Adultery NISHA:: A Hot Spy -Female Investigator Officer - Secret mission

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Raghu sat at the dining table with a carefully arranged smile on his face. The four of them—Nisha, Rajesh, Priya, and himself—were finishing the last of the food Priya had cooked. The spread was generous: fragrant rice, spiced dal, soft rotis, two vegetable curries, and a sweet payasam that still steamed lightly in its bowl. Nisha looked radiant. Her hair was loosely tied after the long day, a soft pink nightgown already replacing her office clothes. She kept glancing at Rajesh with quiet happiness.
Halfway through the meal she set her spoon down and cleared her throat.
“I have good news,” she said.
Rajesh looked up at once. “What is it?”
“I’m getting a promotion. Within two months. Senior Circle Inspector.”
Priya clapped her hands. “Wow! That’s huge, Nisha! Congratulations!”
Rajesh leaned over and kissed her temple. “Super news. You deserve it. All those cases you closed… they finally noticed.”
Raghu forced the corners of his mouth upward. “Yes… congratulations, Madam.” The word tasted bitter. Inside, the thought burned: Shit. Why her? What did she really do? She can’t take that post. He kept the fake smile fixed and reached for another roti so no one would notice the tightness in his jaw.
The rest of the meal passed in cheerful talk. Nisha’s eyes shone. Rajesh kept touching her hand under the table. Priya, exhausted from the day’s work, yawned twice and excused herself early. Within minutes the house settled into quiet. Bedroom doors closed. Lights dimmed.
Raghu waited only long enough to hear Priya’s soft breathing turn steady and deep. Then he unlocked his phone, opened the hidden live feed, and propped the device against the pillow. The camera in Nisha and Rajesh’s room was perfectly placed—angled toward the wide bed and the open space in front of the dressing table. The picture was sharp. Sound came through clearly.
On the screen, Rajesh and Nisha sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Rajesh’s hand rested on her thigh.
“Yesterday you told me only half about the island trip,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Who will finish the story?”
Nisha’s cheeks coloured. She shook her head. “No way… nooo…”
“You should say.” Rajesh insisted, thumb stroking the soft skin just above her knee. “Tell me each thing.”
Nisha bit her lip, then began in a shy, breathless voice. “After the dance… they made us stay only in inners. Just bra and panty.”
Rajesh’s eyes darkened with heat. “Wow…”
He didn’t wait for more. His hands went to the thin straps of her nightgown. One smooth pull and the fabric slid down her arms and pooled at her waist. Underneath she wore a simple black bra and matching panty—the same style she had described. Her full breasts rose and fell inside the cups. The soft curve of her stomach was bare. Her navel looked deep and inviting under the bedroom light.
Rajesh eased her completely out of the nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Nisha now sat on the bed in only her inners, skin already flushing....



 







From the other room Raghu’s cock hardened instantly. He pushed his own pyjama pants and underwear down in one motion, freeing himself. His fist closed around the thick shaft as he stared at the screen.
Rajesh leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Nisha’s navel.
He kissed it first, then licked, then sucked gently. Nisha’s head tipped back. A soft sound escaped her throat.
“Hmmmm…”
Rajesh’s tongue circled the dark hollow, tasting her skin, dipping into the small depression. Nisha’s fingers curled against the sheets. Her stomach muscles tightened under his mouth.
“Next what they did?” Rajesh asked against her skin, still licking.
Nisha’s voice came out shaky. “They… handcuffed me and blindfolded me… for the piercing…”
Rajesh lifted his head, eyes gleaming. “Uffff… hot. Now here also I need the same.”
Nisha’s eyes widened. “Rajesh… no need…”
But he was already moving. He opened the bottom drawer of the dressing table, searched for a moment, and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs—the ones she sometimes brought home from the station for “safe keeping.” The soft click of the metal made Nisha’s breath catch.
“Hands up,” he said quietly.
She hesitated only a second, then raised both arms above her head. Rajesh locked the cuffs around her wrists, the chain short enough that her arms stayed stretched high. The position lifted her breasts inside the black bra, made the soft undersides of her arms open, and forced her spine into a long, elegant curve....









