Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Srinu watched in utter disbelief as the scene unfolded before him. His heart pounded in his chest, and a mix of anger, jealousy, and helplessness coursed through his veins.

Ganga was in a doggy position, her head lowered and arms supporting her as she knelt on the bed. Her hair cascaded to one side, revealing her flushed face and parted lips. Her curvaceous hips were arched upward, offering Javed a perfect view of her inviting pussy and ass.

Ganga was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body responding to every touch. She took Chacha's cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. The taste of him was intoxicating, making her moan with pleasure.

Her lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down with a steady rhythm. She felt his hands gripping her hair, guiding her movements. Each thrust made her gag slightly, but she continued, eager to please him. The sensation of Chacha’s cock in her mouth, pushed her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Javed positioned himself behind Ganga, kneeling with his face close to her pussy and ass. He gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He began to lick her pussy, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The taste of her arousal made him groan with excitement.

With a slow, deliberate lick, Javed ran his tongue from her clit to her ass, savoring every inch of her. The sensation of his tongue exploring her most intimate areas was overwhelming. He began to move, his licks becoming deeper and more intense with each motion. The sound of his tongue meeting her wet flesh filled the room, a rhythm of raw passion and desire.

Javed: ( groaning) "You taste so good, baby."
Ganga: ( moaning louder) "Ahhh, Behenchod! ... don't stop."
Javed leaned forward, his tongue sliding down to her clit in circles, amplifying her pleasure. Her moans grew louder, urging him to lick harder and faster. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy through her body.

Chacha watched from the front, his eyes glued to the erotic scene unfolding before him. His arousal grew as he saw Javed licking Ganga.

Ganga’s lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down with a steady rhythm. Chacha could feel her warm, wet mouth enveloping him, sending shivers down his spine. He gripped her hair tightly, guiding her movements as she continued to pleasure him. The sensation of her mouth on his cock was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Chacha: ( moaning) "Ah, Bahu... aur chatoo. [daughter-in-law... lick more]"
Javed, having tasted Ganga to his satisfaction, was ready for more. He got up, positioning himself behind her, his hard penis pressing against her wet entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, feeling her tightness envelop him.

Javed: ( groaning) "Baby, you feel so good."
Her lips moved up and down Chacha's cock with a steady rhythm, her moans vibrating against him. She could feel Javed's hands gripping her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. The sensation of being filled from both ends was almost too much to handle, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, savoring the sensation of her warmth around him. Each thrust made her body shake, her moans growing louder with each movement. Her pussy tightened around him, driving him to thrust harder and faster.

Javed: ( thrusting) "You like that, don't you? Take all of me."
Ganga: ( muffled moans) "Mmm, yes..."
Her body responded to his thrusts, pushing back against him to take him deeper. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, a rhythm of raw passion and desire. Javed's hands gripped her hips tighter. Javed's deliberate thrusts turned into powerful strokes, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through Ganga's body. Her moans grew louder, mingling with Javed's groans. The rhythm of his thrusts made her body shake, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Her eyes closed, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Javed: ( thrusting into Ganga) "Kaisa lag raha hai, baby?["How does it feel, baby?"]"
Ganga: ( muffled, while sucking Chacha's cock) "Accha lag raha hai... aur zor se chhodo. Behenchod![ It feels good... fuck me harder, Sisterfucker! ]"
Javed: ( increased intensity) "Oh, you want it harder, huh? I'll give it to you, baby."
Chacha: ( pulling his cock out of Ganga's mouth, holding it in his right hand) "Bahu, mera lund chatna hai?[ 'Daughter-in-law, do you want to lick my penis?']" ( slaps his cock on her cheeks and lips, seeing the question in her eyes.

Ganga: ( putting her tongue out) "Haan sasur ji, please mujhe chaatna hai.[ 'Yes father-in-law, please lick me.']"
Chacha: ( tapping his dick on her tongue a couple of times) "Good girl."
Ganga: ( quickly grabbing Chacha's cock, stroking it while spitting on it to lubricate) "Mmm..."
Ganga slipped Chacha's penis inside her mouth once again and deepthroated it. Javed, as per her request, increased his speed of humping. He leaned on Ganga's back with his two hands on the bed supporting his weight.

