Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Chacha continued kissing her back, which was arched towards him while he humped her from behind. He then kneeled down, facing her ass directly. Like a pig searching for truffles, he moved his head forward to smell her ass over her saree. He took a deep breath, inhaling her body scents. His nostrils filled with the intoxicating aroma of her vaginal juices and the natural scent of her ass. The smell drove him mad with desire. He neighed like a horse desperate to mate.

Lost in her scents, Chacha acted on impulse. He grabbed a handful of her right buttock in his mouth and bit down hard. The sharp pain caused Ganga to cry out loudly, breaking her kiss with Javed. Javed, hearing Ganga's loud cry, looked down at Chacha and realized what he had done. His eyes filled with anger as he shouted at Chacha, "What do you think she is, a mutton piece that you can bite?" His voice was stern and filled with authority. "Now get out of here and stand outside the room," he commanded.

Chacha, realizing the gravity of his mistake, stood up with his face downcast. The shame and disappointment were evident in his posture as he walked away from Javed and Ganga, heading towards the door.

Srinu watched as Javed got angry and ordered Chacha out of the room. Chacha started to move away, looking dejected. Javed turned back to Ganga, ready to resume their kiss, but to his surprise, Ganga moved towards Chacha and held his hand to stop him. Chacha stopped and turned to look at Ganga, his face reflecting the shame of being scolded by Javed. Ganga gave him a sweet smile, reassuring him that he had not done anything wrong.

Then, turning her head towards Javed, she gave him a mischievous smile and said, "Bakra katega toh sab mein batega" [If a goat is slaughtered, it should be shared by all], referring to Javed's earlier comparison of her to a piece of mutton.

Javed was completely taken aback. Hearing her use slang words typically spoken by 3rd class people and laborers like them shocked him. But what shocked him even more was her implication that she should be shared between them.

Without waiting for a response from Javed, Ganga turned back to Chacha and launched herself at him, kissing him passionately on the lips. This action surprised all three of them: Srinu, who was watching from his imagined vantage point; Javed, who stood there in shock; and Chacha, who was being kissed. It was especially shocking to Javed because he knew how dirty Chacha's mouth was, Chacha's teeth were a sight that could make even the most hardened individual cringe. Years of neglect and his addiction to gutkha had left his teeth stained a deep, sickly red. The remnants of the chewing tobacco clung stubbornly to his teeth, forming unsightly patches that were impossible to ignore. His gums were a darkened hue, receding from his teeth and leaving them looking even more grotesque. The smell of stale tobacco and neglect emanated from his mouth, creating a noxious cloud that often made those around him wince.

Javed had always been aware of Chacha's poor oral hygiene. He recalled how even the prostitutes they frequented would refuse to kiss Chacha on the lips, finding other ways to engage with him to avoid the foulness of his mouth. The red-stained teeth and foul breath had become a part of Chacha's identity, a constant reminder of his rough lifestyle and lack of care for personal hygiene.

Despite this, Ganga kissed him passionately, disregarding the filth and the smell. It was a sight that left Javed completely stunned, turning him on even more as he thought, "Kya randi hai yaar" [What a whore she is, man]. The contrast between her apparent refinement and the degrading situation she found herself in, willingly kissing Chacha with his dirty teeth, created a surreal and intoxicating moment for Javed.

Ganga's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she leaned in to kiss Chacha. She could taste the bitterness of gutkha on his lip. The foul odor of tobacco and neglect assaulted her senses, but she found herself pushing through the revulsion, driven by a newfound abandon she had never felt before.

As their lips met, the kiss was surprisingly intense. Chacha's rough, calloused hands cupped her face with a desperation that matched the hunger in his kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, but the underlying grit of the gutkha added a rough texture to the experience. Ganga's initial hesitation melted away as she felt a rush of adrenaline, her body responding with an unexpected intensity. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a heady mix of fear, excitement, and arousal coursed through her veins.

