Adultery Ananya - My beautiful wife

[kirak9484]

Hi this is a new erotic sex story. Hope you will enjoys.

[sahebraopawar]

Where r u bro please post update

[kirak9484]

Thank you.. This a beautiful story.. How she used by unwillingly in front of me.

[Pvzro]

Very nice waiting for the story 

Plz continue

[kirak9484]

Update 1: tomorrow.. Thank you all.

[Pvzro]

Still update  is yet to come?

[Pvzro]

Still waiting

[Vissle]

I hope hero will be ugly old man

[kirak9484]

"Ahhhhhhhhh… Ahhhh… It's bigggg… Ahhhhhh… Ohhhhh… 

Goddddddddd…" please mercy on me " words


coming from my beautiful wife Ananya.



Heavy, desperate moans and sharp feminine screams spilled out from 

our marital bedroom. The king-size


bed — the same bed where Ananya and I had taken our vows, made 

love gently on our wedding night — was

now creaking violently under brutal rhythm.


“Take it, my bitch… take every fucking inch,” Vicky’s deep, 

commanding voice boomed, followed by the wet,

obscene slap of flesh against flesh.


Ananya’s cries echoed down the corridor straight into my ears. My 

cock stood painfully hard inside my pants,


throbbing with every scream she let out, every time she begged 

incoherently. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.


One word of protest and Vicky would end my career tomorrow — no 

reference, no severance, nothing. Just

with a single sign my job will remove. And my life will ruined.


So I stood outside like a coward, palms pressed to the wall, breathing 

shallow, listening to my wife being claimed.


Inside, on our marital bed, my 38-year-old boss Vicky and his gym-


friend Arun were double-teaming my


beautiful Ananya without mercy.  "Ohhh... Nooooo.... Please.... Pl

Please"". Ananya pleading...


Vicky — tall, thick-muscled, always smelling faintly of expensive 


cologne and power — had her hips locked in


his big hands, slamming into her from behind in deep, punishing 


strokes. Arun, leaner but cruelly endowed,


knelt in front, feeding her mouth his cock while gripping her long 


black hair like reins.


And Ananya… God, Ananya.


Even in this degrading scene she looked impossibly beautiful — more 

beautiful than the day I married her.


At 29, her body had ripened into something almost unfair. Her skin 

was the color of warm caramel, glowing


under the bedroom lights even when slick with sweat. Her face — 


heart-shaped, delicate yet sensual — was


flushed deep pink. Those large, almond-shaped eyes, lined with kohl 


even now, were half-lidded in helpless


pleasure-pain, long lashes wet with tears. Her full lips, naturally pouty 

and rose-colored, were stretched wide


around Arun’s shaft, glistening with saliva, trembling every time he 

pushed deeper into her throat.


Her hair — thick, jet-black, waist-length waves — spilled across the 

sheets like spilled ink, strands sticking to


her sweaty cheeks and neck.


Her breasts… oh fuck, her breasts. Full, heavy 34D globes that had 


grown even lusher after marriage. They


swayed violently with each thrust from behind, dark areolas wide and 


puffy, nipples thick and erect like ripe

berries, dark brown and aching. Every time Vicky bottomed out i


inside her, her tits bounced forward, slapping

together audibly.


Her waist dipped inward dramatically — a perfect hourglass — before 


flaring into wide, womanly hips that


Vicky’s fingers dug into so hard I could already see red marks for

forming. Those hips… the same hips I used to


hold gently while making love… now being used as handles for rough, 

animalistic fucking.


And her navel — a deep, oval innie that I used to tease with my to

tongue on lazy Sunday mornings. Right now it


was quivering, the soft flesh around it jumping with every brutal 

plunge into her core.


Her back — smooth, long, gracefully arched — was glistening with 

sweat. The elegant line of her spine curved


beautifully as she was forced onto all fours. And her buttocks… God, 

her buttocks. Round, plump, impossibly


firm yet jiggly, the kind of ass that made men turn in the street even 

when she wore modest sarees. Right


now those glorious cheeks were rippling with every slap of Vicky’s 


hips, turning bright pink from the spanking


he’d given her earlier. Deep dimples decorated the top of each globe, 


and between them her tiny puckered


hole winked helplessly with every thrust.