Javed: ( reached her left ear and whispered) "Ab accha lag raha hai? Baby. [Does it feel good now? Baby.]"
Ganga: ( moaning loudly, muffled by Chacha's cock) "Ahhhh!!!... Mmmm."
Javed: ( smirking, increasing his thrusts) "Sahi hai, lagta hai mazaa aa raha hai. [Good, seems like you're enjoying it.]"
Ganga: ( struggling to focus on sucking Chacha's cock, overwhelmed by pleasure) Bites Chacha's penis head
Chacha: ( wincing in pain) "Saali, randi kaat rahi hai! Mera lund ko chocolate samji hai kya? [Damn, the whore is biting! Does she think my dick is chocolate?]"
Ganga: ( still sucking his cock, replying between breaths) "Madarchod! Tera lund dark chocolate ki tarha kaala hi toh hai. [Motherfucker! Your dick is as black as dark chocolate.]"
Bites his cock once more
Javed and Chacha looked at each other and laughed after listening to her reply.

Javed: "Ab tum sahi Randi bangayi hai! [Now you have truly become a whore!]"
Ganga: ( with Chacha's penis in her mouth) "Haan.. tum dono hi toh muhje chod chod ke randi banaya hai! [Yes.. it's you both who have made me a whore by fucking me!]"
Chacha: "Abhi nahi! [Not yet!]"
Both Ganga and Javed looked at Chacha with questioning looks.

Javed: "What?"
Chacha: "Abhi tak yeh apni gaand nahi chudvahi hai ."
Javed: ( with a smirk) "Haan baby. Jab tak tum apni gaand nahi chudvahengi. tum sahi meh randi nahi bansakti. [Yes baby. Until you get your ass fucked, you can't truly become a whore.]"
Ganga took Chacha's penis out of her mouth, a slutty smile playing on her lips.

Ganga: "Mehne kab mana kiya hai? [When did I ever refuse?]" ( wiggling her ass a little.

Javed, planting a kiss on her back out of appreciation.

Javed: "Ruko baby, abhi tume randi banata hun. [Wait baby, now I'll make you a whore]."
Javed raised up off Ganga's back and stopped thrusting her pussy. He removed his penis, now slick with her juices, and prepared to enter her butthole. Ganga, watching Javed ready himself, arched her back, spreading her ass cheeks even wider. She then turned her attention back to Chacha's penis, which was right in front of her.

But before Ganga could take Chacha's penis into her mouth and Javed could enter her ass, Chacha interrupted with urgency in his voice.

Chacha: "Wait!"
Javed and Ganga looked at him once again.

Javed: "Ab kya hua? [What now?]"
Chacha: "Muje uski gaand chodna hai! "
Javed replied in frustration, "Yaar chacha! What happened to you today? You're arguing with me on everything."
Ganga, sensing the tension rising between Javed and Chacha, quickly intervened. Before they could start fighting again, she rose up from the doggy position while holding Chacha's penis in her right hand. She was now kneeling on the bed in between Javed and Chacha.

Javed and Chacha stopped arguing and wondered what she was doing. Ganga looked at Chacha and tugged his penis in her hand, indicating him to lay flat on his back with his legs folded and feet on the edge of the bed. She moved her right leg over Chacha's hips, putting herself in a cowgirl position, planting her feet on either side of Chacha's hips with her back towards him. Ganga leaned back, placing her hands on either side of Chacha's shoulders.

Ganga: ( whispering to Chacha) "Trust me, sasur ji [father-in-law], this will feel even better."
Chacha: “Great idea! Bahu.

Ganga then signaled Javed to get down off the bed and come stand in front of her pussy. Javed followed her instructions, positioning himself as she directed.

Now, Ganga raised her hips such that there was an equal distance between Chacha's penis and her ass, and Javed's penis and her pussy.