Chacha was taken aback by the fervor with which Ganga kissed him. He had expected her to be hesitant, repulsed even, but instead, she kissed him with a passion that bordered on feral. Her lips moved against his with a fierce hunger, and her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring it with an eagerness that matched his own. The taste of her mingled with the bitter tang of gutkha, creating a heady cocktail that heightened the intensity of their kiss.

Ganga could feel Chacha's breath coming in ragged gasps as he deepened the kiss, his hands moving from her face to her shoulders, pulling her closer. The sensation of his rough hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself pressing into him. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldn't get enough of the gritty, intoxicating kiss.

As they kissed, Ganga's thoughts were a chaotic jumble. She marveled at how her body was betraying her, how it was responding with such intense passion to a man who repulsed her on so many levels. She couldn't understand why she was enjoying the kiss, why she was kissing him back with such fervor. The thrill of the forbidden, the degradation, and the raw, primal desire all mingled to create an experience that was as confusing as it was arousing.

Chacha's hands roamed over her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her spine, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Chacha was in a state of overwhelming excitement and desire. The intensity of the situation had taken over his senses, and he was deeply aroused. Standing there with his lungi discarded, he was completely naked from the waist down, his hard penis pressing eagerly against Ganga. It should have disgusted her, but instead, it fueled the fire burning within her. She kissed him harder, her teeth grazing his lips, drawing a grunt of pleasure from deep within his throat.

Ganga slowly stopped the kiss and moved her face away from ChaCha. They both looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Ganga gave him a smile and gently rubbed his cheek with her right thumb, a tender gesture that made ChaCha think, "What a kind woman she is."

She then turned towards Javed, who could clearly see that Ganga's lips were moist from the mixture of their saliva. Javed thought she would definitely clean ChaCha's saliva from her lips or she would throw up from the dirty smell of ChaCha's saliva. But to Javed's surprise, Ganga, with a deliberate slowness, licked her lips with her tongue, taking all the moisture into her mouth.

Ganga then, with her right hand's pointing finger, gestured for Javed to come near her. Javed moved closer to her, his heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. As he approached, he could see the glint of mischief in her eyes, and he felt an overwhelming surge of desire. He was eager to feel her lips on his again, to taste the remnants of her kiss with ChaCha.

The moment was charged with an intense erotic energy, and Javed could hardly contain himself as he closed the distance between them. Ganga's bold actions and the way she had embraced the situation with such unexpected passion left him in awe. He could sense that this encounter was about to reach a new level of intensity, and he was ready to lose himself in the heat of the moment.

Javed moved closer to Ganga, seeing her standing with her left hand around ChaCha's neck, her left breast pressing against ChaCha's chest, and ChaCha's right arm around her waist. Suddenly, Ganga grabbed Javed's shirt collar and tugged it towards her, bringing his face close to hers.

Ganga (with a naughty smile): "Chacha is a better kisser than you."

Javed couldn't believe what he was hearing. ChaCha was surprised too, but he knew that Ganga was teasing Javed and admiring him only because she felt sorry for the way Javed had insulted him previously. ChaCha was pleased by her kindness towards him.

Chacha (Javed angrily, looking at ChaCha): "Did you hear what she said? I am a better kisser than you."

ChaCha started laughing at Javed. Ganga giggled a little and smoothly slapped ChaCha's lips with her left hand, gesturing for him to stop teasing Javed.

Javed (feeling insulted and losing his temper): "Randi Saali, Chinal Aurat, tumhen us boodhe ka ganda munh pasand hai. Usake ganda munh ko Heeramandi ka randiyon ko bhi pasand nahin karti hai. [You whore, filthy woman, you like that old man's dirty mouth. Even the prostitutes in Heeramandi don't like his dirty mouth.]"

ChaCha was surprised to hear Javed calling Ganga a whore.

ChaCha (thinking): "Javed loses his mind when he gets angry."

ChaCha looked at Ganga for her reaction, and surprisingly, she was still laughing at Javed's words.