“Such a perfect married slut,” Vicky growled, slapping her right ass 


cheek hard enough to make it jiggle for


seconds. “Look at this fat ass… made for breeding.”


Ananya only whimpered in response, her voice muffled around Arun’s 

cock.


I could see everything through the half-open door — the way her 


wedding mangalsutra swung wildly between


her bouncing breasts, the gold chain and black beads mocking me. 


The way her anklets jingled frantically


with every thrust. The way her red bangles clinked together as she 

gripped the sheets.


She was still wearing the tiny red nightie I’d bought her last 


anniversary — now torn at the neckline, straps


hanging uselessly, the fabric bunched around her waist like a 


defeated...



Introduction:::

My name:  Rajesh age 32

Wife. Name: Ananya age 29

Vicky : My company CEO age 36

Arun: Vicky friend age 38..

[Kalyan143]

great start bro

[kirak9484]

Ananya – Her breathtaking beauty (at 29 years)
Ananya stands at 5'5", with skin the color of warm liquid honey — glowing, flawless, and impossibly soft to the touch. Her face is heart-shaped perfection: high cheekbones, a delicate jawline, and large almond-shaped eyes the shade of dark molten chocolate, framed by naturally thick, curling lashes. When she looks at you, those eyes hold both shy innocence and a hidden wildfire.
Her lips are full, naturally rose-pink, the lower one slightly plumper — the kind of mouth that begs to be kissed for hours. A tiny beauty spot sits just above the left corner of her upper lip, like a secret signature placed there by God.
A small, perfectly shaped nose with a delicate curve, adorned with a tiny diamond stud that catches light every time she turns her face. When she smiles — that slow, mischievous smile — a single dimple appears on her right cheek, devastating in its sweetness.
Her long, silky black hair falls in thick waves down to the small of her back. When she lets it loose after a bath, the scent of jasmine and her own natural musk fills the room.
Now her body…
Her neck is long and graceful, leading to beautifully sloped shoulders. Her collarbones are prominent — two elegant ridges that make you want to trace them with your tongue.
Her breasts are full, round, and impossibly firm — 34D, heavy yet high, with dark rose-brown areolas the size of old silver coins and thick, sensitive nipples that harden into tight peaks at the slightest breeze or at the sound of your voice calling her name. When she breathes deeply they rise and fall hypnotically.
Her waist is surprisingly narrow — a classic hourglass cinch that makes every saree she wears look sinful. And then… her navel.
Ananya has one of the most erotic navels imaginable — deep, perfectly oval, with soft rounded edges. A tiny vertical line runs from just below her sternum down into that inviting hollow. When she stretches or arches her back, the navel opens like a secret flower, begging for a fingertip, a tongue, a drop of honey, or the slow circling pressure of your thumb. A delicate gold chain with tiny hanging bells rests low on her hips — the belly chain (oddiyanam style but modern) that dips into that navel when she moves, the bells chiming softly with every sway of her hips.
Her hips flare dramatically — wide, womanly, made for gripping. Her buttocks are high, round, and plush — the kind that bounce gently with each step, firm enough to hold shape, soft enough to sink your fingers into. When she walks away in a saree or nightgown, the hypnotic roll of those full globes is almost criminal.
Her thighs are thick yet toned, with that soft inner flesh that trembles when you kiss it. Her calves are beautifully curved, ending in small, elegant feet with high arches — always adorned with silver toe rings and crimson nail polish.
And between those thighs… a neatly trimmed triangle of soft black curls framing the most delicate, petal-pink lips that flush darker rose when she's aroused, glistening like morning dew.
Our First Night – Two years ago
The room was lit only by the soft glow of oil lamps and strings of marigold. Ananya sat on the edge of the flower-strewn bed in a heavy red bridal saree, eyes lowered, hands trembling slightly in her lap, the gold bangles and glass chooda making tiny music.