Ganga: ( turning her head slightly to Javed) "Come closer."
Javed positioned himself in front of her, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Javed: ( noticing that Ganga gave Chacha the privilege to take her ass first, with both disappointment and anger) "You always take his side."
Ganga: ( smiling mischievously) "Gussa tuk dijiya pati dev, hume apne badonka baat manni chaiye [Let go of your anger, my dear husband, we should respect our elders]."
Chacha: ( grinning widely) "Haan Javed, meri bahu ki baat suno [Yes Javed, listen to my daughter-in-law]."
Javed: ( sighing, still slightly frustrated) "Fine, but next time I get to choose first."
Ganga: ( giggling) "Of course, pati dev. Abhi toh bas maza lo [Of course, my dear husband. Just enjoy the moment now]."
Chacha: ( still smiling) "Don't worry, you'll get your turn. Let's just make sure our bahu is satisfied."
Ganga, positioned between Chacha and Javed, was ready to experience their combined passion. Her body trembled with anticipation as she guided them into position.

Chacha, lying flat on his back, grasped Ganga's butt cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide open to reveal her butthole. He could feel the excitement building within him as he prepared to enter her. Initially, Chacha struggled to insert his penis into her tight butthole. The initial attempts were met with resistance, causing him to pause and apply some of his spit onto his dick, lubricating it.

Ganga: ( breathing heavily, her face a mix of anticipation and pleasure) "Ohhh... sasur ji, go slow... please."
Chacha: ( whispering reassuringly) "Relax, bahu. This will feel good soon."
With his right hand, he guided his penis carefully, and after a couple more tries, he successfully inserted it into her butthole. The sensation was intense, and Ganga moaned loudly, her body adjusting to the intrusion.

Javed, seeing that Chacha was now inside Ganga, positioned himself with his legs spread slightly apart for stability. He placed his hands on either side of Ganga's stomach, using them to support his weight as he leaned over her. Javed's penis, already hard, easily slid into her wet pussy on the first try, causing Ganga to gasp with pleasure.

Javed: ( leaning forward, whispering in her ear) "Ready for both of us, baby?"
Ganga: ( moaning) "Yes, fuck me harder."
Javed, now fully inside her, leaned down further, placing his mouth on one of Ganga's breasts, suckling on her nipple while his hips began to move in rhythm. Chacha, feeling the intense heat and tightness of her butthole, started thrusting slowly at first, then gradually increasing his pace.

Chacha: ( groaning) "Bahu, you're so tight."
Ganga's body responded to the dual penetration with waves of pleasure. Her moans filled the room, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly as both men fucked her in unison. The combined sensation of Javed’s cock in her pussy and Chacha’s cock in her ass sent her into a state of ecstasy.

Javed, feeling her pussy tightening around his cock, began to thrust harder, his hands now gripping her hips for better leverage. He was savoring the sensation, his mouth still playing with her nipples, occasionally biting gently.

Ganga: ( panting) "Oh god, yes! More!"
Chacha, not wanting to be left behind, matched Javed’s pace, thrusting deeply into her butthole. He could feel the friction and the heat, his hands never leaving her butt cheeks as he spread them wide to get better access.

The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, the bed creaking under the intense activity. Ganga’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure of being taken by both men. She could feel the pressure building inside her, knowing she was close to another orgasm.

Javed: ( grunting) "You feel so good, baby."
Chacha's cock slid deeper into Ganga's ass with each thrust, his rhythm building. He was mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing into her tight hole, feeling the intense pressure around him. Ganga's moans and whimpers only spurred him on.

Chacha: "You're so tight, bahu... so good."
Ganga: ( her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure) "Ahhh! sasurji... more... harder!"
He couldn't believe this moment was real. The sight of her body, so willingly offered to him, felt like a dream come true. Every thrust into her tight ass made him feel like he had achieved something monumental, a life goal he hadn't even known he had.

Chacha: ( thinking) "I've never felt anything this tight... this perfect. She's taking me in, letting me claim her in a way no one else has."
Chacha's rhythm grew faster, more desperate. The pleasure was intense, each thrust sending shivers of ecstasy through his body. He watched his cock disappear into her ass, feeling the muscles grip and release around him.

Chacha feeling the familiar build-up of his orgasm. He gripped Ganga's hips tightly, his thrusts becoming more erratic and powerful.

Chacha: "I'm close, bahu... gonna fill you up."
Ganga: ( her body shaking, on the verge of her own climax) "Yes, Chacha... do it... cum in my ass!"
With a final deep thrust, Chacha groaned loudly, his cock pulsating as he released his load deep inside Ganga's ass.