Ganga (still laughing): "Heeramandi mein randiya nahin hoti hain. Woh sirf majboori mein paison ke liye kartee hain. [There are no whores in Heeramandi. They do it out of compulsion for money.]"

Javed was speechless hearing Ganga.

ChaCha leaned his head close to her left ear and whispered.

ChaCha (whispering): "Toh phir asli randiya kahaan hoti hain? [Then where are the real whores?]"

While speaking, he moved his right arm from her waist down to her right butt cheek and slightly pressed it. Ganga turned her head to ChaCha, looking into his eyes teasingly.

Ganga (teasingly): "Achchhe ghar ke bahu mein hoti hain. [They are the daughters-in-law of good families.]"

While saying this, she moved her eyes down, pointing to her mangalsutra which was lying on her cleavage.

Javed and ChaCha were both stunned by her boldness. The air in the room was thick with tension and desire. Ganga's playful yet provocative words had a powerful impact on both men.

Both ChaCha and Javed were dumbfounded hearing her replies. Ganga, seeing their shocked faces, started giggling. Javed, remembering her insult a few moments ago, burst out in anger. He grabbed her hair with his hand, pulling her head close to his.

Javed (furious): "Randee bananeka bahut shauk haina tumhe. Chalo main tumhen dikhaata hoon, ham randiyon ke saath kya karate hain. [You really enjoy acting like a whore, don't you? Let me show you what we do with whores.]"

To Javed's surprise, Ganga did not back down and replied confidently.

Ganga (challenging): "Agar itanee dam hai toh phir dekho. [If you have the guts, then show me.]"

While saying this, she moved her head even closer to Javed's face, placing her lips millimeters away from his. He understood what she wanted and pounced on her lips, starting their passionate kiss once again. Ganga simultaneously moved her left hand, which was on ChaCha's shoulder, dug into ChaCha's hair with her fingers, and pushed him onto her neck, indicating to him that she had not forgotten about him. ChaCha complied, following her guidance while thinking, "How thoughtful she is, she doesn't want me to feel left out."

ChaCha started kissing and licking her neck while massaging her butt cheek with his right hand and holding her waist with his left. He bit her neck at regular intervals, hearing Ganga moan. The slurping noises from Javed and Ganga's kiss made him want to kiss her lips again, then a thought popped into his head, "Those are not the only lips she has."

Acting on his thoughts, he knelt and found Ganga's sari pallu lying on the ground. He immediately grabbed it and started unwinding her saree from her waist. Ganga's left hand, now free, moved and grabbed her saree, preventing it from being removed. Ganga stopped her kiss and looked down, seeing ChaCha holding her sari and trying to remove it but stopped because her left hand was holding it. ChaCha looked at Ganga with a question mark on his face.

Ganga realized her hand had moved on its own to stop a stranger from removing her saree, protecting her dignity. She felt a little ashamed of how far she had come from being a good wife to Srinu. Javed, seeing the shame on Ganga's face, whispered in her right ear.

Javed (whispering): "Randiya apane kapade utarne mein sharmaatee nahin hain. [Whores don't hesitate to remove their clothes.]"

While saying this, he moved his right hand to grab Ganga's left hand, forcing it away from her saree. Ganga turned her face towards Javed, feeling his right arm forcing her left arm away from her saree. She thought to herself, "Her body's last line of defense, embedded in muscle memory to protect her dignity as a good wife, is being forced away by a stranger."

Javed went back to kissing her lips, and ChaCha did not waste any more time removing her saree. Now, her saree was completely removed and lying on the floor.

Chacha, kneeling, looked up and took in the sight before him, every detail imprinting itself in his mind. He felt an overwhelming sense of awe. His eyes first met Ganga's face, where he saw her expressive eyes half-closed in pleasure, her long dark lashes fluttering. Her full, soft pink lips were locked in a passionate kiss with Javed's, moving sensually and rhythmically. The way they kissed showed an intense connection, with Ganga's lips parting slightly to welcome Javed's advances. Her cheeks were flushed, a mixture of arousal and exertion evident on her face.

