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For the next seven days, Ananya tried desperately to distance herself from everything related to Vicky.
She woke up early every morning, made fresh breakfast for Rajesh with extra care, and kissed him goodbye with genuine affection. She spent more time with him in the evenings — helping him with office files, listening to his stories about work, and making love to him with renewed passion, as if trying to wash away her sins through devotion. Rajesh was overjoyed by the sudden closeness and showered her with love in return.
In college, she kept her pallu pinned higher than ever, wore the most modest sarees she owned, and avoided any conversation that could lead to Vicky. She even changed her phone number’s notification settings so she wouldn’t see any messages from unknown numbers.
But avoidance was not easy.
Every night, when Rajesh fell asleep, memories flooded back. She remembered Vicky’s hot mouth on her nipples, his tongue thrusting deep into her navel, his thick, hard cock pressed against her soft tummy. Her body would heat up against her will. She would lie awake, thighs pressed together, feeling guilty pleasure and crushing shame at the same time.
Why can’t I forget? Why does my body still react when I think of him? Rajesh loves me so much… and I am thinking about another man.
She cried silently many nights, hugging Rajesh tighter, whispering “I’m sorry” into his chest while he slept peacefully.
One Week Later – Staff Room
It was Thursday afternoon. The staff room was buzzing with preparations for the upcoming College Anniversary celebrations the following week. Ananya and Payal were busy making lists of cultural programs, prize distributions, and guest invitations.
After finishing most of the work, both women sat down with cups of chai. Payal looked at Ananya with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Didi, did you hear the news?” Payal asked casually, stirring her tea. “Vicky Sir is coming as the chief guest to give the Best Teacher Awards next week. The management invited him specially because of his company’s big donation to the college.”
Ananya’s hand froze mid-stir. Her heart skipped a beat. She tried to keep her voice steady.
“Oh… that’s nice,” she replied, looking down at her notes.
Payal leaned closer, lowering her voice with a teasing smile. “I think Vicky Sir is coming especially for you. He must have told the management to give you the Best Teacher Award. After all… you are his favorite, right? His secret lover…”
Ananya’s cheeks flushed instantly. She looked up sharply, eyes wide with shock.
“Shut up, Payal!” she hissed, her voice low but firm. “What nonsense are you talking? I am not his lover. I am a married woman. I have a husband who loves me more than anything. Rajesh is my everything. Don’t ever say such things again.”
Payal raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Ananya’s reaction. She took a sip of chai and continued in a playful yet insistent tone.
“Arre didi, why are you getting so serious? Just one week back you were blushing when you told me how he sucked your nipples in your own kitchen. Now suddenly you have become a strict moral wife again? What happened? Did you forget how you moaned for him?”
Ananya’s face turned deep crimson. She looked around nervously to make sure no one else was listening, then whispered angrily, “Please stop that topic, Payal. I don’t want anything from Vicky Sir. I have decided. I love my husband. I will not do anything that hurts Rajesh. That night was a mistake. A big mistake. Please… let it go.”
But even as she spoke those words firmly, deep inside Ananya’s mind, Vicky’s name sent a forbidden shiver down her spine.
Vicky Sir is coming… He will be here in college… looking at me with those intense eyes… remembering how he sucked my breasts and licked my navel…
She pressed her thighs together under the table, feeling a fresh wave of unwanted heat. The memory of his thick cock pressed against her tummy flashed in her mind. She quickly shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away.
Payal noticed the slight tremble in Ananya’s hands and the blush that refused to fade. She smiled knowingly but didn’t push further at that moment.
“Okay, didi… as you say,” Payal said sweetly, though her eyes sparkled with dark amusement. “But remember — a man like Vicky Sir doesn’t forget easily. Especially not a woman as beautiful as you.”
Ananya remained silent, staring into her chai. Her mind was in turmoil once again.
Why does his name still affect me like this? I have decided to be faithful to Rajesh. I have promised myself. Then why does my body react when I hear he is coming? Why do I feel this strange excitement mixed with fear?
She finished her chai quickly and left the staff room, trying to focus on her next lecture. But throughout the day, Payal’s words and the memory of Vicky’s touch kept returning, making her nipples harden against her blouse and her deep navel throb with remembered pleasure.
That evening, when Rajesh came home and hugged her lovingly, Ananya held him tighter than usual, silently vowing again:
I will not fall. I will not cheat on you again.



