Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

The Strange Desire

Srinu's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and anger. The vivid imaginings of Ganga’s actions in the room were too much for him to bear. Suddenly, he snapped out of his thoughts with a loud, anguished cry, "Randiiiiiiiiii sali, Benchod!" His phone slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor as he broke down, crying and shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Why did that bitch go back to them? Why didn’t she come running to me? Do they mean more to her than her dying husband who was unconscious?" Srinu's cries echoed through the room, raw and heart-wrenching.

Yin tried to soothe him, "No, Srinu, stop cursing your wife. These are just your thoughts. You don't know what exactly happened in that room." Yin’s voice was calm, filled with empathy and reason as he attempted to console Srinu.

But Yang interjected forcefully, his voice booming with conviction, "Shut up, Yin! Stop giving him false hope. You don't know what happened in that room either. How can you say that his imagination is wrong?"

Yin responded with gentle assurance, "Because I know she would not do anything that would hurt Srinu. She is loyal to him. She loves Srinu."

Yang scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm and challenge, "Oh yeah? Then answer my questions. Why did she change her seat during the interval in the theatre? Why did she go to the bathroom which was far away rather than using the nearest one? More importantly, why did she close the door when she saw Srinu?"

Before Yin could respond, Srinu interrupted both of them, his voice choked with despair, "Please, stop both of you. I can't take this anymore. Why is this happening to me? Why?"

Yin pleaded, "Please, Srinu, don’t do this to yourself. Have some faith in her. These are just your thoughts that Yang is showing you. Remember, he is your dark side. Don’t let the darkness take over you."

Yang cut Yin off again, making mocking hand gestures that suggested Yin was weak. "Yin, please, for once in your life, stop being weak. Srinu, stop listening to Yin. He will show you that everything is fine but will never answer your questions. I am the only one who can show you the path. So let me show you. Let me in!"

Srinu stood up silently, feeling the intense conflict within him, the struggle between light and dark. He could clearly feel both Yin and Yang, both light and dark sides within him. He thought to himself amidst the tumultuous emotions swirling in his head. There was a strange desire to go with Yang and actually see what happened next when she went back to them in the room. There was a perverse excitement pulsing through his veins at the thought of his wife returning to them rather than coming to tend to his unconscious body.

Yang's voice broke through his thoughts, "Ah! Srinu, so you want to know what happens next, right?"

Srinu, confused yet driven by a strange compulsion, asked, "But how did you know what I was thinking?"

Yang's voice was sly and knowing, "Did you forget we are both inside your head? We know exactly what you're thinking. Now answer my question, do you want to know what happens next?"

Yin pleaded desperately, "Srinu, please don’t do it. There is no coming back."

Srinu looked down, his mind a battleground of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a heavy heart and a sense of inevitability, he whispered, "Sorry, Yin, I have to know."

Yang's triumphant laughter echoed in his ears as he felt himself slipping back into the dark and painful imaginings. The excitement and dread mingled within him, leading him further down the path of darkness, seeking the twisted truths his mind was desperate to uncover.

Srinu's heart raced as he stood in the surreal landscape of his imagination, orchestrated by Yang. He could barely breathe as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"But tell me something first before we see what happens next," Srinu interrupted Yang's laughter, his voice trembling. "Why did she go back to the room moments after she left? Why did she not come to me?"

Yang's eyes gleamed with a sinister satisfaction. "Oh, you want to know why that Randi went back?" he sneered, the word slicing through Srinu like a knife. A jolt went down Srinu's body when he heard Yang call Ganga Randi.
Srinu, feeling a strange thrill, replied, "Yes, I want to know why that Randi went back." He was surprised by the excitement he felt calling Ganga a Randi.
"Okay, I will show you, but we have to go back a few moments before our last imagination ended," Yang said, his voice dripping with dark anticipation. "We have to go back and see what happened when she left the room after they let her go."

