Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Srinu couldn't wait any longer. He dipped his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth by tucking the bra down a little, sucking gently. Ganga's moan echoed in the small bathroom, her hands threading through his hair, holding him close.

He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve and dip. Ganga's soft cries and gasps filled the air, driving him wild with desire.

Srinu's desire surged uncontrollably as he worshipped Ganga's breasts, his mouth moving hungrily from one to the other, sucking and teasing her nipples until she was moaning with pleasure. His hands slid down her sides, and with a determined grip, he reached for her right thigh, lifting it up with force.

The sudden movement made Ganga's head fall back, a gasp escaping her lips. Her back arched beautifully, allowing Srinu to bury his face into her cleavage. He kissed and nipped at the soft skin there, his breath hot and heavy. Ganga's hands clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she felt the intensity of his need.

Srinu's control was slipping, his desire burning too hot to contain. He pressed her harder against the wall, his hips grinding against her. Through the thin fabric of her leggings and his pants, she could feel his hardness, the friction driving them both wild.

"Oh, Srinu," Ganga moaned, her voice a mixture of need and desperation.

He couldn't wait any longer. His hands moved to her hips, lifting her slightly so that he could position himself better. His mouth slowly move back to her lips, kissing and sucking at her neck and breasts. The sensation was overwhelming, and Ganga's body responded eagerly, her hips bucking against him.

With his pants still on, Srinu started to move against her, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Each thrust was urgent and rough, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm. The fabric between them only heightened the sensation, adding to the delicious torture of their need.

Ganga's moans grew louder, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around Srinu's waist, pulling him closer, needing more of him. Srinu's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moved faster, harder.

"Fuck, Ganga," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I need you so bad."

"Yes, Srinu, please," Ganga panted, her hands clutching at his back, her nails leaving marks. "Don't stop."

The bathroom filled with the sounds of their passion, their breaths mingling, moans and gasps echoing off the walls. Srinu's movements became more erratic, driven by the primal need to be as close to her as possible. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them, their bodies slick with sweat, straining towards release.

While Srinu and Ganga were lost in their passionate lovemaking, the intensity of the moment was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.

Priya: Hey, Ganga, are you finished?

Srinu and Ganga froze, startled by the sudden knock. Ganga quickly picked up her kurta from the bathroom floor and put it on. Srinu followed her lead, hastily putting his shirt back on. Ganga, with a tense face, signaled to Srinu to remain silent.

Ganga: Just a minute, Priya.

Ganga splashed some water on her face and wiped it with her chunni, trying to compose herself. She pushed Srinu behind the door as she opened it slightly, closing it immediately after stepping out.

Priya: What's taking you so much time?

Priya tried to peek inside, but Ganga hastily blocked her view.

Ganga: There isn't sufficient water. Let's look for another bathroom inside the dhaba.

Priya looked confused but shrugged and followed Ganga. They both went to the dhaba owner and asked if there was another bathroom. The owner pointed to a bathroom inside the dhaba. Priya and Ganga made their way there, leaving Srinu alone.

Hearing them walk away, Srinu slowly opened the door and escaped without anyone seeing him. He joined Ramesh and Anjali, who were sitting at a table, chatting and laughing.

After some time, Ganga and Priya returned to the group. Ramesh, noticing their arrival, asked:

Ramesh: Is anyone hungry?

Priya: Let's eat butter naans with paneer!

Anjali: Yes, Punjabi dhabas have very tasty food.

Chintu: I want biryani!

Ramesh: Okay, Chintu and I will have biryani, and you girls can eat naans with paneer.

Priya exclaimed with happiness, holding Ganga's hand. Ganga smiled, though a hint of her earlier tension still lingered in her eyes.

Ramesh: What about you, Srinu? Are you hungry? What will you eat?

Srinu: ( looking at Ganga with intense lust) Oh, my hunger needs a different kind of food.

Ganga felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, her embarrassment evident as she blushed deeply. She quickly exchanged looks with srinu and looked away, trying to compose herself under his intense gaze.

The group settled down, placing their orders and chatting about their journey. Despite the earlier interruption, there was a newfound closeness between Srinu and Ganga, a silent promise of more moments to come. As they waited for their food, Srinu and Ganga exchanged furtive glances, each one filled with unspoken words and lingering desire.

They, along with the driver, finished their dinner and resumed their journey, sitting in the same positions as before. They were almost halfway to their destination. The atmosphere in the car was relaxed, with light conversations filling the air. Srinu held Ganga tightly, his hands wrapped around her waist. Ganga happily placed her hands over Srinu's, accepting his love.

