26-10-2026, 01:18 AM
Rajan’s thick cock kept driving deeper inside her. Padma’s long moans were rising again when her phone suddenly started ringing on the mattress near her head.
Padma: “Ahhhh… Rajan… stop… my phone…”
He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting slowly, deeply, while she twisted under him and stretched her hand toward the phone. After one full ring she finally managed to grab it.
The screen lit up her flushed face.
Padma: “Wait… it’s Mohan…”
Rajan still didn’t stop. He gave her another deep stroke, making her voice shake on the last word. The phone kept ringing in her hand. She stared at the name, breathing hard, his cock moving inside her the whole time. The call ended unanswered.
A few seconds later a message arrived.
Padma opened it quickly, still under him, still full of him.
Mohan:
If you’re busy in something, call me tomorrow. Just called casually. Love you.
Padma looked up at Rajan, eyes wide, face burning with a mix of guilt and panic.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what should I reply…? Tell me…”
Rajan’s lips curved into a dark, playful smile. He leaned down close to her ear, still buried deep, and spoke in a low, wicked voice:
Rajan: “Tell him the truth.
Tell him you’re lying under me right now…
With my cock inside you…
Being fucked by the man he once feared.”
Padma’s eyes flashed. She pushed at his chest with one hand, though her legs remained open around him.
Padma: “Stop it! Don’t joke like that… I’m serious, Rajan… ahhhh…”
Rajan gave a soft, low laugh and thrust a little deeper, turning her scolding into a broken moan.
Rajan: “Alright… then write this —
‘I’m busy cleaning. Call you tomorrow.’”
With trembling fingers Padma typed the message. At the end, almost without thinking, she added:
Love you too
and a kiss emoji.
She hit send.
The moment the message disappeared, a sharp wave of anxiety crashed over her. She was lying naked under another man, his thick cock still inside her, and she had just sent her husband “Love you too.” The weight of what she was doing hit her hard.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what did I just do…?
I sent him love you too… while you’re inside me…
I’m… I’m cheating on him…”
Rajan slowed his hips but stayed buried deep inside her. He brushed the damp hair from her face with surprising gentleness, then leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. His voice came out low and steady against her mouth.
Rajan: “Don’t carry that guilt alone, Padma.
You know Mohan is also a reason this is happening.
He is part of this.
So don’t put the entire weight only on yourself.”
As he spoke, one of his large hands slid up and cupped her full breast, squeezing it slowly, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple. Padma’s breath hitched. Her back arched slightly, and her soft ass lifted off the mattress on its own, pushing back against him as if her body was asking for more even while her mind was struggling.
Padma’s breathing was uneven. Tears of conflict already shone at the corners of her eyes. She looked up at him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him deeper. The thick cock inside her and the steady pressure of his hand on her breast made every thought heavier.
For a moment she stayed silent. Only the wet sound of their joined bodies and her soft, involuntary moans filled the hut. Then her voice came out quiet, almost trembling, but clear.
Padma: “Then tell me the truth once again…
Clearly.
What exactly did you both talk about me?
How did you plan all of this?
I want to hear it properly…
Without any soft version.”
Rajan kissed her again — deeper this time — while his hips began to move in slow, heavy strokes. His hand kept kneading her breast, squeezing and releasing, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Padma’s ass lifted again, meeting his thrusts without her fully realising it.
Rajan: “I went to him.
Not the other way around.
I’ve been obsessed with you for years.
And I never forgot how you destroyed my respect in this village… how you made me look powerless in front of everyone.
So I decided to take my revenge in the only way that would truly reach you.”
He pushed deeper and at the same time lowered his head to her other breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Padma let out a long, broken moan. Her hips jerked upward.
Rajan (lips still brushing her wet nipple):
“I told Mohan exactly what I wanted.
I told him I would seduce you.
That I would take you in every hole —
your mouth, your pussy, your ass —
one after another.
That I would fuck you until you became mine in the most complete way.
And that Mohan would have to watch…
holding his own cock…
while I claimed his wife.
Padma: You said all of that to him…? And what did he say?
Did he get angry? Did he scold you…?”
Rajan released her breast with a wet sound and kissed his way back up to her mouth. His hand continued squeezing the soft flesh, while his other hand slid under her and gripped her ass, pulling her up to meet every stroke. Her body kept responding — her ass lifting, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him.
Rajan: “No.
He didn’t scold me. He said he will holding his tiny cock shaking see you see you taken by a powerful man.want to see you experience the most intense pleasure of your life… bcz he can’t satisfy you the way you need.
He only asked one thing —
that he never loses you completely.
That he remains your husband.”