The College Anniversary celebrations were in full swing. The auditorium was beautifully decorated with flowers, colorful dbangs, and sparkling lights. Students, teachers, and guests filled the hall with excitement. The stage was set for cultural performances, followed by the prestigious Best Teacher Awards.
Ananya arrived early, dressed in a beautiful cream and gold silk saree with a high-tied pallu pinned meticulously across her chest. The saree was elegant and modest — the pallu covered her midriff completely, forming an impenetrable curtain over her deep oval navel and golden belly chain. The blouse was fitted but respectable, highlighting the graceful curve of her shoulders without revealing too much. She looked every bit the dignified, moral English lecturer — graceful, poised, and untouchable.
Payal, on the other hand, had chosen a completely different style. She wore a stunning deep red georgette saree tied deliberately low on her hips — well below her navel. The pallu was dbangd casually, often slipping to reveal a generous portion of her fair, soft tummy and the shallow but attractive navel. Her blouse was slightly tight, accentuating her curves. She looked super hot, confident, and seductive — a stark contrast to Ananya’s modesty.
Both women were busy in the staff room behind the stage, finalizing the program schedule.
“Everything looks perfect,” Payal said, smiling as she adjusted her pallu. “This is going to be a memorable evening.”
Ananya nodded, trying to focus on the work. But her mind was restless. She had avoided Vicky for a week, ignoring his messages and calls. She was determined to stay loyal to Rajesh.
The cultural events began with students dancing, singing, and performing skits. The atmosphere was lively and festive.
Then, midway through the program, a wave of murmurs spread through the hall. Vicky entered in a sharp, tailored black suit that made him look powerful and glamorous. Walking beside him was his close friend Rohan, the muscular gym owner, dressed in a stylish navy suit that highlighted his broad shoulders, chiseled jaw, and powerful physique.
Everyone stood up to greet them. The principal welcomed Vicky as the chief guest with a warm speech. Vicky smiled graciously.
As they moved through the front row, Vicky and Rohan shook hands with the teachers. When they reached Ananya, Vicky extended his hand first. Ananya hesitantly placed her soft palm in his. He pressed it gently but firmly, his thumb stroking the back of her hand for a second longer than necessary. Her heart jumped and raced at high speed.
Rohan followed. He took Ananya’s hand in his strong grip, his eyes scanning her from top to toe with open appreciation. His gaze lingered shamelessly on her full breasts straining against the modest blouse, then moved down to the elegant dbang of her high pallu. He gave her a slow, predatory smile.
“Very nice to meet you, Madam,” he said, his voice deep and masculine. “You look absolutely elegant.”
Ananya felt uncomfortable under his intense stare but smiled politely and withdrew her hand.
Next was Payal. Vicky shook her hand, his eyes appreciating her bold, low-tied saree and the visible fair tummy. Rohan followed, taking her hand and scanning her body even more openly. His gaze moved from her face down to her deep cleavage, then to the side view of her breast and the exposed soft tummy with her navel peeking out. He held her hand longer, clearly mesmerized by her seductive look.
“Beautiful,” Rohan murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he stared at Payal’s side breast and bare midriff. “Very bold and attractive.”
Payal smiled confidently, enjoying the attention, while Ananya felt a strange mix of relief and unease.
The cultural events continued. Ananya tried her best to focus on the performances, but she could feel both Vicky and Rohan’s eyes on her throughout the program.
Finally, the most awaited moment arrived — the Best Teacher Awards.
The principal announced the categories. Payal and Ananya sat together in the front row of teachers, both eagerly waiting. Payal leaned toward Ananya and whispered teasingly, “I think Vicky Sir will give you the Best Teacher Award. After all, you are his favorite…”
Ananya sighed and whispered back, “Stop it, Payal. I don’t want anything from him.”
The announcer’s voice echoed: “The Best Teacher Award goes to… Professor Ananya Sharma!”
The entire hall erupted in applause. Ananya was stunned. She stood up slowly, her heart pounding. All eyes were on her as she walked gracefully to the stage. Vicky stood up with a warm smile and handed her the award.
As he gave her the trophy, he leaned in slightly and whispered near her ear, his breath hot against her skin:
“Beautiful woman with a beautiful mind… Why did you change your number? Why are you not contacting me? I’ve been waiting for you.”
Ananya’s body trembled at his closeness and words. She quickly took the award, thanked him politely without meeting his eyes, and returned to her seat, avoiding him as much as possible.
Payal received the Second Best Teacher Award. She was surprised and genuinely happy, smiling brightly as she received it from Vicky. But inside, a storm of jealousy raged.
Why her again? Why does Ananya always get the first prize, the attention, the desire? I am the one working behind the scenes, pushing her into this mess, and yet she gets the spotlight. Her beauty… her body… even Vicky and Rohan can’t resist her.
Payal clapped along with everyone, but her smile was tight. Her eyes burned with envy as she watched Ananya holding the award, looking graceful and modest in her high-tied saree.
The event continued with more performances and speeches. Vicky and Rohan’s eyes kept finding both women throughout the evening — Vicky’s gaze intense and possessive on Ananya, Rohan’s more openly lustful, scanning both their bodies whenever he could.
After the program ended, Ananya left the event early with a heavy heart, clutching her award. She felt a strange mix of pride and guilt. Rajesh had called earlier, congratulating her warmly. His love made her decision to avoid Vicky even stronger.
But Vicky and Rohan were not men who gave up easily.
And Payal’s jealousy was growing into something far more dangerous.




