Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

The First Night

Srinu watched in disbelief as Ganga, with a naughty smile on her face, moved towards the bed where Javed and Chacha were waiting. His heart ached with a mix of emotions—betrayal, sadness, and a sense of helplessness. He couldn't comprehend how the situation had spiraled to this point.

Ganga, on the other hand, felt a strange thrill course through her body. She didn't fully understand why she was so excited, but the combination of the moment's intensity and the attention from both men made her feel an unusual exhilaration.

Javed, noticing her approach, couldn't contain his anticipation. "Our first night is just getting started," he said, his voice thick with desire, while he tapped the bed invitingly.

Chacha, equally eager, added, "Come on, bahu, there's still so much fun to be had." His eyes gleamed with lust as he watched her every move.

But Ganga, acting as if she was not interested, took two steps backward, her face downcast, hiding her true intentions. Javed and Chacha exchanged puzzled glances, questioning themselves, wondering what they had done wrong to upset her. "Did we do something to upset you?" Javed asked, his voice tinged with confusion and concern.

Chacha, his excitement dimming, echoed the sentiment, "Tell us, bahu, what happened? Why are you stepping back?"
Ganga giggled softly, enjoying the worried expressions on their faces.

Their concern only added to her sense of control over the situation. She continued to step back, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she listened to their anxious questions, savoring the power she held over them. She moved back until she felt her blouse touching her feet. She stopped, her right leg resting on the blouse.
"She's... enjoying this," Srinu realized with a sickening feeling. "She wants this."
Ganga, still silent and with her face down, kept Javed and Chacha puzzled. They exchanged confused looks, not knowing what she was up to. Her mysterious behavior made them even more curious. She felt her blouse under her right foot and stopped moving backward.

Without saying a word, Ganga twisted her upper body backward from her waist, keeping her feet forward. This twist highlighted her curves. Slowly, she bent down to pick up the blouse at her feet. This simple movement was done with such grace that it held Javed and Chacha's attention completely.
As she bent down, her body formed a perfect arch, showing off her butt hole and the folds of her vagina. This position made her most intimate parts bloom like flowers, right in front of Javed and Chacha. Showing them what they were going to taste tonight. Her cross-legged stance added to the allure, making the moment even more captivating.

Javed and Chacha were spellbound, their eyes fixed on her. Ganga's deliberate and provocative actions showed her control and charm, leaving them even more confused and filled with desire.

Javed and Chacha were completely captivated as Ganga's most intimate parts were revealed right in front of them. The sight of her vagina and buttocks, blooming like flowers in that tantalizing position, sent waves of raw desire through their bodies. Their eyes were glued to her, tracing every curve and detail with a hunger that was almost palpable.

Chacha, having had enough time to recover from his previous orgasm, felt his penis already fully erect. He couldn't resist the urge and started rubbing it with his right hand, his strokes firm and eager. The sheer eroticism of the scene made his heart race, and he felt an almost primal urge to be inside her again.

Javed, on the other hand, had just climaxed a few minutes ago, but the sight of Ganga in her cross-legged pose reignited his lust. His cock, though not fully erect yet, was quickly getting there. He began stroking it with determination, feeling it harden with each passing second. The combination of Ganga's provocative display and the shared sexual tension between the three of them pushed Javed's body toward readiness for another round, despite his recent release.

Javed and Chacha were completely mesmerized and lost in the sight of Ganga's exposed vagina and ass. They ogled at her pose, their eyes wide with a mix of lust and disbelief. Every curve, every fold, and every movement of her body held them spellbound. The way her intimate parts were on full display, blooming like flowers, was an erotic vision they never imagined witnessing. Their breaths quickened, hearts pounded, and the room seemed to pulse with the intensity of their shared desire. The sheer eroticism of the moment consumed them, leaving them in a trance-like state as they rubbed their cocks, driven by an overwhelming need to possess her.

Ganga: ( turning her head towards Javed and Chacha noticing they fell into her trap, holding her blouse in her left hand and a piece of paper in her right hand) Do you want them.

Javed and Chacha: ( breaking from their trance, mumbling and stammering) Wha...wah...what.

They tried to turn their faces away from her. pretending as if they were not staring at her beautiful presentation of her private parts.

Ganga: ( giggling, waving the piece of paper) Do you want them? Movie tickets.