So don’t feel guilty
Rajan: “Imagine it right now, Padma.
Enjoy the thought.
Mohan is sitting there holding his tiny cock,
watching me fuck you with this eight-inch cock.
See, Mohan…
Look how I’m fucking your beautiful wife.
Look how her tight pussy is taking every inch.
Look how her ass keeps lifting up for me.
I’m already inside her cunt…
and I’m on my way to filling all three of her holes.
And imagine he is speaking to me while I fuck you.”
He pushed in hard, making her moan, then continued in a slow, deliberate tone as if he were repeating Mohan’s words in real time:
Rajan: “Listen to him, Padma…
Hear your husband saying it…
‘Fuck her deeper, Rajan.
Use that big cock of yours and fill her.
Ravish her.
She needs a real cock…
A thick, long cock that can reach places I never could.
My tiny one can never satisfy her the way she deserves.
You give her the pleasure I failed to give.
Take her completely…
While I watch.’”
Padma’s eyes flew open. A wounded, trembling cry left her throat. The idea that her own husband could be saying those words while another man was inside her hit her harder than the physical thrust.
He kept thrusting deep and slow, one hand pressing and squeezing her full breast, the other gripping her ass so she could not escape the rhythm. His voice stayed low and steady against her ear, forcing the imagined words of her husband deeper into her mind.
Padma’s eyes lost focus.
The physical sensation of his thick cock stretching her, the wet sound of their bodies, the heat of his mouth on her skin — all of it blurred as her mind slipped inward. Suddenly she was no longer only under Rajan. In her thoughts she was looking straight at Mohan.
Her lips moved almost soundlessly, the words forming inside her head first, then spilling out in broken, emotional fragments between her moans.
Padma (voice shaking, half-spoken, half-thought):
“Mohan…
Please…
Stop this…
Ahhhhhhh…
Look at me…
See your wife…
Your beautiful wife is being fucked…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
By another man…
Stop him…
Please…”
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes down toward her temples. Her body still moved with Rajan’s thrusts — her ass lifting, her back arching — but her mind was pleading with the man who was not there.
Padma: “Mohan…
Why did you allow this…?
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m your wife…
He’s inside me…
So deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Tell him to stop…
Pull him off me…
Save your wife…
Please…
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him…
Please…
This bull is destroying your wife…
Ahhhhhhh…
He’s so deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Save me…
Look at what he’s doing to me…”
Even as the words left her mouth, her fingers clenched harder on Rajan’s ass and pulled him in. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her pussy gripped his cock with every thrust, wet and greedy.
Padma: “Ahhhhhhh…
Mohan…
He’s not stopping…
Your beautiful wife is open under him…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
He’s fucking me so hard…
Stop this bull…
Please…
He’s going to ruin me…”
Her nails scbangd down his back again, leaving faint red lines. She dragged his hips forward with both hands, forcing his cock deeper, and a long, helpless moan tore out of her.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Don’t stop him… Mohan
Ahhhhhhh…
Let him do it…
Let him finish what he started…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Mohan…
I’m sorry…
Your wife is gone.. ahhhhh…
The contradiction tore her apart. In her mind she was still begging her husband to rescue her from the bull who was claiming her. In her body she was hugging Rajan tightly, scratching his back and ass, lifting her hips, and pulling him deeper with every stroke. Her moans grew longer and more broken, carrying both grief and raw need.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him before he makes me cum…Yes yes yessss hmmmm… am about to cum..
Padma: Rajan harder harder.. don’t stop.. take me fill me..
Rajan smiling in the corner..
Ahhhhhhhh…
I’m going to break…”
Her body started trembling hard. The deep thoughts, the guilt, the pleasure, and the thick cock driving into her all collided at once. She clung to Rajan like she was drowning, nails digging into his ass, The clear, slippery fluid forced its way out with every hard pulse of her pussy, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the mattress beneath them. The sound turned wetter, heavier — a soft, filthy squelching every time he pushed back into her.
Padma’s eyes flew open for a second in shock. She could feel it happening.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Something’s… coming out…
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m… leaking…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…”
It ran down the curve of her ass and spread under her. Her pussy, which had been clenching so tightly around him only moments earlier, began to lose its grip. The intense spasms slowly left her walls soft and open. Where she had been gripping him like a fist, she now felt loose, swollen, and extremely wet — her entrance staying slightly parted even when he pulled back, as if her body had surrendered completely.
Rajan felt the change immediately. Her pussy hole become loose , His cock slid in and out with almost no resistance now, gliding through the flood of her release. the tightness had melted into a soft, open wetness that let him sink even deeper with every stroke.
