Adultery Power and Submissions of Housewife Nivetha (Nivi)

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Hey, xossipy readers!

I’m super excited to drop my first-ever story on this spicy platform that I’ve been obsessed with forever! I’m a middle-aged Tamil gal, juggling life at a tech firm by day and getting lost in the steamy world of xossipy and old-college xossip by night. Those hot Tamil and English stories? Oh, they’ve had my heart racing and my imagination running wild for years, and now I’m ready to add my own naughty tale to the mix!

I’ve always wanted to write sexy stories pulled from my life and my friends’ juicy experiences, with a dash of my wildest fantasies to crank up the heat. But, ugh, life’s been so busy that I could only jot down ideas and plots in my little notebook. Now, with a cheeky bit of help, I’m finally turning those notes into a proper story.

This first story? It’s a little piece of my past, mixed with the steamy, secret life I’ve always craved. I hope it gets you all hot and bothered in the best way! Drop your thoughts in the comments—I’m dying to know what you think. And if any fellow writers want to connect, let’s swap some spicy ideas!
I really wanted to write this in Tamil to keep it close to my roots, but that cheeky help is not good at Tamil so much, so English it is for now. Here’s hoping I can bring you some Tamil heat in the future!

Get ready for a wild ride, and let me know how much you love it (or want more)!

With a naughty wink,
Nivi the Naughty



Chapter 1: The Empty Bed


Coimbatore hummed softly, warm winds rustling through coconut groves, old banyan branches casting dappled shade over Nivi’s modest apartment. Inside, her two boys laughed and scampered, their voices echoing through the small space, but they couldn’t drown the quiet ache gnawing at her heart, unraveling like a loose thread in her life. 

Nivi, 32, Tamil, stood average height, slim as she’d always been, but motherhood had transformed her. Once a plain girl—flat-chested, no hips, invisible to men’s gazes—she now carried curves that demanded attention. Her breasts, once small, were now full and perky, straining against her blouses, nipples faintly teasing the fabric when she moved. Her waist remained tight, a slender contrast to her widened hips, her ass round and firm, swaying with every step. From the front, she was Nivi—pretty, unassuming. From the side or back, her curves were a showstopper, making eyes linger, hearts race. Fuck, I’m not invisible anymore, she thought, a flicker of heat stirring in her core. Men would stare, want me—my tits, my ass. Why doesn’t Anand see it?

Anand, her husband, didn’t. Five years ago, he’d swept her off her feet—charming, confident, lying about his age, claiming 30 when he was 34. She’d been naive, dazzled by his worldliness, blind to his past of casual flings. Now, with two sons and mounting bills, he barely glanced at her, his eyes dulled by whiskey and debt. The apartment felt like a cage, her body a fire ignored, her pussy tingling faintly with unmet need. Fuck, he doesn’t see my curves, doesn’t touch me, she thought, mind voices naughty and bitter. I’m more than a mom, more than his shadow—I want eyes on me, want to feel alive.

That night, lying beside Anand in bed, her kurti hugged her breasts, the fabric clinging to her slim waist, her ass curving under the sheets. She turned to him, voice soft but desperate. “Anand, we need to talk.” Her hand brushed his chest, fingers trailing through soft hair, hoping for a spark—his hands on her hips, his lips on her neck, seeing her body’s new fire. But he grunted, eyes half-closed, reeking of booze. “What? Money again?”

Her pussy cooled, need replaced by frustration. “No,” she whispered, hand retreating, heart sinking. Fuck, he doesn’t want me—my tits, my ass, nothing. I’m burning, and he’s blind. Her nipples hardened faintly, not for him but for the thought of other eyes—men who’d see her curves, ache for her sway. Revelations stirred: I’m more than this empty bed, more than a wife he ignores. I want to be seen, make men burn with want.

Morning came, Anand stumbling out without a word, the stink of last night’s liquor trailing him. Nivi dressed the kids, her mind on the bills piling up, her body restless. Her mother-in-law, widowed young, watched with a quiet smile, stirring tea in the kitchen. She’d lost her own spark years ago, trapped in grief, and saw Nivi’s pain like a mirror. “Go back to work, dear,” she said, voice firm but warm, handing her a cup. “You need the money, yes, but more—you need yourself. I was stuck once, felt my life slip away. Don’t let that happen to you. Find your fire again.”

Nivi’s throat tightened, pussy tingling faintly at the thought of escape. Fuck, she gets it—sees I’m fading, wants me to burn, she thought, revelations deepening: Work could wake me, make men see my curves, my power. “I called the office,” she said, voice soft. “They want me back.”'

Her mother-in-law’s eyes lit up, a naughty glint breaking through. “Good. And that friend of yours, Ashok? Always watched you, you know—those shy eyes stuck on your back when you walked away. Never said much, just stared, like he couldn’t help it. Old faces might spark something.” Her tone was playful, implying heat—men noticing Nivi’s body, her ass swaying, stirring desires she’d buried.

Nivi’s pussy throbbed, a wicked smile tugging her lips. Fuck, Ashok—always staring at my ass, too shy to speak, probably jerking off to it, she thought, mind voices naughty: He’d die to see me bold, curves teasing, maybe even watch me with someone. The idea sent a jolt to her clit, her panties dampening. Revelations hit: I’m ready to be seen, to make men ache—Ashok, the office, anyone but Anand.

She stood before the mirror, pulling on a simple green kurti, the fabric hugging her breasts, teasing her nipples faintly, leggings clinging to her hips, her ass bouncing as she turned. From the front, I’m just Nivi—pretty, quiet, she thought, checking her side view, then back. But from here—fuck, my ass, my curves, they scream. 