Chacha, panting heavily, slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip from Ganga's stretched hole.

Chacha, exhausted and satisfied after his intense climax, fell asleep on the bed. His body lay limp, and soon, the sound of his snoring filled the room.

Javed, still in the throes of his own arousal, noticed Chacha's lack of movement. He turned his head, following Ganga's gaze as she looked back to see Chacha sound asleep. The frustration on Javed's face was palpable.

Javed: ( raising his voice) "Chacha, wake up. Get off the bed. We have to finish too!"
There was no response from Chacha, only the rhythmic sound of his snoring. Ganga couldn't help but laugh at the situation, the absurdity of it all striking her as humorous.

Javed: ( frustrated, punching the bed) "He's always like this."
He let his head fall beside Ganga's left breast, his face a mixture of irritation and disappointment. Ganga, sensing his frustration and wanting to comfort him, moved her left hand under his chin, gently lifting his face to meet her eyes.

Ganga: ( softly, with a comforting smile) "Let the poor man sleep. He is tired. Let's go somewhere else."
She pointed with her eyes towards the large box in front of the entrance door, suggesting a new location for their continued passion. Her smile was filled with mischief and encouragement, eager to keep the night going despite Chacha's unexpected slumber.

Javed looked at her, his frustration melting away as he saw the playful glint in her eyes. He nodded, understanding her suggestion. He helped her off the bed, their movements fluid and synchronized as they made their way towards the large box.

Ganga, holding Javed's hand, guided him towards the box. Javed, before moving, gave a final look to Chacha, shaking his head in disbelief at the sight of the snoring man. As they neared the box, Ganga let go of Javed's hand and, with a couple of graceful jumps like a gazelle, reached the box first. She leaned on the box, arching her back and raising her hips by standing on her toes, presenting herself invitingly to Javed.

Javed, watching her in that seductive pose, couldn't hold back any longer. He quickly moved behind her, grabbing her hair in his left hand. Leaning forward, he planted a soft kiss on her cheek, moving to her lips, before licking and biting her ear lobe.

Javed: ( whispering into her ear) "You're irresistible, baby."
Ganga moaned softly in response to his actions, her body shivering with anticipation. She pushed back against him, urging him to continue.

Ganga: ( breathlessly) "Chodo mujhe.[ Fuck me ]"
Accepting Ganga's request, Javed stood up straight, taking a moment to examine her. He noticed that her ass was still dripping with Chacha's cum. A tinge of disappointment crossed his mind as he thought to himself, "Mardarchod Chacha!" He realized he had no choice but to enter her pussy.

He positioned himself behind Ganga, his eyes fixed on her inviting form. Holding her hair back with his left hand, he pulled her head slightly, making her look straight out of the entrance door. From this angle, she could clearly see outside the room and the stairs from where she had been dragged into this situation.

With a sense of urgency and desire, Javed entered her wet pussy in one smooth motion. The sensation of her tightness enveloping him drove him wild. He began to thrust with increasing intensity, each movement purposeful and strong.

Ganga: ( moaning softly) "Ahhh...."

Her moans were music to his ears, confirming that she was thoroughly enjoying his thrusts. Driven by her reactions, Javed leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back while his hands roamed over her body. His left hand moved to her breast, massaging and pinching her nipple, while his right hand held her hip steady.

Ganga's body was a whirlwind of sensations. Each thrust from Javed sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hardening under his touch. The feeling of his hard cock moving in and out of her pussy was intoxicating. She felt her body building up to another climax, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

Ganga: ( in a mix of pleasure and urgency) "Oh yes, don't stop... please don't stop..."

As they both were enjoying the moment, Ganga suddenly heard a faint voice calling her name. At first, she thought her inner voices were acting up again. But a few moments later, she heard it again—someone calling her name. The intensity and pitch of the voice were growing as time passed.

Ganga: ( whispering to herself) "Who could that be?"
Now, Ganga could hear footsteps climbing the stairs. Her eyes widened as she watched the stairs intently, her whole body moving back and forth in sync with Javed's thrusts.

