Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

The lungi goon wiped his shiny fingers on the edge of the sofa and turned his head toward Ananya. His eyes moved slowly over her still-exposed body—the open embra, the sticky thighs, the flushed face that could no longer hide anything.
“Okay. One condition. I will release all of you.”
The room went still. Ananya’s breath caught. Rajesh’s head lifted. Even Komali, still trembling and open on the sofa, turned glassy eyes toward the sound of those words.
“But one condition,” the goon continued, voice low and absolute. “Your Komali will eat your pussy and slow finger-fuck you. If you stay ten minutes without release… then we will let you go. If you orgasm before the ten minutes are finished… then you both stay. Up to morning we will fuck you continuously. No rest. No mercy.”
Ananya’s eyes widened in pure panic.
“No… please… don’t make her do that… please…”
The goon only smiled, rough and knowing.
“That means you already know you cannot last ten minutes. Look, Rajesh—your wife cannot hold ten minutes. She is already dripping just from the thought.”
Ananya’s face burned. Her lips parted, a broken protest rising, but the threat of the entire night stretched out in front of her was worse. With a soft, defeated sound she nodded once, the embra still hanging open around her full breasts.
“I… I accept…”
The goon gestured sharply. Two of the other men stepped forward. They caught Ananya under the arms and guided her onto the low sofa, forcing her to sit where Komali had been moments earlier. The position was uncomfortable—her back against the stained cushions, legs already being pulled apart. The two men each took one of her ankles and spread her wide, holding her open with firm, unyielding grips. Her smooth, hairless cunt was fully displayed, the soft pink lips already swollen and glistening.
Rajesh was ordered closer. He sat on the edge of the sofa near her hip, close enough that he could see everything, close enough that the heat of her body reached him. His cock was still hard inside the thin underwear, the wet spot dark and obvious. He could not look away from the place between his wife’s spread thighs.
Komali was pulled to her feet. Her legs still shook so badly she almost stumbled. The goon pushed her forward until she stood between Ananya’s open legs. Then, with a rough hand on her shoulder, he forced her down onto her knees on the floor.
“Sit between her thighs. Now.”
Komali sank down, trembling. Her face was only inches from Ananya’s exposed pussy. The scent of her sister-in-law’s earlier arousal filled her nose. She could see every detail—the smooth outer lips, the slick inner folds, the way clear juices already coated the entrance even though no one had touched her yet.
The lungi goon laughed, low and ugly, looking straight at Rajesh.
“See your innocent traditional wife? Already leaking without a single touch from your sister. Look how wet she is. Just from the kinky thought of it. Her cunt is blistering with wet juices and no one has even started.”
Ananya’s face was scarlet. She tried to close her thighs, but the two men held her legs firmly apart. A soft, helpless sound escaped her throat. The position, the exposure, the knowledge of what was about to happen—all of it fed a dark, unwanted heat that made more wetness gather and slowly drip from her open folds.
“Start,” the goon ordered Komali. “Eat her pussy. Slow. And use your fingers. Slow finger-fuck. Ten minutes. If she cums before that… the whole night belongs to us.”
Komali’s hands shook as she placed them on Ananya’s inner thighs. She leaned in. Her soft tongue touched the slick seam of her sister-in-law’s cunt for the first time. A long, wet stroke from the bottom of the slit all the way up to the swollen clit.
Ananya’s entire body jerked.
“Haaa… ahhhh…”
The sound was immediate, high, and already edged with the very pleasure she was ordered to resist. Komali’s tongue moved again—slow, deliberate, exactly as commanded—lapping through the wet folds, tasting the clear juices that kept welling up. She sealed her mouth over the clit and sucked gently at first, then harder, the way the goon had done to her earlier.
Ananya’s head fell back against the sofa. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands clenched the cushions. The two men kept her legs spread wide, and every slow lick sent fresh tremors through her thighs.
“Hmmmm… ahhhh… no… slow… please…”
Komali obeyed the goon’s earlier instruction. She kept the pace deliberately slow—long, wet strokes of her tongue, soft suction on the clit, the occasional deep press of her tongue into the entrance itself. Then she brought two slender fingers up and slowly pushed them inside Ananya’s already dripping cunt.
The stretch was gentle compared to the goon’s thick fingers, but the intimacy of it—her own sister-in-law’s fingers sliding into her—made Ananya’s walls flutter hard around the intrusion.
“Ahhhhh… hmmmmm… Komali… please…”
Komali began to move her fingers in slow, deep strokes, curling them upward the way she had felt done to her own body only minutes earlier. At the same time her tongue continued its relentless, soft work on the clit. Wet sounds filled the room—the soft suck of mouth on swollen flesh, the slick slide of fingers in and out of a cunt that grew wetter with every pass.
Rajesh sat frozen beside them, eyes locked on the place where Komali’s face was buried between his wife’s thighs. He watched the tongue move. He watched the two fingers disappear inside Ananya and emerge shiny. He watched his wife’s belly flutter and her breasts rise and fall faster. His cock throbbed painfully inside the underwear, another bead of precum pushing through the fabric.
The goon circled them slowly, watching every second.
“Look at that. Traditional wife, traditional sister-in-law… and already the cunt is sucking those fingers. Listen to the wet sound. Ten minutes, Ananya. You have to last. If you cum… both of you stay until morning. We will take turns. Continuous.”
Ananya’s moans grew higher despite her desperate efforts to stay quiet.
“Haaaa… mmmmmm… ahhhhhh… it’s… too much… hmmmm… slow down… please…”
Komali could not slow down further; she was already moving at the commanded pace. Her tongue circled the clit in tight, wet loops while her fingers stroked that sensitive front wall with every slow thrust. More clear juices leaked around her fingers and ran down over her wrist. Ananya’s hips began to roll in tiny, involuntary movements, chasing the sensation even as she tried to fight it.
The two men holding her legs felt the increasing tremors. Her thighs shook harder. Her breathing turned ragged. The ten-minute clock in the goon’s mind was already ticking, but the wetness pouring from Ananya’s cunt said she would never make it.
“Hmmmmm… ahhhhhh… Komali… I can’t… haaaa… please stop… ahhhh…”
The goon laughed again, eyes on Rajesh.
“Your wife is already close and it has not even been three minutes. Listen to her. Look how her cunt clenches around those fingers. She is going to flood her sister’s mouth before the time is even half finished.”
Ananya’s head thrashed from side to side. Tears slipped from the corners of her closed eyes. Every slow thrust of Komali’s fingers, every wet drag of that soft tongue over her clit, pushed her closer to the edge she was forbidden to cross. Her walls fluttered and squeezed. More wetness gushed. The moans pouring from her throat grew louder, more broken, more desperate.
“Haaaaaa… ahhhhhh… hmmmmm… no… I’m… ahhhh… please… ten minutes… I can’t hold…”
Komali kept going—slow tongue, slow fingers, exactly as ordered—while the men held Ananya’s shaking legs wide and Rajesh watched his wife’s traditional, once-innocent cunt being slowly, thoroughly eaten and finger-fucked by her own sister-in-law, already leaking without mercy and racing toward the climax that would cost them the entire night.....





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