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Adultery Wife's Submission to husband's Enemy
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Thankyou all
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Meanwhile, in their apartment, Karthik was not a fool.
He had noticed the changes in Shailaja. She came home late twice with flushed cheeks. Small bite marks on her neck that she tried to hide with makeup. Her pussy was unusually wet and slippery some nights — almost as if another man’s cum was already inside her. When he fucked her ass, she moaned louder than usual, but her eyes looked distant, guilty.
He couldn’t trust his wife anymore.
That night, after dinner, Karthik watched her carefully as she washed dishes. Her ass looked tempting in the thin nightie, but his mind was sharp.
“Shailaja,” he called softly.
She turned, smiling nervously. “Yes?”
He pulled her close, hands on her waist. “You’ve been different lately. Are you hiding something from me? About Vikram?”
Her eyes flickered for half a second. “No, baby… I’m just scared of this revenge game. That’s all.”
Karthik didn’t believe her fully. He kissed her neck, then suddenly pushed her against the kitchen counter. He yanked her nightie up, found her already wet.
“You’re dripping,” he growled. “Thinking about him again?”
Before she could answer, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy roughly. Shailaja gasped.
“Karthik… slow…”
He didn’t. He finger-fucked her hard while biting her shoulder.
“You’re my wife. But if you even think of helping that bastard, I’ll make you regret it.”
Shailaja moaned, hips moving against his hand despite the fear. Karthik sensed her conflict and used it.
He bent her over the counter, pulled out his cock, and slammed into her pussy in one stroke.
“AAAAHHH!” she cried.
He fucked her hard — angry, possessive strokes. “Tell me you belong to me. Not him.”
“I belong to you… Karthik… AHHH… only you…”
But even as she screamed for him, Karthik’s mind was planning.
“She might betray me,” he thought while pounding her. “I can feel it. She still craves his cock. So I’ll test her. I’ll set a trap. Plant fake videos and passwords. If she steals them and gives to Vikram, I’ll know. Then I’ll punish her… and use it against him.”
He pulled out of her pussy and pushed into her pussy without warning.
Shailaja screamed louder: “No… not sudden… too rough… AAAAAHHH!”
Karthik fucked her cunt mercilessly, slapping her cheeks red.
“You will help me destroy him, won’t you?” he growled.
“Yes… yes… I will… AHHH! Fuck me harder… remind me I’m yours…”
He came deep in her , marking her. Afterward he held her tight, whispering sweet lies while his mind worked on the counter-plan.
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Karthik’s Trap
Karthik lay on his side in the dark bedroom, eyes half-open, breathing slow and steady like a sleeping man. Beside him, Shailaja’s soft body was warm under the thin sheet. Her back was to him. He could smell the faint scent of her skin mixed with the soap she had used earlier. His cock twitched once at the memory of how wet she had been the last few nights, but his mind stayed sharp.
He knew.
He had watched the small changes for days. The way her eyes flickered when he mentioned Vikram. The late returns. The bite marks she tried to cover. The way her pussy stayed unusually wet and slippery even when he had not touched her. She was still his wife, but something inside her had already shifted toward the enemy.
So he had prepared the trap carefully.
That afternoon, while Shailaja was in the kitchen, Karthik had burned a set of carefully edited fake videos and photos onto a blank CD and copied them onto a small black USB drive. The files looked real enough — Navya’s body, her screams, her mangalsutra swinging — but the faces and voices were slightly altered, the timestamps wrong, and the metadata planted with false trails. He placed the CD and USB loosely inside the unlocked drawer of his study table, right next to his personal laptop. On his second phone he left the old password that Shailaja had known for years. Everything was open, inviting, and deliberate.
If the items remained untouched, she was still loyal.
If they disappeared, the truth was confirmed.
He had also installed a tiny hidden camera high in the corner of the bedroom — a small black dot that recorded everything in high resolution and sent the feed to his private cloud. Another smaller camera watched the study table. Tonight he would finally know.
Around 1:40 a.m. Shailaja’s breathing changed. She waited another five minutes, then carefully slid out of bed. The sheet rustled softly. Karthik kept his eyes closed and his breathing even, but every muscle in his body was alert.
Shailaja stood in the dark for a moment, heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her thin nightie clung to her breasts and hips. She was already wet — not only from fear, but from the dangerous thrill of what she was about to do. Vikram’s voice still echoed in her head from the last phone call: Good girl… bring me the originals… I will fuck you better than he ever could.
She padded barefoot out of the bedroom and into the study. The floor was cool under her feet. She switched on the small desk lamp, keeping the light low. Her hands trembled as she opened the unlocked drawer.
There they were. Exactly as she had hoped.
A black USB drive and a silver CD in a clear case. Next to them, Karthik’s second phone.
Shailaja’s breath came faster. She picked up the USB first, turning it over in her fingers. Then the CD. She could almost feel Vikram’s thick cock already rewarding her for this. Her nipples hardened under the nightie. She slipped both items into the pocket of the nightie and reached for the phone.
The old password still worked. She unlocked it quickly, found the hidden folder of videos and photos, and began transferring everything to a small cloud link she had prepared for Vikram. Her fingers moved fast, but her thighs pressed together. The risk of getting caught made her pussy throb.
She did not notice the tiny camera watching from the ceiling.
Karthik watched the live feed on his own phone under the pillow. His face stayed calm, but his cock was fully hard now. He saw every movement — the way Shailaja’s breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric, the way her nightie rode up when she bent over the desk, the flash of her bare ass and the dark shadow between her thighs. She was stealing from him for another man, and the sight of her betrayal was both painful and darkly arousing.
Shailaja finished the transfer. She deleted the local copies carefully, closed the drawer, and stood still for a moment, breathing hard. Then she slipped the USB and CD into a small pouch she had prepared and hid them inside her handbag in the cupboard.
When she returned to the bedroom, her heart was still racing. She carefully slid back under the sheet, trying to match Karthik’s breathing.....
Karthik waited another ten minutes. Then he rolled over and pressed his hard cock against her soft ass.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
Shailaja froze. “I… I just went for water.”
He did not answer with words. His hand slid under her nightie, found her already soaked pussy, and pushed two fingers deep inside without warning.
“You’re dripping,” he growled against her ear. “Why is my wife so wet in the middle of the night?”
Shailaja gasped. “Karthik… please…”
He pulled her nightie up to her waist, spread her legs, and entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out softly, face buried in the pillow.
He fucked her with slow, deep, angry strokes while the hidden camera recorded everything. His hand reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. And both slept... He knows everything but he pretend to not known nothing.......
Karthik’s New Weapon
The morning after the midnight theft, Karthik woke early. Shailaja was still asleep beside him, her nightie half-pushed up from the rough fucking he had given her. Cum had dried on her inner thighs. He stared at her peaceful face for a long moment, then quietly got out of bed.
In the study he checked the hidden camera footage again. Clear as day — Shailaja in her thin nightie, breasts swaying as she bent over the desk, taking the USB and CD, transferring the files from his phone. She had walked straight into the trap. The fakes were now with her, ready to be delivered to Vikram.
Karthik smiled coldly. The first part of his plan was complete.
He opened a new encrypted folder on his laptop. Inside were the real reports from the professional spy he had hired two weeks earlier — a quiet, expensive man who specialised in following high-profile people and their families. Karthik had paid a heavy amount for continuous updates. Until recently he had known almost nothing about Vikram’s private life. Now he knew everything.
The latest report had arrived at 5:12 a.m.
Karthik read it slowly, heart beating faster with every line.