Javed and Chacha: ( in unison, with disappointed faces) Oh! OK, you are asking about tickets.

Ganga: ( still holding her bent position, with mischief in her eyes, wagging her eyebrows) What did you think I was asking? What else did you want.

Ganga, noticing their disappointment, giggled a little. She stood up and turned towards them. While wiping the rest of Javed's cum off her face with the blouse, she could see their hard cocks in their hands. She put what they had in their mind and realized they were ready to do it. With a little concern on her face, she asked.

Ganga: Condoms, hai na? [Do you have condoms?]
Javed: ( with sarcasm and disgust) What condoms? Who do you think we are? Rich people like you.

Chacha: ( adding) Condoms are for losers who can't fuck their women properly.
( They both started laughing at Chacha's comment.)
Ganga, with still some worry on her face and coming to a realization, asked.

Ganga: What if I become pregnant.

Javed: ( laughingly) Bohat achchhee baat hai, meh baap banoonga. [That's great, I'll become a father.]
Chacha: ( objecting) Nahin, meh baap banoonga! [No, I'll become the father!]
( They both looked at each other, getting ready for another competition to argue who would be the father. Noticing that they would start arguing anytime now, Ganga, before they could say anything, mischievously said

Ganga: Baap donon banasakate ho.
Srinu felt like his head exploded hearing his wife, Ganga, casually discuss getting pregnant by two strange roadside labourers. The words reverberated in his mind, shattering his sense of reality and plunging him into a whirlwind of agony and disbelief. His heart ached with a profound sense of betrayal, and he struggled to comprehend how the woman he loved could entertain such a thought. The image of Ganga, his devoted wife, sharing her body and potentially her future with these men was more than he could bear. His mind raced, filled with questions and doubts, tearing at the very fabric of his trust and love for her.

The pain was almost physical, a deep, throbbing ache in his chest. He felt utterly powerless, as if his world was crumbling around him, with no way to stop it. The scene played out before his eyes like a nightmare, each word from Ganga adding to his torment. He wanted to scream, to demand answers, but he was paralyzed by the shock and the overwhelming sense of loss. Srinu's anguish was palpable, a raw wound that cut to the core of his being, leaving him feeling isolated and desolate in his own torment.

Javed: How is it possible.

Chacha: Only one of us can be the father.

Ganga: ( with a naughty smile, walking to the bed) Come here, let me tell you a secret.

Srinu watched in anxious silence as Ganga reached the bed and gestured for Javed and Chacha to come closer. They leaned in, their ears close to her mouth as she began to whisper. Srinu couldn't make out what she was saying, and the uncertainty gnawed at him, making his anxiety grow.

After a few moments of hushed conversation, Ganga stood up, looking pleased with herself. Javed and Chacha's faces showed a mix of satisfaction and excitement, clearly convinced by whatever she had told them.

Ganga: ( with a slutty smile) If you follow this... Javed, aap baap banoge [you'll become the father, looking at Javed]. Aur aap daada aur baap donon banoge [and you will be both grandfather and father, turning to Chacha].
Chacha: ( with a pleased smile on his face) Meree bahu sundar hee nahin, samajhadaar bhee hai. [My daughter-in-law is not only beautiful but also smart.]
Chacha followed what she said.
( Chacha moves his right hand off his hard penis to catch Ganga's left arm, trying to pull her onto the bed, but Ganga dodges him, showing a pointing finger in playful resistance as if saying 'No!')
Javed: ( seeing Ganga dodge Chacha, he moves his left hand to catch Ganga's right arm) Stop playing games, baby! Come to bed.
( Ganga, with swift movements, dodges both of them and takes a couple of steps back. Javed and Chacha, getting frustrated at being unable to catch hold of her, exchange looks of frustration.)
Chacha: ( Frustrated) “ Bahu how can we do what you said? If you keep avoiding us like this.”
Ganga: ( seeing their frustration, she gives them a naughty smile. Her next move makes it evident why she took a couple of steps back While avoiding them. With a spring in her feet, without any warning, she jumps onto both of them, saying...) Catch!
( She throws herself onto them, catching them off guard.)
With one swift motion, Ganga jumped onto both Javed and Chacha, landing perfectly with her face towards Javed and her feet towards Chacha. They were both caught off guard but quickly appreciated her entry.