Javed: ( moaning, eyes closed) "Ganga... you're so tight... so good..."
He was completely lost in the pleasure, unaware of the approaching footsteps or Ganga's growing anxiety. His thrusts remained deep and rhythmic, his focus entirely on the ecstasy he was feeling.

As Ganga watched the stairs with anticipation, a figure emerged and stood on the top step. His head was turned away, looking in the opposite direction from the room in which Ganga was in. Ganga immediately recognized who it was. With utter shock, she thought to herself, "It's Srinu."
Her mind was flooded with questions: "How did he wake up? How did he come up here? Does he know what is going on in this room?" The shock and fear gripped her heart as she tried to make sense of the situation. Her body was still moving rhythmically with Javed's thrusts, but her mind was now elsewhere, racing through the possibilities.

Ganga: ( thinking) "How did he get here? What will he think if he sees me like this?"
Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She had never imagined that Srinu would wake up and find his way here, let alone witness her in such a compromising position.

Javed, still lost in his pleasure, didn't notice the change in Ganga's demeanor. His thrusts remained steady and intense, his focus entirely on the physical sensation.

Javed: ( moaning) "Baby... you're incredible..."
Ganga: ( thinking) "I need to do something... I can't let him see me like this..."
Her mind raced, trying to find a way out. She couldn't just stop and explain; there was no time.
Srinu watched in a detached, almost out-of-body state as he saw himself coming upstairs and standing on the top step. He could see Ganga clearly, her eyes wide with shock as she watched him while she was being fucked from behind by Javed.

Srinu's heart ached with an indescribable pain, but deep down, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

Srinu: ( thinking) "She sees me... She has to call for help. This has to be the moment she realizes the wrong she's doing."
He expected Ganga to find her resolve, to call out to him for help, to stop the madness that was unfolding in the room. But she didn't. Ganga never called for help. She remained silent, her eyes locked in a mix of fear and shock, but not the desperation he hoped for.

srinu shifted his focus to his own figure standing outside, facing in the wrong direction, opposite to the room. The frustration boiled over as he watched his oblivious self.

Srinu: ( shouting internally) "Turn back, you idiot! You are looking in the wrong direction. She's right there, she needs you!"
He screamed and pleaded within his mind, desperate to take control, to turn his body around and rush to Ganga's aid. But it was as if he was trapped, powerless to change the course of events. He watched, helplessly, as his figure remained turned away from the room, oblivious to the horrors happening just behind him.

Srinu: ( thinking) "Why isn't she calling for help? Why isn't she stopping this? Doesn't she see me standing right here?"
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Maybe Ganga had already crossed a line he couldn't bring her back from. Maybe she didn't want to be saved. The thought was too painful to bear, but it was staring him right in the face.

Srinu's hopes raised slightly as he noticed his figure standing on the stairs about to turn his head towards Ganga's room. A flicker of anticipation sparked in his heart—this could be the moment everything changed. His other self could save her, could stop this nightmare.

Srinu: ( thinking) "Yes, just turn around. Look towards the room. You can stop this!"
But as quickly as his hopes had risen, they were crushed. He watched in dismay as Ganga, with a determined look in her eyes, reached out and grabbed the door handle. In one swift motion, she shut the door with a firm click. The sound of the door hitting the frame and the knob turning reverberated in Srinu's ears, a harsh confirmation that the door was now closed.

Srinu: ( thinking) "No... Why would she close the door? Why isn't she calling out to me? This can't be happening."
The door swung shut, sealing away the last hope he had of stopping what was happening inside. The finality of the door closing was a brutal blow. Srinu watched helplessly as his figure on the stairs finally turned his head towards the room, moving towards the closed door to investigate the sound.

Javed opened his eyes at the sound of the door shutting. He felt a momentary confusion, his mind struggling to grasp what had happened and why the door was now closed. Despite the sudden interruption, his body continued its rhythmic thrusting, his penis driving into Ganga's pussy with a steady pace.

Javed: ( thinking) "What was that? Did someone just close the door? But why?"
His eyes were fixed on the now-closed door, his mind a whirlwind of questions. Yet, his body remained in motion, driven by the raw pleasure of the moment. He glanced down at Ganga, her back arched, her ass raised high, presenting herself fully to him.