After the award ceremony, Vicky sent a message through the principal requesting a private meeting with Ananya and Payal in his temporary cabin inside the college administrative block. “Just to discuss future academic collaborations and donations,” he had said politely.
Ananya tried to refuse, but Payal insisted, “Didi, we can’t say no to the chief guest. It will look bad.”
Reluctantly, Ananya followed Payal to the cabin. Vicky was waiting inside, looking powerful in his sharp black suit. He closed the door and locked it softly.
“Sit down, both of you,” he said, his voice calm but commanding.
Ananya sat on the edge of the couch, pallu wrapped tightly around her. Payal sat beside her, looking excited. Vicky leaned against the desk, his eyes moving between them.
“Ananya, I want to talk to you first. Alone,” he said.
Payal smiled knowingly and stepped outside, closing the door behind her.
Conversation with Ananya
Ananya sat nervously, avoiding his eyes. Vicky walked closer and stood in front of her.
“Why are you avoiding me, Ananya?” he asked directly, his voice low. “You changed your number. You’re not replying to my messages. After everything that happened between us… you suddenly disappeared.”
Ananya’s hands trembled in her lap. She kept her pallu tightly pinned, trying to hide every inch of skin.
“Sir… please,” she whispered, voice shaking. “I am a married woman. I love my husband very much. Rajesh is a good man. He works hard for me. I cannot betray him again. That night in the kitchen… it was a mistake. A big mistake. I was weak. Please forgive me, but I don’t want anything more. I want to be faithful to my husband.”
Vicky stepped closer, towering over her. He gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“You say you love your husband,” he murmured, his thumb stroking her lower lip. “But your body betrayed you that night. You moaned so sweetly when I sucked your nipples. Your deep navel quivered under my tongue. Your pussy was soaking wet. Tell me honestly, Ananya… when you are with Rajesh now, do you think about me?”
Ananya’s eyes filled with tears. She shook her head, but her voice was weak. “No… Sir… please don’t say such things. I am trying to forget everything. I want to be a good wife.”
Vicky smiled darkly. “You can try, beautiful. But your body remembers. It remembers how good it felt. And I remember too. Your soft breasts in my mouth… your trembling tummy… that deep, perfect navel… I want more of you, Ananya. Much more.”
Ananya stood up quickly, trembling. “I can’t, Sir. Please understand. I love Rajesh. I cannot do this.”
She turned and walked out of the cabin without waiting for his reply, her heart pounding, guilt and confusion swirling inside her.
Conversation with Payal
A few minutes later, Payal entered the cabin, closing the door behind her. She stood confidently, her deep red saree tied low, showing her fair tummy and shallow navel.
Vicky’s eyes darkened with appreciation as he looked at her.
“Payal… you look incredibly hot tonight,” he said, his voice husky. “That low saree… showing your smooth tummy and navel… you know exactly how to dress to make a man lose control.”
Payal blushed, but her eyes sparkled with excitement. “Thank you, Sir.”
Vicky stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her deeply, his tongue invading her mouth. Payal moaned softly, kissing him back with hunger. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts through the blouse before sliding down to her exposed tummy.
He broke the kiss and knelt in front of her. With both hands, he pushed her saree even lower, fully exposing her fair midriff and shallow navel. He leaned in and kissed her navel softly at first, then licked it deeply, pushing his tongue inside the hollow.
Payal gasped, her hands gripping his hair. “Ahhh… Sir…”
Vicky sucked on her navel hungrily, his tongue thrusting in and out, making her moan louder. He looked up at her while still licking.
“You are doing a great job, Payal,” he said between licks. “Keep pushing Ananya. Make her weak. Bring her to me. Make her come with you whenever I call. I want both of you. Together.”
Payal moaned, her hips rolling against his face. “Yes, Sir… I will… I will make her fall… I promise.”
Vicky stood up, kissing her again, his hand still pressing into her navel.
“Good girl,” he whispered against her lips. “The more you bring Ananya to me, the more I will reward you. Now go… and start working on her.”
Payal left the cabin with flushed cheeks and a satisfied, jealous smile.
Ananya was waiting outside, looking anxious. Payal took her arm and smiled sweetly.
“Let’s go home, didi,” she said. “Everything is fine.”
But inside, Payal’s mind was racing with plans to push Ananya deeper into Vicky’s trap.

