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

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Raghu dragged the sturdy wooden chair from the corner of the room and positioned it directly in front of Nisha’s bound body. He climbed onto it so that his thick, hard cock hung at the perfect height—level with her open, panting mouth. The black blindfold still covered her eyes. Her arms remained stretched wide and high, locked to the two poles. One leg was still tied elevated, keeping her clean-shaven, dripping cunt fully exposed.
He took his heavy shaft in one hand and slowly guided the swollen head against her soft lips. The broad, hot tip pushed past her lips and over her tongue. She gave a soft, excited hum and began to suck gently, tongue swirling around the head.
“Mmmhh… Rajesh…”
He did not give her time to adjust. He gripped the back of her head lightly and pushed deeper, fucking her mouth with steady, deliberate strokes. His thick cock stretched her lips wide. Saliva quickly coated the shaft and dripped down her chin. Every time he thrust forward, the head nudged the back of her throat.
“Rajesh… Raj—shhhhh… mmmphh… haaa—”
The name came out muffled, broken by the thick flesh filling her mouth. She tried to speak, tried to moan properly, but only wet, choking sounds escaped around the cock sliding in and out. Tears of effort gathered at the corners of the blindfold. Saliva ran freely down her chin and onto her bare breasts.
He fucked her mouth for a full five minutes, slow and deep at first, then harder. When he finally pulled out, a thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock. Nisha gasped hard for air, chest heaving.
“Haa… haa… Rajesh… so thick tonight… my jaw… ahhh…”







He fucked her mouth for a full five minutes, slow and deep at first, then harder. When he finally pulled out, a thick string of saliva connected her swollen lips to the shiny head of his cock. Nisha gasped hard for air, chest heaving.
“Haa… haa… Rajesh… so thick tonight… my jaw… ahhh…”
He climbed down from the chair, positioned himself between her spread thighs, and notched the thick head of his cock against her dripping entrance. He pushed. Her cunt was tight. The broad head stretched her open slowly. Nisha’s mouth fell open in a silent cry.
He withdrew almost immediately, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue dragged long, firm strokes through her soaked folds, sucking her swollen clit, pushing inside her as deeply as he could. Nisha’s free leg trembled violently.
“Ahhh… yes… lick me… Rajesh… your tongue… so good… haaaa… deeper… mmmhh…”
He licked her thoroughly until her juices coated his chin and her hips were pushing helplessly against his mouth. Only then did he stand again, realign, and push forward once more. This time the thick head sank deeper. Inch by inch his longer, heavier cock filled her.
Nisha’s head tipped back against the blindfold.
“Haaaaaaa… Rajesh… so good… so full… deeper than before… ahhh… what did you do… it feels… bigger… so thick… haaaa…”
She felt the difference immediately—the extra thickness stretching her walls, the extra length pressing against places her husband’s cock had never quite reached. But her mind, still fogged by pleasure and the blindfold, decided it was only because she was so excited, so wet, so thoroughly worked open already.














Nisha’s head tipped back against the blindfold.
“Haaaaaaa… Rajesh… so good… so full… deeper than before… ahhh… what did you do… it feels… bigger… so thick… haaaa…”
She felt the difference immediately—the extra thickness stretching her walls, the extra length pressing against places her husband’s cock had never quite reached. But her mind, still fogged by pleasure and the blindfold, decided it was only because she was so excited, so wet, so thoroughly worked open already.
He gripped her hips and began to fuck her in long, powerful strokes. The wet sound of his thick shaft driving into her cunt filled the bedroom. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. The cuffs rattled softly against the poles....