Srinu was eager for the others to go to sleep so that he and Ganga could continue where they had left off. He impatiently whispered in Ganga's ear.

Srinu: I am still very hungry.

Ganga giggled and teasingly replied.

Ganga: Oh, then you must have had extra rice or rotis at dinner.

Srinu, a little frustrated knowing she was teasing him, said.

Srinu: You know what hunger I am talking about.

He pinched her navel hard. Ganga jumped and moaned in pain. Anjali noticed this and asked.

Anjali: What happened, Ganga?

Priya also looked at Ganga with concern.

Priya: Are you okay?

Ganga, while slapping Srinu's wrist, replied.

Ganga: Oh, nothing, Didi. Just a mosquito.

Anjali and Priya understood the playful act between the new couple and giggled. They went back to chatting, leaving Srinu and Ganga to have their fun. A few minutes passed, and gradually everyone went to sleep, except for Srinu, Ganga, and the driver.

Srinu looked around, confirming everyone was asleep, then whispered in Ganga's ear

Srinu: Baby, turn towards me.

Ganga giggled and shook her head, saying, "No."

Srinu pleaded.

Srinu: Baby, please, I can't hold any longer. I'm already hard in my pants.

Ganga( naughty smile ): Oh, that's what it is. I thought it was your phone. ( She moves her hips, grinding her ass on his hard penis.)

Srinu( exclaimed in pleasure): Please stop. I will cum if you do that.

Hearing his pleading, Ganga increased the pace of her hips, grinding her ass even harder. Srinu buried his face into her back, enjoying the pleasure, but the tightness of his pants was causing him pain.

Srinu( winced in pain): Baby, please stop, it's hurting.

Noticing his pain, Ganga stopped grinding and turned to him, asking

Ganga: Are you okay, Srinu?

Srinu: I'm okay, but my penis is so hard that it's hurting.

Feeling sorry for him, Ganga said, "Wait." She took her chunni and put up a veil between them and the others, just like before. She turned her head to Srinu, looking into his eyes, and said

Ganga: Take it out!

Srinu( shocked): What? Are you mad? What if anyone sees us?

Ganga( assuring and calm voice): Don't worry, everyone is asleep, and my chunni gives us privacy. Now, open your zip.

Srinu was surprised at how calmly she was telling him to take his penis out. He hesitated to open his zipper, so Ganga noticed his hesitation and looked down. She moved both hands between her legs, undid his jeans button, and unzipped his pants. Srinu's mouth opened in surprise at her bold moves. Ganga lowered his underwear, and Srinu's penis immediately sprung up, standing at 90 degrees. Biting her lower lip, Ganga stroked his penis.

Srinu closed his eyes, biting into Ganga's kurta, trying hard not to moan. Ganga gradually increased her stroking speed. Srinu, wanting to bite something more than her kurta, moved his left hand to her face, turning it toward him, and started kissing her lips while his right hand pressed her breasts. Ganga's handjob, combined with her lips, turned him on so much that he pressed his feet hard on the car's floor, raising his hips a little and thrusting his penis into her hand rhythmically.

As Srinu raised and moved his hips, Ganga started to lose her balance. She stopped the handjob and moved her hands to hold the car door and seat for support. Srinu was surprised by her next move. Ganga moved her legs close together, holding his penis between her soft thighs, and moved her hips in sync with him, giving Srinu a thigh job.

Srinu could not believe what was happening. He felt it was so hot that Ganga was giving him a thigh job. He appreciated her creativity and ingenuity. Their passionate act could be seen from the window. Srinu kept humping into Ganga's soft thighs, feeling the tenderness of her flesh. He increased his speed and, with the final few thrusts, came on Ganga's leggings, moaning into her mouth. His body relaxed into the seat as he reached the climax.

They slowly broke their kiss, looking into each other's eyes.

Srinu: Thank you, baby.

Ganga didn't say a word; she just gave him a little peck on his lips and turned to look at the mess Srinu made on her leggings.

Srinu( whispered in her ear): I am sorry for the mess, baby.

Ganga( playfully winking at him): Don't worry, my leggings are white in color.

She rubbed her thighs together to wipe his cum into her leggings.

Srinu was pleased with Ganga, realizing how nurturing and kind she was about him making a mess of her leggings. Srinu hugged Ganga and pulled her into his chest while laying back onto the back seat, resting his head and thinking how lucky he was to marry Ganga. Ganga rested on his chest, slowly falling asleep.

Around 2 am, they reached their destination. Ganga's father was there to receive them. They all got out of the car, and the driver unloaded the luggage. Everyone was tired and ready to sleep in the guest house near the temple where Srinu and Ganga were getting married the next day. As everyone moved towards the guesthouse, Srinu excused himself and Ganga from the group.