Men can’t ignore this. Her pussy pulsed, wetness spreading, body waking at the thought of eyes on her—Ashok’s shy stares, maybe others, hungrier, bolder. Work’s different now, her mind roared. No more empty bed, no more invisibility. I’m ready to feel wanted, to own my body, make them burn. Revelations solidified: This is my spark, and I’m lighting it.


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Chapter 2: Back in the Game

Nivi stepped into the office, the hum of AC and chatter hitting her like a wave. It was her first day back after years away, and her heart raced—not from nerves, but from something else, something alive. She wore a simple green kurti, tight enough to hug her 28-inch waist, the fabric stretching over her 34C breasts, nipples faintly outlined when she moved. Her leggings clung to her 38-inch ass, the curve bouncing with each step. From the front, she was just Nivi—slim, pretty, professional. But from the side or back, her ass was a magnet, pulling eyes without her even trying. Let them look, she thought, a heat sparking in her chest. I’m not invisible anymore.

The office hadn’t changed much—same old desks, same coffee machine smell. But the air felt different, like it was waiting for her. She walked to her old desk, her hips swaying, feeling the weight of her curves. I’m not that flat girl from before, her mind whispered. My body’s new, and it’s mine to own. Her pussy gave a little throb at the thought, a faint wetness starting as she imagined men noticing her, wanting her.

At the tea station, she saw them—her old gang. Ashwin, loud and grinning, a new dad with tired eyes but the same cheeky vibe. Dinesh, glasses glinting, joking about his pregnant wife. And Ashok, quiet as ever, standing back, his eyes flicking to her. She caught his stare, those shy eyes locking on her ass as she turned. He’s always watched me like that, she thought, like he wants to see me with someone, wants to burn for it. Her pussy pulsed again, the idea of his silent hunger making her thighs press together.

“Nivi, the prodigal daughter’s back!” Dinesh called, his grin wide. “Tea’s on you, yeah?”

Ashwin clapped, laughing. “Look at you, walking in like you own the place. Time’s been kind, huh?”

Nivi smirked, tossing her hair. “Time’s been busy, boys. Two kids, and I still got it.” She turned slightly, letting her ass catch the light, knowing their eyes followed. They see it, she thought, my curves, my power. Anand never looks, but these guys can’t stop. Her nipples hardened under her kurti, a thrill running through her.
Ashok said nothing, just nodded, his face flushing as he stared at her hips. He’s dying inside, she thought, watching me, imagining things he’ll never say. The idea made her wetter, her panties sticking slightly as she shifted. She leaned against the counter, her ass jutting out, and sipped her tea. “Feels like old times,” she said, voice light but teasing. “Like I never left.”

“Old times, but you’re different,” Dinesh said, eyes flicking to her chest, then away. “What’s Anand feeding you? You’re glowing.”

Nivi laughed, but her mind darkened. Anand feeds me nothing but silence, she thought. He doesn’t see my tits, my ass, doesn’t care how wet I get. “Just life, Dinesh,” she said, keeping it cool. “Kids keep you busy, but I’m back to breathe again.”

Later, at lunch, she joined the women—Saritha and Lakshmi, older accountants who’d known her since her first day. They sat by the window, the sun catching Nivi’s kurti, making her curves stand out. Saritha smirked. “Still running with the boys, Nivi? You never grew up, did you?”

Lakshmi nodded, eyeing Nivi’s figure. “You carry yourself different now. Like you know what you’ve got.”

Nivi smiled, crossing her legs, her ass shifting in the chair. They see it too, she thought, my body’s not just a mom’s anymore. It’s mine, and it’s fucking hot. Her pussy clenched, a slow heat building as she felt their gazes. “Guess motherhood gave me something extra,” she said, voice low, teasing.
The women laughed, but there was warmth in it, like they got her. Saritha leaned in. 

“You’re trouble, Nivi. Always were. But it’s good to see you back.”
As she ate, Nivi caught Ashok at another table, his eyes on her again, lingering on her side profile, her ass as she leaned forward. He’s picturing me naked, she thought, or fucked by someone else, and it’s killing him. The thought sent a jolt through her, her panties now damp, sticking to her folds. She shifted, letting her kurti ride up slightly, showing more of her curves. Let him burn, she thought, her clit throbbing.

Then her boss, Mr. Raghavan, walked by. Older, stern, but with a warmth in his eyes when he saw her. “Nivetha, welcome back,” he said, his voice deep, pausing to look at her. His gaze lingered—her breasts, her waist, then quickly away. “This place missed you.”

Nivi stood, her ass swaying as she faced him. “Thank you, sir,” she said, smiling, her voice soft but bold. He’s looking, she thought, not just at my face, but my body. My tits. My ass. Her pussy got wetter, a slow drip starting as she imagined his eyes on her back view. “It’s good to be back.”

He nodded, a flicker of something in his face—admiration, maybe more. “You’ve got fire, Nivi. Always did. Don’t let it dull.” He walked away, but she felt his gaze linger, like a touch on her skin.

Back at her desk, Nivi stared out the window, the sun fading. The laughter, the looks, the heat in her body—it was all new, but it felt right. Anand doesn’t see me, she thought, but here, I’m alive. Men want me. Ashok’s eyes, Raghavan’s stare—they see my curves, my ass, my power. Her hand rested on her thigh, close to her pussy, the wetness soaking through. I’m not just a wife or mom. I’m a woman, and I’m fucking wanted.

She thought of her mother-in-law’s words that morning. “Find your spark,” she’d said, her eyes soft with her own lost dreams. She gets it, Nivi thought. She knows I need this—to feel my body, to make men ache for me. Her nipples pressed against her bra, her ass shifting in the chair. This is just the start, her mind whispered. I’m going to make them all want me more.