With a snap of his fingers, Yang transcended both Srinu and himself back to the building. Srinu watched as Ganga left the room where Javed and Chacha were. She was just a few steps away from exiting the 2BHK flat when she suddenly stopped to put her saree back together. She adjusted her pallu and her blouse, clearly seeing the bite marks and saliva Javed had left on her skin. Swiftly, she wiped his saliva with her right hand, feeling it on her lips as well. She tried to wipe it off, but accidentally inhaled the scent of his saliva, triggering a flood of memories from the passionate, unwanted encounter.
A wave of emotions surged through her body, and she leaned against the wall. Her head filled with the recollections of Javed's biting, his hands massaging her breasts, his hips grinding against her stomach. She also remembered Chacha watching and masturbating while his dick was visible through his lungi. A sudden wind blew through the windows, hitting her body and making her aware of the cool air under her saree. She was shocked at how it felt and a disturbing question popped into her head: "Is my pussy wet?"

Her breathing became heavy as she cursed her body for its betrayal. She remembered her unconscious husband lying on the floor below. "How will I help him?" she wondered. In the background, she could hear Javed and Chacha arguing. An insidious voice inside her head suggested, "Just ask Javed and Chacha for help!". The voice in her head was persistent, whispering insidiously, "Just ask Javed and Chacha for help." She couldn't believe what she was hearing from her own mind.

"Why am I thinking this way?" she wondered, a mix of confusion and horror gripping her. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, to run far away from the men who had violated her, yet the voice kept suggesting otherwise. "Why does that voice in my head want to go back?"
She felt an unsettling thrill course through her body, adding to her confusion. Her thoughts were a whirlpool of conflicting emotions: the revulsion at what had happened, the shame of her body's response, and the inexplicable draw to return. she questioned herself "How will I take my husband to the hospital?" Again, the voice urged her, "Just ask Javed and Chacha to drive you to the hospital." Ganga questioned her sanity. "How can I even consider going back? My husband is lying unconscious downstairs. I should be thinking about how to help him, not entertaining these vile thoughts." Yet the voice persisted, more logical and persuasive than she was comfortable admitting. "Just ask Javed and Chacha to drive you to the hospital," it urged.
Her frustration grew as the voice continued to answer her questions, always pushing her back to Javed and Chacha. She felt a strange excitement in her stomach, her body sweating from the arousal. Her body was sweaty from the confusing mix of fear and excitement. Ganga was furious with herself. "Why am I thinking this way? Why is my body reacting like this?" She cursed her physical response, the unwelcome arousal that betrayed her mind's anguish.
She tried to shake the thoughts away, but the voice's reasoning started to make unsettling sense. Her breath quickened as she realized she was contemplating returning to the room. "How will I take my husband to the hospital alone?" she asked herself. The logical part of her knew she needed help to move Srinu, but the emotional part of her was horrified at the idea of returning to those men.

she FINALLY asked herself " Do I want to go back, even though my husband is dying?". To her utter shock, the voice calmly replied, "He's not dying, he's just unconscious. There's time to help him." Ganga felt a wave of guilt and anger. "How can I even think this way? How can I prioritize anything over my husband's safety?" She felt disgusted with herself, but the voice's logic was relentless, weaving through her thoughts like a persistent thread.
She was paralyzed by her internal conflict, the push and pull between duty and an inexplicable desire. Tears streamed down her face, torn between escaping and returning. "Why is my mind betraying me like this? Why am I even considering going back?" Her body and mind were at war, each pulling her in a different direction. She hated the voice in her head but couldn't silence it.She leaned against the wall, looking between the exit and the room where Javed and Chacha were arguing. Her head moved back and forth as she struggled with the decision.
Finally, tears streaming down her face, she wiped them with her saree and stood up, her face downcast.
Srinu watched, his heart shattering, as Ganga turned back towards the room. she started walking towards the room and away from the exit, each step a dagger to his heart.

Srinu saw Ganga moving back towards the room, away from the exit. She realized her blouse hooks were completely open, and anybody could see her bra. She tried to hook her blouse, but her hands were too tired from fighting against Javed previously. She asked herself, 'How will I return to the room with my blouse open? How am I going to hook my blouse with these tired hands?' Immediately, the voice inside her head answered, this time in a naughty way, 'I should ask Javed and Chacha to help me with my blouse hooks.' Another voice in her head answered even more mischievously, 'Why would they help with my blouse? They would rather want me to take it off.' The first voice replied, 'I don't think they will have the patience to wait till I take my blouse off. They would tear it away.' Ganga laughed a little at the last statement coming from her head. She was surprised and angry at the same time that she was enjoying herself listening to the naughty voices in her head.

