Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

Rohan and Vicky stepped back just far enough for Ananya to see them clearly.
Both men unbuckled their belts at the same time. The soft metallic sound of zippers followed. Ananya’s eyes widened as they pushed their pants and underwear down. Two thick, heavy cocks sprang free — Rohan’s long, heavily veined eleven-inch length already fully hard and flushed, Vicky’s nearly as thick and only slightly shorter, the head glistening. The size of them side by side made her stomach drop.
A violent mixture of panic and unwanted heat crashed through her.
Today I will die.
The thought was not dramatic; it felt real. Her married body had already been stretched, licked, and made to squirt while her husband sat only a few feet away on the other side of the glass. Now both men stood in front of her with their cocks out, and the look in their eyes said the real fucking was only beginning. Shame burned across her face and chest. Her nipples, still wet from earlier sucking, tightened further. Between her legs she felt a fresh, traitorous pulse of wetness even as fear made her hands tremble.
Rohan’s voice was calm and absolute.
“On your knees. Blow job. Now.”
“No…” Ananya whispered, shaking her head rapidly. Tears already shone in her eyes. “Please… I can’t… not both… please.”
Rohan did not argue. He stepped forward, tangled his fingers in her long hair, and pulled her head firmly toward his cock. The thick, hot shaft pressed against her closed lips. Ananya tried to turn her face away, but the grip in her hair was unyielding. He rubbed the heavy head across her mouth, smearing pre-cum on her lower lip.
“Open.”
A broken sound of pure shame left her. Then, slowly, unwillingly, her lips parted. Rohan pushed forward at once. The broad head stretched her mouth open; the thick shaft slid across her tongue until the head nudged the back of her throat. Ananya gagged softly, eyes watering. He did not give her time to adjust. He began to fuck her mouth with steady, deep strokes, using the grip in her hair to control the rhythm.
Muffled, continuous sounds spilled around his cock.
“Hmmmm… hmmmm… hmmmph… hmmmm…”
Each thrust pushed her soft lips wide and made her cheeks hollow. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin onto her bare breasts. Her eyes stayed wet with tears of humiliation, yet her body betrayed her further — her nipples remained stiff, and fresh wetness slicked her inner thighs. The wet, rhythmic sound of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth filled the room.
Behind her, Vicky dropped to his knees.
Strong hands spread her thighs wider. A moment later she felt the hot, wet stroke of his tongue through her soaked slit. Ananya’s entire body jerked. A louder, muffled cry vibrated around Rohan’s cock.
“Hmmmm—! Hmmmph… ahhhh… hmmmm…”
Vicky licked her with long, thorough strokes, parting her labia, circling her swollen clit, pushing his tongue inside her, then returning to suck the sensitive bud. The dual sensation was overwhelming — thick cock stretching her mouth and throat while another man’s tongue worked her cunt with relentless focus. Ananya’s arms trembled; her knees pressed into the floor; soft, full breasts swayed with every thrust into her mouth.
Her muffled moans grew higher and more continuous.
“Hmmmm… hmmmm… ahhhh… hmmmph… nnhhh… hmmmm…”
Rohan fucked her mouth harder, the wet sounds growing louder and filthier. “That’s it… take it. Married mouth stretched around a real cock while another man eats that dripping cunt.” He pulled her hair tighter, forcing her to look up at him while he used her throat. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the spit on her chin. The shame of the position — on her knees, mouth full, cunt being licked open, husband only a few feet away on the other side of the glass — made every sound she produced feel like another surrender.
Vicky’s tongue became more aggressive. He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked firmly while two fingers slid inside her and curled against the front wall. Ananya’s muffled cries rose sharply.
“Hmmmm—! Hmmmph… ahhhh… hmmmm… too much… hmmmm…!”
Her hips began to move against Vicky’s mouth without her permission. The immense pleasure building between her legs crashed against the panic and humiliation in her chest until she could no longer separate them. Soft, broken, continuous “hmmmm… ahhh… hmmmph…” sounds poured out of her around Rohan’s thick shaft while Vicky’s tongue and fingers drove her higher.
Rohan looked down at her tear-streaked face, her stretched lips, the way her throat bulged with each deep thrust, and smiled.
“Listen to those sounds. Strict lecturer… quiet wife… now moaning and gagging on cock while her cunt gets eaten. You’re soaking his face, Ananya.”
She could only answer with another long, muffled, helpless moan as Vicky’s tongue pushed her closer to the edge again. The dual invasion — mouth and cunt — left her shaking, crying, and dripping, the loud wet sounds of both acts filling the bright bedroom while her husband sat only a glass wall away, still completely unaware......