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To be continued

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Very good. I thought vicky will host a party for best teacher and make her drink. And teach her the lessons that she is not aware.

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No No... Ananya will willingly come to his bed as she will not be able to resist the urge of her body. Vicky will charm his way to depth between her legs not as drunk woman.

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Hmm I thought Rohan will take Payal as side hustle today.

It will also will happen... In future

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Great update

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Ananya wearing a sleeveless saree in the night exclusive for vicky and allowing him to taste her killed her character and love for husband and that too knowing her husband has passed off drinking. May be she should have been in sleeveless nighty and shawl and vicky tasting the armpits alone and mauling her ass and boobs in a way that her husband never done before.. let's see how things are going to change

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Story line n narration is super..Bring Ananya early bro.. keep her thinking more n more of Vicky also involve Vicky's student brother n let him peak while Vicky fucking Ananya.. later as he also wished to fuck his teacher let him join for a vigorous Fuck..
Super

Thank you. Sure soon she will scream Vicky name while fucking...

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After the college anniversary event ended, Vicky and Rohan drove straight to Vicky’s luxurious farmhouse on the outskirts of Powai. The night was cool, the pool lights were on, and soft music played in the background. They settled on the spacious veranda overlooking the garden, whiskey glasses in hand, bottles of premium scotch open on the table.
Rohan took a deep sip, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin.
“Bro… wow. Tonight was something else. Ananya and Payal… both are incredibly beautiful women. Fuck, the way they looked on stage. Ananya in that elegant cream saree, so graceful and modest, but those curves… and Payal in that low-tied red saree, showing her tummy like a temptress. My cock was half-hard the entire evening just watching them.”
Vicky chuckled, swirling the whiskey in his glass. He took a slow sip, his eyes dark with lustful memories.
“Yes, both are stunning. Married women. That’s what makes it hotter. There’s something special about fucking a married woman — especially one who pretends to be so conservative and moral like Ananya. The way she blushes, the way she fights it… and then breaks. I love breaking married women. Making them moan my name while their husbands are clueless.”
Rohan laughed, his muscular body relaxing as he poured another drink.
“Exactly. I love that too. The thrill of taking another man’s wife. Especially a beautiful, respectable one like Ananya. Did you see her breasts in that blouse today? So full, so heavy. I wanted to rip that pallu off and suck those big tits right on stage. And that waist… so narrow. Imagine gripping it while pounding her from behind. Her ass must be so juicy and soft.”
Vicky’s eyes gleamed. He leaned forward, voice low and filthy.
“Ananya’s body is built for sin, Rohan. Those 34D breasts… soft, heavy, perfect to fuck. Her deep oval navel… I already tasted it once. It’s so deep, so sensitive. When I tongue-fucked it, she moaned like a whore. Her golden belly chain was ringing non-stop. I want to pour oil in it, drink from it, and then fuck her while pressing my cock against that navel. I want to make her scream my name while her husband Rajesh is working late under my pressure.”
Rohan groaned, adjusting his pants as his cock hardened.
“Fuck yes. I want to see that. I want to fuck that bloody beautiful bitch Ananya. I want to see her naked — those big tits bouncing, that soft tummy trembling, that deep navel stretched around my tongue or my fingers. I want to bend her over and slap that juicy ass red while I pound her married pussy. And best of all… I want to do it in front of her husband. Make him watch how a real man fucks his wife. Make him see her moaning for bigger cock.”
Vicky laughed darkly, taking another sip.
