on the last words. Tears already shone at the corners of her eyes. She took one small step forward, still holding her hands out as if the gesture itself could create a barrier between them.
Rohan’s smile only deepened. He pushed away from the door and walked toward her slowly, unhurried, enjoying the visible tension in her body.
“No way, my dear Ananya.” His voice was calm, almost affectionate. “Today I am going to fuck you the way you never expected. Your married cunt is going to be stretched properly. Fully. Until you feel it in your stomach.”
The crude promise hit her like a physical blow. A fresh wave of fear and reluctant heat washed through her. She shook her head rapidly, stepping back until the backs of her knees touched the bed again.
“I am married… please. My husband doesn’t know. He can never know. Please leave me. I will do anything else… money, whatever you want… just not this.”
Rohan laughed, low and genuinely amused. The sound filled the quiet room. He stopped directly in front of her, close enough that she had to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.
“Yes,” he said, still smiling. “Your husband doesn’t know. And that is exactly the problem. He doesn’t know how to treat a hot, beautiful married woman. He doesn’t know how to open her properly, how to make her scream, how to stretch that tight married cunt until she forgets she ever had limits. Today I will teach you what he never could.”
He reached out and lightly brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. Ananya flinched but did not pull away completely. Her breathing had become shallow and fast. The words “stretched” and “teach you” kept echoing inside her head, mixing fear with a dark, unwanted pulse of memory — the way her body had responded before when he had forced her past every boundary.
Rohan’s eyes flicked once toward the glass wall, a silent signal that Vicky was already in place on the other side, watching every second of her pleading and every inch of her tension. Then he looked back at Ananya, still smiling that same confident, unhurried smile.
“Clothes off,” he said softly. “Or I will take them off for you. Either way, your married cunt is getting stretched today.”
Ananya’s hands slowly lowered. Tears slipped down her cheeks. The last fragile hope that he might still release her dissolved under the weight of his calm certainty. She was alone in the room with him, Vicky was watching, and the only path left was the one he had already chosen for her.
Her fingers moved to the edge of her saree and blouse with visible reluctance, the first small surrender of the afternoon....



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Rohan did not give her time to finish undressing on her own.
The moment Ananya’s fingers hesitated at the hem of her blouse and petticoat  he stepped in, took hold of the fabric, and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion. The red bra came into view. He unhooked it without ceremony and drew the straps down her arms, freeing her full, soft breasts. Her nipples were already tight. He pushed the petticoat down and panty down together; she stepped out of them with visible reluctance. Completely naked except for the thin wedding ring, Ananya stood in the center of the bright bedroom, arms crossed over her chest, face burning.
Rohan’s smile remained calm and certain. She pleading with both hands. But he caught both hands and raised up. And she down immediately. Then he order her
“Arms up. High. Keep them there.”
Ananya’s eyes widened. When she did not move immediately he took both her wrists and lifted them above her head, holding them there until she locked her elbows and kept the position herself. The posture stretched her torso, lifted her breasts, and left every inch of her front completely exposed. She felt the weight of the glass wall behind her and a fresh wave of shame rolled through her.
Rohan began with her breasts....