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Chapter 3: Playing with Fire


Nivi walked into the office on her second day, feeling the air shift around her. The hum of keyboards and coffee machine whirrs faded as heads turned. She wore a fitted blue kurti, the fabric tight over her 34C breasts, nipples just visible when she breathed. Her leggings hugged her 28-inch waist and 38-inch ass, the curve bouncing with each step. From the front, she was professional, pretty. From the side or back, her ass was a weapon, making men stare, mouths open. They can’t help it, she thought, a smirk tugging her lips. My body’s screaming, and they’re listening.

She felt the heat from yesterday—Ashwin’s grin, Dinesh’s sly looks, Ashok’s shy stares stuck on her ass. And Raghavan, her mind purred, his eyes said more than his words. Her pussy tingled at the memory, a slow wetness starting in her panties. I’m not Anand’s wife here, she thought. I’m Nivi, and I’m fucking alive.

At the tea station, the gang was already there. Ashwin, leaning on the counter, winked as she approached. “Nivi, you’re killing us already. That kurti’s unfair.” His eyes flicked to her chest, then her hips, lingering on her side view.

Dinesh laughed, pushing his glasses up. “Yeah, Anand’s a lucky bastard. How’s he handling you looking like this?”

Nivi tossed her hair, her ass swaying as she grabbed a cup. “Anand doesn’t notice,” she said, voice sharp but playful. He doesn’t see my tits, my ass, doesn’t know how wet I get thinking about eyes on me, her mind hissed. She turned, letting her back face them, knowing her 38-inch curves were on full display. “But you boys seem to notice plenty.”

Ashwin whistled low. “Fuck, Nivi, you’re trouble. Always were.”

Ashok stood back, silent, his eyes glued to her ass. He’s burning, she thought, picturing me bent over, fucked by someone else. Her pussy clenched, wetness soaking her panties as she imagined his desperate, cuck gaze. She leaned forward slightly, her kurti riding up, showing more of her curves. Look all you want, Ashok, her mind teased. You’ll never touch, but you’ll die wanting.

“Trouble’s my middle name now,” she said, smirking at Ashwin. Her nipples hardened, pressing against her bra, and she didn’t hide it. Let them see, she thought, let them want. Her clit throbbed, the heat between her thighs growing as their eyes roamed.

Later, in the lunchroom, she sat with Saritha and Lakshmi. The women eyed her kurti, the way it hugged her breasts and waist. Saritha grinned. “You’re making waves, Nivi. The boys can’t focus.”

Lakshmi nodded, her gaze on Nivi’s side profile. “You’ve got a glow. Motherhood suits you, but it’s more than that. You’re owning it.”
Nivi crossed her legs, her ass shifting, the leggings tight against her curves. They see it, she thought, my body, my power. Her pussy was wet now, the dampness spreading as she felt their approval. “Guess I’m done hiding,” she said, voice low, sultry. I want every eye on me, every cock hard because of my ass, her mind roared.

Saritha laughed. “Good. This place needs a woman like you.”

Across the room, Ashok watched, his face flushed, eyes darting to her hips. He’s imagining me naked, Nivi thought, or riding someone while he watches. The idea made her thighs press together, her clit pulsing. She shifted, letting her kurti slip up, showing the curve of her ass. Burn, Ashok, she thought, keep wanting.

Then Mr. Raghavan called her to his office. “Nivetha, need your input on a client file,” he said, his voice calm but his eyes intense. She walked in, hips swaying, feeling his gaze on her back view. He’s staring at my ass, she thought, her pussy dripping now, soaking her panties. She sat, crossing her legs, the kurti pulling tight over her breasts.

“You’re settling in well,” Raghavan said, leaning back, his eyes tracing her curves—breasts, waist, then back to her face. “The team’s talking about you. They missed your fire.”

Nivi smiled, leaning forward, her 34C breasts pushing out. “I missed this place too, sir,” she said, voice soft but bold. He wants me, her mind screamed, his cock’s probably hard under that desk. Her pussy clenched, wetness smearing her thighs as she imagined him grabbing her, bending her over his desk. “I’m ready to bring that fire back.”

He nodded, a spark in his eyes. “I can see that. You’ve changed, Nivi. Stronger. Bolder.” His gaze dropped to her chest, then her hips, lingering on her side view. “Don’t let anyone dim that.”

He sees my body, she thought, my tits, my ass, wants it all. Her nipples ached, hard against her bra, and her pussy was so wet she worried it’d show through her leggings. She stood, turning to give him the full back view, her 38-inch ass bouncing. “I won’t, sir,” she said, voice dripping with heat.
Back home that evening, Nivi helped the kids with dinner, but her mind was still in the office. Those eyes—Ashwin, Dinesh, Ashok, Raghavan—they want me, she thought, her hand brushing her thigh, close to her pussy. Anand doesn’t, but they do. Her mother-in-law watched her, smiling softly. “You look happy, dear,” she said. “Work’s doing you good. I lost my spark young, after my husband died. Don’t lose yours. Keep shining.”

Nivi’s throat tightened. She gets it, she thought. She knows I need to feel wanted, to feel my body come alive. “Thanks,” she whispered, her mind racing. Tomorrow, I’ll wear something tighter, show more. I want their cocks hard, their eyes begging. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, her panties soaked as she imagined the office burning for her.

In bed, alone, Anand already passed out, Nivi’s fingers slipped under her nightie. She touched her clit, rubbing slow, then fast, picturing Raghavan’s eyes, Ashok’s silent want. I’m not just a mom, she thought, her pussy clenching as she came, wet and shaking. I’m a woman, and I’m fucking on fire.