Vikram’s wife – Swetha Reddy.
Age: 34.
Height: 5'6".
Fair, elegant face, long black hair, sharp eyes, full lips.
Body: slim waist, heavy breasts, long legs.
She has been living in Dubai for the last eight months looking after their family business — export of textiles and jewellery.
She is flying back to mumbai tonight. Flight lands tomorrow morning at 7:40 a.m.
She will stay at their Jubilee Hills villa for three weeks.
Her husband Vikram has not told her about the recent troubles with Karthik. She still believes everything is normal.
Karthik leaned back in his chair and laughed quietly — a low, satisfied sound.
“How fortunate I am,” he whispered to himself. “First his sister Navya… now his wife Swetha is coming home. The gods are smiling on my revenge.”
He opened a separate folder the spy had sent — photographs of Swetha. Recent ones taken at Dubai airport, at a business lunch, walking in a mall. She was stunning. In one photo she wore a cream silk saree that hugged her curves. In another she was in a black formal dress that showed the soft swell of her breasts and the elegant line of her neck. Her face had a quiet, aristocratic beauty — the kind that made men stare.
Karthik’s cock hardened as he stared at the pictures.
He began planning immediately........
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Meanwhile, in their apartment, Karthik was not a fool.
He had noticed the changes in Shailaja. She came home late twice with flushed cheeks. Small bite marks on her neck that she tried to hide with makeup. Her pussy was unusually wet and slippery some nights — almost as if another man’s cum was already inside her. When he fucked her ass, she moaned louder than usual, but her eyes looked distant, guilty.
He couldn’t trust his wife anymore.
That night, after dinner, Karthik watched her carefully as she washed dishes. Her ass looked tempting in the thin nightie, but his mind was sharp.
“Shailaja,” he called softly.
She turned, smiling nervously. “Yes?”
He pulled her close, hands on her waist. “You’ve been different lately. Are you hiding something from me? About Vikram?”
Her eyes flickered for half a second. “No, baby… I’m just scared of this revenge game. That’s all.”
Karthik didn’t believe her fully. He kissed her neck, then suddenly pushed her against the kitchen counter. He yanked her nightie up, found her already wet.
“You’re dripping,” he growled. “Thinking about him again?”
Before she could answer, he pushed two fingers inside her pussy roughly. Shailaja gasped.
“Karthik… slow…”
He didn’t. He finger-fucked her hard while biting her shoulder.
“You’re my wife. But if you even think of helping that bastard, I’ll make you regret it.”
Shailaja moaned, hips moving against his hand despite the fear. Karthik sensed her conflict and used it.
He bent her over the counter, pulled out his cock, and slammed into her pussy in one stroke.
“AAAAHHH!” she cried.
He fucked her hard — angry, possessive strokes. “Tell me you belong to me. Not him.”
“I belong to you… Karthik… AHHH… only you…”
But even as she screamed for him, Karthik’s mind was planning.
“She might betray me,” he thought while pounding her. “I can feel it. She still craves his cock. So I’ll test her. I’ll set a trap. Plant fake videos and passwords. If she steals them and gives to Vikram, I’ll know. Then I’ll punish her… and use it against him.”
He pulled out of her pussy and pushed into her pussy without warning.
Shailaja screamed louder: “No… not sudden… too rough… AAAAAHHH!”
Karthik fucked her cunt mercilessly, slapping her cheeks red.
“You will help me destroy him, won’t you?” he growled.
“Yes… yes… I will… AHHH! Fuck me harder… remind me I’m yours…”
He came deep in her , marking her. Afterward he held her tight, whispering sweet lies while his mind worked on the counter-plan.
Karthik’s Trap
Karthik lay on his side in the dark bedroom, eyes half-open, breathing slow and steady like a sleeping man. Beside him, Shailaja’s soft body was warm under the thin sheet. Her back was to him. He could smell the faint scent of her skin mixed with the soap she had used earlier. His cock twitched once at the memory of how wet she had been the last few nights, but his mind stayed sharp.
He knew.
He had watched the small changes for days. The way her eyes flickered when he mentioned Vikram. The late returns. The bite marks she tried to cover. The way her pussy stayed unusually wet and slippery even when he had not touched her. She was still his wife, but something inside her had already shifted toward the enemy.
So he had prepared the trap carefully.
That afternoon, while Shailaja was in the kitchen, Karthik had burned a set of carefully edited fake videos and photos onto a blank CD and copied them onto a small black USB drive. The files looked real enough — Navya’s body, her screams, her mangalsutra swinging — but the faces and voices were slightly altered, the timestamps wrong, and the metadata planted with false trails. He placed the CD and USB loosely inside the unlocked drawer of his study table, right next to his personal laptop. On his second phone he left the old password that Shailaja had known for years. Everything was open, inviting, and deliberate.
If the items remained untouched, she was still loyal.
If they disappeared, the truth was confirmed.
He had also installed a tiny hidden camera high in the corner of the bedroom — a small black dot that recorded everything in high resolution and sent the feed to his private cloud. Another smaller camera watched the study table. Tonight he would finally know.
Around 1:40 a.m. Shailaja’s breathing changed. She waited another five minutes, then carefully slid out of bed. The sheet rustled softly. Karthik kept his eyes closed and his breathing even, but every muscle in his body was alert.
Shailaja stood in the dark for a moment, heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her thin nightie clung to her breasts and hips. She was already wet — not only from fear, but from the dangerous thrill of what she was about to do. Vikram’s voice still echoed in her head from the last phone call: Good girl… bring me the originals… I will fuck you better than he ever could.
She padded barefoot out of the bedroom and into the study. The floor was cool under her feet. She switched on the small desk lamp, keeping the light low. Her hands trembled as she opened the unlocked drawer.
There they were. Exactly as she had hoped.
A black USB drive and a silver CD in a clear case. Next to them, Karthik’s second phone.
Shailaja’s breath came faster. She picked up the USB first, turning it over in her fingers. Then the CD. She could almost feel Vikram’s thick cock already rewarding her for this. Her nipples hardened under the nightie. She slipped both items into the pocket of the nightie and reached for the phone.
The old password still worked. She unlocked it quickly, found the hidden folder of videos and photos, and began transferring everything to a small cloud link she had prepared for Vikram. Her fingers moved fast, but her thighs pressed together. The risk of getting caught made her pussy throb.
She did not notice the tiny camera watching from the ceiling.
Karthik watched the live feed on his own phone under the pillow. His face stayed calm, but his cock was fully hard now. He saw every movement — the way Shailaja’s breasts rose and fell under the thin fabric, the way her nightie rode up when she bent over the desk, the flash of her bare ass and the dark shadow between her thighs. She was stealing from him for another man, and the sight of her betrayal was both painful and darkly arousing.
Shailaja finished the transfer. She deleted the local copies carefully, closed the drawer, and stood still for a moment, breathing hard. Then she slipped the USB and CD into a small pouch she had prepared and hid them inside her handbag in the cupboard.
When she returned to the bedroom, her heart was still racing. She carefully slid back under the sheet, trying to match Karthik’s breathing.....
Karthik waited another ten minutes. Then he rolled over and pressed his hard cock against her soft ass.
“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
Shailaja froze. “I… I just went for water.”
He did not answer with words. His hand slid under her nightie, found her already soaked pussy, and pushed two fingers deep inside without warning.
“You’re dripping,” he growled against her ear. “Why is my wife so wet in the middle of the night?”
Shailaja gasped. “Karthik… please…”
He pulled her nightie up to her waist, spread her legs, and entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out softly, face buried in the pillow.