As she was slowly moving towards the room, she wondered, 'Should I ask them to help me with my blouse?' She immediately countered herself, 'Did I forget what they wanted to do to me?' The voice in her head questioned mischievously, 'What exactly did they want to do to me? More importantly, what will they do to me if they see me again?' The very thought sent jolts through her body, and immediately, the voices in her head started to paint a picture of what they might do to her if she went back. One of her voices in her head said, 'This time the deal will be more than a kiss.' Another voice continued, 'Oh yes! Javed looked very thirsty. He wanted to drink milk from my breasts.

This time he wouldn’t just stop with a kiss.' The first voice replied, 'Yeah, last time he was sucking over my nipple with my blouse intact. This time he will definitely take my blouse off.' The voice continued with mischief in its tone, 'He would not have much of a problem removing my blouse as it is already half removed.' The second voice interrupted, saying, 'Don’t forget about Chacha. Remember how thirsty he was while looking at both of us kissing. He would definitely want some milk to quench his thirst too.' The first voice replied, laughing mischievously in her head, 'Oh, I do not think Javed will allow Chacha anywhere near my breasts. He definitely wants them all to himself.' A third voice, sounding very naughty, said, 'Oh, there is another place where he can quench his thirst. It’s really wet down there.' The first voice questioned, despite knowing the answer, 'Where?' The third voice answered, 'My wet pussy.'

Ganga stopped walking after hearing the answer. Her body started trembling out of excitement. She could feel butterflies flying in her stomach. She had never felt this strange in her life. Her breathing got heavy, and she was sweating just thinking about what they might do to her. As she stood there contemplating her thoughts, she could hear Javed and Chacha still arguing in the room. With trembling hands, she took her pallu and wiped the sweat off her face. She took a deep breath to calm herself and asked her inner voice, 'They will start helping me after they quench their thirst, right?' Accepting them drinking juices from her body in exchange for helping her take her husband to the hospital, the first voice answered sarcastically, 'Sure, they will help you. They might even pay the hospital bill.'

The second voice snapped at Ganga, 'Do you seriously think they would let you go by just drinking from your breasts?' 'What more will they do?' Ganga asked the voices in her innocently. The third voice whispered in her head, 'They will FUCK you.' Her knees almost buckled after listening to that answer. She somehow held herself together. The first voice continued, 'It is going to take a long time if they take turns to fuck me.' Ganga was completely shocked that her inner voices were more worried about how much time it would take for Javed and Chacha to fuck her, rather than worrying about them actually fucking her. The second voice replied, laughing mischievously, 'It would not take long if we had a threesome.'

When Ganga heard the word "threesome" echo in her mind, a cascade of sensations and emotions overwhelmed her. It was as if time itself had paused, allowing her to fully absorb and react to the implication of that single, provocative word.

A shiver ran down her spine, not from fear, but from a strange and unexpected thrill. Her heart began to race, thudding loudly in her chest, each beat sending a pulse of excitement through her veins. She felt a tingling sensation spread from her core, radiating outwards to her extremities. Her fingers and toes tingled with a curious energy, and she found herself unable to stay still.

Her stomach fluttered with an almost unbearable excitement, akin to butterflies, but much more intense. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, a mix of trepidation and a bizarre sense of anticipation. She felt a warmth rising in her cheeks, a blush that spread rapidly, and she instinctively brought her hand up to her face, feeling the heat emanating from her skin.

Her breathing became shallow and rapid, each breath a struggle as she tried to process the conflicting emotions swirling within her. The thought of being with Javed and Chacha together, both of them taking her, filled her with a mixture of dread and an undeniable arousal that she couldn't quite comprehend. The voices in her head, painting vivid pictures of what might happen, only intensified these feelings.

A sense of shame washed over her, mingling with the excitement, as she realized how her body was betraying her. The very idea of a threesome with these men, men who had violated her, should have repulsed her entirely. Instead, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the notion, her mind conjuring images that made her pulse quicken and her body respond in ways she couldn't control.

The thought of both men focusing their attention on her, their combined desire and lust, sent another jolt of excitement through her.