Srinu watched himself approach the door. The sight of his figure standing there, contemplating the closed door, filled him with a mix of hope and despair. He wanted to scream, to urge his other self to open the door and rescue Ganga. But he remained a helpless observer, trapped in his own mind.

As Srinu’s figure stood there, pondering the situation, a sudden noise from downstairs caught his attention. His head turned away from the door, curiosity pulling him toward the source of the sound.

Srinu watched in frustration as his figure turned away from the door and began descending the stairs. Each step taken away from Ganga felt like a step away from salvation. The figure's descent was hurried, driven by the unknown noise.

In his haste, Srinu's figure slipped on one of the steps. The scene unfolded in slow motion as he tumbled down the stairs, arms flailing, legs entangled in a chaotic dance with gravity. He watched himself crash headfirst into the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

The impact was brutal, rendering his figure unconscious almost immediately. Srinu saw himself lying motionless at the foot of the stairs, a crumpled heap against the wall.

Ganga heard Srinu’s footsteps fade away from the door. She let out a deep breath of relief, her body relaxing slightly as she turned to look back at Javed. His face was a mixture of confusion and concentration, clearly trying to figure out how the door had shut.

Ganga: ( laughing) "Your face... you look so confused!"
Her laughter broke Javed’s train of thought. He finally looked at her, still puzzled.

Javed: ( curious) "Baby, how did the door close? Did you close it?"
Without any hesitation, Ganga replied.

Ganga: ( casual) "No, I didn’t close the door. The wind coming from the windows closed it."
Javed: ( relieved) "Oh, now I see."
Feeling his question answered, Javed’s relief was palpable. He leaned forward, his confusion dissipating as he brought his lips to hers. The kiss was deep and passionate, a reaffirmation of their intense connection amidst the chaotic events around them.

Their lips met in a fervent embrace, tongues dancing together in a rhythm that spoke of desperation and desire. Javed’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves as he deepened the kiss. Ganga responded with equal passion, her hands exploring the contours of his muscular back.

The kiss was electric, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they pressed against each other. Javed's fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as their breaths mingled. The heat between them was palpable, an undeniable chemistry that fueled their every movement.

Ganga's mind momentarily forgot the chaos outside as she lost herself in the kiss. Her laughter had broken the tension, and now, the kiss solidified their bond in this intense moment of passion. Javed's lips moved from hers to trace a line of kisses along her jawline, making her shiver with anticipation.

Their connection was powerful, each kiss a testament to the raw, unfiltered desire they felt for each other.

Srinu's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Betrayal, anger, and profound sadness surged through him as he realized the depth of Ganga's betrayal. How could she lie so effortlessly and continue with Javed, knowing that Srinu, her husband, had been right outside the door moments ago? It was as if his presence, his existence, meant nothing to her.

Srinu: ( devastated, to himself) "How could she do this to me? She didn't even hesitate to lie... didn't even worry about what happened to me. Was I just an inconvenience in her way?"
The sight of Ganga and Javed's intimate moment, the passion in their kiss, and their mutual desire felt like salt in an open wound. Srinu felt utterly broken, as if his world had crumbled around him. Every glance, every touch between them was a painful reminder of his shattered reality.

Javed paused his passionate kiss with Ganga, his mind racing with desire and the thrill of their intense connection. His eyes locked onto hers, burning with a mix of lust and anticipation. Ganga's breath hitched as she felt his strong hands glide down her body, his touch sending electric jolts through her. With deliberate care, Javed grasped the inner thigh of her right leg, lifting it gracefully into the air. The movement caused Ganga's body to turn halfway, her balance shifting to her left leg.

Javed: ( focused, whispering) "Hold on tight, baby."
He carefully maneuvered her leg over his head, resting her right leg on his left shoulder. This new position showcased Ganga's flexibility and poise, her body arching beautifully as she stood on her toes, supported by her left leg. Javed's hands roamed over her thigh, appreciating the smoothness of her skin, the firmness of her muscles.

Ganga's left elbow rested on the edge of the box, providing her with the necessary support to maintain balance. Her left hand clutched the box's surface, nails digging in slightly as she adjusted to the new angle. With her right hand, she wrapped it around Javed's neck, pulling his face closer to hers. Their eyes met, and in that moment, words became unnecessary. The connection between them was palpable, electric.