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Padma: “Ahhhh… Rajan… stop… my phone…”
He didn’t stop. He kept thrusting slowly, deeply, while she twisted under him and stretched her hand toward the phone. After one full ring she finally managed to grab it.
The screen lit up her flushed face.
Padma: “Wait… it’s Mohan…”
Rajan still didn’t stop. He gave her another deep stroke, making her voice shake on the last word. The phone kept ringing in her hand. She stared at the name, breathing hard, his cock moving inside her the whole time. The call ended unanswered.
A few seconds later a message arrived.
Padma opened it quickly, still under him, still full of him.
Mohan:
If you’re busy in something, call me tomorrow. Just called casually. Love you.
Padma looked up at Rajan, eyes wide, face burning with a mix of guilt and panic.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what should I reply…? Tell me…”
Rajan’s lips curved into a dark, playful smile. He leaned down close to her ear, still buried deep, and spoke in a low, wicked voice:
Rajan: “Tell him the truth.
Tell him you’re lying under me right now…
With my cock inside you…
Being fucked by the man he once feared.”
Padma’s eyes flashed. She pushed at his chest with one hand, though her legs remained open around him.
Padma: “Stop it! Don’t joke like that… I’m serious, Rajan… ahhhh…”
Rajan gave a soft, low laugh and thrust a little deeper, turning her scolding into a broken moan.
Rajan: “Alright… then write this —
‘I’m busy cleaning. Call you tomorrow.’”
With trembling fingers Padma typed the message. At the end, almost without thinking, she added:
Love you too
and a kiss emoji.
She hit send.
The moment the message disappeared, a sharp wave of anxiety crashed over her. She was lying naked under another man, his thick cock still inside her, and she had just sent her husband “Love you too.” The weight of what she was doing hit her hard.
Padma: “Ahhhh… what did I just do…?
I sent him love you too… while you’re inside me…
I’m… I’m cheating on him…”
Rajan slowed his hips but stayed buried deep inside her. He brushed the damp hair from her face with surprising gentleness, then leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. His voice came out low and steady against her mouth.
Rajan: “Don’t carry that guilt alone, Padma.
You know Mohan is also a reason this is happening.
He is part of this.
So don’t put the entire weight only on yourself.”
As he spoke, one of his large hands slid up and cupped her full breast, squeezing it slowly, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple. Padma’s breath hitched. Her back arched slightly, and her soft ass lifted off the mattress on its own, pushing back against him as if her body was asking for more even while her mind was struggling.
Padma’s breathing was uneven. Tears of conflict already shone at the corners of her eyes. She looked up at him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him deeper. The thick cock inside her and the steady pressure of his hand on her breast made every thought heavier.
For a moment she stayed silent. Only the wet sound of their joined bodies and her soft, involuntary moans filled the hut. Then her voice came out quiet, almost trembling, but clear.
Padma: “Then tell me the truth once again…
Clearly.
What exactly did you both talk about me?
How did you plan all of this?
I want to hear it properly…
Without any soft version.”
Rajan kissed her again — deeper this time — while his hips began to move in slow, heavy strokes. His hand kept kneading her breast, squeezing and releasing, rolling the nipple between his fingers. Padma’s ass lifted again, meeting his thrusts without her fully realising it.
Rajan: “I went to him.
Not the other way around.
I’ve been obsessed with you for years.
And I never forgot how you destroyed my respect in this village… how you made me look powerless in front of everyone.
So I decided to take my revenge in the only way that would truly reach you.”
He pushed deeper and at the same time lowered his head to her other breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. Padma let out a long, broken moan. Her hips jerked upward.
Rajan (lips still brushing her wet nipple):
“I told Mohan exactly what I wanted.
I told him I would seduce you.
That I would take you in every hole —
your mouth, your pussy, your ass —
one after another.
That I would fuck you until you became mine in the most complete way.
And that Mohan would have to watch…
holding his own cock…
while I claimed his wife.
Padma: You said all of that to him…? And what did he say?
Did he get angry? Did he scold you…?”
Rajan released her breast with a wet sound and kissed his way back up to her mouth. His hand continued squeezing the soft flesh, while his other hand slid under her and gripped her ass, pulling her up to meet every stroke. Her body kept responding — her ass lifting, her back arching, her pussy clenching around him.
Rajan: “No.
He didn’t scold me. He said he will holding his tiny cock shaking see you see you taken by a powerful man.want to see you experience the most intense pleasure of your life… bcz he can’t satisfy you the way you need.
He only asked one thing —
that he never loses you completely.
That he remains your husband.”
So don’t feel guilty
Rajan: “Imagine it right now, Padma.
Enjoy the thought.