Her dark hair cascaded around her face, framing it like a halo, and as she tilted her head, it moved with a sensual grace. Chacha saw the delicate line of her collarbone peeking out from her blouse, which was now disheveled and revealing more of her smooth, golden skin.

Javed’s hands were wrapped around Ganga's waist, pulling her closer, while one hand occasionally moved up to cradle the back of her head, deepening their kiss. Ganga’s right hand was free and roaming, occasionally clutching at Javed's shirt as the kiss grew more passionate. The slurping sounds of their kiss filled the room, a testament to the intensity and rawness of their connection.

Chacha’s gaze then moved downward, appreciating Ganga's soft belly, with its gentle curves and slight folds of belly fat, added to her allure. A small birthmark near her belly button stood out against her smooth skin, drawing attention to the natural beauty of her midsection. Her waist curved perfectly into her hips, where her pink panties clung to her form, visibly wet with vaginal juices. The panties had some hair peeking out, indicating it had been a week since her last shave. Her legs, strong and shapely, were slightly apart, and her meaty, soft thighs led down to her perfectly waxed, shiny shins and delicate feet.

Her feet, with red nail polish on her toes, looked beautiful against her fair skin. She was standing on her toes, straining upwards to meet Javed's lips, which emphasized the graceful arch of her feet and the strength in her legs.

Chacha’s eyes took in the scene with growing arousal, noting the way Ganga’s body responded to Javed’s touch and kiss. Her back arched slightly, her hips pressing forward in response to Javed’s touch, creating a mesmerizing picture of feminine beauty and desire. Her shoulders were relaxed, and her posture indicated complete surrender to the pleasure she was experiencing.

In this moment, Chacha saw not just a beautiful woman, but a vision of raw sensuality and uninhibited passion, something that made his own penis get hard.

Chacha couldn't hold himself back any longer. Seeing Ganga and Javed kissing passionately, the urge to kiss Ganga grew stronger. With a wicked smile, Chacha thought, "I am going to kiss more juicy lips than you, Javed." Acting on his thoughts, Chacha held her panty in his palms and tugged it down with force as if he wanted to tear it away. Understanding Chacha's intentions, Ganga raised her left leg in the air a little to help Chacha take her panties off. Chacha followed her cue, pulled the left side of her panties to the ground, and tapped on her right leg with his left hand, signaling her to raise her right leg. Ganga complied with his request and raised her right leg as well. Chacha successfully took her panties off her and put them aside.

Immediately, Chacha buried his face between her legs, savoring the delicious scent of her pussy. Slowly, he worked his way up towards her clitoris, applying pressure lightly at first before gradually increasing the intensity. Ganga, in response, started moaning to Chacha's advances.

Just as Chacha's tongue touched her clit, she let out a loud moan in ecstasy while she continued to kiss Javed simultaneously. Instantly, Chacha knew that she liked it. Amazingly, Ganga even parted her legs a little, allowing Chacha to pleasure her. Chacha's tongue explored every crevice and fold of her vulva, tasting each one thoroughly. Every time Chacha passed over a particularly sensitive spot, he paused momentarily to lick it clean. Within moments, his efforts paid off as her hips began rocking back and forth rhythmically. Soon afterward, her breathing grew heavier and faster. Chacha wanted to dig deep, so he tapped on her right thigh. She immediately complied and lifted her right leg a little.

Chacha grabbed her thigh from underneath with his right hand, lifted her right leg to his shoulder, and placed it over his shoulder. Then he continued stimulating her clitoris relentlessly. Her body finally surrendered to the overwhelming sensations flooding her body and started producing a trail of sticky fluids dripping down her thighs. Quickly, Chacha licked and swallowed the juices on her thighs. Then, Chacha repositioned himself so that his lips rested against her inner thigh. Ganga's moaning started getting louder each time Chacha licked her pussy. With Chacha licking her pussy, she was unable to concentrate on her kiss with Javed. But Chacha's next move made her break her kiss with Javed completely.