Ganga: ( giggling as she straddled them) "Alright, Remember our little chat earlier? We'll take turns with me, sharing all my holes."
Javed and Chacha looked at each other, then back at Ganga, their expressions a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Javed: ( grinning) "You mean we'll switch and share every part of you?"
Ganga: ( nodding, her voice low and seductive) "Yes, exactly. We'll take turns, and make sure everyone gets their fair share. Then both of you can become the father.

Srinu, hearing Ganga reveal their secret plan, thought to himself, "Oh, that's what they were whispering to each other." He felt a strange sense of relief wash over him, the suspense fading away now that he knew their plan wasn't a secret anymore.

Javed and Chacha were both happy for their own reasons as Ganga's actions catered to their desires perfectly.

Javed: ( thinking) She is so observant. My penis needs her mouth to get to full hard on.

Chacha: ( thinking) She must know how much I liked her butt. She blessed me with her ass. She is so considerate.

Without wasting any time, Javed made Ganga lay flat on her back with her face up at the edge of the bed. Javed then got up, folding his right leg with his right knee resting on the bed above Ganga's head while his left leg remained on the ground, giving easy access to her mouth.

Ganga lay on her back on the bed, her legs spread wide, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. She raised her hips slightly, offering a better angle and ensuring both men could easily access her.

Chacha positioned himself between Ganga's legs, facing her. He knelt on the bed, aligning his face with her wet vagina and butthole. He placed his hands on her thighs, supporting himself as he prepared to dive in.

Ganga, feeling the intense gazes of both men on her, shivered with anticipation. She opened her mouth wide, her eyes never leaving Javed's. She felt Chacha's breath on her inner thighs, his presence between her legs making her pulse with need.

Javed, with his right knee resting beside her head and left leg firmly on the ground, positioned his cock at the entrance of her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her head. As she opened her mouth wider, he slowly pushed his length inside, feeling her warm, wet mouth envelop him. The sensation was exquisite, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips forming a tight seal. He moved his hips in sync with her sucking, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel every ridge and curve of her mouth, the heat and moisture driving him wild with desire.

Simultaneously, Chacha's hands roamed over Ganga's thighs, squeezing and caressing her soft flesh. He admired the way her meaty thighs felt under his hands, the way they trembled with each touch. His face drew closer to her pussy, his tongue darting out to taste her. He started with slow, teasing licks, savoring the sweetness of her arousal. His hands spread her lips wider, giving him better access to her clit. He flicked it with his tongue, eliciting moans from Ganga that vibrated around Javed’s cock. The combination of her taste and her reactions fueled his desire, making him more eager to bring her pleasure.

Ganga was overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Javed’s cock filled her mouth completely, each thrust hitting the back of her throat. She could taste his precum, salty and thick. Her body arched and writhed in response to Chacha’s expert tongue on her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She felt her climax building, the tension in her body increasing with every lick and suck.

Javed’s thrusts became more urgent, his need to cum growing stronger. He looked down at her, seeing her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure she was giving and receiving. His fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her head to match his rhythm.

Chacha's mouth traveled down further, reaching her tight, puckered asshole. He spread her cheeks apart, revealing her most intimate area. The sight of her butthole made his cock throb even harder. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, taking in the musky scent. He felt her shiver as his breath tickled her sensitive skin.

Without hesitation, he pressed his tongue against her asshole, swirling it around the rim before pushing it inside. The tightness of her hole around his tongue drove him wild. He licked and sucked, tasting her deeply, enjoying the mix of her natural flavor and the remnants of their earlier activities. He could feel her body responding, her hips pushing back against his face, urging him to go deeper. He reveled in the control he had, the way she surrendered to his touch.

Ganga moaned loudly as Chacha’s tongue penetrated her asshole. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and taboo. She had never felt anything like it before. Her body trembled with each flick of his tongue, every nerve ending on fire. She couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed it, how her body responded to his touch.

Her pussy dripped with arousal, her clit throbbing with need. She felt herself getting closer to the edge, the dual sensations of Javed’s cock in her mouth and Chacha’s tongue in her ass driving her wild.
Chacha, feeling Ganga's excitement, decided to hold off on making her cum just yet. He wanted to savor every moment of this experience. He raised his head to look at her face and saw Javed holding her hair while he kept thrusting his penis into her mouth. Ganga moved her head in sync with Javed's movements, deepthroating him as if she wanted to swallow him whole. Despite her choking, she maintained eye contact, her eyes watery but filled with determination and arousal.