“Hmmmmm… ahhhh… yes… fuck me… Rajesh… harder… haaaa… your cock… feels so thick tonight… so deep… ahhh… don’t stop…”
He increased the speed, slamming into her harder. Every moan, every broken call of the wrong name, every fresh gush of wetness around his cock spilled freely from her lips.
“Haaaaaaa… Rajesh… so good… I’m going to… again… ahhh… ahhh… harder… please… haaaa… it’s hitting so deep… mmmhh… yes… yes…”
Outside, the distant sound of a car engine approached the gate.
He pulled out of her immediately. In seconds he untied the rope from her raised ankle, letting her leg drop. He snatched the vibrator and the small pair of wireless headphones, wiped them quickly, and returned both items to the exact cupboard where he had found them. He grabbed his phone and slipped out of the bedroom without a sound, closing the door most of the way behind him. By the time he reached his own room and slid under the covers beside the deeply sleeping Priya, the front door of the house was already opening.
Rajesh’s footsteps came up the stairs. The bedroom door pushed open fully.
He stopped.
Nisha still stood between the two poles exactly as she had been left—arms locked wide in the metal cuffs, black blindfold still tight across her eyes, completely naked, her cunt glistening and slightly gaping, juices shining on her inner thighs, lips swollen from the earlier face-fucking, saliva still drying on her chin and breasts. Soft, confused breaths left her mouth.
Rajesh rubbed the back of his neck and gave an awkward, apologetic smile even though she could not see it.
“Sorry, Nisha… it’s been late. I am sorry. Traffic was terrible after the office emergency. I came as fast as I could.”
Nisha’s entire body went rigid. Under the black cloth her eyes flew wide open. Her mouth parted in pure shock.
“What… Rajesh…??? You came just now??”
“Yes, just now I came. It’s delayed due to traffic. I am sorry, yaar. You must be so uncomfortable standing like this all this time.”
Her mind reeled. The last hour—every lick, every finger, every thick thrust, every forced orgasm, every time she had moaned his name while a cock that felt bigger and longer than usual filled her—had not been him. Someone else had been in the room. Someone else had stood on the chair and fucked her mouth. Someone else had stretched her cunt with a cock that made her feel completely full.
She opened her mouth to speak, to demand answers, to tell him everything.
“But… Rajesh… I… someone…”
The words caught in her throat. Panic and confusion warred inside her. If she told him now, how would she explain that she had moaned so loudly, come so hard, sucked so eagerly, without once realizing it was not her husband? The shame of it slammed into her. She swallowed the truth.
“Please… remove my blindfold and… untie my hands,” she managed, voice shaking.
Rajesh stepped forward quickly, unlocking the cuffs one after the other. Her arms dropped heavily to her sides, shoulders aching. He carefully untied the black cloth. The moment the blindfold fell away, Nisha blinked against the soft bedroom light. Her eyes were wide, pupils still dilated from pleasure and shock. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, a faint sheen of dried saliva still visible on her chin.
Rajesh looked at her with mild concern mixed with lingering arousal at the erotic picture she still made.
“You okay? You look… really worked up. Did the waiting make you that needy?”
Nisha forced a shaky breath. “Just… untie everything. I need to… freshen up.”
He helped her step away from the poles. The moment she was free she moved quickly to the wardrobe, pulled out a simple nightgown, and slipped it on with trembling hands, covering her still-sensitive, marked body. Without another word she grabbed her phone from the side table and walked out of the bedroom.
Her heart hammered as she crossed the short corridor and gently pushed open the door to Raghu and Priya’s room. The bedside lamp was off. In the dim light from the hallway she could see both of them under the covers. Priya lay on her side, breathing in the deep, even rhythm of true sleep. Raghu lay on his back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly, one arm dbangd loosely across his stomach. His phone was nowhere in sight. The room smelled only of normal sleep and the faint detergent of clean sheets. No sign of recent activity. No damp clothes. No evidence.
Nisha stood in the window hole for a long moment, staring at the apparently sleeping couple. Frustration and a cold, creeping dread settled deep in her stomach. Someone had spent nearly an hour playing with her bound, blindfolded body—licking her, fingering her, fucking her mouth, stretching her cunt with a cock thicker and longer than her husband’s, making her come again and again while she moaned Rajesh’s name. And now both possible suspects looked completely innocent and deeply asleep.
She closed the door quietly and walked back to her own room, mind racing, body still throbbing with the aftershocks of everything that had been done to her. Rajesh was already half-undressed, smiling at her with residual heat.
“Come to bed. I’ll make it up to you for being so late.”
Nisha sat on the edge of the mattress, still feeling the phantom stretch of that unfamiliar thickness inside her, still tasting the memory of the cock that had fucked her throat, still hearing the wet sounds of her own moans from the last hour. She forced a small, tight smile.
“Just… give me a minute.”
Inside, the question burned hotter than any of the orgasms she had just experienced:
If Rajesh only came home now… then who the hell had been using her all this time?