“That’s the ultimate pleasure, isn’t it? Cuckolding a man while fucking his beautiful wife. Ananya is perfect for it. She’s so conservative on the outside — high pallu, moral lectures — but her body is pure fire. She gets wet so easily. When I sucked her nipples in her own kitchen while her drunk husband was sleeping in the next room, she was dripping. Moaning my name. Begging without words.”
Rohan’s eyes were glazed with lust. “And Payal? She’s also hot. That low saree today… showing her tummy and navel. She’s jealous of Ananya, right? I could see it in her eyes. She wants to watch Ananya get fucked. Maybe she wants to join too.”
Vicky nodded, smiling.
“Payal is useful. She’s jealous as hell of Ananya’s beauty and body. She’s the one pushing Ananya toward me. Every dirty word, every touch in the staff room… she’s helping me break her. I told her to bring Ananya to me whenever I call. She’ll do it. She wants to see her ‘perfect’ colleague turned into a common slut.”
Rohan raised his glass. “To married women. Especially beautiful, conservative ones like Ananya. I want to see her on her knees, pallu thrown aside, sucking both our cocks while crying about her husband. I want to fuck her deep navel. I want to make her scream louder than she ever does with Rajesh.”
Vicky clinked his glass against Rohan’s, his voice thick with dark promise.
“Soon, brother. Very soon. Ananya is fighting hard right now, but she’s weakening. The videos, Payal’s pushing, my messages… it’s all working. One more push and she’ll come to me willingly. Then we’ll both fuck her. We’ll make her take both our cocks. We’ll fill every hole. We’ll make her beg while her husband waits at home like a good little cuckold.”
Rohan laughed, already imagining it.
“I can’t wait to see her big tits bouncing while I fuck her from behind. That deep navel stretched around your tongue. Her mangalsutra swinging between her breasts as she moans like a whore. And Payal watching… jealous and wet… maybe joining us to hold Ananya down.”
Vicky raised his glass again.
“To breaking beautiful married women. To making them scream. To turning Ananya into our personal slut.”
Both men drank deeply, their laughter echoing into the night, their minds filled with filthy, detailed fantasies of dominating, fucking, and ruining Ananya — and using Payal’s jealousy to make it happen.
The trap was closing tighter.


Two Days of Leave
After the College Anniversary event, Ananya took two days of casual leave. She told the principal she was feeling unwell, but the real reason was to escape the overwhelming guilt, confusion, and unwanted arousal that had taken over her life.
Rajesh left for office early both days, kissing her forehead lovingly before going. “Take rest, jaan. Don’t stress. I’ll come back early.”
Ananya spent the days alone in their duplex, trying to find peace. But peace refused to come.
On the first afternoon, she lay on the bed in a simple cotton nightie, staring at the ceiling. The memories flooded back without warning.
That night… when Vicky brought Rajesh home drunk… I dressed like that for him. Sleeveless blouse showing my deep cleavage and smooth armpits. Saree tied so low that my soft tummy and the upper part of my deep navel were visible. The golden belly chain… I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to desire me.
Her hand unconsciously moved to her midriff, slipping under the nightie. Her fingers traced the soft skin of her tummy, circling the rim of her deep oval navel.
He stared at me like I was the most desirable woman in the world. His eyes on my breasts… on my bare waist… on my navel. When his hand touched my hip… when his tongue licked my armpit… when he sucked my nipples so hungrily… I moaned. I actually moaned for him while my husband was sleeping in the next room.
Her breathing grew heavier. Her nipples hardened against the thin nightie. A fresh wetness gathered between her thighs.
Rajesh loves me so much. He is ready to die for me. And I… I let another man touch me. Suck me. Taste the most private part of my body. What kind of wife am I?
Tears rolled down her cheeks even as her fingers dipped lower, brushing over her swollen clit. She moaned softly, ashamed of her own body’s betrayal.
Vicky’s tongue was so deep in my navel… so wet… so commanding. It felt different from Rajesh. More intense. More dangerous. I hate myself for liking it.
She rubbed herself faster, imagining Vicky’s thick cock pressed against her soft tummy again. Her deep navel quivered under her own fingers. She came hard, biting her pillow to muffle her cries, tears flowing freely.