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Chapter 4: Turning Up the Heat

Nivi walked into the office on her third day, her confidence buzzing like a live wire. She’d picked a tighter kurti today—deep red, clinging to her 34C breasts, the fabric so snug her nipples showed through when she breathed hard. Her black leggings hugged her 28-inch waist and 38-inch ass, every curve screaming as she moved. From the front, she was professional, her pretty face calm. But from the side or back, her ass bounced with each step, a jaw-dropping sight that stopped conversations. They’re gonna stare today, she thought, her pussy already tingling. And I fucking want them to.
The office felt different now, like it was hers to command. 

Yesterday’s looks—Ashwin’s grin, Dinesh’s sly glances, Ashok’s shy hunger, Raghavan’s intense stare—had lit something in her. Anand doesn’t see me, her mind hissed, but these men do. My tits, my ass—they can’t look away. Her panties were damp before she even reached her desk, the thought of their eyes making her clit throb.

At the tea station, the gang was waiting. Ashwin leaned back, smirking. “Nivi, you trying to kill us? That kurti’s a fucking crime.” His eyes raked her chest, then her hips, lingering on her side view.

Dinesh chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “Yeah, Anand’s gotta be blind. You’re walking in like a damn queen.”

Nivi smirked, turning to pour tea, her ass jutting out as she bent slightly. Look at it, she thought, my 38-inch ass, making their cocks hard. Her pussy clenched, wetness soaking her panties as she felt their stares. “You boys talk big,” she teased, voice low and sultry. “But can you handle me?”

Ashwin laughed, but his eyes stayed on her curves. “Handle you? Nivi, you’re playing with fire.”

Ashok stood back, silent, his gaze locked on her ass. He’s dying, she thought, picturing me fucked by someone, his cock throbbing but too shy to say it. Her pussy dripped now, the idea of his cuck hunger pushing her further. She shifted, letting her kurti ride up, showing more of her curves. Watch me, Ashok, her mind purred. Burn for me.

She caught his eyes, giving him a slow smile. His face flushed red, hands shaking as he gripped his cup. He’d cum just watching me with someone, she thought, her clit pulsing so hard she had to press her thighs together, the dampness smearing her leggings.

In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over. The women’s eyes flicked to her kurti, the way it hugged her breasts and waist. Saritha grinned. “Nivi, you’re making the men useless. They’re dropping pens left and right.”

Lakshmi nodded, her gaze on Nivi’s side profile. “You’ve got power now. Use it, girl.”

Nivi crossed her legs, her ass shifting, the leggings tight against her 38-inch curves. They see it, she thought, my body’s not just a mom’s. It’s fucking hot, and I own it. Her pussy was soaked, the heat spreading as she felt their approval. “I’m just getting started,” she said, voice dripping with mischief. 

I want every cock in this room hard for me, her mind roared, every eye on my ass.

Ashok sat across the room, staring, his eyes stuck on her hips. He’s imagining me bent over, she thought, fucked hard while he watches, helpless. The thought made her nipples ache, pressing against her bra, and her pussy dripped more, wetting her leggings. She leaned forward, letting her kurti slip up, showing the curve of her ass. Keep burning, Ashok, she thought, you’ll never touch.

Then Raghavan called her to his office. “Nivetha, need you for a project brief,” he said, his voice steady but his eyes dark, roaming her body. She walked in, hips swaying, knowing her back view was killing him. He’s staring at my ass, she thought, her pussy throbbing so hard she felt it pulse. She sat, crossing her legs, the kurti pulling tight over her breasts, nipples hard and visible.

“You’re fitting in fast,” Raghavan said, leaning forward, his gaze flicking to her chest, then her hips. “The team’s buzzing about you. You’ve got something special.”

Nivi smiled, leaning closer, her breasts pushing out. “Thanks, sir,” she said, voice soft but bold. His cock’s hard under that desk, her mind screamed, he wants to grab my tits, fuck me right here. Her pussy was dripping now, soaking her panties, smearing her thighs. “I’m just doing my job,” she added, teasing, her eyes locked on his.

He cleared his throat, but his eyes stayed on her side view, her 38-inch ass. “You’re doing more than that, Nivi. You’re lighting this place up.” His voice was low, almost a growl. He wants me bad, she thought, wants to bend me over, feel my ass in his hands. Her clit throbbed, her panties so wet she worried he’d smell her arousal.

She stood, turning to give him the full back view, her ass bouncing as she moved to the door. “Anything else, sir?” she asked, voice sultry, knowing he was staring.

“Not now,” he said, his eyes burning. “But keep that fire, Nivi. It’s dangerous.”

Dangerous is what I want, she thought, her pussy clenching as she walked out, hips swaying. I want his cock hard, his hands aching to touch me. The wetness between her thighs was unbearable now, her leggings sticking to her skin.

At home, Nivi helped the kids with homework, but her mind was still in the office. Those eyes—Ashwin, Dinesh, Ashok, Raghavan—they’re all hungry for me, she thought, her hand brushing her thigh, close to her pussy. Anand doesn’t care, but they do. Her mother-in-law watched her, smiling softly. 

“You’re glowing, dear,” she said. “Work’s bringing you back to life. I lost my husband young, missed my chance to shine. Don’t let yours slip away. Be bold.”

Nivi’s chest tightened. She knows I need this, she thought, to feel my body, to make men want me. “I’m trying,” she said, her voice soft. Tomorrow, I’ll wear something even tighter, her mind raced. I want their cocks throbbing, their eyes begging for my ass, my tits. Her pussy pulsed, her panties soaked as she imagined the office burning for her.