I lifted her chin. Those chocolate eyes met mine — nervous, excited, trusting.
I kissed her slowly at first — just lips brushing lips. Then deeper. Her mouth opened like a flower under rain. She tasted of paan, cardamom, and something uniquely her.
Piece by piece I unwrapped her.
When the saree pallu fell, her breasts rose and fell rapidly under the tight red blouse. I kissed the valley between them, felt her heartbeat thundering.
I untied the strings. Her breasts spilled free — heavy, warm, nipples already tight and dark. I took one into my mouth, rolling my tongue slowly. She gasped, fingers flying to my hair, a soft "Rajesh…" escaping her lips.
I laid her back. Kissed down her stomach. When my tongue dipped into that deep navel she arched violently, a low moan tearing from her throat. The belly chain tinkled like temple bells.
I peeled her petticoat down. Her hips lifted to help me. Those lush buttocks gleamed in the lamplight. I turned her over gently, kissed the dimples above her ass, bit the soft flesh lightly. She pushed back against my mouth instinctively.
When I finally parted her thighs, she was already soaked — glistening, swollen, fragrant. I tasted her slowly, reverently. She came the first time with a shocked cry, thighs clamping around my head, fingers twisting in the bedsheet.
Then I entered her — slowly, inch by inch. She was tight, hot, fluttering around me. A single tear slipped from her eye — not pain, but overwhelming emotion. We moved together, slow at first, then faster, deeper. Her nails raked my back. Her hips rose to meet every thrust. The belly chain chimed wildly.
When she came again, she clenched so hard around me I couldn't hold back. I spilled inside her with a guttural groan, her name on my lips.
We lay tangled, sweating, hearts pounding, her head on my chest, my fingers lazily circling her navel.
That was our beginning.
Our happy married life in the peaceful duplex home in Mumbai
Two years later.
Our duplex in Powai is quiet, fragrant with mogra from the balcony pots. Mornings — she wakes me with soft kisses along my jaw, then disappears to make filter coffee. I find her in the kitchen wearing only my white shirt, unbuttoned, the hem barely covering the curve of her buttocks. The belly chain glints against her honey skin.
I come up behind her, slide my hands under the shirt, cup her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing those sensitive nipples until they pebble. She leans back against me, head on my shoulder, soft moans as I kiss her neck.
Some evenings she wears a thin cotton nightie — no bra, no panties. The dark circles of her areolas show through the fabric. She sits in my lap on the sofa, straddling me, rocking slowly while we kiss like teenagers. Her navel presses against my stomach. I slide a finger into that deep hollow while she rides me.
Nights in bed are slow, luxurious. I love to oil her body — warm coconut oil dripping down her spine, into the cleft of her buttocks, circling her navel until she’s squirming. Then I take her from behind, hands gripping those wide hips, watching her ass ripple with every deep thrust while the belly chain sings.
She loves when I worship her navel — licking, sucking, pressing my tongue deep while my fingers stroke between her legs. She comes hardest that way, thighs shaking, crying my name.
We are still burning for each other — the same heat as the first night, just deeper, more knowing.
Ananya is my addiction, my peace, my fire.
And every time she walks toward me — hips swaying, navel winking under the chain, breasts moving softly, that dimpled smile — I fall in love all over again.

[kirak9484]

Please give comments whether positive or negative. and likes.. It will give me to write more hot.

[Pvzro]

Excellent fantastic story

Thank u so much for a great writing 

Keep writing !!!

[kirak9484]

Excellent fantastic story

Thank u so much for a great writing 

Keep writing !!!

Thank you very much

[Naga240]

Good start

[Blackdick11]

Nice beginning
curious how it all led to this.

[dubukh]

Good start. I can understand the ceo doing naughty things with her. But why his gym friend is also doing her, is the question. Please continue bro

[Tamilmathi]

What kind of story , this
Cuckold or adulterly

[gvsubu1995]

Excellent story. Keep update

[kirak9484]

Good start

Thank you