Her body reacted instinctively, her skin growing more sensitive to the touch of her saree and blouse. She could feel a dampness gathering between her legs, a physical manifestation of her arousal that she couldn't deny. This undeniable proof of her excitement only deepened her internal conflict, making her question everything she thought she knew about herself.

The word "threesome" hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of forbidden pleasure that she couldn't easily dismiss. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering between her duty to her husband and her inexplicable desire for these two men. The very idea of them sharing her, taking turns to satisfy their lust, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

At that moment, she felt a transformation taking place within her. The voices in her head merged, creating a new, more daring version of herself. This new Ganga was unafraid of her desires, willing to explore the depths of her arousal even if it meant stepping into the unknown. She embraced the naughtiness and the thrill of the forbidden, allowing herself to be swept away by the powerful currents of her emotions.

As she stood there, trembling with excitement and anticipation, she realized that her body had taken over, guiding her actions without the need for conscious thought. The fear and pain that had previously dominated her expression were replaced by a naughty smile that spread across her lips. She could feel the change within her, a rebirth of sorts, as she embraced her desires and prepared to step back into the room.

Ganga's transformation was complete. She had become a new person, driven by the powerful combination of fear, excitement, and an insatiable curiosity about what awaited her with Javed and Chacha. Her pace quickened, and she felt a sense of urgency propelling her forward. The thought of a threesome, once unthinkable, now fueled her steps as she moved with purpose towards the room where Javed and Chacha awaited.

Srinu, watching through his imagination, was stunned by the change in her demeanor. The woman he saw now was a far cry from the one he had known. Her fear and pain were gone, replaced by a confident, almost eager stride. As he heard her giggle and murmur "threesome, huh?" he felt a mix of betrayal and a strange, unsettling excitement. The realization that his wife was running towards a threesome with third-class laborers filled him with conflicting emotions, making him question everything he thought he knew about her. He involuntarily cursed her saying 'what a whore!!'

Dream Come True

Srinu watched as Ganga approached the room, her steps hesitant but determined. She paused a few steps away, clearly eavesdropping on the heated conversation between Javed and Chacha. Despite being overtaken by this newfound, darker side of herself, Ganga still felt a deep sense of betrayal by her own body. Her rational mind was at war with her physical responses, struggling to regain control and go back to Srinu.

As she stood outside the room, she heard Chacha arguing with Javed about her. "What kind of woman is she? We must have her tonight," Chacha insisted. Javed's confident response—that she would return if she enjoyed what they had done to her—struck a chord within Ganga. The words echoed in her mind as she questioned herself, "Did I actually like what they did to me?" The answer came swiftly and unequivocally, "Then why else would my pussy be wet?"

This internal dialogue felt as if she was talking to herself directly, without the interference of the multiple voices that had previously battled within her. Those voices had now merged into a singular desire, making it clear that it wasn't just a part of her that wanted to go back into the room; it was her entire being.

Hearing the men place a silly bet on whether she would return made her giggle quietly to herself. "Yah boodha aaj apanee panchar kee dukaan kho dega" [This old man will lose his puncture shop today], she thought, surprised at how much she was in sync with their thoughts and how much she was enjoying the anticipation.

With a deep breath, she resolved to enter the room. She gathered herself, feeling a strange sense of anticipation, and started moving towards the door. Srinu, through his third eye of imagination, watched as Ganga stepped inside the room.

Her entrance abruptly halting the conversation between Javed and Chacha. Both men were stunned into silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. They exchanged looks of shock and amazement, unable to comprehend that she had actually returned. Chacha, so astounded, pinched himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming, while Javed stood speechless, unable to process the reality in front of him.

Ganga, noticing their astonished expressions, turned her back to them, exposing her unhooked blouse that dangled loosely, revealing her bra and bareback. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Javed's first, then Chacha's. with a mischievous glint in her eyes and asked in a soft, teasing voice, "Can you please help with my blouse?" her voice soft yet carrying a hint of playful innocence. She turned her head slightly, looking at them with a naughty smile that sent a shiver down their spines.

Javed's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He could see the playful glint in her eyes, the teasing smile on her lips. Chacha, equally stunned, looked at Javed for a moment, then back at Ganga, trying to process what was happening.