In bed, Anand was out cold, snoring. Nivi’s fingers slipped under her nightie, finding her clit, wet and swollen. She rubbed fast, picturing Raghavan’s eyes, Ashok’s desperate stare. I’m not just a wife, she thought, her pussy clenching as she came hard, shaking, her cum soaking her fingers. I’m a woman, and I’m fucking unstoppable.



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Chapter 5: Electric Air

Nivi strutted into the office on her fourth day, her body humming with a wild energy. She’d chosen a black kurti today, so tight it looked painted on, hugging her 34C breasts, the fabric catching every curve, her nipples poking through like they were begging for attention. Her leggings gripped her 28-inch waist and 38-inch ass, the roundness bouncing with each step, a fucking showstopper from the side or back. From the front, she was just Nivi—slim, pretty, professional. But turn her around, and her ass made jaws drop, cocks harden. They’re gonna lose it today, she thought, her pussy already wet, soaking her panties before she even hit the door. I want every eye on my ass, every dick throbbing for me.

The office buzzed, but it went quiet as she walked in, heads turning, eyes sticking to her curves. Fuck, I love this, her mind roared. Anand’s blind, but these men see me—my tits, my ass, my power. Her pussy clenched, dripping so much she felt it smear her thighs, her clit pulsing with every step. She imagined bending over, letting them see her wet panties, making them beg. I’m not his wife here, she thought. I’m a fucking goddess, and they’re all mine.

At the tea station, Ashwin and Dinesh were already there, grinning like kids. Ashok lingered back, his eyes glued to her ass, his face red. He’s picturing me fucked hard, she thought, her pussy throbbing at his cuck stare. He’d cum just watching, too shy to touch. Her nipples ached, hard against her bra, as she imagined his desperate eyes on her.

“Nivi, you’re making mornings dangerous,” Ashwin said, his voice light but his eyes heavy, tracing her breasts, then her hips. “This office can’t handle you.”

Dinesh smirked, leaning closer. “Yeah, we’re gonna need HR to issue a warning. You’re too much for us poor guys.”

Nivi laughed softly, her tone naughty but subtle. “Poor guys? Maybe you need to toughen up.” She turned, pouring tea, her ass jutting out, the leggings tight enough to show every curve. They’re staring, her mind purred, their cocks hard, wanting to grab my ass. Her pussy dripped more, the wetness soaking through, her clit begging for a touch. She shifted, letting her kurti ride up, giving them the full back view. Look at my 38-inch ass, boys, she thought. It’s fucking killing you.

Ashok’s hands shook, his cup nearly slipping. He’s dying, she thought, imagining me bent over, fucked while he watches. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush wetting her panties. She gave him a slow, teasing smile, her eyes saying, Keep wanting, you’ll never have me.

Later, she got stuck in the old elevator with Ashwin. The doors closed, and the air turned thick, electric. He stood close, his eyes on her side profile, her ass. “This lift’s slower than ever,” he said, voice low, naughty. “But damn, Nivi, you make it worth the wait.”

She leaned against the wall, her ass sticking out, kurti pulling tight over her breasts. “Worth it, huh?” she teased, her voice soft, playful. He wants to fuck me right here, her mind screamed, his cock’s hard, pressing against his pants. Her pussy was so wet now, she felt it drip down her thighs, her clit throbbing like crazy. “Careful, Ashwin,” she added, smirking. “You might get stuck with me longer than you think.”

He laughed, but his eyes were hungry, locked on her curves. “I’d survive,” he said, voice dropping. The elevator jerked, stopping between floors. Nivi’s heart raced, her pussy pulsing. Fuck, if he touched me now, I’d let him feel how wet I am, she thought, her nipples aching, her ass begging for his hands. But the doors opened, and he stepped back, grinning. “Saved by the bell,” he said, winking.

At lunch, Saritha and Lakshmi pulled her to their table. “Nivi, you’re driving the men mad,” Saritha said, her tone teasing but light. “They’re tripping over their own feet.”

Lakshmi nodded, eyeing Nivi’s kurti. “You’ve got something special now. Don’t hide it.”

Nivi crossed her legs, her ass shifting, the leggings showing every inch of her 38-inch curves. They see my power, she thought, my tits, my ass, making everyone want me. Her pussy was drenched, the heat unbearable as she imagined the whole room staring. “Just being me,” she said, her voice naughty, indirect. “Guess they’re not used to it.”

Raghavan called her to his office that afternoon. “Nivetha, need your take on this report,” he said, his voice calm but his eyes dark, roaming her body. She walked in, hips swaying, her ass bouncing, knowing he couldn’t look away. He’s fucking hard for me, her mind roared, wants to grab my ass, fuck me on his desk. Her pussy dripped, soaking her leggings, her clit throbbing as she sat, crossing her legs, her kurti tight over her breasts.

“You’re shaking things up,” Raghavan said, leaning forward, his gaze on her nipples, then her hips. “This place feels alive with you here.” His voice was subtle, but the heat in his eyes wasn’t.

Nivi smiled, leaning closer, her breasts pushing out. “Just doing my job, sir,” she said, her tone playful, naughty. His cock’s throbbing, she thought, he wants to rip this kurti off, suck my tits, fuck my pussy. Her wetness smeared her thighs, her clit pulsing so hard she had to squeeze her legs. “But I like keeping things… interesting,” she added, her eyes locked on his.

He cleared his throat, but his gaze stayed on her side view, her 38-inch ass. “You’re more than interesting, Nivi,” he said, voice low. “You’re dangerous.”