He fucked her with slow, deep, angry strokes while the hidden camera recorded everything. His hand reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. And both slept... He knows everything but he pretend to not known nothing.......
Karthik’s New Weapon
The morning after the midnight theft, Karthik woke early. Shailaja was still asleep beside him, her nightie half-pushed up from the rough fucking he had given her. Cum had dried on her inner thighs. He stared at her peaceful face for a long moment, then quietly got out of bed.
In the study he checked the hidden camera footage again. Clear as day — Shailaja in her thin nightie, breasts swaying as she bent over the desk, taking the USB and CD, transferring the files from his phone. She had walked straight into the trap. The fakes were now with her, ready to be delivered to Vikram.
Karthik smiled coldly. The first part of his plan was complete.
He opened a new encrypted folder on his laptop. Inside were the real reports from the professional spy he had hired two weeks earlier — a quiet, expensive man who specialised in following high-profile people and their families. Karthik had paid a heavy amount for continuous updates. Until recently he had known almost nothing about Vikram’s private life. Now he knew everything.
The latest report had arrived at 5:12 a.m.
Karthik read it slowly, heart beating faster with every line.
Vikram’s wife – Swetha Reddy.
Age: 34.
Height: 5'6".
Fair, elegant face, long black hair, sharp eyes, full lips.
Body: slim waist, heavy breasts, long legs.
She has been living in Dubai for the last eight months looking after their family business — export of textiles and jewellery.
She is flying back to mumbai tonight. Flight lands tomorrow morning at 7:40 a.m.
She will stay at their Jubilee Hills villa for three weeks.
Her husband Vikram has not told her about the recent troubles with Karthik. She still believes everything is normal.
Karthik leaned back in his chair and laughed quietly — a low, satisfied sound.
“How fortunate I am,” he whispered to himself. “First his sister Navya… now his wife Swetha is coming home. The gods are smiling on my revenge.”
He opened a separate folder the spy had sent — photographs of Swetha. Recent ones taken at Dubai airport, at a business lunch, walking in a mall. She was stunning. In one photo she wore a cream silk saree that hugged her curves. In another she was in a black formal dress that showed the soft swell of her breasts and the elegant line of her neck. Her face had a quiet, aristocratic beauty — the kind that made men stare.
Karthik’s cock hardened as he stared at the pictures.
He began planning immediately........
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26-07-2026, 10:32 AM
(25-07-2026, 04:12 PM)Mahesh12345 Wrote:Simply superb first I pity about karthik because his wife betray him for vikram but Karthik know her plan
I like this update i eagerly waiting for next update also
Here afterwards I strongly decides to read this story completely
Previously I want to skip this story but here afterwards I don't want to skip I want to read every update
I am waiting for next update
Thankyou bro
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The morning light filtered through the curtains. Shailaja sat on the edge of the bed, still naked under the thin sheet, her body marked with faint red fingerprints from last night’s rough fucking. Between her legs she could still feel the sticky reminder of her husband’s cum. But her mind was far away.
The small black USB drive and the silver CD sat hidden inside her handbag in the cupboard. Fake or real, she did not know. All she knew was that Vikram was waiting for them. Every time she closed her eyes she heard his deep voice on the phone: Good girl… bring me the originals… I will fuck you better than he ever could.
She needed a chance. A long window of time when Karthik would be out of the house. Then she could call Vikram, meet him in the parking lot or a hotel, hand over the files, and receive her reward on the back seat of his Mercedes — ice on her clit, his thick 10-inch cock stretching her ass, his voice calling her “my married slut.”
She was still lost in that fantasy when Karthik walked into the bedroom, already dressed in a crisp black shirt and jeans.
“Shailaja,” he said casually, “I have an important purpose today. I’m going out. I will come late… maybe after 10 or 11 at night. Don’t wait for dinner.”
A soft glow appeared on her face before she could hide it. Her heart leapt. Perfect. The opportunity she had been waiting for.
She kept her voice sweet and concerned. “Okay, baby. Be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
Karthik leaned down, kissed her forehead, and squeezed her bare breast one last time. “Be a good wife,” he murmured. Then he left.
The moment the main door closed, Shailaja jumped up. She opened her secret phone and typed a quick message to Vikram:
Today is free. He is going out late. I have the files. Tell me where and when.
She waited, thighs already pressing together with excitement.
Meanwhile, Karthik drove out of the society and dialled Navya’s number.
“Hey, sweety… where are you?”
Navya’s soft voice came through. “Just reached home from college… why?”
“Shall we meet? I have a surprise for you.”
There was a short pause, then a shy, eager reply. “Yes… okay.”
“Come to the private service apartment on Road No. Farm house. I’ll message the exact gate code. Don’t tell anyone. Wear something sexy for me.”
“I’ll be there in forty minutes,” Navya whispered.
Karthik ended the call and immediately dialled the spy.
“Come to farm house Road No s, service apartment 4B. Urgent. Wait outside in your car. I need real-time updates on Swetha’s movements the moment she lands tomorrow, and I may need you to follow someone else tonight. Keep your camera ready.”
The spy simply answered, “Understood. On my way.”
Shailaja’s heart was racing as the taxi stopped outside Vikram’s luxurious villa in Jubilee Hills. She wore a simple cream saree with a thin gold border — modest from the outside, but underneath she had chosen carefully: a red lace bra that barely contained her 36-size heavy breasts, matching red lace panty, and nothing else. The small pouch containing the USB and CD was clutched tightly in her hand.
She rang the bell.
Vikram opened the door within seconds. He was barefoot, wearing only black lounge pants that hung low on his hips. His bare chest and strong arms looked even more powerful under the soft villa lights. The moment he saw her, a dark, satisfied smile spread across his face.
“Come in, my good girl,” he said in a low, warm voice, stepping aside.
Shailaja walked in. The moment the heavy door closed, Vikram’s eyes dropped to the pouch in her hand.
“You brought them?”
She nodded, a little breathless. “I took the total original evidences… everything from his laptop, phone, and the hidden files. USB and CD. All of it.”
She held the pouch out. Vikram took it slowly, almost reverently. He opened it, looked at the USB and the silver CD, and a deep, victorious laugh rolled from his chest.
“Perfect… perfect, my loyal slut.” He cupped her cheek with one large hand. “You have no idea how happy this makes me. Now I can destroy that bastard completely… and reward you the way you deserve.”
He did not know the files were carefully planted fakes. Neither did she.
Vikram took her hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed her palm slowly, then the inside of her wrist. The soft, intimate gesture made Shailaja’s knees weak. Then, without warning, he bent down, slid one strong arm under her knees and the other around her back, and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing.
Shailaja gasped and automatically wrapped her arms around his neck. His bare chest was warm and hard against her side. He carried her straight into the master bedroom — a vast room with a massive king-size bed covered in black silk sheets.
He laid her down gently in the centre of the bed.
For a moment he just stood there looking at her, eyes dark with hunger.
Then he began.
His fingers found the edge of her cream saree. Slowly, almost teasingly, he unwrapped the heavy silk from her body. Fold after fold slid away until the entire saree lay in a soft pile on the floor. She was left in only her petticoat and blouse.
Vikram climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of her hips. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right on her deep navel. Then another. Then he opened his mouth and began licking the soft skin of her tummy in slow, wet circles.
“Aahh… Vikram…” Shailaja moaned, her back arching slightly.