Next he took a black cloth from the same drawer. He tied it carefully over her eyes, knotting it at the back of her head. Instantly the world disappeared for her. She stood in the middle of the room—blind, arms locked above her head, body covered only by the thin black bra and panty—completely exposed and unable to see or free herself.
The camera angle was perfect. The cuffs and her raised arms were exactly opposite the lens. Every detail of her body was clear: the way the bra cups strained around her heavy breasts, the soft swell of her belly, the dark shadow of her navel still faintly wet from Rajesh’s mouth, the smooth thighs, the thin fabric of the panty already showing a faint damp line at the centre.
Raghu’s cock pulsed hard in his fist. He stroked slowly, eyes locked on the live feed. His strict Madam—the officer who closed case after case, the woman about to receive a promotion—now stood blindfolded and handcuffed in nothing but her inners, unable to see the man who circled her or the camera that recorded every second.
Rajesh walked around her slowly, letting her feel his presence. He trailed one finger down the inside of her raised arm, across the soft hollow of her armpit, then lower along the side of her breast. Nisha shivered.
“Hmmmm…”
He stepped behind her, pressed his chest to her back, and reached around to cup both breasts through the bra. His thumbs brushed the nipples until they stiffened against the fabric. Nisha’s breathing grew louder.
“Haa… Rajesh…”
He unhooked the bra with one practised motion. The cups fell forward but the straps stayed caught on her raised arms, leaving her breasts free and heavy. They swayed with every small movement. The nipples were already tight and dark. Rajesh cupped them from underneath, lifting their weight, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers.
Nisha’s mouth opened. Soft, helpless sounds spilled out.
“Hmmmm… haaaa…”
Rajesh moved in front of her again. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand continued to knead the other breast. Nisha’s body arched toward him as much as the cuffs allowed. Her knees trembled.
He released the nipple with a wet sound and kissed lower—across the soft curve of her stomach, back to her navel. He sucked it again, deeper this time, while one hand slid between her thighs and pressed against the damp centre of her panty.
“Uffff… hmmmm…”
Raghu stroked faster. The sight of Nisha’s blindfolded face, her arms locked high, her bare breasts rising and falling, her navel being licked while her husband rubbed her through the thin fabric, made his cock leak steadily. He could hear every soft moan through the phone speaker. Each one sent a fresh wave of heat through him.
Rajesh hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panty and slowly pulled it down. The fabric slid over her hips and thighs until it dropped to the floor. Nisha stepped out of it carefully, still blind and cuffed. Now she stood completely naked except for the metal around her wrists and the black cloth over her eyes. Her pussy was already glistening, the outer lips soft and slightly parted.
Rajesh knelt in front of her. He lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the low stool beside the dressing table, opening her completely to the camera. From Raghu’s view the angle was perfect—her dripping cunt fully visible, the pink inner folds shiny with wetness, the tight entrance twitching under the bedroom light.
Rajesh leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from the bottom of her slit to the top.
Nisha’s whole body jerked.
“Hmmmmm… ufffff… haaaaaaaa…”
He licked again, slower, pressing his tongue flat against her. The wet sounds filled the room and travelled straight through the live feed. He parted her lips with his thumbs and sucked her clit into his mouth. Nisha’s cuffed hands flexed uselessly above her head. Her head tipped back. Big, open moans poured from her mouth.