Dangerous is what I am, she thought, her pussy clenching, dripping so much she worried he’d smell it. She stood, turning to give him the full back view, her ass bouncing. “Good to know, sir,” she said, her voice a sultry tease.

Back home, Nivi cooked for the kids, but her mind was in the office. Ashwin’s eyes, Ashok’s cuck stare, Raghavan’s hunger—they want my body, she thought, her hand brushing her thigh, close to her soaked pussy. Her mother-in-law watched, smiling. “You’re shining, dear,” she said. “Work’s waking you up. I lost my spark when my husband died young. Don’t let yours fade. Be bold, Nivi.”

Nivi’s chest tightened. She knows I need this, she thought, to feel my ass, my tits, make men ache. “I’m trying,” she whispered, her pussy throbbing. Tomorrow, I’ll wear something tighter, make them beg, her mind roared, her panties soaked as she imagined the office burning.

In bed, Anand snored, dead to her. Nivi’s fingers slipped under her nightie, rubbing her clit, wet and swollen. She pictured Raghavan’s eyes, Ashwin’s grin, Ashok’s desperate stare. I’m a fucking queen, she thought, her pussy clenching as she came hard, cum dripping down her thighs, shaking. And I’m just getting started.



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[nivithenaughty]

Please let me know your comments and feedbacks i know its rough and I'm trying to improve myself. apologies for the mistakes.

[Dumeelkumar]

Awesome start. waiting to see how the life of Nivi is gonna turn upside down.

[chellaporukki]

Great way to start.
Will she fall in love with someone or just open her legs to many?
Anything interesting in the previous stint of the same office?

[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 6: Owning the Room


A week later, Nivi walked into the office with a swagger she hadn’t known she had. Her confidence was a fire now, burning hotter each day. She wore a cream kurti, tight as fuck, hugging her 34C breasts, the fabric so thin her nipples poked through when she breathed. Her leggings gripped her 28-inch waist and 38-inch ass, the roundness bouncing like a damn magnet. From the front, she was Nivi—slim, pretty, professional. From the side or back, her ass was a jaw-dropper, making men choke on their coffee. They’re all mine today, she thought, her pussy already wet, soaking her panties as she stepped in. I want their cocks hard, their eyes begging for my curves.

The office went quiet, eyes locking on her—Ashwin, Dinesh, even the older accountants who used to ignore her. Fuck, I love this, her mind roared. Anand doesn’t see my tits, my ass, but these men can’t stop. Her pussy clenched, dripping so much she felt it smear her thighs, her clit throbbing with every stare. I want them to imagine fucking me, bending me over, while I stay untouchable. Her nipples ached, hard against her bra, as she imagined their cocks straining, desperate for her.

At the tea station, the gang was ready—Ashwin grinning, Dinesh adjusting his glasses, Ashok lurking back, his eyes stuck on her ass. He’s such a cuck, she thought, picturing me fucked hard, his cock throbbing but too shy to speak. Her pussy pulsed, wetness soaking her leggings as she imagined his helpless stare. She leaned against the counter, her ass jutting out, kurti riding up to show her curves. Look at my 38-inch ass, Ashok, her mind purred. You’ll cum just dreaming of it.

“Nivi, you’re gonna give us a heart attack,” Ashwin said, his voice light but naughty, eyes on her chest. “This place can’t handle you anymore.”

Dinesh smirked, leaning closer. “Yeah, we’re begging for mercy. Anand’s got no idea what he’s missing.”

Nivi tossed her hair, her tone playful, indirect. “Mercy? You boys need to learn to keep up.” She turned, pouring tea, her ass bouncing, knowing their eyes were glued. 

Their cocks are hard, she thought, wanting to grab my ass, fuck my pussy. Her clit throbbed, her panties so wet they stuck to her folds. “Guess I’m just too much for you,” she teased, her voice a sultry hint, giving Ashok a quick glance. His face flushed, hands shaking, his cuck eyes burning. He’d die to watch me with someone, she thought, her pussy dripping more.

In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over. “Nivi, you’re running this place,” Saritha said, her tone teasing but soft. “The men can’t even type straight.”

Lakshmi nodded, eyeing Nivi’s side profile, her ass. “You’re not just back. You’re owning it, girl.”

Nivi crossed her legs, her 38-inch ass shifting, the leggings tight as fuck. They see my power, she thought, my tits, my ass, making everyone want me. Her pussy was drenched, the heat spreading as she imagined the room’s eyes on her. “Just being me,” she said, her voice naughty, subtle. I want every cock hard, every eye on my curves, her mind roared, her clit pulsing so hard she had to squeeze her thighs. I’m a fucking queen here.

Ashok sat across, staring, his eyes locked on her hips. He’s imagining me fucked on a desk, she thought, his cock throbbing while he watches. Her nipples ached, her pussy dripping so much she worried it’d show. She leaned forward, letting her kurti slip up, showing more of her ass. Burn, Ashok, she thought, you’ll never touch. 

Mid-afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office. “Nivetha, need you for a client pitch,” he said, his voice calm but his eyes dark, raking her body. She walked in, hips swaying, her ass bouncing like a fucking tease. He’s staring at my 38-inch ass, her mind screamed, his cock’s hard, wanting to fuck me. Her pussy was so wet, she felt it drip down her thighs, her clit throbbing like crazy. She sat, crossing her legs, her kurti tight over her breasts, nipples hard and visible.

“You’re changing this place,” Raghavan said, leaning forward, his gaze on her chest, then her hips. “Everyone’s talking about you. You’ve got a spark.”