His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling, sucking gently. He licked lower, just above the waistband of the petticoat, then higher again, leaving shiny trails of saliva across her soft belly. One of his large hands slid up and cupped her breast over the blouse, squeezing the heavy flesh.
“You smell so good,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
He kissed and licked her tummy for long minutes until Shailaja was squirming, soft moans spilling from her lips. Only then did his fingers move to the hooks of her blouse.
One by one, the small hooks opened. He peeled the blouse open slowly, revealing the bright red lace bra underneath. The cups were already strained by her 36-size full breasts. The dark outlines of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin lace.
Vikram’s eyes darkened further.
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“Fuck… look at these,” he growled. He ran both hands over the lace-covered mounds, squeezing, lifting, pressing them together. “So heavy… so soft… perfect for my hands and my mouth.”
He leaned down and kissed the deep valley between her breasts, then licked along the upper edge of the lace. Shailaja’s breathing grew faster. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders.
Vikram reached behind her, unhooked the red bra with one practised movement, and slowly pulled the straps down her arms. The moment the bra left her body, her heavy breasts spilled free — full, round, with dark, already hard nipples.
He stared for a second, then groaned and buried his face between them. He kissed, licked, and sucked the soft flesh, moving from one breast to the other. He took one thick nipple into his mouth and sucked hard while his fingers pinched and rolled the other.
“AAAAHHH… Vikram… yes…” Shailaja cried out, her back arching off the bed.
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He untied the petticoat string and pulled the fabric down her legs along with the red lace panty in one smooth motion. Now she was completely naked on the black silk sheets, mangalsutra still resting between her heaving breasts.
Vikram stood up just long enough to push his lounge pants down. His thick, 10-inch cock sprang free — already hard, veined, and leaking at the tip.
He climbed back between her spread thighs, rubbed the heavy head of his cock up and down her wet slit, then slowly pushed inside.
“AAAAAHHHHH…” Shailaja’s long moan filled the bedroom as he stretched her open inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
Vikram began to fuck her with deep, powerful strokes, the king-size bed creaking under them. He leaned down and kissed her open mouth while his hips worked steadily.
“You brought me the proofs,” he growled against her lips. “Now take your reward… every thick inch… while I plan how to destroy your husband with the files you gave me.”
Shailaja wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned louder, completely lost in the pleasure, still believing she had handed him the real weapons of revenge.
The morning light filtered through the curtains. Shailaja sat on the edge of the bed, still naked under the thin sheet, her body marked with faint red fingerprints from last night’s rough fucking. Between her legs she could still feel the sticky reminder of her husband’s cum. But her mind was far away.
The small black USB drive and the silver CD sat hidden inside her handbag in the cupboard. Fake or real, she did not know. All she knew was that Vikram was waiting for them. Every time she closed her eyes she heard his deep voice on the phone: Good girl… bring me the originals… I will fuck you better than he ever could.
She needed a chance. A long window of time when Karthik would be out of the house. Then she could call Vikram, meet him in the parking lot or a hotel, hand over the files, and receive her reward on the back seat of his Mercedes — ice on her clit, his thick 10-inch cock stretching her ass, his voice calling her “my married slut.”
She was still lost in that fantasy when Karthik walked into the bedroom, already dressed in a crisp black shirt and jeans.
“Shailaja,” he said casually, “I have an important purpose today. I’m going out. I will come late… maybe after 10 or 11 at night. Don’t wait for dinner.”
A soft glow appeared on her face before she could hide it. Her heart leapt. Perfect. The opportunity she had been waiting for.
She kept her voice sweet and concerned. “Okay, baby. Be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
Karthik leaned down, kissed her forehead, and squeezed her bare breast one last time. “Be a good wife,” he murmured. Then he left.
The moment the main door closed, Shailaja jumped up. She opened her secret phone and typed a quick message to Vikram:
Today is free. He is going out late. I have the files. Tell me where and when.
She waited, thighs already pressing together with excitement.
Meanwhile, Karthik drove out of the society and dialled Navya’s number.
“Hey, sweety… where are you?”
Navya’s soft voice came through. “Just reached home from college… why?”
“Shall we meet? I have a surprise for you.”
There was a short pause, then a shy, eager reply. “Yes… okay.”
“Come to the private service apartment on Road No. Farm house. I’ll message the exact gate code. Don’t tell anyone. Wear something sexy for me.”
“I’ll be there in forty minutes,” Navya whispered.
Karthik ended the call and immediately dialled the spy.
“Come to farm house Road No s, service apartment 4B. Urgent. Wait outside in your car. I need real-time updates on Swetha’s movements the moment she lands tomorrow, and I may need you to follow someone else tonight. Keep your camera ready.”
The spy simply answered, “Understood. On my way.”
Shailaja’s heart was racing as the taxi stopped outside Vikram’s luxurious villa in Jubilee Hills. She wore a simple cream saree with a thin gold border — modest from the outside, but underneath she had chosen carefully: a red lace bra that barely contained her 36-size heavy breasts, matching red lace panty, and nothing else. The small pouch containing the USB and CD was clutched tightly in her hand.
She rang the bell.
Vikram opened the door within seconds. He was barefoot, wearing only black lounge pants that hung low on his hips. His bare chest and strong arms looked even more powerful under the soft villa lights. The moment he saw her, a dark, satisfied smile spread across his face.
“Come in, my good girl,” he said in a low, warm voice, stepping aside.
Shailaja walked in. The moment the heavy door closed, Vikram’s eyes dropped to the pouch in her hand.
“You brought them?”
She nodded, a little breathless. “I took the total original evidences… everything from his laptop, phone, and the hidden files. USB and CD. All of it.”
She held the pouch out. Vikram took it slowly, almost reverently. He opened it, looked at the USB and the silver CD, and a deep, victorious laugh rolled from his chest.
“Perfect… perfect, my loyal slut.” He cupped her cheek with one large hand. “You have no idea how happy this makes me. Now I can destroy that bastard completely… and reward you the way you deserve.”
He did not know the files were carefully planted fakes. Neither did she.
Vikram took her hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed her palm slowly, then the inside of her wrist. The soft, intimate gesture made Shailaja’s knees weak. Then, without warning, he bent down, slid one strong arm under her knees and the other around her back, and lifted her off the floor as if she weighed nothing.
Shailaja gasped and automatically wrapped her arms around his neck. His bare chest was warm and hard against her side. He carried her straight into the master bedroom — a vast room with a massive king-size bed covered in black silk sheets.
He laid her down gently in the centre of the bed.
For a moment he just stood there looking at her, eyes dark with hunger.
Then he began.
His fingers found the edge of her cream saree. Slowly, almost teasingly, he unwrapped the heavy silk from her body. Fold after fold slid away until the entire saree lay in a soft pile on the floor. She was left in only her petticoat and blouse.
Vikram climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of her hips. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right on her deep navel. Then another. Then he opened his mouth and began licking the soft skin of her tummy in slow, wet circles.
“Aahh… Vikram…” Shailaja moaned, her back arching slightly.
His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling, sucking gently. He licked lower, just above the waistband of the petticoat, then higher again, leaving shiny trails of saliva across her soft belly. One of his large hands slid up and cupped her breast over the blouse, squeezing the heavy flesh.
“You smell so good,” he murmured against her skin. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
He kissed and licked her tummy for long minutes until Shailaja was squirming, soft moans spilling from her lips. Only then did his fingers move to the hooks of her blouse.
One by one, the small hooks opened. He peeled the blouse open slowly, revealing the bright red lace bra underneath. The cups were already strained by her 36-size full breasts. The dark outlines of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin lace.