Next, Chacha slowly moved upward along her leg towards her vagina. While licking Ganga's juices on his lips, Chacha inserted his two fingers deep inside her vagina. Simultaneously, he moved his mouth to her clitoris and started licking it with his tongue. He slowly moved his fingers, exploring inside her vagina while keeping an eye on her facial expressions. After a few moments, Ganga's body started shivering furiously, and she stopped kissing Javed. She moved her head away from Javed. Javed noticed she stopped kissing him and saw Chacha licking her pussy. He felt a little jealous that Chacha was kissing juicier lips than he was, but he started enjoying himself, looking at Ganga's expression while she was enjoying the moment. Javed took out his hard penis from his pants and started rubbing it with his right hand. Now Chacha could see her face. Her eyes were closed with her mouth slightly open. Her face had an expression indicating she was in complete ecstasy. Chacha started moving his fingers inside her vagina to find her G spot.

Each time Chacha rubbed her clitoris, she responded, emitting loud moans of approval. Eventually, she began grinding against Chacha's fingers, rhythmically building up momentum until she finally gave up her G spot with the loudest moan till now. Chacha focused on her G spot and kept massaging it repeatedly while licking her clit. Ganga was unable to stand straight anymore from the sheer pleasure. She held Javed by putting her right hand around his neck. Then she pulled him closer to her, placing her head on his left shoulder. Javed put his left hand on her head, rubbing her soft hair. Javed looked down at Chacha and saw how Chacha was enjoying her juices. He felt he was being left out. Wanting to drink her juices too, Javed held Ganga's hair in his left palm and pulled her hair to lift her head off his left shoulder.

Javed: "Baby, please let me drink your juices too."

Ganga: (Feeling a little shy when she heard him calling her baby, enjoying the pleasure of what Chacha was doing, managed to open her eyes a little with a naughty smile on her face, while still moaning) "What do you want to drink?"

Javed: (Cupping her left boob with his right hand, massaging and pinching her nipple) "I wanted to drink your milk from the moment I saw you in the theatre."

Ganga: (Still moaning) "What will I get in return?"

Javed: (With a wicked smile forming across his face, pointing to his hard penis with his eyes, which is out of his pants) "You can drink my milk."

Ganga: (Following his eyes with her own to his hard penis and back to his face, locking his eyes with hers, moving her face forward, and whispering) "Deal!"

Javed, without wasting a moment, held her hands and yanked her already unhooked blouse in his hands. Ganga straightened her arms and raised them above her head to help Javed remove her blouse completely. Now she was just wearing her bra, covering her boobs. The bra was already unhooked by Chacha when he was licking her back. Javed effortlessly held her bra with his right hand, pulled it over her left shoulder, then followed by her right shoulder, swiftly removing her bra. Ganga was now completely naked. Javed paused for a moment, soaking in her absolute beauty. Ganga's naked breasts were a sight to behold, an exquisite blend of natural beauty and sensual allure. Her skin was a soft, creamy hue, flawless and smooth, enhancing the elegance of her curves. Her breasts were full and firm, perfectly rounded, exuding a youthful vitality. They stood proudly, with a slight, natural bounce as she moved.

The areolas were a delicate shade of pink, contrasting beautifully against the paleness of her skin. They were slightly raised, a sign of her arousal, with her nipples erect and inviting. Her nipples were small and perfectly shaped, crowning her breasts with a touch of delicate allure.

As Javed's hands explored her, he marveled at their softness, the way they yielded to his touch while maintaining their firmness. The gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath added to the mesmerizing effect, creating a rhythm that was both calming and arousing.

The curves of her breasts flowed seamlessly into the rest of her body, accentuating her slender waist and the gentle arch of her back. There was a birthmark near the top of her right breast, adding a unique and intimate touch to her flawless form.