Nivi smiled, leaning closer, her breasts pushing out. “Just doing my work, sir,” she said, her voice soft, naughty. He wants to rip this kurti off, her mind roared, fuck my pussy, grab my ass. Her wetness soaked her leggings, her clit begging for a touch. “But I like keeping things lively,” she added, her eyes locked on his, a subtle tease.
His voice dropped, almost a growl. “Lively’s an understatement, Nivi. You’re setting fires everywhere.” His eyes lingered on her side view, her ass. He’d fuck me right here, she thought, his cock pounding my pussy, hands on my tits. Her pussy clenched, dripping so much she could smell her own arousal.

She stood, turning to give him the full back view, her ass bouncing. “Good to know I’m making an impact, sir,” she said, her voice a sultry hint, hips swaying as she walked out. I want him to jerk off thinking of me, her mind purred, his cock hard for my ass.

At home, Nivi helped the kids with dinner, but her mind was still burning. Ashwin, Dinesh, Ashok, Raghavan—they’re all aching for me, she thought, her hand brushing her thigh, close to her soaked pussy. Her mother-in-law watched, smiling softly. “You’re glowing, dear,” she said. “Work’s making you alive again. I lost my husband young, missed my chance to feel wanted. Don’t let yours pass. Be bold, Nivi.”

Nivi’s throat tightened. She knows I need this, she thought, to feel my tits, my ass, make men beg. “I’m trying,” she whispered, her pussy throbbing. Tomorrow, I’ll push harder, her mind roared, wear something tighter, make their cocks throb, their eyes beg. Her panties were soaked, her clit pulsing as she imagined the office on fire.

In bed, Anand snored, oblivious. Nivi’s fingers slipped under her nightie, finding her clit, wet and swollen. She rubbed fast, picturing Raghavan’s eyes, Ashok’s cuck stare, the gang’s hungry looks. I’m a fucking goddess, she thought, her pussy clenching as she came hard, cum dripping down her thighs, shaking. And I’m only getting hotter.


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[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 7: Commanding Eyes

Three weeks later, Nivi owned the office like it was her playground. Every step she took, every sway of her hips, turned heads and hushed voices. She wore a navy kurti, tight and thin, her nipples poking through when she breathed, leggings hugging her curves, her ass bouncing like a damn tease. 

They’re all addicted to me now, she thought, her pussy wet, soaking her panties as she walked in. Anand doesn’t give a fuck, but these men can’t stop staring. Her clit throbbed, dripping with every hungry glance, her body screaming for attention.

The office buzzed with her presence—whispers about her body, her confidence. I’m not his wife here, her mind roared. I’m a fucking queen, and they’re begging for me. She imagined bending over, letting them see her wet panties, making their cocks leak. Her nipples ached, hard against her bra, as she pictured them jerking off to her at night.

At the tea station, Ashwin, Dinesh, and Ashok waited, the air thick with heat. Ashwin grinned, eyes raking her curves. “Nivi, you’re making work impossible,” he said, voice light but naughty.

Dinesh leaned in, smirking. “Yeah, we’re just trying to survive you.” His gaze lingered, hungry but playful.
Nivi poured tea, turning so her ass stuck out, kurti riding up. “Survive? You boys need to keep up,” she teased, her tone subtle, wicked. 

Their cocks are hard, her mind purred, wanting to grab me, fuck me. Her pussy clenched, wetness smearing her thighs as she glanced at Ashok. His eyes were glued to her ass, face red, hands shaky. Cuck’s dying, she thought, picturing me fucked raw while he watches. Her clit pulsed, dripping more as she gave him a slow smile, making him squirm.

Ashok’s cup trembled, his cuck stare desperate. He’d cum just imagining me with someone, she thought, her pussy throbbing so hard she had to squeeze her thighs. She leaned forward, kurti slipping, showing more curve. Burn, Ashok.

In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi waved her over. “Nivi, you’re running this place,” Saritha said, her voice teasing, soft. “The men can’t even hold a pen straight.”

Lakshmi nodded, eyeing Nivi’s curves. “You’re not just back, girl. You’re owning it.”

Nivi sat, crossing her legs, ass shifting. They see my power, she thought, my body making everyone want me. Her pussy was drenched, clit aching as she imagined the room’s eyes on her. “Just having fun,” she said, voice naughty, indirect. I want every cock leaking, begging to lick my pussy, her mind roared, wetness dripping down her thighs. I’d make them kneel for it.

Ashok sat across, staring, his eyes on her hips. He’s imagining me fucked on a desk, she thought, his cock throbbing, helpless. Her nipples ached, pussy clenching. She leaned forward, kurti slipping, showing her curves. Suffer, Ashok.
That afternoon, Raghavan called her to his office. “Nivetha, need your input on this budget,” he said, voice calm but eyes dark, devouring her. 

She strutted in, hips swaying, ass bouncing. He’s staring, her mind screamed, his cock hard, wanting to fuck me. Her pussy dripped, clit throbbing as she sat, crossing her legs, kurti tight, nipples visible.

“You’re making this place alive,” Raghavan said, leaning closer, gaze on her chest. “Everyone’s talking about you.”
Nivi smiled, leaning in, breasts pushing out. “Just doing my job, sir,” she said, voice soft, naughty. He wants to rip this off, suck my tits, her mind roared, pussy soaked, wetness smearing her leggings. “But I like keeping things hot,” she added, eyes locked on his, a subtle tease.


His voice dropped. “Hot? You’re setting fires, Nivi.” His eyes lingered on her curves. He’d fuck me now, she thought, his cock pounding my pussy. Her pussy clenched, dripping so much she could smell her arousal.

She stood, turning for the back view, ass bouncing. “Good to know I’m making waves, sir,” she said, voice a sultry hint. I want him to jerk off to me, her mind purred, pussy throbbing as she walked out.