The Next Day in College
On the third day, Ananya returned to college, determined to focus on her work and forget everything. She wore a beautiful but modest light peach saree with a high pallu pinned securely. She taught her first two classes with professional grace, though her mind kept drifting.
During the third lecture, as she turned to write on the blackboard, the pallu shifted slightly on one side. A small portion of her bare hip became visible — smooth, honey-gold skin with a tiny, cute mole just above the curve of her waist.
Most students were focused on the lecture, but Arjun, sitting in the third row, noticed immediately. His eyes locked onto that exposed hip. The small mole looked incredibly erotic to him. His cock hardened instantly in his pants. He stared hungrily, imagining kissing that mole, licking it, biting the soft flesh around it.
After the bell rang and the classroom emptied, Arjun stayed back. He approached Ananya’s desk with a respectful expression.
“Madam… can I say something?” he asked politely.
Ananya nodded, still organizing her notes. “Yes, Arjun. Tell me.”
Arjun stepped closer, his voice low. “Madam… please don’t feel bad, but… your saree slipped a little during the lecture. The side of your hip was visible. And… there is a small mole there. All the students were looking towards your hip. Please adjust your saree.”
Ananya’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. Her heart raced. She quickly adjusted her pallu, covering the exposed hip completely.
“Oh… thank you, Arjun,” she whispered, voice shaky. “I didn’t realize. How embarrassing…”
Arjun smiled innocently on the surface, but inside his mind was filthy:
That small mole on your soft hip… I want to kiss it. I want to lick it. I want to bite that smooth skin while I fuck you from behind. My bitch… you think I’ve changed, but I’m just waiting for the right moment to claim every inch of you again.
He added gently, “Don’t worry, Madam. Only I noticed it clearly. No one else was paying attention that much.”
Ananya felt a wave of relief mixed with deep shyness. “Thank you, Arjun. I’ll be more careful.”
She quickly adjusted her saree again, feeling extremely self-conscious. The thought that students might have seen her bare hip and the small mole made her face burn with embarrassment.
How could I be so careless? Teaching the whole class with my hip exposed… What kind of teacher am I becoming?
She finished her remaining classes in a distracted state, constantly checking her pallu. The incident left her feeling vulnerable and hyper-aware of her body.



To be continues tomorrrow

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He is her husband boss, she can't call his name, instead she may say fuck me hard sir..take me sir, use me sir, make me ur  slut sir, fill me sir, make me mother of ur child  sir 

Yes bro. Thankyiu

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Nice update

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Ananya had already seen vicky monster in video and felt it in her hip and stomach in kitchen and she knows her husband cock is timid and she will feel cheated on spite of being most beautiful. She will now think how a big and veiny cock will make her feel. How she will feel being conquered and ruled by a real man. In that moment she will start losing her love for the husband for being a wimp and denying it all these years. She will ask Rajesh to invite vicky for dinner. Make Rajesh drink again or give him sleeping pills and submit herself to vicky full night in her marital bed next to her husband. Blackmail by making husband dismiss from job as in chapter 1 is not needed. It should be cheat. Btw is arun and Rohan are different