Vikram’s eyes darkened further.
“Fuck… look at these,” he growled. He ran both hands over the lace-covered mounds, squeezing, lifting, pressing them together. “So heavy… so soft… perfect for my hands and my mouth.”
He leaned down and kissed the deep valley between her breasts, then licked along the upper edge of the lace. Shailaja’s breathing grew faster. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders.
Vikram reached behind her, unhooked the red bra with one practised movement, and slowly pulled the straps down her arms. The moment the bra left her body, her heavy breasts spilled free — full, round, with dark, already hard nipples.
He stared for a second, then groaned and buried his face between them. He kissed, licked, and sucked the soft flesh, moving from one breast to the other. He took one thick nipple into his mouth and sucked hard while his fingers pinched and rolled the other.
“AAAAHHH… Vikram… yes…” Shailaja cried out, her back arching off the bed.
He untied the petticoat string and pulled the fabric down her legs along with the red lace panty in one smooth motion. Now she was completely naked on the black silk sheets, mangalsutra still resting between her heaving breasts.
Vikram stood up just long enough to push his lounge pants down. His thick, 10-inch cock sprang free — already hard, veined, and leaking at the tip.
He climbed back between her spread thighs, rubbed the heavy head of his cock up and down her wet slit, then slowly pushed inside.
“AAAAAHHHHH…” Shailaja’s long moan filled the bedroom as he stretched her open inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
Vikram began to fuck her with deep, powerful strokes, the king-size bed creaking under them. He leaned down and kissed her open mouth while his hips worked steadily.
“You brought me the proofs,” he growled against her lips. “Now take your reward… every thick inch… while I plan how to destroy your husband with the files you gave me.”
Shailaja wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned louder, completely lost in the pleasure, still believing she had handed him the real weapons of revenge.
27-07-2026, 10:14 PM
Vikram stayed buried deep inside Shailaja for a long moment, letting her feel every thick inch of his 10-inch cock stretching her walls. Her heavy 36-size breasts rose and fell rapidly under him. The red lace bra and cream saree lay discarded on the floor. Only her mangalsutra remained, resting between those soft, bouncing mounds.
He began to move.
Slow, deep strokes at first. He pulled almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her, then pushed back in with controlled power. Each thrust made her full breasts jiggle. Shailaja’s soft moans quickly grew louder.
“AAAAHHH… Vikram… so deep… you’re filling me completely…”
He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her legs high and wide, folding her almost in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper. The head of his cock kissed her cervix with every stroke.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Shailaja cried out, her voice rising. “Too deep… Vikram… it’s hitting something… AHHH!”
He fucked her in that folded position for long minutes, watching her face twist with pleasure and overwhelm. Her moans turned into continuous heavy cries. Tears of intensity gathered at the corners of her eyes. He leaned down and sucked one dark nipple hard while pounding her.
When her first orgasm hit, her whole body shook. Her pussy clenched tightly around him and a loud, broken scream tore from her throat:
“I’m cumming… Vikram… AAAAAAHHHHH!”
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He did not stop. He kept thrusting through her climax until she was whimpering and oversensitive. Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, face down on the silk sheets — the classic doggy position.
He entered her from behind in one hard thrust.
“AAAAAHHHH!” she screamed into the pillow.
The new angle was even more intense. His thick cock dragged along her front wall with every stroke. He gripped her soft hips tightly and began fucking her with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the large bedroom. Her heavy breasts swung freely beneath her, the mangalsutra swinging with them.
“Look how your married body takes me,” Vikram growled, spanning one of her ass cheeks. “Your husband thinks he owns this pussy… but tonight it belongs to me.”
Shailaja’s cries grew louder and more desperate.
“Yes… take it… fuck me harder… AAAAAHHH… Vikram… your cock is so thick… I can feel every vein…”
He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles while pounding her. Within minutes she came again — a long, wailing orgasm that made her arms collapse. She fell flat on the bed while he continued fucking her from behind, his cock still buried deep.
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After that climax he pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pulled her on top of him.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
Shailaja straddled his hips, took his thick shaft in her hand, and slowly sank down onto it. Both of them groaned as she took him to the root. She began to bounce — first slowly, then faster. Her heavy 36-size breasts bounced and jiggled wildly in front of his face. Vikram reached up and squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples, watching them move.
“That’s it… bounce on my cock… show me how much you needed this…”
Shailaja’s moans turned into continuous high cries. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and rode him harder. The wet sounds of their joining grew louder. He thrust up to meet her every time she came down, making the impact even stronger.
“AAAAAHHHHH… I’m going to cum again… Vikram… yes… yes… AAAAAHHH!”
She came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy pulsing around him. Before she could recover, Vikram sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and flipped their positions without pulling out. Now he was on top again, but this time in a deep missionary with her legs locked around his waist.
He fucked her with long, grinding strokes, rubbing his pelvis against her clit on every thrust. Shailaja’s cries became almost continuous.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop… fuck me… ruin me… AAAAAHHH!”
He changed the angle again, lifting one of her legs high over his shoulder. The deeper penetration made her scream louder than before. Her free hand clutched the black silk sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.
After several intense minutes in that position, Vikram pulled out, turned her onto her side, and entered her from behind in a spooning angle. One of his large hands reached around to hold both of her heavy breasts while the other rubbed her clit. He fucked her with steady, deep strokes, kissing and biting the back of her neck.
“You’re my secret whore now,” he whispered in her ear. “You brought me the proofs… now take every drop I’m going to give you.”
Shailaja could only moan and cry out, her body completely surrendered.
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He moved her once more — this time onto her back again, but with both legs pushed high and wide, almost touching the headboard. He knelt between them and drove down into her with powerful, almost punishing thrusts. The bed shook. Her breasts bounced heavily. Her cries filled the entire villa.
“AAAAAHHHHH… Vikram… it’s too much… I can’t… I’m cumming again… AAAAAAHHHHH!”
Her third major orgasm was the strongest yet. Her back arched off the bed, her mouth opened in a silent scream that turned into a long, broken wail, and her pussy gushed around his thick cock.
Only then did Vikram allow himself to finish. He buried himself to the hilt, groaned deeply, and flooded her with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse filled her until it began to leak out around his shaft.
He began to move.
Slow, deep strokes at first. He pulled almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her, then pushed back in with controlled power. Each thrust made her full breasts jiggle. Shailaja’s soft moans quickly grew louder.
“AAAAHHH… Vikram… so deep… you’re filling me completely…”
He hooked his arms under her knees and pushed her legs high and wide, folding her almost in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper. The head of his cock kissed her cervix with every stroke.
“AAAAAHHHHH!” Shailaja cried out, her voice rising. “Too deep… Vikram… it’s hitting something… AHHH!”
He fucked her in that folded position for long minutes, watching her face twist with pleasure and overwhelm. Her moans turned into continuous heavy cries. Tears of intensity gathered at the corners of her eyes. He leaned down and sucked one dark nipple hard while pounding her.
When her first orgasm hit, her whole body shook. Her pussy clenched tightly around him and a loud, broken scream tore from her throat:
“I’m cumming… Vikram… AAAAAAHHHHH!”
He did not stop. He kept thrusting through her climax until she was whimpering and oversensitive. Then he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees, face down on the silk sheets — the classic doggy position.
He entered her from behind in one hard thrust.
“AAAAAHHHH!” she screamed into the pillow.
The new angle was even more intense. His thick cock dragged along her front wall with every stroke. He gripped her soft hips tightly and began fucking her with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the large bedroom. Her heavy breasts swung freely beneath her, the mangalsutra swinging with them.