Srinu: Ganga, can we take a walk in the garden for a moment?

Ganga: Sure, Srinu.

He took her to the small garden in front of the guest house. After confirming no one was around, he hugged her and gave her a kiss.

Srinu: Thank you for what you did for me in the car, and also for not telling your family. I'm sorry for proposing my love to you in a dirty bathroom. I want to start afresh from now on.

He bent on his knees, holding her hand.

Srinu: Ganga, I love you. Will you marry me?

Ganga's eyes sparkled with happiness.

Ganga: Yes, Srinu, I will marry you.

They both hugged and kissed in happiness. Srinu pulled out his phone to capture the moment, taking a selfie of their joyful faces.

Cut to the present, it was the same photo that Srinu was looking at on his phone home screen while sitting on the balcony of their bedroom. His flashback was disturbed by a familiar voice.

Ganga: Srinu, why are you still awake?

Imagination gone wrong

Ganga: ( softly, a bit sleepy) Srinu, are you still awake?

Srinu turned to Ganga as he put his phone away. Standing up from the chair to face her, he saw her sleepy and yawning as she walked towards him. She hugged him gently, and he immediately felt the softness of her body, his expression shifting to one of concern and sadness as memories of what might have happened with Javed and ChaCha flooded his mind. Tears trickled down his cheek, but he quickly wiped them away and embraced her back.

Ganga: ( softly, head resting on his chest) Why are you still awake? What are you doing out here on the balcony?

Srinu: ( forcing a light tone) I didn’t feel like sleeping, so I came out for some air... and I was just looking at my phone.

Ganga turned her head to look into his eyes, her chin softly resting on his chest. She squinted slightly, a playful yet suspicious look crossing her face.

Ganga: ( teasing, with a raised eyebrow) What were you looking at on your phone? Your ex-girlfriend or some actress on Instagram?

Srinu couldn’t help but chuckle at her tone, though a trace of irony was in his smile as he thought about her question.

Srinu: ( amused, shaking his head) I was looking at your pictures.

Ganga smiled at him, her suspicion melting into a warm smile.

Ganga: ( curious, still playful) Which picture were you looking at? There are so many pictures of me on your phone.

Srinu: ( softly, with a hint of nostalgia) I was looking at the picture we took on the night before our marriage.

He watched as Ganga’s face scrunched up slightly, trying to remember which picture he was talking about. Seeing her struggle, he decided to help her out.

Srinu: ( giving a gentle clue, smiling) You know, the night we traveled in the car to the temple.

Ganga’s eyes widened slightly as the memory clicked. A shy smile spread across her face, and she quickly buried her face into his chest, playfully slapping his shoulder.

Ganga: ( shyly, muffled against his chest) Hush, Srinu!

Srinu: ( confused, laughing lightly) What happened? Why are you suddenly shy and hitting me?

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with mock seriousness.

Ganga: ( playfully accusing, narrowing her eyes) You know why I’m hitting you.

Srinu: ( grinning, pretending not to understand) No, I don’t.

Ganga: ( pouting slightly, but with a smile) I’m hitting you because of what you did to me in the car while we were traveling to the temple.

Srinu raised an eyebrow, his grin widening.

Srinu: ( teasing, leaning in slightly) Excuse me, ‘what I did’? You mean what we did.

Ganga shook her head, doubling down on her accusation with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Ganga: ( firmly, but still playful) No, it was you who did that. You forced me to do whatever I did in the car. I didn’t know you were such a strange person back then.

Srinu’s playful smile slowly faded as her words hit him in a different way. His expression grew thoughtful, the words “forced” and “strange person” echoing in his mind. He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her emotions.

Srinu: ( gently, with a hint of seriousness) Ganga, do you really think I forced you that night? That I made you do something you didn’t want to?

Ganga blinked, caught off guard by his sudden change in tone. Her playful demeanor faltered, replaced by concern.

Ganga: ( softly, confused) Srinu, what are you talking about? It was just a joke.

Srinu held her gaze, his voice soft but insistent.

Srinu: ( seriously, but with tenderness) But seriously, Ganga. If you ever felt like I pushed you into something you weren’t comfortable with, I want you to tell me. It’s important to me.

Ganga’s expression shifted to one of confusion and slight worry. She looked away, her playful mood completely gone.

Ganga: ( quietly, almost hesitant) Srinu, why are you asking me this now?

Srinu took a deep breath, trying to choose his words carefully.

Srinu: ( softly, with a deep need to understand) Because... I need to know. I need to know if you’ve ever felt that way—not just with me, but with anyone.