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After the College Anniversary event, Vicky and Rohan sat in the farmhouse late into the night, their conversation turning darker and more explicit with every glass of whiskey. The plan to trap Ananya had been simmering for weeks. Now, it was time to execute it properly.
The next morning, Vicky sent a message to both Payal and Ananya from his official number:
Vicky: Dear Ananya and Payal,
As chief guest and major donor, I would like to discuss long-term collaborations and improvements for the college. Both of you are among the sharpest and best teachers. Please come to my private villa this Saturday at 7 PM. It will be a working dinner. Your inputs are valuable. Looking forward to seeing you both.
Payal’s heart raced with excitement when she read the message. She immediately replied: “Thank you, Sir. We will be there.”
Ananya, on the other hand, stared at the message for a long time, her stomach twisting. She had been trying so hard to avoid Vicky. But the message carried the weight of authority — he was not just her husband’s boss, but a major influencer and donor to the college. Refusing could create problems for her job and Rajesh’s career.
After an hour of internal conflict, she replied hesitantly: “Thank you, Sir. We will come.”
Saturday Evening – Arrival at the Villa
The luxurious villa on the outskirts of Powai was breathtaking. A sprawling three-story mansion with floor-to-ceiling glass walls, private pool, manicured gardens, and elegant lighting. The third floor was reserved for private meetings — all glass, modern furniture, soft lighting, and a breathtaking view of the city lights.
Payal and Ananya arrived together in a cab. Both had dressed elegantly but with very different intentions.
Ananya wore a beautiful emerald green silk saree with a high-tied pallu pinned securely, covering her midriff completely. She looked graceful, modest, and professional — the perfect image of a respectable married teacher.
Payal, however, had gone bold. She wore a deep maroon georgette saree tied well below her navel, the pallu dbangd low to reveal a generous portion of her fair, soft tummy and shallow navel. Her blouse was slightly tight, accentuating her curves. She looked hot, confident, and seductive.
Payal was visibly excited as they entered the villa. “Didi, look at this place! It’s like a palace. Vicky Sir really lives like a king.”
Ananya felt nervous. Her heart was pounding. The memories of the kitchen incident flooded back — Vicky’s mouth on her breasts, his tongue in her navel. She tried to push them away.
Vicky welcomed them at the entrance with a charming smile. He was dressed in a casual but expensive black shirt and trousers, looking powerful and handsome.
“Welcome, both of you,” he said warmly. His eyes immediately locked onto Ananya. He scanned her from head to toe — the elegant green saree, the high pallu, the graceful way she carried herself. “Ananya, you look stunning tonight. So elegant and beautiful.”
Ananya blushed and looked down. “Thank you, Sir.”












Vicky’s gaze then moved to Payal, appreciating her bold, low-tied saree and exposed tummy. “And Payal… you look incredibly hot. That saree suits you perfectly.”
Payal smiled confidently. “Thank you, Sir.”
Vicky led them to the third-floor lounge — a luxurious space with glass walls, plush sofas, and soft lighting. He offered them seats on the large couch.
Both women sat down. Vicky’s eyes kept returning to Ananya, openly admiring her. He poured them mocktails and started the conversation casually.
“I called you both here because you are the best teachers in the college. Your ideas for improvement are valuable. But honestly…” he leaned back, his gaze intense on Ananya, “I like to work with beautiful, intelligent women. Both of you are exceptional. Married women with grace and beauty. I have a weakness for that.”
Ananya stiffened. Payal’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Vicky continued, his voice dropping. “To be honest, I like to fuck married women. There’s something incredibly arousing about taking a loyal, respectable wife and making her moan in ways her husband never could.”
Ananya’s face turned pale with shock. Her heart raced. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
Payal blushed but smiled, clearly aroused by his bold words.
Vicky’s gaze stayed on Ananya. “Ananya, you are the perfect example. So conservative on the outside, yet your body is pure fire. I still remember how you looked that night in your kitchen — sleeveless blouse, low saree, your soft tummy and deep navel exposed. You were trembling so beautifully.”
Ananya’s cheeks burned crimson. She felt exposed even though she was fully covered.
Vicky smiled. “Don’t be shy. Both of you are incredibly beautiful. But Ananya… you have a special glow. Your breasts, your waist, your hips… everything is perfect. I want to see more of you tonight.”
He leaned forward. “For our discussion to be productive, I have one small request. Both of you… please tie your sarees below your navels. I like to see a woman’s beauty fully. It helps me think clearly.”
Ananya and Payal looked at each other with shame and surprise. Ananya’s face turned deep red. Payal, however, was excited.
After a moment of hesitation, Payal stood up and slowly lowered her saree even further, fully exposing her fair tummy and shallow navel. Vicky’s eyes gleamed with approval.
Ananya hesitated longer. Her conservative mind screamed at her to refuse. But under Vicky’s intense gaze and the pressure of the situation, she slowly stood up. With trembling hands, she untied and re-tied her saree much lower — well below her deep oval navel. A seductive strip of her soft, honey-gold tummy was now visible, the golden belly chain resting openly on her skin.
Vicky groaned softly in appreciation. “Perfect. Both of you look absolutely fuckable now.”
The discussion began. They talked about college improvements, new courses, and events. Both women gave ideas. Vicky listened, but his eyes kept roaming over their exposed tummies and navels.
After some time, Vicky said, “Your ideas are excellent. I will take them one by one. Payal, come to my private cabin first. We’ll discuss your suggestions in detail.”
Payal stood up excitedly. As she walked toward the cabin door, Vicky stopped her for a moment. He gently touched her lower lip with his thumb, tracing it slowly.
Payal shivered. A small fire ignited in her mind. Part of her wanted to leave, but the bigger part wanted to stay — to be used, to help trap Ananya, and to enjoy the power.
She entered the cabin with Vicky.
Ananya was left alone in the lounge, her heart pounding, her exposed tummy and deep navel on display, her mind filled with conflict, guilt, and unwanted arousal.
The trap was closing beautifully.