Mohan is sitting there holding his tiny cock,
watching me fuck you with this eight-inch cock.
See, Mohan…
Look how I’m fucking your beautiful wife.
Look how her tight pussy is taking every inch.
Look how her ass keeps lifting up for me.
I’m already inside her cunt…
and I’m on my way to filling all three of her holes.
And imagine he is speaking to me while I fuck you.”
He pushed in hard, making her moan, then continued in a slow, deliberate tone as if he were repeating Mohan’s words in real time:
Rajan: “Listen to him, Padma…
Hear your husband saying it…
‘Fuck her deeper, Rajan.
Use that big cock of yours and fill her.
Ravish her.
She needs a real cock…
A thick, long cock that can reach places I never could.
My tiny one can never satisfy her the way she deserves.
You give her the pleasure I failed to give.
Take her completely…
While I watch.’”
Padma’s eyes flew open. A wounded, trembling cry left her throat. The idea that her own husband could be saying those words while another man was inside her hit her harder than the physical thrust.
He kept thrusting deep and slow, one hand pressing and squeezing her full breast, the other gripping her ass so she could not escape the rhythm. His voice stayed low and steady against her ear, forcing the imagined words of her husband deeper into her mind.
Padma’s eyes lost focus.
The physical sensation of his thick cock stretching her, the wet sound of their bodies, the heat of his mouth on her skin — all of it blurred as her mind slipped inward. Suddenly she was no longer only under Rajan. In her thoughts she was looking straight at Mohan.
Her lips moved almost soundlessly, the words forming inside her head first, then spilling out in broken, emotional fragments between her moans.
Padma (voice shaking, half-spoken, half-thought):
“Mohan…
Please…
Stop this…
Ahhhhhhh…
Look at me…
See your wife…
Your beautiful wife is being fucked…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
By another man…
Stop him…
Please…”
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes down toward her temples. Her body still moved with Rajan’s thrusts — her ass lifting, her back arching — but her mind was pleading with the man who was not there.
Padma: “Mohan…
Why did you allow this…?
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m your wife…
He’s inside me…
So deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Tell him to stop…
Pull him off me…
Save your wife…
Please…
Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him…
Please…
This bull is destroying your wife…
Ahhhhhhh…
He’s so deep…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Save me…
Look at what he’s doing to me…”
Even as the words left her mouth, her fingers clenched harder on Rajan’s ass and pulled him in. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her pussy gripped his cock with every thrust, wet and greedy.
Padma: “Ahhhhhhh…
Mohan…
He’s not stopping…
Your beautiful wife is open under him…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
He’s fucking me so hard…
Stop this bull…
Please…
He’s going to ruin me…”
Her nails scbangd down his back again, leaving faint red lines. She dragged his hips forward with both hands, forcing his cock deeper, and a long, helpless moan tore out of her.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Don’t stop him… Mohan
Ahhhhhhh…
Let him do it…
Let him finish what he started…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…
Mohan…
I’m sorry…
Your wife is gone.. ahhhhh…
The contradiction tore her apart. In her mind she was still begging her husband to rescue her from the bull who was claiming her. In her body she was hugging Rajan tightly, scratching his back and ass, lifting her hips, and pulling him deeper with every stroke. Her moans grew longer and more broken, carrying both grief and raw need.
Padma: “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Mohan…
Stop him before he makes me cum…Yes yes yessss hmmmm… am about to cum..
Padma: Rajan harder harder.. don’t stop.. take me fill me..
Rajan smiling in the corner..
Ahhhhhhhh…
I’m going to break…”
Her body started trembling hard. The deep thoughts, the guilt, the pleasure, and the thick cock driving into her all collided at once. She clung to Rajan like she was drowning, nails digging into his ass, The clear, slippery fluid forced its way out with every hard pulse of her pussy, soaking his shaft, his balls, and the mattress beneath them. The sound turned wetter, heavier — a soft, filthy squelching every time he pushed back into her.
Padma’s eyes flew open for a second in shock. She could feel it happening.
Padma: “Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…
Something’s… coming out…
Ahhhhhhh…
I’m… leaking…
Aaaaaaahhhhh…”
It ran down the curve of her ass and spread under her. Her pussy, which had been clenching so tightly around him only moments earlier, began to lose its grip. The intense spasms slowly left her walls soft and open. Where she had been gripping him like a fist, she now felt loose, swollen, and extremely wet — her entrance staying slightly parted even when he pulled back, as if her body had surrendered completely.
Rajan felt the change immediately. Her pussy hole become loose , His cock slid in and out with almost no resistance now, gliding through the flood of her release. the tightness had melted into a soft, open wetness that let him sink even deeper with every stroke.
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