Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

The room still pulsed with the wet aftermath of Ananya’s forced climax. Her legs trembled, thighs shiny, the ruined embra hanging open while she struggled to keep her arms raised. The lungi goon’s fingers were still glossy with her juices when his attention swung to the other woman.
Komali stood rigid a few steps away, eyes wide and glassy. She had watched every thrust, every shameful pulse of her sister-in-law’s cunt around those thick fingers. Her own body betrayed her—heavy breasts rising and falling too fast, the dried milk on her skin now joined by fresh beads of sweat, and lower, between her thighs, an unwilling heat that made her press her legs together.
“Haaa… haaaaaa…”
The soft, panicked sound slipped from Komali’s lips before she could stop it. She stared at Ananya’s still-twitching pussy as if the sight itself was a threat.
Ananya’s head snapped toward her. Tears streaked her face, but her voice came out broken and desperate.
“Please… she is innocent. Leave Komali. Take me again if you want—just leave her—”
The goon’s hand cracked across Ananya’s cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but sharp enough to silence. He leaned in close, breath hot against her ear.
“Hhhhhhhhh… don’t speak out. That is why I did you first. If you speak again I will tear your cunt open in front of your husband. Understand?”
Ananya’s mouth snapped shut. A fresh tremor ran through her. She nodded once, eyes squeezed closed, and the room went quiet except for the low hum of the yellow bulb and the harsh breathing of the men.
Komali was already trembling harder. The goon turned fully to her, lungi shifting around his thick thighs as he closed the distance. He did not tear her clothes the way he had with Ananya. This time the teasing was slower, more deliberate—meant to draw louder sounds.
He circled behind her first. Rough palms slid up her sides, cupping the full undersides of her milk-heavy breasts through the torn blouse. He squeezed, rolling the soft flesh, thumbs brushing the still-damp nipples until they stiffened. Komali jerked, a high, startled moan breaking free.
“Ahhh—!”
“Louder than your sister-in-law already,” he chuckled. He peeled the blouse the rest of the way open and let it hang. Both breasts spilled free, full and sensitive. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, the same way he had with Ananya, but he kept the pressure longer, teeth grazing, tongue flicking until Komali’s knees nearly buckled.
“Hmmmm… haaaa… no… please…”
Her moans came higher, thinner, more panicked than Ananya’s had been. The goon’s hand dropped between her legs, cupping the soft mound still covered by her petticoat. He pressed the heel of his palm against her and rubbed in slow circles. The cloth grew damp almost at once.
“So tight already. I can feel it through the cloth. Tighter than Ananya’s cunt, maybe.”
He yanked the petticoat down in one rough motion. It pooled at her ankles. The thin cotton of her panties followed—ripped aside rather than cut this time. Komali’s smooth, hairless pussy came into view, lips already flushed and glistening. He forced her legs apart with one knee and dragged two fingers through the slick folds, collecting the wetness.
“Look how wet she is just from watching. Rajesh, your sister-in-law’s cunt is dripping and I have barely touched her.”
Komali tried to close her thighs. He would not allow it. He pushed her backward until the backs of her knees hit the low, stained sofa. One firm shove and she sat hard, legs forced open by his body between them. Her breasts bounced with the impact. She tried to cover herself; he caught both wrists and pinned them to the sofa cushions.
“Stay.”
He glanced over his shoulder at the couple still standing near the wall.
“Ananya. Rajesh. Come here. Near the sofa.”
They hesitated. Ananya’s legs still shook from her own orgasm; Rajesh’s face was a mask of helpless rage and shame, the erection in his underwear still painfully obvious. The goon’s voice hardened.
“Now. Or I start with the knife on her instead.”
They moved. Slow, reluctant steps until they stood on either side of the sofa. Komali looked up at them with wide, terrified eyes, her bare chest heaving.
The goon spoke calmly, almost conversationally.
“Now you should cooperate. Your sister’s cunt needs to be spread. Hold her legs open for me.”
Three voices rose at once—shock, protest, disbelief.
Rajesh’s came first, hoarse. “What—?”
Ananya’s followed, a broken whisper. “No… please…”
Komali’s was only a high, wordless sob as she tried to pull her knees together.
The goon ignored all of them. He caught one of Komali’s ankles and forced her leg wide, placing the foot against the sofa arm. Then he looked at Rajesh.
“You. Hold this leg. Keep it open. Do not let her close it.”
Rajesh’s hands shook, but the threat in the goon’s eyes left no room. He gripped his sister-in-law’s ankle, fingers digging into soft skin, and held the leg stretched. The goon turned to Ananya.
“You hold the other. Spread her. Wide. So she cannot move while I suck her cunt.”
Ananya’s face crumpled. Tears spilled again, but she obeyed. Her own hands—still trembling from what had been done to her—closed around Komali’s other ankle and pulled the leg outward until the younger woman’s smooth, hairless pussy was completely exposed, open, vulnerable on the edge of the sofa.
Komali’s head thrashed side to side. “Please… Ananya… don’t… haaaa…”
The goon dropped to his knees between the forced-open thighs. He spread the soft outer lips with his thumbs, revealing the tight, glistening pink entrance and the swollen little clit already peeking from its hood. He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the clit in one long, wet stroke.











