18-09-2026, 10:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 18-09-2026, 11:29 PM by sharath841. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Mohan could see that she wasn’t going to let the subject go.
Padma sat opposite him, her dark silk saree clinging to her waist, her posture rigid yet captivating in the dim glow of the bedroom lamp. The sheer vulnerability on her face only heightened the delicate, seductive tension between them.
? Padma: “What did Rajan ask you about me, Mohan? Tell me every word.”
Mohan rubbed his palms together nervously, the guilt making his chest heave.
? Mohan: “At first, ordinary things... how long we’d been married, where we lived, how quiet and innocent you were. But then... his questions changed.”
Padma’s eyebrows tightened, her lips parting slightly.
? Padma: “Changed how?”
? Mohan: “He started feeding my darkest fantasies, Padma. He asked about your modesty... how you dress, how shy you are in bed, how soft your skin is under your saree. And because I was weak, I answered him.”
He once asked (Rajan)what your wife doing ?
Mohan : she sleeping on bed .
Rajan : what position?
Mohan : inverted ,
Rajan: So her big bum is facing the sky and talking to fan. can you see her bum crack … how it would be aaahhh want to smell that bum and lick that ? …
A hot flush of sheer embarrassment rushed up Padma’s neck, burning against her cheeks. Her fingers clutched the fabric over her chest, shocked by the intimate violation.
? Padma: “You... you discussed such dirty about my body with him?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of betrayal and undeniable, electric heat.
? Mohan: “I did. He made it sound like an art... admiring your beauty. He told me a woman like you—so pure, so traditional—was a rare treasure. He started describing how he envisioned taking off your saree, how he wanted to make you squirm under his touch and strip away your clothes by kissing for each cloth and you ? shy and closing your face by both hands and and…
Padma’s breath caught in her throat. She lost control and asked Padma : And… what tell me fully .
? Mohan: He want to fuck your pussy with his big dick and what to hear your screams and moans ..“ He encouraged me to share private photos of you, to describe your reactions when I touched you. He knew exactly how to make me feel like I was sharing a secret masterpiece with him.”
Padma looked away, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the tight dbang of her pallu. The thought of Rajan holding her husband’s phone, reading detailed descriptions of her body and her modest intimacy, sent an intoxicating, terrifying shiver straight down her spine.
Bzzzt.
Her phone vibrated in her lap. With trembling, warm fingers, she picked it up.
? Rajan (Message): “Ask him what I asked him to do while I ram you ?
Padma’s eyes widened as she read the glowing words. Her cheeks burned with a deep, sensual heat. She slowly raised her dark eyes toward Mohan, her voice dropping into a raspy, intense whisper.
? Padma: “He says... (keeping her head down with shy and anger) while he doing that to me you know that thing..what he asked you to do ?
Mohan couldn't meet her gaze, his head hanging low.
? Mohan: “No plz enough ..
Padma : Tell me next
Mohan : He wanted me to watch how he do to you and mean while I should be shagging holding the dick enjoying Your sex ..
Padma: Our sex …! She shrugged and stared at her husband, realizing with terrifying clarity that long before Rajan ever stepped back into her physical world
Padma sat opposite him, her dark silk saree clinging to her waist, her posture rigid yet captivating in the dim glow of the bedroom lamp. The sheer vulnerability on her face only heightened the delicate, seductive tension between them.
? Padma: “What did Rajan ask you about me, Mohan? Tell me every word.”
Mohan rubbed his palms together nervously, the guilt making his chest heave.
? Mohan: “At first, ordinary things... how long we’d been married, where we lived, how quiet and innocent you were. But then... his questions changed.”
Padma’s eyebrows tightened, her lips parting slightly.
? Padma: “Changed how?”
? Mohan: “He started feeding my darkest fantasies, Padma. He asked about your modesty... how you dress, how shy you are in bed, how soft your skin is under your saree. And because I was weak, I answered him.”
He once asked (Rajan)what your wife doing ?
Mohan : she sleeping on bed .
Rajan : what position?
Mohan : inverted ,
Rajan: So her big bum is facing the sky and talking to fan. can you see her bum crack … how it would be aaahhh want to smell that bum and lick that ? …
A hot flush of sheer embarrassment rushed up Padma’s neck, burning against her cheeks. Her fingers clutched the fabric over her chest, shocked by the intimate violation.
? Padma: “You... you discussed such dirty about my body with him?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of betrayal and undeniable, electric heat.
? Mohan: “I did. He made it sound like an art... admiring your beauty. He told me a woman like you—so pure, so traditional—was a rare treasure. He started describing how he envisioned taking off your saree, how he wanted to make you squirm under his touch and strip away your clothes by kissing for each cloth and you ? shy and closing your face by both hands and and…
Padma’s breath caught in her throat. She lost control and asked Padma : And… what tell me fully .
? Mohan: He want to fuck your pussy with his big dick and what to hear your screams and moans ..“ He encouraged me to share private photos of you, to describe your reactions when I touched you. He knew exactly how to make me feel like I was sharing a secret masterpiece with him.”
Padma looked away, her chest rising and falling rapidly under the tight dbang of her pallu. The thought of Rajan holding her husband’s phone, reading detailed descriptions of her body and her modest intimacy, sent an intoxicating, terrifying shiver straight down her spine.
Bzzzt.
Her phone vibrated in her lap. With trembling, warm fingers, she picked it up.
? Rajan (Message): “Ask him what I asked him to do while I ram you ?
Padma’s eyes widened as she read the glowing words. Her cheeks burned with a deep, sensual heat. She slowly raised her dark eyes toward Mohan, her voice dropping into a raspy, intense whisper.
? Padma: “He says... (keeping her head down with shy and anger) while he doing that to me you know that thing..what he asked you to do ?
Mohan couldn't meet her gaze, his head hanging low.
? Mohan: “No plz enough ..
Padma : Tell me next
Mohan : He wanted me to watch how he do to you and mean while I should be shagging holding the dick enjoying Your sex ..
Padma: Our sex …! She shrugged and stared at her husband, realizing with terrifying clarity that long before Rajan ever stepped back into her physical world
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