Adultery Seduction of My Wife Padma (UPDATED 30-DEC-25)

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Rajan still had her legs raised high over his shoulders. Padma’s pussy was completely soft and loose now. Every hard thrust produced a loud, wet pach-pach sound as his thick cock slammed into the flooded heat and pulled back again. The soft, open flesh made no resistance — only thick, slippery noise with every stroke.
He gripped her ass tighter and drove in deeper, listening to the wet sounds her body made around him.
Rajan: “Listen to that… pach-pach… your pussy has become so loose. After you came, it just opened up for me. Soft… wet… taking everything without any tightness left.”
He thrust harder, the pach-pach growing louder and thicker.
Rajan: “Feel how open you are. This loose pussy is going to take my whole cum. All of it. It’s so open now, nothing will spill out — it will just swallow every drop I give it.”
As the words left his mouth, the realization settled over Padma.
She could feel the bare, hot skin of his cock moving inside her — no thin barrier, nothing between them.
Padma: “Rajan… wait… ahhhh… you’re not wearing anything… there’s no condom…”
He didn’t slow down. He kept thrusting deep, the pach-pach of her loose pussy continuing under him, his hand still tight on her ass.
Rajan: “No. Nothing between us. I’ve wanted you for so long. Every time I saw you… I wanted to be inside you like this — open and taking everything.”
Padma’s hands pressed against his chest. The thick, unprotected heat of him stretching her soft, loose walls made the reality sharper.
Padma: “Rajan… don’t… ahhhh… don’t come inside me… please… pull out…”
She tried to shift her hips, wobbling under him, attempting to ease him out. Her legs trembled on his shoulders as she pushed weakly at his chest and tried to close her thighs.
Padma: “No… ahhhh… not inside… please… take it out…”
Rajan’s body settled heavier over hers. He kept her legs locked on his shoulders and pressed down, holding her firmly in place with his weight. One hand stayed on her ass, the other braced beside her head. He didn’t pull out. Instead he drove deeper, pinning her open beneath him, the wet pach-pach sounds continuing with every stroke into her loose heat.
Rajan: “I’ve waited too long for this. Your pussy is already so open… it’s going to take every drop.”
Padma’s body struggled for a moment longer — small, restless movements, her hips trying to twist away — but his weight and the grip on her ass kept her unmoving. Every attempt to dislodge him only made his thick cock sink deeper into her soft, flooded, loose pussy, the wet sounds growing louder.
He held her tight, hips locked against her, and kept thrusting in short, heavy strokes. The pach-pach of her open pussy filled the hut. Her protests mixed with broken moans as the tension continued to build.
Rajan: “Padma… please… don’t stop me now. I’ve tried for so many years… I wanted to love you so badly… every time I saw you I wanted this, and only with you. And now… now you’re not letting me finish like that. Just this once… let me. You can take the pills later… just don’t push me away. Stay like this with me.”
His words did not erase her fear about the lack of protection. What changed was the weight of his plea. When he said he had wanted to love her so badly for years, that every time he saw her he had carried this desire, and that she was now the only one stopping him from completing it, something shifted in her perception of the moment.
Padma placed her hand against his chest and looked directly into his eyes.
Padma: “Wait. I need you to listen to me. I am serious. Don’t put your cum inside me. Stop…”
Rajan: “I understand. Nothing will happen. You can take contraceptives… don’t worry. Just be in the moment of love. It’s not force… it’s the intensity of love stored for years, Padma.”
His words were soft and mild, spoken close to her ear. He kissed her ear slowly, then moved down to her neck. She slowly closed her eyes.
Padma remained quiet for a moment, trying to understand her own feelings.
Padma: “But why did you force me…? I don’t like that…”
Rajan: “No, I’m not forcing you. I’m loving you… intensely. I love you.”
Hearing his words about love and his long-lasting waiting for her, she experienced a sudden sense of being the sole focus of a long, intense wanting. That kind of concentrated desire felt unusually powerful — almost like a form of recognition. For a few seconds the fear of consequences was pushed aside by the emotional force of being told, in the most physical situation possible, that she had been desired this completely for years.
She became quiet again.
Her resistance stopped.
Her body stopped trying to twist away.
She remained under him, still tempered, still aware, but no longer actively resisting.