“Look how your married body takes me,” Vikram growled, spanning one of her ass cheeks. “Your husband thinks he owns this pussy… but tonight it belongs to me.”
Shailaja’s cries grew louder and more desperate.
“Yes… take it… fuck me harder… AAAAAHHH… Vikram… your cock is so thick… I can feel every vein…”
He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles while pounding her. Within minutes she came again — a long, wailing orgasm that made her arms collapse. She fell flat on the bed while he continued fucking her from behind, his cock still buried deep.
After that climax he pulled out, rolled onto his back, and pulled her on top of him.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
Shailaja straddled his hips, took his thick shaft in her hand, and slowly sank down onto it. Both of them groaned as she took him to the root. She began to bounce — first slowly, then faster. Her heavy 36-size breasts bounced and jiggled wildly in front of his face. Vikram reached up and squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples, watching them move.
“That’s it… bounce on my cock… show me how much you needed this…”
Shailaja’s moans turned into continuous high cries. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and rode him harder. The wet sounds of their joining grew louder. He thrust up to meet her every time she came down, making the impact even stronger.
“AAAAAHHHHH… I’m going to cum again… Vikram… yes… yes… AAAAAHHH!”
She came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy pulsing around him. Before she could recover, Vikram sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and flipped their positions without pulling out. Now he was on top again, but this time in a deep missionary with her legs locked around his waist.
He fucked her with long, grinding strokes, rubbing his pelvis against her clit on every thrust. Shailaja’s cries became almost continuous.
“Don’t stop… please don’t stop… fuck me… ruin me… AAAAAHHH!”
He changed the angle again, lifting one of her legs high over his shoulder. The deeper penetration made her scream louder than before. Her free hand clutched the black silk sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.
After several intense minutes in that position, Vikram pulled out, turned her onto her side, and entered her from behind in a spooning angle. One of his large hands reached around to hold both of her heavy breasts while the other rubbed her clit. He fucked her with steady, deep strokes, kissing and biting the back of her neck.
“You’re my secret whore now,” he whispered in her ear. “You brought me the proofs… now take every drop I’m going to give you.”
Shailaja could only moan and cry out, her body completely surrendered.
He moved her once more — this time onto her back again, but with both legs pushed high and wide, almost touching the headboard. He knelt between them and drove down into her with powerful, almost punishing thrusts. The bed shook. Her breasts bounced heavily. Her cries filled the entire villa.
“AAAAAHHHHH… Vikram… it’s too much… I can’t… I’m cumming again… AAAAAAHHHHH!”
Her third major orgasm was the strongest yet. Her back arched off the bed, her mouth opened in a silent scream that turned into a long, broken wail, and her pussy gushed around his thick cock.
Only then did Vikram allow himself to finish. He buried himself to the hilt, groaned deeply, and flooded her with thick, hot ropes of cum. Pulse after pulse filled her until it began to leak out around his shaft.
27-07-2026, 10:19 PM
Karthik’s Playroom
The big farmhouse stood quiet on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by dark trees and open land. Karthik had rented it through his spy for the entire week. The spy had done his job perfectly. Inside one of the large bedrooms he had created a private play room.
Blackout curtains covered the windows. A wide king-size bed with black silk sheets stood in the centre. On a side table lay an open black bag filled with everything Karthik had ordered: soft black blindfolds, several vibrators of different sizes, leather handcuffs with soft lining, a small remote-controlled bullet vibe, nipple clamps, and a high-quality 4K camera already mounted on a silent tripod in the corner, recording everything the moment the red light turned on.
Karthik checked the camera one last time. The angle was perfect — it would capture the bed, the toys, and every expression on Navya’s face in crystal-clear 4K.
A soft knock came at the door.
He opened it.
Navya stood there in a short pink kurti and tight white leggings, her long hair open, cheeks already a little pink. She stepped inside. The moment the door closed, Karthik pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
“I love you, Navya,” he murmured against her lips.
She blushed hard, eyes dropping shyly. “Karthik… you say that every time…”
He smiled and kissed her again, slower this time, while his hands slid down to squeeze her soft ass.
“Jaan,” he said softly, leading her toward the play room, “today I will ask some questions. Important ones. Will you answer me honestly?”
Navya looked around the room. Her eyes widened when she saw the open bag of toys and big didlo in the corner, but the way Karthik was holding her made her nervous excitement stronger than fear.
“Sure… I will tell you whatever you want,” she whispered.
Karthik sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. He slowly pulled her kurti over her head. She was not wearing a bra. Her fair, full breasts came into view, nipples already tightening in the cool air. He leaned forward and kissed each one gently.
“Tell me about your brother’s wife… Swetha,” he said while licking one nipple. “Everything. Details.”
Navya’s breath hitched. “Why… why do you want to know about Bhabhi?”
Karthik sucked her nipple harder for a few seconds, then released it with a soft pop.
“Nothing, dear. I just heard she also does business. I’m curious about the family. That’s all. Now be a good girl and tell me.”
“Tell me about your brother’s wife… Swetha,” he said while licking one nipple. “Everything. Details.”
Navya’s breath hitched. “Why… why do you want to know about Bhabhi?”
Karthik sucked her nipple harder for a few seconds, then released it with a soft pop.
“Nothing, dear. I just heard she also does business. I’m curious about the family. That’s all. Now be a good girl and tell me.”
He pushed her gently onto her back, pulled her leggings and panty down in one motion, and spread her thighs. Her pussy was already glistening. He picked up a medium-sized pink vibrator, switched it on to a low hum, and slowly rubbed it along her wet slit.
“AAAAHHH…” Navya moaned, hips twitching.
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The big farmhouse stood quiet on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by dark trees and open land. Karthik had rented it through his spy for the entire week. The spy had done his job perfectly. Inside one of the large bedrooms he had created a private play room.
Blackout curtains covered the windows. A wide king-size bed with black silk sheets stood in the centre. On a side table lay an open black bag filled with everything Karthik had ordered: soft black blindfolds, several vibrators of different sizes, leather handcuffs with soft lining, a small remote-controlled bullet vibe, nipple clamps, and a high-quality 4K camera already mounted on a silent tripod in the corner, recording everything the moment the red light turned on.
Karthik checked the camera one last time. The angle was perfect — it would capture the bed, the toys, and every expression on Navya’s face in crystal-clear 4K.
A soft knock came at the door.
He opened it.
Navya stood there in a short pink kurti and tight white leggings, her long hair open, cheeks already a little pink. She stepped inside. The moment the door closed, Karthik pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply.
“I love you, Navya,” he murmured against her lips.
She blushed hard, eyes dropping shyly. “Karthik… you say that every time…”
He smiled and kissed her again, slower this time, while his hands slid down to squeeze her soft ass.
“Jaan,” he said softly, leading her toward the play room, “today I will ask some questions. Important ones. Will you answer me honestly?”
Navya looked around the room. Her eyes widened when she saw the open bag of toys and big didlo in the corner, but the way Karthik was holding her made her nervous excitement stronger than fear.
“Sure… I will tell you whatever you want,” she whispered.
Karthik sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt in front of her. He slowly pulled her kurti over her head. She was not wearing a bra. Her fair, full breasts came into view, nipples already tightening in the cool air. He leaned forward and kissed each one gently.
“Tell me about your brother’s wife… Swetha,” he said while licking one nipple. “Everything. Details.”
Navya’s breath hitched. “Why… why do you want to know about Bhabhi?”