Rohan began with her breasts.
He lowered his head and took the left nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly at first, then harder, tongue circling the stiff peak while his hand cupped and squeezed the soft flesh. Ananya’s breath hitched. A soft, unwilling sound escaped her throat — “Nnh…” — then another, higher one when he increased the suction. He switched to the right breast and gave it the same thorough attention, sucking until the nipple was wet and dark, then biting gently.
“Ahhhh… nnhhh… ahh…”
Her arms trembled above her head but she did not lower them. The wet sounds of his mouth on her breasts mixed with her rising, broken moans.
He moved lower.
His tongue traced a slow path down the soft plane of her stomach, dipped into the deep oval of her navel, and lingered there, licking and sucking the sensitive hollow. Ananya’s hips twitched hard. A longer, shakier moan left her — “Ahhhhh… ohhh…” — higher and more open than she wanted. He smiled against her skin and continued, hands sliding around to grip her bare ass while his mouth worked her navel with deliberate focus. Soft, continuous “ahh… nnh… ahh…” sounds spilled from her lips without pause.
Then he dropped to his knees.
He spread her thighs with his hands and dragged the flat of his tongue through her already damp slit from bottom to top, parting the soft labia and circling her clit. Ananya cried out sharply.
“Ahhhh—!”
Rohan licked her with long, thorough strokes, sucking the swollen bud, pushing his tongue inside her, then returning to the clit with firm pressure. The wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth on her cunt grew louder. Ananya’s moans climbed with them — no longer soft, no longer controlled.
“Ahhhh… nnhhh… ahhh… please… it’s too much… ahhhhh…!”
He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked hard while two fingers slid inside her and curled against the front wall. Ananya’s head fell back. A raw, high cry tore from her throat.
“Ahhhhhhh…! Nnhhh… ahhhhaaaa…!”
Her arms shook violently above her head; her breasts heaved; juices began to run down her inner thighs. Rohan kept the same relentless rhythm — tongue and fingers working together — until her moans turned into open, desperate, continuous cries that echoed off the glass wall.
“Ahhhh… ahhha… nnhhh… I can’t… ahhhhh… please… ahhhhaaaaa…!”
That was when the door opened again.
Ananya’s eyes flew wide. She tried to lower her arms and cover herself, but Rohan’s hands gripped her wrists and kept them high. A second pair of hands settled on her bare waist from behind. Warm breath touched the back of her neck. Soft lips pressed against the sensitive skin just below her ear.
She jerked hard.
“Who—?!”
She twisted her head and saw Vicky standing behind her, already shirtless, eyes dark with open lust. The shock of a second man’s hands on her naked body while Rohan’s mouth was still between her legs sent a violent wave of shame through her, but the physical stimulation did not stop. Her moans continued, broken and loud, even as she stared at him in stunned disbelief.
“Ahhhh… nnhhh… ahhh…!”
Vicky’s voice was low and almost apologetic.
“As per Rohan’s orders I came. Otherwise he said he would send the clear video to your husband tonight. I had no choice… so I came to romance with you.”
Ananya’s face burned. Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks. Her cries had not stopped; Rohan’s tongue and fingers continued without pause, forcing louder, wetter sounds out of her even while Vicky’s hands slid upward and cupped her breasts from behind, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling the wet nipples between his fingers. He kissed and licked the side of her neck. Ananya’s moans overlapped and climbed higher, helpless and continuous.
“Ahhhhh… ahhha… nnhhh… both… ahhhh… too much… ahhhhaaaaa…!”.... Both wicked.. Already before 15 minutes back Vicky tricked a plan to involve her husband Rajesh. So he called him come to at my second villa and gave adress... for to discuss important  things. Rahesg told yes sir within 10 min I will come..

 
  Then movement on the other side of the glass caught her eye.
Rajesh entered the adjacent room.
Ananya’s entire body went rigid with pure panic. Her husband walked in, looked around the empty study, and sat down in the same chair, completely unaware that only a few feet of one-way glass separated him from his naked, trembling, moaning wife. He opened his laptop.
Ananya’s voice cracked into a higher, terrified cry.
“He is here— please— my husband— ahhhh…!”
Rohan lifted his mouth from her cunt just long enough to speak, lips still shiny with her wetness, while his fingers kept stroking inside her.
“Don’t tense. It is one-way glass. We can see him clearly. He cannot see us at all. He has no idea his quiet, conservative wife is standing naked with two men, arms up, moaning and dripping while he sits there working.”
The reassurance did nothing to calm the terror in her chest, but the physical stimulation only intensified. Rohan returned to her clit with even more focused, wet suction. Vicky continued to squeeze and roll her breasts, pinching the nipples, kissing her neck and shoulders. Ananya’s arms remained locked above her head; her legs trembled so badly she could barely stay upright. The wet sounds of Rohan’s mouth, the soft gasps and loud cries leaving her own throat, and the knowledge that her husband sat only a few feet away combined into a pressure that became unbearable.
“Ahhhhhh… nnhhh… ahhhha… I can see him… ahhhh… please… it’s too much… ahhhhaaaaa…!”
Rohan pushed three fingers inside her and rubbed firmly against her G-spot while his tongue worked her clit without pause. Vicky’s hands kept a steady, possessive rhythm on her breasts. Ananya’s cries rose higher and higher, raw, continuous, and completely unrestrained, until the tension finally broke.
A loud, shaking scream tore from her throat as the orgasm crashed through her.
“Ahhhhhhhh—! Ahhhhaaaaa… nnhhh… ahhhhh…!”
Her cunt clenched hard around Rohan’s fingers; clear fluid squirted in several strong, visible pulses, splashing against his hand and wrist and dripping onto the floor between her feet. Her whole body convulsed; her arms pulled against the order to keep them raised; tears streamed down her face while long, broken, overlapping moans and cries poured out of her without any control left.
“Ahhhh… ahhha… nnhhh… I’m… ahhhhh…!”
Rohan kept his fingers moving through the entire release, drawing every last pulse and every last broken sound from her. Vicky held her upright from behind, still cupping her breasts, mouth against her ear.
“That’s it… let it out. Your husband is right there and he has no idea his wife is squirting and screaming for two men.”
Ananya’s knees gave out. They lowered her carefully onto the bed, still trembling, still panting, still letting soft, residual “ahh… nnh… ahh…” moans escape with every breath. The wet evidence of her climax shone on her inner thighs and on the floor. On the other side of the glass Rajesh continued to type, completely unaware that the soft, conservative woman he had married had just been licked, fingered, and made to squirt and cry out while he sat only a few feet away.
Rohan and Vicky looked down at her spent, still-moaning body with quiet, shared satisfaction. The afternoon was only beginning, and her married cunt had already been stretched open by pleasure she could no longer silence......