Javed and Chacha were still immobilized, acting as if they had seen a ghost. Seeing them unresponsive, Ganga took two steps back, getting closer to them. She repeated, "I can't show up like this in front of my husband. My hands are too tired. Can you please help with my blouse?"

The men remained speechless, but Chacha pushed Javed forward, urging him to take the lead. Javed finally moved closer to Ganga, his breath heavy and his hands trembling. He couldn't believe what was happening and thought to himself, "Is she actually allowing me to touch her? How could this even happen to a guy like me?"

Seeing his hands tremble, Ganga thought, "Oh, how the tables have turned," and giggled, hiding her smile from Javed with her hand. He brought his hands closer to Ganga's blouse, and to his surprise, Ganga leaned back a little, as if encouraging him to proceed. Finally, Javed held the blouse hooks in his hands and started hooking them. He fastened the first hook and was about to hook the second one when Ganga moved away from him.

He looked at Ganga with confusion in his eyes. Ganga turned her head slightly to look at Javed and said, "I asked you to help with my blouse, not just with the hooks."

Javed scratched his head in confusion and asked, "What do you mean, madam, by helping with your blouse?"

Ganga replied, "You guys dragged me through the dirt. Look how dirty it is." She started swirling a little to show Javed her dirty blouse. Javed could clearly see her cleavage through the loose fabric when she was turning her body. Noticing this, Ganga intentionally brought her hands close to each other, pressing her breasts together to make them more prominent. Javed licked his lips, lost in the sight.

"Did you see?" she asked again, snapping Javed out of his trance.

Javed, still unable to find the right words and having no clue what she was talking about, asked, "What, madam?"

"The dirt on my blouse," she replied.

"Oh, I did not see that, madam," Javed answered.

"You did not see the dirt on my blouse. Then what were you looking at?" she asked, raising her eyebrows teasingly.

"I was... I was loo—" Javed stammered, then tried to change the subject by asking, "What was it you needed help with, madam?"

Ganga replied, "As you can see, my blouse is dirty. So—" she paused for a moment.

"So?" Javed repeated after her.

Ganga leaned closer to Javed and said in a low voice, "So I want you to help me remove my blouse."

Javed's heart skipped a beat at her request. His jaw dropped, and he stared at her blankly. Ganga continued, "I also want you to give me your shirt to wear. You see, I cannot go to my husband with dirty clothes."

She stopped and looked at Javed for his reaction, but Javed was completely lost when she mentioned removing her blouse. He was speechless, his mind racing with excitement and disbelief.

Chacha saw ganga whisper something to Javed which he could not hear. ChaCha saw Javed standing there motionless. He thought to himself, 'What did she say to him that made him motionless?' Out of frustration, he shouted at Javed, "Hey Javed, what is she saying?"

Javed snapped out of his shock and turned his head towards Chacha. With a trembling voice, he replied, "She is asking me to remove her blouse."

Chacha was even more surprised than Javed. He looked at Ganga and Javed one at a time with confusion. It took a moment, but he finally understood what she wanted and shouted at Javed with an excited voice, "Javed, pakad usko. Randi chudvane yahaan aaee hee yeh." [Javed, grab her. The bitch came here to get fucked.]

Hearing what Chacha had said, Javed turned his head back towards Ganga with a mix of disbelief and excitement. The room seemed to pulsate with tension, every second stretching into an eternity. He immediately sprang into action, grabbing Ganga around her waist. Chacha, seeing Javed's move, quickly followed suit, grabbing her legs. Together, they lifted her, holding her tight as if she might try to escape again.

They carried her back into the room and slowly set her down. For a moment, the three of them stood there, caught in a strange, tense silence, each waiting for someone else to make the first move. Finally, Javed took the initiative. He reached around Ganga's waist, pulling her towards him. She came crashing onto his chest, her breasts pressing against him. She was breathing heavily, excitement evident in her movements. Her chest heaved, and her breasts moved up and down, pressing and massaging Javed's chest with each breath.

Javed could no longer hold back. He grabbed the back of her head with his right hand, pulling her closer to his face, and started kissing her lips. To his surprise, her body offered no resistance. Instead, she kissed him back with the same intensity. It felt like they were picking up right where they had left off, kissing like long-lost lovers who had finally found each other again.