Javed, lost in the moment, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe and desire.

Ganga, feeling a sudden wave of shyness as she noticed Javed's intense gaze on her naked breasts, instinctively moved to cover herself. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a stark contrast to the creamy hue of her skin. She crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers gently pressing into the soft, warm flesh of her breasts as she tried to hide them from Javed's hungry eyes.

Her movements were delicate and modest, a testament to her innate grace and elegance. The way she held herself, the slight quiver in her arms, and the shy, downcast look in her eyes all combined to create an image of pure, unadulterated beauty.

Javed, seeing her attempt to hide her breasts, felt a surge of both tenderness and desire. Her shyness only added to her allure, making her seem even more vulnerable and enchanting. He was struck by how genuine and unaffected she seemed, her modesty a stark contrast to the boldness she had shown just moments before.

He gently reached out and placed his hands on her wrists, his touch firm yet tender. "Baby," he whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and longing, "don't hide from me. You are beautiful."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his. In that brief exchange, Javed saw a mixture of emotions: shyness, curiosity, and a burgeoning trust. Slowly, he guided her hands away from her chest, revealing her breasts once again. As her arms moved to her sides, her breasts were exposed in all their glory, their fullness and beauty captivating Javed completely.

Unable to pull back any longer, Javed placed his hands under her arms and around her back, pulling her towards him. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and placed his mouth on her right breast, suckling gently on her nipple. Ganga's body responded instinctively, her back arching slightly as a soft moan escaped her lips.

Javed's reaction was one of pure reverence. He kissed her breasts tenderly, his lips moving from one nipple to the other, savoring the taste and feel of her soft, warm skin. His hands roamed her back, caressing her and holding her close, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.

As Javed suckled on Ganga's breasts and ChaCha devoured her between her legs, Ganga found herself lost in a whirlwind of sensations that she had never experienced before. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alight with pleasure, sending shockwaves from her chest to her core and back again.

The sensation of Javed's mouth on her breasts was electrifying. His tongue circled her nipples, flicking and teasing them until they hardened. Each time he suckled, a surge of pleasure shot through her, making her arch her back and press herself closer to him. His hands roamed her back and sides, grounding her in the intensity of the moment.

Simultaneously, ChaCha's expert tongue and fingers were working wonders on her lower body. His mouth moved expertly over her clitoris, licking and sucking with a rhythm that sent her into spasms of pleasure. The feeling of his rough hands holding her thighs apart and the occasional nip of his teeth added a raw, primal element to the experience. When his fingers joined in, sliding into her wetness and curling just right to hit her G-spot, it was almost too much to bear.

Ganga's mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions. Part of her was still grappling with the shock and disbelief of her situation, while another part was consumed by the sheer physical pleasure. The dual sensations from her breasts and vagina were overwhelming, blending together into a crescendo of ecstasy that made her feel like she was floating.

Her moans filled the room, a testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Each lick, suck, and touch from Javed and ChaCha sent her closer to the edge. She could feel her body responding without hesitation, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through her.

"Ah... Javed... ChaCha... oh God," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Javed, hearing her moans, sucked harder on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it before moving to the other breast. He bit gently, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through her, making her cry out louder.

ChaCha, encouraged by her responses, increased the intensity of his ministrations. He licked her clit with fervor, his fingers moving faster inside her. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, a clear sign that she was close.

Ganga's entire body was trembling, her legs quivering with the effort to stay upright. She clung to Javed, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving.

"I... I'm going to... oh, God!" she cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.

Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, making her toes curl and her head fall back in ecstasy. Her moans turned into a continuous cry of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Javed and ChaCha continued their actions, prolonging her orgasm and drawing out every last bit of pleasure they could. It felt like an eternity before the waves of ecstasy finally began to subside, leaving Ganga weak and breathless, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.

She collapsed against Javed, her legs barely able to support her. He held her close, his hands gently stroking her back as she came down from the heights of her pleasure. ChaCha slowly withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her.