Padma: “You say you’ve wanted me for years. But I need to know whether you truly care about me… or whether this is still about your revenge… because you’re forcing me.”
Rajan: “If you don’t want this, I can still stop. Shall I stop, Padma…?”
While speaking, he slowly kissed and rubbed his lips against the nape of her neck and the base of her ears. The sensation made it hard for her to control herself.
Padma: “Rajan… I’m frightened. There’s no protection… that’s why I’m scared…”
She was not in a position to say a clear “no” and stop him, yet she also did not want to tell him to continue. So she remained silent for a while. He kept kissing and hugging her, but he stopped moving his hips, waiting for her answer. She wondered why he had stopped, why he was leaving her in this suspended state.
Rajan: “Shall I continue… or stop?”
Padma (with shyness): “I don’t know… You’re embarrassing me…”
Rajan: “Alright… shall I continue then?”
Padma hugged him and whispered: “Hmm…”
Rajan felt the change the moment her resistance truly ended.
Her hands no longer pressed against his chest. The restless twisting of her hips stilled. She remained open under him, legs still locked on his shoulders, soft and quiet. The resistance had gone.
He realized it at once.
A small, private smile touched the corner of his mouth. After so many years of wanting, after every failed attempt, this beautiful woman was finally still beneath him. How many men in the apartment had looked at her, wanted her, imagined her — and now it was him buried deep inside her open, loose pussy, about to finish what none of them ever could. The thought sent a fresh, deeper wave of heat through him, sharper than before. Excitement stacked on top of the pressure already building, mixed with something almost tender.
He started moving harder, but the strokes carried more weight than force — deep, full, intimate.
The wet pach-pach of her soft pussy grew fuller with every thrust. His rough, dark body pressed completely against her smooth, fair skin — chest to chest, stomach to stomach — glued together. One hand stayed on her ass, holding her close; the other slid up her back, fingers spreading gently across her skin as he pulled her tighter against him.
Padma’s breath changed. Soft, high, little moans slipped from her throat with every deep stroke.
Padma: “Mmmhh… ahhh… Rajan…”
The sudden closeness, the heat of his body covering hers, the way he held her as if he never wanted to let go — it pulled a quiet wave of temptation through her. Her arms rose and wrapped around his back, hugging him tighter instead of pushing away. Her soft body lifted to meet him, accepting the deeper rhythm. Her full breasts pressed firmly against his broad, strong chest.
Rajan’s voice broke against her ear, low and rough, almost shaking with the emotion of finally being this close.
Rajan: “I’m going to come… I’m going to fill your pussy… take it… please… take all of it… I love you, baby… right now it feels like only the two of us exist in the world… no one to disturb us… no one between us… I love you so much…”
Padma: “ Padma: “Haaa… yesss… hmm… no no stop it… no don’t stop… yes love you… Rraaaajj… no don’t stop… don’t stop… continue… haaa…”
She started rubbing his back all over, pressing her hands against his strong buttocks. Her nails scratched his back, causing him some discomfort. In that moment she had temporarily lost sight of the fact that she was married, that she was sophisticated, that he had lied, that he had manipulated her husband, that he had tried to force her, and that she was now ready to take his cum.
He kissed her — slower this time, deeper, mouth open against hers — while his hips kept moving with heavy, intimate strokes. Their bodies stayed completely glued, his rough skin against her smooth fairness, as the final pressure tore through him.
He buried himself to the root and locked there, a long, broken sound leaving his throat as thick pulses of cum flooded her soft, open heat. Pulse after heavy pulse emptied into her while he held her tightly, kissing her, hugging her, his entire body pressed against hers as he finished inside her at last.
A sudden, thick heat flooded the softest part of her. It was heavier than she expected — hot and dense — spreading quickly through the open space he had kept stretched. Pulse after pulse followed, each one a distinct, warm surge that she felt clearly against her sensitive walls. The heat kept building inside her as he stayed buried deep, his cock twitching and releasing more. She could feel herself growing even wetter, the mixture of her own earlier release and his thick cum making everything slicker, hotter, fuller.
Her soft walls fluttered weakly around him, not clenching, just receiving. The sensation was intimate and almost too much — the deep stretch, the continuous warmth pouring into her, the way his body stayed completely glued to hers while he filled her. She felt claimed from the inside in the quietest, most complete way: open, soft, and holding everything he gave her.