Javed's left hand was busy massaging Ganga's breasts, which were bobbing up and down as she breathed heavily with excitement. The sight of her shivering with excitement sent a thrill through Chacha. He could see small tremors running through her soft belly, which looked irresistibly beautiful to him.

Unable to resist any longer, Chacha began kissing and licking her soft belly, holding her hips firmly with his hands. The taste of her skin, the feel of her trembling body under his lips, drove him wild. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the intensity of her arousal matching his own. His kisses became more fervent, his tongue exploring every inch of her belly, savoring the saltiness of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of her arousal.

Each kiss, each lick, was a promise of more to come, a prelude to the pleasure he was determined to give her. His hands roamed over her hips, squeezing and caressing, feeling the softness of her flesh under his fingers. He wanted to touch every part of her, to feel every reaction, to make her body sing with pleasure. The sight of her trembling, the feel of her shivering, was the most beautiful thing he had ever experienced.

Chacha, wanting to increase the heat, moved his right hand from her hips to her vagina and inserted two fingers into her pussy. He began to move them in and out, curling his fingers to reach her G spot. Ganga's response was immediate and intense. She started pumping her hips back into his fingers, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Her right hand moved to hold Chacha's head, pushing him back towards her pussy, indicating that she wanted him to lick her clit.

Chacha obliged eagerly, his lips and tongue returning to her clit with renewed fervor. He licked and sucked her clit, his fingers continuing their relentless exploration inside her. Ganga's moans grew louder, her body trembling with the dual sensations of his fingers and tongue. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her hips moving with increasing urgency against his mouth and hand.

Javed, noticing her heightened arousal, thrust harder into her mouth. He could feel her throat tightening around his penis, the vibrations of her moans sending shivers down his spine. He held her hair firmly, guiding her movements, lost in the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth.

Ganga's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Chacha's fingers were hitting all the right spots, his tongue driving her wild. She could feel her orgasm building, a wave of heat spreading through her body. Her breathing became ragged, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. She was so close, so ready to explode.

Ganga suddenly pulled Javed's penis out of her mouth and raised her head, looking over her bobbing breasts at Chacha. Their eyes met, and with urgency in her voice, she exclaimed.

Ganga: ( horny af)"Chodo muhje, madarchod [Fuck me, motherfucker]!"

Srinu's surprise was palpable when he heard a foul word like " madarchod [motherfucker]" come out of Ganga's mouth. His wife, who he had always known to be sanskari and reserved, was now speaking like a vulgar woman from the streets. The stark contrast between the Ganga he knew and the Ganga he was witnessing shocked him to his core.

Javed paused, his eyes widening in surprise, but the fire in Ganga's gaze was undeniable. Chacha, equally taken aback, stared back at her, his fingers still deep inside her. The raw, desperate plea in her voice ignited something primal in both men.

Chacha, feeling her intense need, withdrew his fingers. As Chacha positioned himself, Ganga's eyes were wide with anticipation. Her breath was heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly, making her breasts bounce slightly. Her nipples were hard, her body ready and waiting. Chacha could see the excitement and desire in her eyes, which only fueled his own lust.

Chacha's hands gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He moved closer, his hard penis brushing against her entrance. Ganga's body responded eagerly, her hips lifting slightly, inviting him in. Chacha looked down, watching as he aligned himself with her wet, eager pussy. He felt a surge of satisfaction as the tip of his penis pressed against her opening.

Ganga's eyes never left his, a mixture of desire and a hint of nervousness flashing across her face. Her lips parted as she took a deep breath, her body tensing in anticipation. Chacha began to push forward, his thick shaft slowly stretching her open. Ganga gasped, her eyes widening as he entered her inch by inch.

The sensation was intense for both of them. Chacha felt her tightness enveloping him, her warmth drawing him deeper. Ganga's face contorted with pleasure, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white with the effort.

Chacha set a slow, deliberate rhythm, his thrusts deep and measured. Each movement was met with a gasp or a moan from Ganga, her body arching to meet his. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back as she gave herself over to the sensations.
"Ahh!, sasur ji, you feel so good," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Chacha's hands roamed her body, one hand moving up to squeeze her breast, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple. Ganga's eyes snapped open at the touch, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her.
"Yes, just like that," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Chacha increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He could feel her walls clenching around him, her body responding to his every move. He watched her face, captivated by her expressions. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth open in a continuous series of moans and gasps. Her cheeks were flushed, a sheen of sweat making her skin glisten in the dim light.