Ganga’s eyes widened slightly, and she looked away, the mood between them shifting from light-hearted to something more profound and unsettling. She bit her lip, as if trying to find the right words.

Ganga: ( whispering, with a trace of vulnerability) Srinu…

Srinu gently cupped her face, bringing her gaze back to his, his eyes filled with concern and love.

Srinu: ( pleading softly) Ganga, please. I need to understand.

There was a long pause, filled with tension and unspoken fears. Ganga swallowed hard, her eyes searching his, as if trying to decide whether she could trust him with the truth.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ganga: ( hesitant, vulnerable) Srinu, I... I never thought you were forcing me. What happened between us, I wanted it too, even if I was shy or hesitant at first. But... what you’re really asking about... I don’t know how to talk about that.

Srinu’s heart ached at her words, knowing that his fears were not unfounded.

After hearing her reply, Srinu's mind began to race. So she liked what I did to her in the car, he thought to himself, his expression shifting subtly as he processed her words. Even though I forced her, she acted as if she didn’t like it, but deep down, she did. His thoughts spiraled further, taking a darker turn. Then… she must have liked what Javed and Chacha did to her too, he reasoned, the idea unsettling him deeply.

What a whore!

As Srinu’s mind continued to whirl with unsettling thoughts, his emotions were a tumultuous mix of desire, confusion, and jealousy. Without fully realizing it, his body began to react on its own. His hands, driven by a subconscious need for closeness and reassurance, moved almost instinctively.

Before he could fully comprehend what he was doing, his hands gently cupped Ganga’s face, his fingers spreading across her cheeks as he pulled her closer to him. The softness of her skin beneath his touch sent a shiver down his spine, and without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, urgent kiss.

Ganga was caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions, but she quickly melted into the kiss, her hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. The intensity of the moment surprised Srinu himself. He hadn’t planned this; it was as if his body had acted on its own, driven by a primal need to connect with her, to claim her in a way that reassured him of her love and loyalty.

The kiss was unlike any they had shared before—there was a raw, almost desperate quality to it. Srinu’s lips moved hungrily against hers, as if trying to erase the doubts and fears that had taken root in his mind. He deepened the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing with the conflicting emotions swirling inside him.

As he kissed her, Srinu was startled by how intensely turned on he was. His body responded to her in a way that was almost overpowering, a surge of desire that seemed to consume him from within. The warmth of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the way her body fit perfectly against his—all of it heightened his arousal to a level he hadn’t expected.

What’s happening to me? he wondered, his mind struggling to keep up with the flood of sensations. He hadn’t intended for this kiss to become so heated, so charged with passion, but now that it had, he found himself unable to pull away. He needed this, needed her, in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

His hands moved from her face, one sliding down to her waist, pulling her even closer, while the other tangled in her hair, anchoring her to him. The kiss deepened further, becoming more demanding, more insistent. Every touch, every caress seemed to ignite a fire within him that he couldn’t control.

Ganga, too, was swept up in the intensity of the moment. She responded to his kiss with equal fervor, her own desire mirroring his. She could feel the urgency in his touch, the way his body pressed against hers as if seeking something only she could give.

As the kiss deepened, Srinu's hands, almost instinctively, began to wander lower, sliding down her back until they reached the soft curves of her ass. His fingers pressed into her flesh, massaging her butt cheeks softly, savoring the warmth and fullness of her body. The sensation sent a shiver of excitement through him, and he couldn’t help but pull her even closer, his desire for her growing with every passing second.

Ganga responded to his touch with a soft moan, her body pressing against his, urging him on. Srinu's hands tightened their grip, and without breaking the kiss, he bent slightly, grabbing her firmly around her ass. In one smooth motion, he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He could feel her weight in his hands, a familiar and comforting sensation that he had always cherished.

The weight of her body, the way she fit so perfectly against him, filled him with a sense of deep satisfaction. It was a feeling he had always loved—the sweet, substantial weight of her that reminded him of everything he adored about her. Ganga wasn’t one of those zero-size girls who seemed so delicate and fragile. No, she was real, she was tangible, and she was filled with love. To Srinu, she was like a juicy, tender piece of chicken—soft, meaty, and utterly irresistible.

The meaty chicken is the juicy chicken, he thought with a smirk, recalling how he always found this fullness attractive. He loved that Ganga was a little chubby, that she had curves and softness that he could hold onto. It was part of what made her so desirable to him.

With Ganga wrapped around him, her legs securely locked around his waist, they continued to kiss passionately. Their lips moved together in perfect sync, the heat between them building with every touch, every caress. Srinu’s hands held her steady, his fingers digging into her flesh as he carried her through the doorway and into the bedroom.