The goon dropped to his knees between the forced-open thighs. He spread the soft outer lips with his thumbs, revealing the tight, glistening pink entrance and the swollen little clit already peeking from its hood. He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the clit in one long, wet stroke.
Komali’s back arched off the sofa. A moan tore out of her that was louder, higher, more desperate than anything Ananya had given.
“Ahhhhhhh—! Hmmmmm… nooo… ahhhhh!”
He did it again. And again. Slow, deliberate licks that coated her smooth folds with saliva and her own juices. Then he sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard, the same rough, relentless rhythm he had used on Ananya’s nipples. At the same time two thick fingers pushed into her entrance.
The difference was immediate. Komali’s cunt was tighter—clenching hard around the intrusion, walls fluttering in panic and unwanted pleasure. The goon groaned against her, the vibration making her thighs jump in the couple’s grip.
“So fucking tight. Tighter than your sister-in-law. Listen to her.”
He pumped the fingers deeper while his tongue worked her clit in tight circles. Komali’s moans climbed higher with every thrust, raw and continuous, filling the room.
“Haaaaa… mmmmmm… ahhhhhh… please… it’s too much… hmmmm… ahhhhh!”
Ananya’s hands shook on the ankle she held. She could feel every desperate twitch of Komali’s leg as the younger woman tried to close herself and failed. Rajesh’s face was turned away, yet his grip never loosened. The wet sounds of the goon’s mouth and fingers on Komali’s cunt were obscene—loud sucking, the slick slide of fingers in a hole that had never been stretched like this.
The goon lifted his head just enough to speak, lips shiny.
“Look at her, both of you. Your sister’s cunt is sucking my fingers. She is going to cum harder than Ananya did. Keep those legs open. Do not let her escape it.”
He returned to his work with brutal focus—tongue lashing the clit, fingers curling against the front wall, the wet heat of her growing louder with every thrust. Komali’s free hands clawed at the sofa cushions. Her breasts heaved, nipples tight and leaking fresh drops of milk from the overwhelming stimulation. The moans pouring from her mouth were no longer just panic; they carried the same helpless edge of rising climax that Ananya’s had carried minutes earlier, only louder, more broken.
“Ahhh… hmmmmm… ahhhhhh… I can’t… haaaa… please stop… ahhhhh!”...






“Ahhh… hmmmmm… ahhhhhh… I can’t… haaaa… please stop… ahhhhh!”
The goon’s free hand rose and pinched one of her nipples hard, twisting while his mouth and fingers drove her higher. Komali’s entire body locked. Her cunt clamped down in powerful, rhythmic pulses around the invading fingers. A rush of clear wetness flooded his hand and chin as the orgasm ripped through her—longer, louder, more violent than Ananya’s had been.
Her scream echoed off the walls.
“AHHHHHHH—! HMMMmmmm… ahhhhhh… nooooo…!”
She thrashed in the forced spread, but Ananya and Rajesh’s grips held. The goon kept licking and fingering her through every spasm, drawing the climax out until Komali was sobbing and twitching, oversensitive, still open and dripping on the edge of the sofa.
Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, fingers still shiny with her release. He looked up at the couple holding her legs and smiled, slow and ugly.
“Good. You cooperated. Now she is ready for more. And so are you.”
Komali’s head lolled against the sofa back, eyes unfocused, chest still heaving, the tight pink of her freshly used cunt still twitching in the open air between the two pairs of hands that had held her helpless for him. The night had only just begun to take the second woman.....






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