Karthik sucked her nipple harder for a few seconds, then released it with a soft pop.
“Nothing, dear. I just heard she also does business. I’m curious about the family. That’s all. Now be a good girl and tell me.”
“Tell me about your brother’s wife… Swetha,” he said while licking one nipple. “Everything. Details.”
Navya’s breath hitched. “Why… why do you want to know about Bhabhi?”
Karthik sucked her nipple harder for a few seconds, then released it with a soft pop.
“Nothing, dear. I just heard she also does business. I’m curious about the family. That’s all. Now be a good girl and tell me.”
He pushed her gently onto her back, pulled her leggings and panty down in one motion, and spread her thighs. Her pussy was already glistening. He picked up a medium-sized pink vibrator, switched it on to a low hum, and slowly rubbed it along her wet slit.
“AAAAHHH…” Navya moaned, hips twitching.
27-07-2026, 10:24 PM
“Talk,” Karthik ordered softly, pressing the vibrating tip against her clit.
Navya’s voice came out shaky. “Swetha Bhabhi… she is 34… very beautiful… fair skin… long hair… she has a slim waist but her breasts are heavy… she always wears sarees when she is in India… AHHH… Karthik… the vibrator…”
He increased the speed a little and slid the vibrator an inch inside her.
“Continue.”
“She… she stays in Dubai most of the year for the textile business… she is strict with staff but soft-spoken… she likes early morning walks in the villa garden… she drinks only green tea… she is a light sleeper… AAAAAHHH!”
Karthik pushed the vibrator deeper and turned it to a stronger setting. Navya’s back arched.
“More details,” he said. “Her habits. Her weaknesses. Everything.”
Between heavy moans and trembling thighs, Navya kept talking.
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After organism given rest.....
Round 2 after 15 min.. He told...
Navya’s voice came out shaky. “Swetha Bhabhi… she is 34… very beautiful… fair skin… long hair… she has a slim waist but her breasts are heavy… she always wears sarees when she is in India… AHHH… Karthik… the vibrator…”
He increased the speed a little and slid the vibrator an inch inside her.
“Continue.”
“She… she stays in Dubai most of the year for the textile business… she is strict with staff but soft-spoken… she likes early morning walks in the villa garden… she drinks only green tea… she is a light sleeper… AAAAAHHH!”
Karthik pushed the vibrator deeper and turned it to a stronger setting. Navya’s back arched.
“More details,” he said. “Her habits. Her weaknesses. Everything.”
Between heavy moans and trembling thighs, Navya kept talking.
After organism given rest.....
Round 2 after 15 min.. He told...
27-07-2026, 10:31 PM
Round 2::::
Karthik smiled and picked up the thick black silk blindfold. He tied it carefully over her eyes, making sure she could see nothing. The sudden darkness made Navya shiver.
“Good girl. From now on you only feel… and answer.”
He guided her onto the bed and secured both wrists to the headboard with the soft leather handcuffs. She was now completely helpless — blind, restrained, naked from the waist up. Karthik pulled her leggings and panty down in one slow motion and spread her thighs wide. The spy adjusted his camera, zooming in on her glistening pussy.
Karthik took a medium pink vibrator, switched it on to a low hum, and began teasing her. He ran the vibrating tip slowly along her inner thighs, never quite touching her centre. Navya’s hips twitched.
“AAAAHHH… Karthik… please…”
“Tell me about your brother’s wife, Swetha,” he said calmly, still only teasing her thighs. “Everything. Details.”
Navya’s voice came out shaky. “Why do you want to know about Bhabhi?”
He pressed the vibrator lightly against her outer lips for two seconds, then pulled it away.
“Nothing, dear. I just heard she also does business. I’m curious. Now talk.”
He continued the slow torture — vibrating the tip over her clit for three seconds, then removing it, then circling her entrance without entering. Navya’s breathing turned into soft, frustrated moans.
“Swetha Bhabhi is 34… very beautiful… fair skin… long black hair… she has a slim waist but her breasts are heavy… she always wears sarees when she is in India… AHHH… please touch me properly…”
Karthik finally pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit and held it there while she spoke.
“AAAAAHHHH!”
“Continue,” he ordered.
“She stays in Dubai most of the year for the textile and jewellery business… she is strict with staff but soft-spoken at home… she likes early morning walks in the villa garden… she drinks only green tea… she is a light sleeper… AAAAAHHH… Karthik… it’s too much…”
He increased the vibration and slid the toy one inch inside her wet pussy, then stopped again.
Navya whimpered. “She feels lonely… Vikram is always busy with work… she complains to me that he doesn’t give her enough time or attention… she likes heavy gold jewellery, especially her mangalsutra… she never skips her evening puja… she is ticklish on her waist and under her arms… AHHHH…”
Karthik pulled the vibrator out completely. Navya cried out in frustration. He picked up the small remote-controlled bullet vibe, slipped it inside her pussy, and switched it on to a medium pulse. Then he attached soft nipple clamps to both of her stiff nipples. The dual sensation made her back arch hard.
“AAAAAHHHHH!”
“More details,” Karthik said, watching the spy capture every reaction from a side angle. “Her daily habits. Where she goes. What she likes.”
Between heavy moans and trembling thighs, Navya kept talking.
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“She is coming tomorrow morning… flight lands at 7:40 a.m.… she will stay at the Jubilee Hills villa for three weeks… she usually goes to the quiet coffee shop near the lake around 11 a.m.… she likes private, quiet places… she wears a jasmine-scented perfume… she showers twice a day… she hates loud parties… she prefers small private dinners… AAAAAHHH… the bullet is pulsing… I can’t think…”
Karthik increased the bullet to high and at the same time began licking her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue. Navya’s cries filled the room. The spy zoomed in on her blindfolded face and the wetness spreading on the sheets.
Just as she was about to cum, Karthik stopped everything — tongue, bullet, everything. Navya sobbed in pure frustration.
“Not yet, jaan. I need more.”
He removed the bullet, coated a larger, thicker vibrator with her juices, and slowly pushed it into her tight ass while his thumb rubbed her clit.
“AAAAAHHHHH! Karthik… my ass… it’s too big… burning…”
“Keep talking,” he ordered, fucking her ass slowly with the vibrator.
Navya’s voice broke between heavy cries and gasps.
“She still calls him only ‘Vikram’ even in private… never uses pet names… she is very clean and organised… she keeps a small diary of business notes… she is soft-hearted with family but firm in business… AHHHH… please… I need to cum…”
Karthik finally decided she had given enough. He left the vibrator buried deep in her ass on high speed, removed the nipple clamps, and replaced them with his mouth — sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other. At the same time he rubbed her clit rapidly with two fingers.
Navya exploded.
Her whole body convulsed against the handcuffs. A long, raw scream tore from her throat as she came hard, juices squirting onto Karthik’s hand and the black sheets. The spy captured every second in perfect 4K — her blindfolded face twisted in ecstasy, her breasts heaving, the vibrator still working in her ass, and the wet mess between her thighs.....
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“She is coming tomorrow morning… flight lands at 7:40 a.m.… she will stay at the Jubilee Hills villa for three weeks… she usually goes to the quiet coffee shop near the lake around 11 a.m.… she likes private, quiet places… she wears a jasmine-scented perfume… she showers twice a day… she hates loud parties… she prefers small private dinners… AAAAAHHH… the bullet is pulsing… I can’t think…”
Karthik increased the bullet to high and at the same time began licking her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue. Navya’s cries filled the room. The spy zoomed in on her blindfolded face and the wetness spreading on the sheets.