Ganga felt utterly spent, but also completely fulfilled. The experience had been beyond anything she had ever imagined, and though she was still grappling with the reality of her situation, in that moment, all she could think about was the incredible pleasure she had just felt.

Srinu, unable to believe what he was witnessing, saw that Ganga was nearly unconscious with pleasure, her head resting on Javed's left shoulder. Her body seemed to be in a state of complete surrender, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her. Srinu's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief, unable to reconcile the sight before him with the woman he knew.

Chacha, having finished his passionate exploration of Ganga's body, stood up. He exchanged a look with Javed, both men clearly communicating without words. Srinu could hear snippets of their conversation as they discussed their next move.

Javed, still holding Ganga close, whispered to Chacha, "Kya soch rahe ho? Ab aage kya karein?" [What are you thinking? What should we do next?]

Chacha, wiping his mouth and savoring the taste of Ganga's juices, replied with a grin, "Bohot maza aaya, par ab humein kuch aur karna chahiye." [That was amazing, but now we should do something else.]

Javed nodded in agreement, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and determination. "Haan, ab time aaya hai asli maza lene ka." [Yes, now it's time to have the real fun.]

Srinu's heart pounded in his chest as he watched them. His emotions were a chaotic mix of rage, helplessness, and a sickening curiosity about what would happen next. He could see that Ganga was barely conscious, her body limp and compliant, completely at the mercy of these two men.

Javed, holding Ganga in his hands, looked over at Chacha and asked, "Hall mein ek bistar hai na?" [There's a bed in the hall, right?]

Chacha, catching his breath and still exhilarated from the earlier activities, nodded. "Haan, hall mein bistar hai. Shaayad raat ko kaam karne wale mazdoor use karte honge." [Yes, there's a bed in the hall. I think the construction workers who work night shifts must be using it.]

Javed, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and determination, gave a quick nod. "Theek hai, uske pair pakad. Use bistar par le chalte hain." [Okay, hold her legs. Let's take her to the bed.]

Chacha, following Javed's instructions without hesitation, grabbed Ganga's legs, lifting them gently. Meanwhile, Javed secured her upper body in his arms. Ganga, in a state of near unconsciousness from the overwhelming sensations she had experienced, remained compliant in their grip.

As they carefully carried her towards the hall, their movements were synchronized, both men working together to transport her without causing harm. Ganga's head lolled slightly against Javed's shoulder, her breaths shallow and rapid.

Chacha, holding her legs, glanced at Javed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Kya lagta hai, yeh raat yaadgaar banegi, Javed?" [What do you think, will this night be unforgettable, Javed?]

Javed smirked, his grip tightening slightly as he adjusted Ganga's weight in his arms. "Bilkul, Chacha. Yeh raat hum dono ke liye yaadgaar banegi." [Absolutely, Chacha. This night will be unforgettable for both of us.]

The 2BHK flat was a modest space, showing signs of its use as a temporary accommodation for construction workers. The hall, the primary entrance to the flat, was cluttered with various construction materials strewn across the floor. Rolls of wiring, stacks of wooden planks, and bags of cement were scattered around, giving the place a disorganized yet functional look.

The hall had a single entrance door, made of sturdy wood, which was wide open, exposing the cluttered space to anyone passing by. Opposite the entrance door were two large windows, allowing fresh air to flow into the room. The windows were kept slightly open, letting in a breeze that helped to cool the space, especially in the humid weather.

Directly below the windows was a bed, placed strategically to catch the cool air flowing in from outside. The bed was simple but sturdy, made of a metal frame with a thin mattress. It was clear that the bed was meant for practical use rather than comfort, likely intended for the construction workers who took turns resting during their shifts.

In front of the entrance door, blocking part of the way, was a large and heavy box. The box seemed to be filled with floor tiles, its weight and size making it a significant obstacle. The box was placed carelessly, adding to the chaotic feel of the hall.