Chacha did not want to be a mere spectator this time. He watched as Javed pulled Ganga towards him and started kissing her. His excitement grew, and he felt a surge of desire to join in. Without wasting any more time, he quickly removed his lungi and discarded it, revealing his eagerness to participate. He was completely naked waist down.

Chacha approached Ganga from behind, his intentions clear. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his body against hers. Ganga could feel his arousal as he pressed his hard penis against her soft and firm buttocks. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and her body responded with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

As Javed continued to kiss Ganga passionately, Chacha began to explore her body from behind. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing her hips and sliding up her sides. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck, and planted soft kisses along her shoulder. The dual sensation of Javed's fervent kissing and Chacha's touch from behind overwhelmed Ganga, making her feel a whirlwind of emotions and physical sensations.

Chacha's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring the moment. He slid his hands up from her waist to her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging them through the fabric of her blouse. His touch was rough yet eager, kneading her flesh with increasing intensity. Ganga's breathing became more rapid, her body caught between the two men, each touch heightening the intensity of the moment.

Chacha buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. The smell of her sweat mixed with the remnants of her perfume created an intoxicating aroma that drove him wild. He moved his mouth to her neck, licking and kissing her skin with fervor. His tongue traced a path from her collarbone up to her ear, where he nibbled gently, sending electric sensations through her body.

As he continued to press his erection against her buttocks, Chacha's movements became more insistent. He pressed himself harder against her, his hips grinding in rhythm with Javed's humping against her soft belly. Ganga felt overwhelmed by the dual assault on her senses, her body responding involuntarily to the relentless stimulation.

Chacha's hands continued their exploration, sliding down her sides to her hips, and then back up to her breasts. He massaged and squeezed her flesh, his touch becoming more urgent. He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, madam. I can't get enough of you."

Ganga's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. Her body betrayed her with its responses, each touch and caress sending waves of conflicting emotions through her. She was caught in a maelstrom of sensations, unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure and the undeniable arousal that both men elicited from her.

Javed's kiss on Ganga's lips was fervent and desperate, filled with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His lips pressed against hers with a forceful passion, moving with a rhythm that spoke of his deep-seated desire. His hands cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together.

His kisses moved from her lips to her jawline, trailing down to her neck. He kissed and licked her skin, leaving a wet trail of his passion. Each kiss felt like a brand, marking her as his. Ganga tilted her head back, giving him better access, her body arching into his touch. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, his kisses becoming more urgent and demanding.

Ganga's lips parted under the pressure of his, allowing his tongue to slip inside her mouth. He explored her mouth with a voracious appetite, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting every corner. He was drinking her saliva, as if it was nectar, trying to consume every essence of her being. The kiss was intense, leaving no room for anything else but the raw emotion and lust that flowed between them.

As Javed kissed her, his hard penis pressed against her soft belly. Each thrust and grind sent waves of conflicting sensations through Ganga. She could feel the heat of his arousal against her skin, the firmness of his erection contrasting sharply with the softness of her own body. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, each motion pressing his erection insistently into her belly button. The sensation was both maddening and exhilarating, sending jolts of pleasure and anticipation through her body.

Ganga's body responded involuntarily, her hips moving slightly in sync with Javed's thrusts. The sensation of his penis pressing into her belly button was both strange and arousing, adding another layer of complexity to the emotions she was experiencing. Her breath came in short gasps between their kisses, her heart racing in her chest.

Javed's kisses grew more fervent, his desire evident in every movement. He nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it gently before diving back into the kiss with renewed intensity. Ganga's hands clutched at Javed's shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to anchor herself in the storm of sensations.

Ganga found herself caught in the intense embrace of Javed and Chacha. She was amazed at how her body seemed to betray her, showing no resistance and instead participating in the act with a passion she had not known existed within her.

As Javed's lips pressed against hers, she felt the fervor of his kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and exploring every corner. Her initial shock gave way to a surprising acceptance, her body responding instinctively. She found herself returning the favor, her own tongue entering his mouth, engaging in a passionate dance. She blessed him with her saliva, which he drank eagerly, slurping on her tongue like a desperate man lost in a desert, parched for water. The intensity of his need and the way he savored every drop of her essence left her breathless and bewildered.