As they lay on the bed, Ganga slowly pulled away from the kiss and looked deeply into Srinu’s eyes. There was a softness in her gaze, mixed with a playful glint as she gave him a small, knowing smile. Her left hand moved down between them, and she gently touched his erection through his pants. The sensation made Srinu’s breath hitch slightly.

Ganga: ( teasing, with a mischievous smile) Oh, so this is the reason why you’re still awake.

Srinu managed to smile back at her, but beneath that smile, his thoughts were still tangled. He was trying to focus on the moment, to enjoy the intimacy they were sharing, but the unresolved questions in his mind made it hard to fully relax. He knew he should be confronting her, asking her about the CCTV footage, but instead, he found himself caught up in this moment with her.

Ganga didn’t seem to notice his inner turmoil. She was fully engrossed in him, in the way his body reacted to her touch. Her hand continued to rub him through his pants, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate on anything else.

Slowly, she began to kiss her way down his body, starting at his neck and moving deliberately down his chest, planting soft, lingering kisses along the way. Each kiss sent a jolt of electricity through Srinu, further clouding his thoughts and pulling him deeper into the moment. By the time she reached his abdomen, his breathing had grown heavier, and he found it almost impossible to focus on anything other than the sensations she was creating.

When Ganga finally reached his waistband, she paused, looking up at him with a playful smile before continuing her slow, deliberate descent. She kissed him just above the waistband of his pants, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric.

Srinu: ( breathless, struggling to maintain control) Ganga…

Ganga didn’t say anything. Instead, she slowly began to unbutton his pants, her fingers working with practiced ease. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed in anticipation, and it only fueled her desire to tease him further.

With his pants now unbuttoned, she took her time pulling them down, along with his underwear. Srinu instinctively raised his hips to help her, his head lifting off the pillow as he watched her every move. There was something intensely erotic about the way she was taking control, the way she was so focused on him, and it made it harder for him to keep his thoughts straight.

As she finally freed him from his clothes, Ganga’s eyes widened slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of him.

Ganga's lips wrapped around the head of his penis, her eyes never leaving his as she began to take him deeper into her mouth. The warmth of her tongue traced the veins on his shaft, teasing and tantalizing as she moved slowly, savoring every inch. Her hand, slick with the spit she had just used to lubricate him, followed the path of her mouth, stroking his length in a rhythmic motion that matched the slow, deliberate pace of her movements.

As she took him further into her mouth, Ganga's eyes communicated a mix of desire and devotion. She was in control, guiding the experience, ensuring that every sensation was heightened. Her other hand gently cupped his balls, massaging them in time with her movements, adding another layer of pleasure to the mix.

The sound of her slurping filled the room, mingling with the heavy breaths and quiet moans that escaped him. Ganga's mouth continued to work on him, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his penis as she went deeper, her lips tight around his shaft. She maintained eye contact, the intensity of the moment building between them, her gaze never wavering as she conveyed the pleasure she was giving him and the satisfaction she found in doing so.

Her head began to bob more steadily now, each movement becoming more confident as she took more of him into her mouth with each pass. The wetness of her mouth combined with the smooth, slick strokes of her hand created a friction that was both maddening and blissful. Every slurp, every flick of her tongue, sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

Srinu's fingers threaded through Ganga's hair, feeling the softness and texture as he gripped it firmly. The sensation of control, of guiding her head as she pleasured him, intensified his arousal. As his hands moved to the back of her head, he gently pushed her closer, urging her to take more of him into her mouth. The pressure of her lips and the warmth of her mouth surrounding him sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He couldn't resist the urge to watch her. Every time he lifted his head from the bed, the sight of Ganga's lips sliding up and down his shaft, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of submission and eagerness, drove him wild. The image was burned into his mind, heightening his arousal with each passing second.

But then, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, Srinu let his head fall back onto the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. He allowed himself to fully immerse in the sensations—the wet heat of her mouth, the steady rhythm of her sucking, the firm grip of her lips. It was ecstasy, pure and unfiltered, washing over him in waves. For a few moments, the world around him ceased to exist. It was just him and Ganga, lost in the throes of passion.

However, as he reopened his eyes, the intensity of his pleasure was abruptly overshadowed by confusion and shock. The room he was in had changed—no, it hadn't changed; it had returned to something hauntingly familiar. He recognized the cold, unfinished walls of the construction building, the same place where he and Ganga had been taken by Javed and Chacha.

But the only difference is that now he is not looking Javed and ChaCha having sex with Ganga from the cctv camera point of view, Instead, he is Javed and also Chacha.​