Ananya sat alone on the plush leather couch in the luxurious third-floor lounge of Vicky’s villa. The soft lighting cast a warm glow over the glass walls and elegant furniture. The distant city lights twinkled like stars, but her mind was far from peaceful.
Her hands rested on her lap, fingers twisting the edge of her pallu. The emerald green saree she had chosen so carefully now felt like a lie — high-tied and modest on the outside, yet her body underneath was still tingling from the memory of Vicky’s gaze during the award ceremony.
Her mind split into two warring voices.
Voice 1 (The Loyal Wife):
No. This is wrong. I should leave right now. This is not a normal meeting. Vicky invited us here for a reason. He is not a good man. He wants my body. He wants to use me like he did that night in the kitchen. I cannot do this to Rajesh. He loves me. He is ready to die for me. I promised myself I would be faithful. I must go home. Now.
Voice 2 (The Tempted Woman):
But… what if I stay? Just for a little while. Vicky is powerful. He can help Rajesh’s career. He can protect me from Arjun. And the way he looks at me… no one has ever looked at me with such raw desire. Not even Rajesh. Payal is inside with him. Nothing bad will happen if I stay. Maybe I can just talk. Maybe I can thank him properly and end this once and for all.
She stood up, then sat down again. She stood up once more, took two steps toward the door, then stopped.



The clock on the wall ticked. Ten minutes passed in agonizing slowness. Every second felt like torture. Her body was warm. Her nipples were still slightly sensitive from the memory of Vicky’s mouth. Her deep navel throbbed faintly, remembering his tongue.....

    But she decided to go out.. To home and she stand going to lift to go down.. But at the same time big noise came from room... Nooooo...... Pls....... Ohhhh.... Godddd............

Ananya stop suddenly due to the voice of Payal from room. The cry become bigg... Then Ananya panic and rush towards door and calls Payal..... Payall.......whats happen....?


“Ahhhhhhhhh….. Nooooooo……!”
It was Payal’s voice — high-pitched, shocked, and filled with overwhelming pleasure.
Ananya froze mid-step. Her heart slammed against her ribs.
Another moan followed, louder, more desperate.
“Haaaa…. Sir… ahhh… please… mmmhhh!”...

She immediately pushed door and look into cabin and got shock in her life....

[kirak9484]

Yes Ananya will scream between Vicky and rohan

[kirak9484]

waiting for the bang bro

Thankyou

[kirak9484]

Ananya is lesser of a teaser than you @kirak9484.... You are taking us to peak and leaving dry... very naughty boy ....

[kirak9484]

waiting for another banger

Sure bro

[kirak9484]

Update faster

Sure bro. Tq