Raghu’s phone screen glowed in the dark of his bedroom. Priya’s soft breathing stayed steady beside him. On the live feed, Nisha stood between two tall wooden poles that framed the dressing-table area of her room—exactly opposite the hidden camera. Her wrists were locked in separate metal cuffs, each one fastened high on a pole so her arms were stretched wide and upward. The position forced her chest forward and left her completely open. A thick black cloth covered her eyes. She was still in her black bra and panty, but her body was already flushed, breathing fast, high with arousal.
Rajesh walked slowly around her. He stopped at her left side, leaned in, and dragged his tongue along the soft underside of her raised arm, straight into the warm hollow of her armpit.
“Mmmmmm… haaaaaa…”
Nisha’s moan was immediate and thick. Her fingers curled against the metal. Rajesh licked again, slower, tasting the faint salt of her skin, circling the tender crease. He moved to the other arm and gave it the same long, wet attention. Nisha’s head tipped back against the blindfold. Her breasts rose and fell hard inside the bra.
“Mmmmmm… haaaaaa…”
Rajesh’s hands went to the clasp. One soft click and the bra opened. The cups fell forward and her full 36 breasts jumped free—heavy, soft, the black nipples already tight and dark. They bounced once with the sudden freedom, then settled, swaying slightly with every breath.
He cupped both at once, lifting their weight, then lowered his mouth to the right nipple and sucked hard.
Nisha’s body jerked.
“Rajesh… please remove…” she begged, voice shaky.
Rajesh pressed one finger firmly against her lips.
“Don’t let any word from your mouth, please, Nisha. I want to enjoy you fully.”
She trembled but stayed silent. He sucked the other nipple with the same hungry pressure, tongue flicking the stiff black peak, then kissed across the soft curves of both breasts while his hands squeezed and rolled them. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the room. Nisha’s moans climbed higher even though she tried to hold them back.
He kissed lower—down the centre of her chest, across the soft swell of her stomach—until his mouth found her navel. He sucked it deeply, tongue circling and dipping inside. Nisha’s hips twitched. The chain of the cuffs rattled as her arms strained against the poles.
“Mmmmmm… haaaaaa…”
Rajesh’s hands finally hooked into the waistband of her panty. He peeled it down slowly, over her hips, down her thighs, until it dropped to the floor. Nisha stepped out of it carefully. Now she stood completely naked—arms stretched wide and high to the two poles, blindfolded, full breasts bare, black nipples wet from his mouth, navel still glistening, her soft pussy already shiny with arousal.
From the other room Raghu’s cock was rock-hard in his fist. He stroked slowly, eyes locked on the perfect angle of the camera. His strict Madam, the officer who had just announced her promotion, now stood naked and helpless, wrists locked to the poles, blind and dripping, unable to lower her arms or see what was coming.
Nisha tried once more, voice soft and desperate.
“Rajesh… please… remove…”
Rajesh’s tone stayed calm but firm.
“Do you want a gag inside your mouth?”
Nisha’s body stiffened in shock.
“No… no… no…”
“Then please stay silent until I finish.”
She pressed her lips together, trembling.
Rajesh had just stepped closer, ready to kneel between her spread legs, when his phone vibrated silently on the side table. He glanced at the screen. Office. Emergency. File missing. He cursed under his breath, grabbed the night track pants and a shirt from the chair, and dressed in under a minute. He did not speak to her. He did not free her. He simply walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door half-open behind him.
Nisha stayed exactly as he had left her—naked, arms stretched wide to the two poles, blindfolded, breasts rising and falling fast, pussy wet and exposed under the soft bedroom light. Soft, confused breaths left her open mouth. She could not see. She could not lower her arms. She could only stand there in her erotic nightmare, waiting.
Raghu watched every second on the live feed. The moment he saw Rajesh’s car headlights move down the driveway, a wild thrill shot through him.
Wow… what a damn lucky chance…
He slipped out of his own room without a sound, barefoot, cock still hard and leaking against his stomach. The corridor was dark. Nisha’s bedroom door stood open just enough. He pushed it wider and stepped inside.
The real sight hit him harder than any camera feed.
Nisha stood naked between the two poles, wrists locked high and wide, black cloth covering her eyes, full 36 breasts bare and heavy, black nipples still wet, soft belly and navel exposed, her shaved pussy glistening under the light. Her body trembled slightly. Soft, helpless breaths left her mouth. She had no idea anyone had entered.
Raghu froze in the doorway, heart slamming, staring at the living erotic nightmare of his strict Madam—tied, blind, and completely at the mercy of whoever chose to step closer.