Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

Her legs were still locked wide by Ananya’s and Rajesh’s hands, her smooth, hairless cunt fully open and glistening from the orgasm the lungi goon had just torn out of her. Clear wetness streaked the insides of her thighs and soaked into the stained cushion beneath her. Her heavy breasts rose and fell in rapid, shallow pants, nipples still tight and leaking thin trails of milk. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, lips parted as soft after-moans kept spilling out of her.
“Haaa… hmmmm… ahhhh…”
The sounds were helpless, broken, continuous. Every small aftershock made her hips twitch and her cunt flutter in the open air.
Rajesh stood frozen on one side, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his sister-in-law’s ankle. He had tried not to look. He had tried to keep his eyes on the peeling wall, on anything else. But the wet, rhythmic sounds of the goon’s mouth returning to Komali’s pussy dragged his gaze downward again. He watched the thick tongue drag slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way up to the swollen clit, then seal over it and suck hard. He watched two thick fingers push back inside the tight pink hole that was still fluttering from the last climax. And as he watched, the shameful heat in his own body betrayed him further.
His cock, already half-hard from earlier, began to rise again inside the thin fabric of his underwear. Slow at first, then steadily, thickening and lengthening until the clear outline pressed hard against the cloth, a fresh dark spot of precum spreading at the tip. He could not stop it. The sight of Komali’s legs shaking in his grip, the wet sucking sounds, the way her cunt clenched visibly around the goon’s fingers—every detail fed the unwanted arousal. His breathing grew heavier. His fingers tightened on her ankle without meaning to.
Ananya stood on the other side, eyes squeezed shut. She could not bear to watch, yet every sound reached her ears with cruel clarity—the wet slide of tongue and fingers, the high, rising moans that poured from Komali’s throat, the soft slap of the goon’s free hand occasionally gripping a full breast and squeezing. Ananya’s own body still pulsed with the memory of her earlier forced climax. Her thighs were sticky. Her nipples ached. She kept her eyes closed and tried to block it out, but the sounds kept coming.
“Haaaaa… mmmmmm… ahhhhhh… please… it’s… hmmmm… too much…”
Komali’s voice cracked higher with every thrust of those thick fingers. Her legs were already shaking hard in the couple’s grip. The muscles in her thighs quivered continuously, the effort of being held open mixed with the overwhelming sensation making her entire lower body tremble. Ananya could feel the shivers running through the ankle she held. Rajesh felt them too.
The lungi goon lifted his head just enough to speak, lips shiny with Komali’s juices, two fingers still buried deep inside her tight cunt and slowly rotating.
“Hey, Ananya. Look. Open your eyes. Look towards your sister-in-law. See how she is taking my rough tongue and two thick fingers.”
Ananya shook her head, eyes still shut, a soft sob escaping her.
“I said open them.”
The command was quiet but absolute. When she still hesitated, the goon’s free hand left Komali’s breast and reached across to pinch Ananya’s own nipple hard through the open embra, twisting until a sharp cry tore from her throat. Her eyes flew open in pain and reflex.
“Look,” he ordered again.
She looked.
Komali was a wreck of forced pleasure on the sofa. Her head was thrown back, mouth open, continuous high moans spilling out. Both legs shook violently in the couple’s grip—Ananya could feel the constant shivering, the way the muscles jumped and trembled with every deep thrust of the goon’s fingers. The smooth, hairless lips of Komali’s pussy were stretched around those two thick fingers, the pink inner walls visible each time he withdrew almost all the way and then pushed back in to the knuckles. Clear arousal kept leaking out around the intrusion, coating his hand and dripping onto the sofa. His tongue was back on her clit, lapping and sucking in rough, relentless strokes that made Komali’s hips jerk and her moans climb even higher.
“Haaaaaa… ahhhhhh… hmmmmm… no… ahhhh… please… slower… haaaa…”
“Her both legs are shaking easily,” the goon said, almost conversationally, while he kept working her. “Both of you hold her legs. Feel how they shiver. Understand? She cannot close them. She cannot escape. She can only take it.”