Just as she was about to cum, Karthik stopped everything — tongue, bullet, everything. Navya sobbed in pure frustration.
“Not yet, jaan. I need more.”
He removed the bullet, coated a larger, thicker vibrator with her juices, and slowly pushed it into her tight ass while his thumb rubbed her clit.
“AAAAAHHHHH! Karthik… my ass… it’s too big… burning…”
“Keep talking,” he ordered, fucking her ass slowly with the vibrator.
Navya’s voice broke between heavy cries and gasps.
“She still calls him only ‘Vikram’ even in private… never uses pet names… she is very clean and organised… she keeps a small diary of business notes… she is soft-hearted with family but firm in business… AHHHH… please… I need to cum…”
Karthik finally decided she had given enough. He left the vibrator buried deep in her ass on high speed, removed the nipple clamps, and replaced them with his mouth — sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other. At the same time he rubbed her clit rapidly with two fingers.
Navya exploded.
Her whole body convulsed against the handcuffs. A long, raw scream tore from her throat as she came hard, juices squirting onto Karthik’s hand and the black sheets. The spy captured every second in perfect 4K — her blindfolded face twisted in ecstasy, her breasts heaving, the vibrator still working in her ass, and the wet mess between her thighs.
Karthik smiled and picked up the thick black silk blindfold. He tied it carefully over her eyes, making sure she could see nothing. The sudden darkness made Navya shiver.
“Good girl. From now on you only feel… and answer.”
He guided her onto the bed and secured both wrists to the headboard with the soft leather handcuffs. She was now completely helpless — blind, restrained, naked from the waist up. Karthik pulled her leggings and panty down in one slow motion and spread her thighs wide. The spy adjusted his camera, zooming in on her glistening pussy.
Karthik took a medium pink vibrator, switched it on to a low hum, and began teasing her. He ran the vibrating tip slowly along her inner thighs, never quite touching her centre. Navya’s hips twitched.
“AAAAHHH… Karthik… please…”
“Tell me about your brother’s wife, Swetha,” he said calmly, still only teasing her thighs. “Everything. Details.”
Navya’s voice came out shaky. “Why do you want to know about Bhabhi?”
He pressed the vibrator lightly against her outer lips for two seconds, then pulled it away.
“Nothing, dear. I just heard she also does business. I’m curious. Now talk.”
He continued the slow torture — vibrating the tip over her clit for three seconds, then removing it, then circling her entrance without entering. Navya’s breathing turned into soft, frustrated moans.
“Swetha Bhabhi is 34… very beautiful… fair skin… long black hair… she has a slim waist but her breasts are heavy… she always wears sarees when she is in India… AHHH… please touch me properly…”
Karthik finally pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit and held it there while she spoke.
“AAAAAHHHH!”
“Continue,” he ordered.
“She stays in Dubai most of the year for the textile and jewellery business… she is strict with staff but soft-spoken at home… she likes early morning walks in the villa garden… she drinks only green tea… she is a light sleeper… AAAAAHHH… Karthik… it’s too much…”
He increased the vibration and slid the toy one inch inside her wet pussy, then stopped again.
Navya whimpered. “She feels lonely… Vikram is always busy with work… she complains to me that he doesn’t give her enough time or attention… she likes heavy gold jewellery, especially her mangalsutra… she never skips her evening puja… she is ticklish on her waist and under her arms… AHHHH…”
Karthik pulled the vibrator out completely. Navya cried out in frustration. He picked up the small remote-controlled bullet vibe, slipped it inside her pussy, and switched it on to a medium pulse. Then he attached soft nipple clamps to both of her stiff nipples. The dual sensation made her back arch hard.
“AAAAAHHHHH!”
“More details,” Karthik said, watching the spy capture every reaction from a side angle. “Her daily habits. Where she goes. What she likes.”
Between heavy moans and trembling thighs, Navya kept talking.
“She is coming tomorrow morning… flight lands at 7:40 a.m.… she will stay at the Jubilee Hills villa for three weeks… she usually goes to the quiet coffee shop near the lake around 11 a.m.… she likes private, quiet places… she wears a jasmine-scented perfume… she showers twice a day… she hates loud parties… she prefers small private dinners… AAAAAHHH… the bullet is pulsing… I can’t think…”
Karthik increased the bullet to high and at the same time began licking her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue. Navya’s cries filled the room. The spy zoomed in on her blindfolded face and the wetness spreading on the sheets.
Just as she was about to cum, Karthik stopped everything — tongue, bullet, everything. Navya sobbed in pure frustration.
“Not yet, jaan. I need more.”
He removed the bullet, coated a larger, thicker vibrator with her juices, and slowly pushed it into her tight ass while his thumb rubbed her clit.
“AAAAAHHHHH! Karthik… my ass… it’s too big… burning…”
“Keep talking,” he ordered, fucking her ass slowly with the vibrator.
Navya’s voice broke between heavy cries and gasps.
“She still calls him only ‘Vikram’ even in private… never uses pet names… she is very clean and organised… she keeps a small diary of business notes… she is soft-hearted with family but firm in business… AHHHH… please… I need to cum…”
Karthik finally decided she had given enough. He left the vibrator buried deep in her ass on high speed, removed the nipple clamps, and replaced them with his mouth — sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other. At the same time he rubbed her clit rapidly with two fingers.
Navya exploded.
Her whole body convulsed against the handcuffs. A long, raw scream tore from her throat as she came hard, juices squirting onto Karthik’s hand and the black sheets. The spy captured every second in perfect 4K — her blindfolded face twisted in ecstasy, her breasts heaving, the vibrator still working in her ass, and the wet mess between her thighs.....
“She is coming tomorrow morning… flight lands at 7:40 a.m.… she will stay at the Jubilee Hills villa for three weeks… she usually goes to the quiet coffee shop near the lake around 11 a.m.… she likes private, quiet places… she wears a jasmine-scented perfume… she showers twice a day… she hates loud parties… she prefers small private dinners… AAAAAHHH… the bullet is pulsing… I can’t think…”
Karthik increased the bullet to high and at the same time began licking her clit with long, slow strokes of his tongue. Navya’s cries filled the room. The spy zoomed in on her blindfolded face and the wetness spreading on the sheets.
Just as she was about to cum, Karthik stopped everything — tongue, bullet, everything. Navya sobbed in pure frustration.
“Not yet, jaan. I need more.”
He removed the bullet, coated a larger, thicker vibrator with her juices, and slowly pushed it into her tight ass while his thumb rubbed her clit.
“AAAAAHHHHH! Karthik… my ass… it’s too big… burning…”
“Keep talking,” he ordered, fucking her ass slowly with the vibrator.
Navya’s voice broke between heavy cries and gasps.
“She still calls him only ‘Vikram’ even in private… never uses pet names… she is very clean and organised… she keeps a small diary of business notes… she is soft-hearted with family but firm in business… AHHHH… please… I need to cum…”
Karthik finally decided she had given enough. He left the vibrator buried deep in her ass on high speed, removed the nipple clamps, and replaced them with his mouth — sucking one nipple hard while pinching the other. At the same time he rubbed her clit rapidly with two fingers.
Navya exploded.
Her whole body convulsed against the handcuffs. A long, raw scream tore from her throat as she came hard, juices squirting onto Karthik’s hand and the black sheets. The spy captured every second in perfect 4K — her blindfolded face twisted in ecstasy, her breasts heaving, the vibrator still working in her ass, and the wet mess between her thighs.
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