Javed: ( breathing heavily) "You feel so good, baby."
Javed began to thrust into her with renewed vigor, each movement calculated and intense. The angle allowed him to penetrate deeply, eliciting gasps and moans from Ganga with every thrust. Her body responded instinctively, moving in rhythm with his, her hips meeting his thrusts with equal fervor.

Ganga: ( passionately) "kiss me."
As their bodies moved in perfect harmony, Ganga pulled Javed's face closer, their lips meeting in a searing kiss. Her right hand tightened around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. Their tongues danced together, exploring, tasting, expressing the depth of their desire. The kiss was deep, filled with raw passion, a testament to their intense connection.

The intensity of Javed's thrusts increased, driving into her with a force that left her breathless. Her body trembled with pleasure, the sensation of his hard, insistent thrusts sending waves of ecstasy through her. Her right leg, dbangd over his shoulder, provided a perfect angle for deeper penetration, allowing him to reach new depths.

Ganga: ( moaning, breathless) "Oh, Ahh... don't stop..."

Ganga's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurred Javed on. Her body, now a canvas of their shared passion, moved with his, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. The feel of his skin against hers, the heat of their bodies pressed together, created an intoxicating blend of sensations.

Javed: ( grunting) "Baby... I'm close..."
Ganga: ( panting) "Me too... together..."
Their bodies reached a crescendo, the intensity of their movements building to an inevitable climax. Javed's thrusts became more erratic, driven by the urgency of his impending release. Ganga's nails dug into the box's surface, her body arching as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

In the throes of their passionate connection, they found their release together, their moans and cries mingling in the air. The room was filled with the sounds of their ecstasy, a testament to their undeniable chemistry and the depth of their shared pleasure.

As Javed felt his climax approaching, he raised himself onto his toes, his body straining to reach the deepest parts of Ganga's vagina. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his body trembling with the force of his release. His warm seed spilled into her, filling her with a rush of heat. Ganga's body shuddered in response, her own climax rippling through her as she felt him empty himself inside her.

Their bodies remained locked together, each pulse of his release matched by a wave of her own pleasure. Javed's grip on her tightened, his breath ragged as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. The intensity of their shared climax left them both breathless, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passionate connection.

After reaching their climax, their bodies were completely exhausted and started to give up. They could not stand anymore, their legs trembling from the intense exertion. Slowly, they sank to the floor, still embracing each other, unwilling to break the intimate connection they had shared.

Their descent was slow and almost graceful, a final dance of their entwined bodies. Ganga's legs gave way first, causing her to kneel before gently collapsing backward onto the cool floor. Javed followed suit, lowering himself carefully until he lay atop her, their bodies forming a protective cocoon.

Javed rested his head on Ganga's breasts, finding comfort in their softness. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath was soothing, lulling him into a state of peaceful relaxation. His arms encircled her waist, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away.

Ganga's arms wrapped around Javed, her fingers gently threading through his hair. She felt a deep sense of contentment and connection as she cradled him, her touch tender and loving. The intensity of their earlier passion had given way to a profound intimacy, a silent understanding that words could never convey.

The room was filled with a quiet calm, the only sound being their mingled breaths as they slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber. The warmth of their bodies pressed together, combined with the soothing strokes of Ganga's hand through Javed's hair, created a perfect cocoon of comfort and security.

Srinu watched in silence as Javed and Ganga, completely spent from their passionate encounter, sank to the floor and fell asleep together.

As he saw them descend to the floor, Srinu's heart ached with a mix of disbelief and betrayal. His wife, whom he had once held in the highest regard, was now lying naked on the dirty, dust-covered floor with a stranger dbangd over her.

He could see Javed resting his head on Ganga's breasts, her arms wrapped around him in a tender embrace. Despite the tenderness of the scene, Srinu's mind was filled with the stark reality of what had just transpired. Ganga's once pristine body was now marked by the evidence of her infidelity, with cum dripping from both her vagina and butthole, mingling with the dirt and dust on the floor.

Srinu: ( thinking) "What kind of cheap whore has my wife become?​