Ananya’s hands trembled on the ankle she held. She could feel every quiver, every desperate attempt by Komali’s body to pull the leg inward, and the way the force of the hold prevented it. Rajesh’s grip was equally tight on the other side. His cock was now fully hard, straining against the fabric, the wet spot larger. He could not look away from the place where the goon’s mouth and fingers met Komali’s cunt. The wet sounds were louder now—obscene sucking, the slick push and pull of thick fingers in a hole that clenched and fluttered around them, the soft wet slap when the goon’s palm occasionally ground against the swollen clit.
The goon increased the pace. His tongue lashed faster. His fingers curled harder against the sensitive front wall, rubbing that spot inside Komali with deliberate pressure while he sucked her clit. Komali’s moans turned almost continuous, broken only by desperate gasps for air.
“Ahhh… hmmmmm… ahhhhhh… it’s coming again… haaaa… no… I can’t… ahhhhh!”
Her legs shook harder. The trembling traveled up through both Ananya’s and Rajesh’s hands. Ananya’s eyes stayed open now because the goon kept glancing at her, daring her to close them again. She watched her sister-in-law’s face contort, watched the full breasts bounce with every violent twitch of her body, watched the tight pink cunt stretch and squeeze around the thick fingers that kept thrusting deep.
Rajesh’s cock throbbed visibly. A fresh bead of precum pushed through the cloth. He swallowed hard, throat working, but he did not release the leg. He could not. The goon’s earlier threat still hung in the air.
The goon lifted his mouth just long enough to speak again, fingers still plunging in and out of the dripping hole.
“Listen to her, Ananya. Louder than you were. Tighter than you were. Feel how her legs shiver in your hands while I suck this married cunt. Rajesh—look at your sister-in-law. Your cock is hard again watching her take it. Do not pretend otherwise.”
Komali’s head thrashed. “Please… Ananya… make him stop… haaaa… ahhhhhh… it’s too deep… hmmmm…”
But Ananya could only hold the shaking leg and watch. The goon’s tongue returned to the clit with even more force. He added a third finger, stretching the tight entrance further. Komali’s scream of mixed protest and unwanted pleasure filled the room.
“AHHHHH—! HMMMmmmm… ahhhhhh… noooooo… too much… ahhhh!”
Her cunt clamped down hard around the three thick fingers. The orgasm hit her like a wave—violent, prolonged, her entire body locking and then convulsing. Clear wetness gushed around the goon’s hand in a visible rush, soaking his wrist and the sofa beneath her. Her legs shook so hard that both Ananya and Rajesh had to tighten their grips to keep them spread. Milk sprayed in thin arcs from her nipples as the climax tore through her. The moans that tore from her throat were raw, continuous, almost sobbing in their intensity.
“Haaaaaa… ahhhhhh… hmmmmm… ahhhh… please… no more… haaaa…”
The goon did not stop. He kept licking and fingering her through every pulse, drawing the orgasm out until Komali was twitching and oversensitive, soft broken whimpers replacing the screams. Only when the last strong spasm faded did he slow, though he left the three fingers buried inside her, slowly rotating, keeping her open and full.
He looked up at Ananya, whose eyes were still forced open, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared at the place where her sister-in-law’s cunt was stretched around those thick fingers.
“See? This is how she takes it. Rough tongue. Thick fingers. Legs held open by her own family. And still her cunt cums so hard it floods my hand. Rajesh’s cock is standing for it. Yours is still wet from earlier. The night is long. There is more for both of you.”
Komali’s legs continued to shiver weakly in their grip. Her cunt still fluttered around the invading fingers. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as the goon leaned back in and dragged his tongue slowly through the oversensitive folds once more, drawing another broken, high moan from her throat.
“Haaa… ahhhh… no… hmmmm…”
Rajesh’s cock remained fully hard, straining, the wet spot dark and spreading. Ananya’s eyes stayed open because she was ordered to watch. The yellow bulb hummed. The mattresses still waited. And the lungi goon’s mouth and fingers continued their slow, relentless work on the tight, dripping cunt held open for him by the very people who should have protected her.