At home, Nivi cooked for the kids, but her mind was on fire. Ashwin, Dinesh, Ashok, Raghavan—they’re all desperate for me, she thought, hand brushing her thigh, close to her soaked pussy. Her mother-in-law smiled. “You’re glowing, dear. Work’s waking you up. I lost my husband young, missed my chance to shine. Don’t let yours go.”
Nivi’s throat tightened. She knows I need this, she thought, to feel wanted, to make men beg. “I’m trying,” she said, pussy throbbing. Tomorrow, I’ll push harder, her mind roared.

In bed, Anand snored, dead to her. Nivi’s fingers dove under her nightie, rubbing her clit, wet and swollen. She pictured Raghavan’s eyes, Ashok’s cuck stare, the gang’s hunger. I’m a fucking slut for this, she thought, pussy clenching as she came hard, cum gushing, shaking. And I’m only getting started.


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[nivithenaughty]

Chapter 8: Pushing Limits

Nivi stepped into the office, the familiar hum greeting her like an old friend. Weeks had passed since her return, and the place felt like hers now—every glance, every whisper a testament to her growing power. She wore a simple blue kurti, tight enough to show her curves, leggings hugging her ass as it bounced with each step. They're all hooked, she thought, her pussy wet, panties soaked from the morning's anticipation. Anand doesn't see me, but these men can't look away.

The connections she'd forged were real—the gang's banter felt like family, Raghavan's attention like a silent promise. Ashwin and Dinesh make me feel alive with their jokes, but their looks make my pussy throb, her mind roared, clit pulsing, wetness dripping. Ashok's quiet hunger connects us in that dark way—he'd watch me fucked and love it. Her nipples ached, hard against her bra, as she imagined their cocks straining for her.

At the tea station, the gang was waiting, the air thick with their shared energy. Ashwin grinned, eyes raking her curves. "Nivi, you're making mornings feel like a challenge," he said, voice playful, naughty.

Dinesh leaned in, smirking. "Yeah, we're just trying to stay focused." His gaze lingered, hungry but light.

Nivi poured tea, turning so her ass jutted out, kurti riding up. "Focused? Maybe you need a little push," she teased, tone subtle, wicked. Their cocks are hard, wanting to grab me, fuck me, her mind purred, pussy clenching, wetness smearing her thighs. She glanced at Ashok, his eyes locked on her ass, face red. Cuck's burning, picturing me pounded while he watches, she thought, clit throbbing. "Or maybe I'm too much for you," she added, her voice a sultry hint, making him flush. The laughter strengthened their bond, a sentiment of camaraderie that made her heart warm even as her body burned.

In the lunchroom, Saritha and Lakshmi pulled her close, the sisterhood a comforting anchor. "Nivi, you've got this place buzzing," Saritha said, tone light but admiring. "The men can't keep up."

Lakshmi nodded. "You're not just back—you're shining."

Nivi sat, crossing her legs, ass shifting. They see my strength, she thought, my body making me feel powerful, but their support makes me feel cared for. Her pussy was drenched, clit aching as she felt their approval, the emotional tie touching her deeply. "Just enjoying the flow," she said, voice light, naughty. I want every eye craving me, her mind roared, wetness dripping. The women's encouragement was a sentiment she cherished, a reminder of solidarity in her journey.

Ashok sat across, staring, his cuck eyes desperate. He's imagining me fucked hard, she thought, nipples aching. She leaned forward, kurti slipping, showing her curves. Suffer, Ashok, she thought, the connection with him a dark, thrilling secret that made her feel powerful.

That afternoon, Raghavan called her in. "Nivetha, need your input on this report," he said, voice steady but eyes dark, eating her up. She walked in, hips swaying, ass bouncing. He's staring, his cock hard for me, her mind screamed, pussy dripping. She sat, crossing her legs, kurti tight, nipples visible. The sentiment between them was building—his mentorship a emotional lifeline.

"You're doing great work," Raghavan said, leaning closer, gaze on her chest. "The team's alive because of you."
Nivi smiled, leaning in, breasts pushing out. "Just trying my best, sir," she said, voice soft, naughty. He wants to rip this off, suck my tits, her mind roared, pussy soaked. "But I like keeping things interesting," she added, eyes locked, a subtle tease. Their connection felt deeper, his respect touching her heart.

As they worked, the day's weight cracked her mask. Raghavan's eyes softened when he noticed her distraction. "Nivi, what's bothering you? You can tell me."

She hesitated, then the words spilled. "Sir, the past five years have been hard. Anand drinks too much, ignores me, focuses on bills but not on us. The kids are my world, but I feel so empty, like I'm disappearing."

Raghavan's face filled with empathy, the sentiment shifting to care. "Nivi, you deserve better. You're strong, bold—let me cheer you up." He stood, offering his hand. "Come with me." 

They left the office, Raghavan driving her to a nearby temple, the surprise catching her off guard. The air was thick with incense, chants echoing as they walked in. Raghavan stayed by her side, his presence a quiet support. "This place always calms me," he said, voice gentle. "Thought it might do the same for you."

Nivi felt a wave of emotion, her heart opening to him. He's seeing my pain, caring for me, she thought, tears pricking her eyes. The connection deepened, his kindness making her feel seen in a way no one else did. Her pussy still throbbed from the day's heat, but now it mixed with a tender warmth. He's not just wanting my body—he's wanting me.

As they left the temple, the sun setting, Nivi's heart felt lighter, the sentiment of their bond stronger than ever. This changes everything, she thought, the emotional pull making her vulnerable and excited.


.... To be continued ....

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[lakshana]

Nice Writing but you are repeating the same lines and phrases.