The flat had two additional rooms, presumably the bedrooms, connected by narrow doorways leading off from the hall. The walls were bare, and the floor was dusty, with footprints marking the paths frequently taken by the workers. Despite the disarray, the flat served its purpose, providing a place for rest and respite amidst the ongoing construction work.

As Javed and ChaCha carried Ganga out of the room and into the hall, their movements were not entirely gentle. They had to navigate through the cluttered space filled with construction materials, making their steps uneven and causing Ganga's body to jostle and bump against them.

ChaCha, holding Ganga's legs, had to maneuver around the heavy box of floor tiles placed near the entrance. Javed, carrying her upper body, had to ensure they didn't stumble over the scattered tools and materials on the floor. The occasional misstep or sudden shift in weight caused Ganga's body to be shaken more vigorously.

As they moved her towards the bed, the constant motion and the occasional rough handling began to stir Ganga from her unconscious state. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as she started to regain awareness. The sensation of being carried and the noise of their footsteps, along with their voices arguing and conversing, gradually brought her back to consciousness.

When they finally reached the bed and began to place her down, one particularly jarring bump caused Ganga to fully awaken. Her eyes opened slowly, and she found herself looking up at the ceiling, disoriented and confused.

Ganga: "Where are you taking me?" Her voice was groggy, her mind still foggy from the sudden awakening.

Javed, ever quick with a witty reply, looked down at her with a mischievous grin.

Javed: "Don't worry, baby. We're taking you to our first night bed."

Ganga, still adjusting to her surroundings and the situation, couldn't help but respond with a playful smile.

Ganga: "Oh, okay then. Who is the husband tonight among both of you?"

Her words surprised Srinu, who was watching the scene unfold, and even herself. Despite the shock of her situation, Ganga's playful side surfaced, unknowingly sparking a competition between Javed and ChaCha.

Javed: "Me! I am your husband tonight."
ChaCha: "No! It's me. I am your husband tonight."

They started arguing about who would play the role of her husband, their competitive spirits reignited by her playful question. Ganga's giggle in response to their bickering added to the surreal nature of the moment, as she found herself caught between the two men, both eager to claim her.

Javed: "You are too old to be her husband. You're her father-in-law's age."
ChaCha: (placing her feet down gently and stuttering) "I... I can still be her husband."

Seeing ChaCha struggle to find the right words, Ganga decided to step in and console him.

Ganga: (placing her left palm on ChaCha's right cheek) "Awww! Poor man, don't worry. Father-in-laws also fuck their Bahu."

She winked at him with a naughty smile, surprising both men. ChaCha, feeling consoled and reassured by her kindness, grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, pressing his hard penis against her naked body.

Javed: (turning from adjusting the bed) "Okay, the bed is ready. Let's start!"

Ganga: (moving away from ChaCha and placing her hands on her waist. She added a slight swirling movement to her posture, causing her hips to sway seductively from side to side.) "This is how you treat a woman like me? You made me completely naked by forcefully taking off my saree and blouse, but you both are still dressed. How is this fair?"

ChaCha immediately complied, removing his shirt.

ChaCha: "Oh yes, Bahu! I will remove it."

Ganga giggled at his compliance, finding amusement in his eagerness.

ChaCha: "Come on, Javed, make it quick. Remove your clothes."

Javed followed suit, removing his shirt and pants. Ganga watched them get naked, biting the corner of her lower lip and moving her eyes periodically between Javed and ChaCha.

Now all three of them were completely naked. Ganga, with a naughty smile, took a couple of steps forward, standing between them.

Ganga: "Now, Javed, according to our deal, let’s..."

Chacha: (Interrupting) "What deal?"

Before Ganga could answer, Javed, feeling jealous, interjected.

Javed: "You were too busy licking and drinking her vaginal juices to know about our deal."

The jealousy in his tone was palpable. They both started arguing again, their rivalry reigniting. Ganga, shaking her head in exasperation, realized they were at it again.

Ganga(Thought to herself): "Here they go again!"
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