Ganga's hips moved in time with his thrusts, her body rising and falling in a dance of pleasure. Her breathing was ragged, her moans growing louder with each thrust. Chacha's own breathing was heavy, his focus entirely on the incredible sensations of her body wrapped around him.
"Ah!, bahu, you feel amazing," he groaned, his voice rough with desire.

Ganga's eyes met his, a sultry smile playing on her lips despite her breathlessness. "Harder, sasur ji, don't hold back," she urged, her voice husky with need.

Chacha didn't need to be told twice. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, driving into her with a newfound urgency. Ganga's head thrashed on the pillow, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. Her body rocked beneath him, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her.

Her hands moved to grasp his arms, her nails digging into his skin. Chacha welcomed the sensation, the slight sting adding to his pleasure. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, his movements becoming more erratic.

Ganga's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her body tensed, her muscles tightening around him. Chacha could feel her climax building, her walls pulsing with each thrust.

Javed, not wanting to be left out, moved closer, his penis brushing against Ganga's lips again.

She opened her mouth, taking him back in, her moans vibrating around his shaft as Chacha increased his pace. The room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure – Ganga's muffled cries, the wet slapping of Chacha's thrusts, and Javed's groans of ecstasy.

Javed watched, his own arousal heightened by the sight of Ganga being pleasured so thoroughly. He held her head gently, guiding her movements, his hips rocking in time with Chacha's thrusts. Ganga was caught between them, every sensation amplified, her body a conduit of pure pleasure.

Srinu couldn't believe his eyes, seeing the woman he loved, the woman he had vowed to protect and cherish, entwined with two strangers in such an intimate act. The raw passion and intensity between Ganga and the two men tore at his soul, making him question everything about their relationship and his own worth. The image of Ganga, once the epitome of purity and loyalty in his eyes, now seemed tainted and distant, her actions a stark contrast to the woman he thought he knew.

Chacha, sensing her wet juices making his cock slide in and out so easily like a knife through butter, felt an overwhelming surge of desire. His mind began to wander, curiosity piqued about whether Ganga's ass would feel as good as her pussy. After a couple of deep thrusts, he paused, allowing himself to savor the moment. He bent down to kiss her boobs for a few seconds, feeling the soft, warm flesh against his lips.

Chacha: ( mind wandering) "Will her ass feel as good as this?"
Chacha pulled his cock out, glistening with Ganga's pussy juices. An idea crossed his mind—he wanted to clean his cock before entering her ass, but not with any cloth. He had something else in mind. Tapping on Ganga's leg to get her attention, she stopped sucking Javed's cock and looked at Chacha with questioning eyes.

Ganga: ( looking up, curiosity in her eyes) "Hmm?"
Chacha: ( gesturing to his cock) "Look at this."
Ganga's eyes followed his gaze, and she saw his cock, slick and wet with her juices. She understood his unspoken request and gave him a mischievous smile.

Ganga, seeing Chacha's cock and immediately understanding what he wanted, didn't say a word. She left Javed's cock and gracefully sat up, then stood on her knees. Raising both hands to fix her hair, her movements caused her breasts to lift and sway enticingly. Chacha took in every inch of her beauty, licking his lips as he watched her. Javed, equally entranced, stroked his cock while admiring her curvy hips and ass.

Chacha: ( licking his lips) "You're so beautiful, Bahu."
Ganga, noticing Chacha's hungry gaze fixed on her breasts, gave him a slutty smile. She then turned her head to Javed, who was still stroking his cock. Smiling at him, she gestured with her eyes, pointing to her pussy, indicating that it was now his turn to fuck her.

Ganga, after setting her hair to one side, bent her head down and perfectly positioned herself in a doggy pose, presenting her ass and pussy invitingly to Javed. This gave him easy access and made her intentions clear.

Javed, following her signal, climbed onto the bed and positioned himself kneeling behind her. His heart raced with anticipation as he realized that he finally had the chance to taste both her pussy and ass.

Javed: ( with a grin) "Finally, it's my turn."​