Her thoughts raced as she realized how she had embraced Javed's kiss. There was no hesitation, no reluctance. Instead, she had welcomed his intrusion, her body moving in sync with his as if it had a mind of its own. The realization that she had responded so passionately to his kiss, that she had allowed him to dominate her mouth and had even enjoyed it, left her both amazed and confused.

Meanwhile, Chacha's presence behind her added another layer of sensation. She could feel his hard penis pressing against her ass, the heat and firmness of his arousal unmistakable. Instead of recoiling, she found herself pushing her hips back into him, meeting his thrusts with her own movements. The feeling of his hardness against her softness sent shivers down her spine, her body responding with an eagerness that surprised her.

When Chacha leaned in to kiss her neck, she instinctively reached back with her right hand, holding his head and encouraging him to continue. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, pushing his head into her neck. The sensation of his lips and tongue on her skin, combined with the pressure of his body against hers, created a heady mix of pleasure and desire. She was amazed at how naturally her body accepted his advances, how she welcomed his touch and even craved more.

Ganga's mind struggled to comprehend the extent of her own participation. She was not just a passive recipient; she was an active participant, her body and actions reflecting a deep-seated desire that she had never acknowledged before. The passion that flowed between them, the way her body moved in harmony with theirs, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Her body was producing juices that emitted an intoxicating scent, so potent that even the goddess of sex would be turned on. Her armpits were sweaty, and her vagina was dripping with juices, clearly indicating that her body was ready for sex. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mixing with the sweat and heat of the moment, creating an atmosphere charged with raw, primal desire.

At that moment, she was caught between the reality of her situation and the undeniable truth of her body's response. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to regain control, but her body seemed to have a will of its own, driven by a primal need that defied logic and reason. The pleasure, the intensity, the sheer rawness of the act left her breathless and yearning for more, even as her mind struggled to make sense of it all.

Ganga was left in awe of her own reactions, her thoughts a chaotic blend of shock, amazement, and undeniable arousal. She couldn't understand how she had reached this point, how she had allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of their touch. Yet, as Javed and Chacha continued their ministrations, she couldn't deny the truth: her body had found a pleasure in their embrace that she had never known before, and it responded with a fervor that left her both exhilarated and deeply conflicted.

As they continued, Chacha's actions grew increasingly bold and invasive. With Javed and Ganga deeply engrossed in their passionate kiss, Chacha took advantage of the moment to further explore Ganga's body.

Chacha moved his attention from Ganga's neck to her shoulder. He carefully slid her blouse slightly to the side with his right hand, revealing the strap of her bra. The sight of the tight strap pressing into her soft flesh captivated him, and he couldn't resist the urge to dig into her flesh with his mouth. He bit around the strap, his teeth grazing her skin, and then, clutching the strap with his teeth, he lifted it slightly before letting it snap back against her shoulder. The elasticity of the bra strap caused it to hit her with a sharp pat sound, eliciting a moan of pain from Ganga.

The sound of her moan turned Chacha on even more. He wanted to get Ganga's attention, so he repeated the action, pulling her bra strap with his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin multiple times. Each time, Ganga winced in pain, and the involuntary moans that escaped her lips only fueled Chacha's desire. The repeated snapping of the strap eventually forced Ganga to break away from her kiss with Javed. She turned her head back to see what was causing the pain, while Javed continued to kiss her cheeks.

Chacha and Ganga's eyes met for a moment, and he could see the question in her eyes: "What are you trying to do?" In response, Chacha demonstrated by slowly pulling her bra strap with his teeth and letting it go again. Ganga bit her lower lip to suppress the pain, her eyes still locked on Chacha. Seeing her biting her own lip, Chacha felt an overwhelming urge to bite her lips himself. He leaned forward, intending to kiss her, but before he could reach her, Javed, with his left hand, turned Ganga's face back towards him and resumed kissing her with fervor.

Disappointed, Chacha moved back to kissing her shoulder. He kissed along her bra strap, tracing it down to where her bra was fastened. With the urgency of a hungry animal wanting to reach its prey, he held the hooks of her bra in his mouth and tried to unhook them with his teeth, grunting with the effort. Finally, he succeeded in undoing her bra hooks, revealing the skin marked by the tight bra. Chacha passionately kissed and licked the same spot, savoring the taste of her skin.
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