Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Javed ( flipping the coin for the fourth time, this time with a confident smirk): Madam you know what to do.

Ganga ( pausing, deep in thought, finally calling out softly): “Tails.”

Javed ( his excitement obvious as he opened his hand): “Bad luck, madam, it’s heads. You lost.”

Chacha ( interrupting impatiently from the side, eyes gleaming with greed): “Madam, ab aapko kapde utarne padenge.” [Madam, now you have to remove your clothes.]

Ganga closing her eyes, her body tense, sulking slightly as the reality of her loss sank in, knowing she now had to strip something off.

Srinu watching with dread as the tension mounted, Ganga’s hesitation palpable through the screen.

Javed and Chacha their eyes glistening with anticipation, their breath heavy as they stared at her like pigs ready to feast.

Ganga finally opening her eyes, taking a deep breath, her resolve firm as she lifted her right hand to her left wrist and, without a word, removed her watch. She then looked at both Javed and Chacha’s dumbfounded faces, her expression cold and calculated, making it clear that she was done stripping.

Chacha ( bursting out in frustration, his voice laced with anger): “Yeh kya hai, madam? Aapko kapde utarne the!” [What is this, madam? You were supposed to remove your clothes!]

Javed ( also chiming in, his frustration barely hidden): “Haan, madam, yeh watch nahi chalti!” [Yes, madam, your watch doesn’t count!]

Ganga ( calmly raising her left hand to silence them, her voice sharp but composed): “Did you both forget the condition I put before playing this game? I get to choose what I remove, not you.”

Javed and Chacha exchanging embarrassed glances, once again acknowledging that Ganga had outplayed them, the humiliation evident in their eyes.

Javed ( turning to Ganga with a cunning smile): “Okay, madam, let’s continue. Since you lost this time, it’s our turn to call the toss.” He flipped the coin and, with a confident smirk, called, “Heads.”

Ganga her heart sank as Javed opened his hand, revealing she had lost again. She sighed, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face.

Javed ( pretending to encourage her, his voice dripping with feigned sympathy): “Don’t worry, madam. You’ll have plenty of chances to win—just keep playing.”

Chacha ( chuckling as he leaned closer, eagerly adding): “Yes, madam, Javed is right. Don’t let a couple of losses bring you down.”

Chacha ( before Ganga could think of outsmarting them again, quickly moving his hand to rest it on her ass): “Madam, I think you should remove your saree this time.”

Javed ( placing his hand on her chest, his tone mockingly sweet): “No, no, madam. It should be your blouse this time.”

Ganga her eyes widening in shock, feeling their hands intrusively placed on her, disgust flooding her expression Without hesitation, she slapped their hands away.

Ganga ( furious, her voice sharp): “Keep your dirty hands off me! This is the last time I’m saying this—I’ll decide what to remove, not you.”

Javed ( rubbing his hand where she’d slapped it, an amused glint in his eyes): “Okay, madam, don’t be so angry. We’d have kept our hands off if you’d just given us a chance to sleep with you.”

Chacha ( nodding eagerly): “Yes, madam, just give us a chance.”

Ganga ( glaring at them, her voice steely): “Just shut up, both of you.”

Ganga ( writing later in her diary, her frustration clear): “Srinu, I was furious. How dare they touch me and demand I remove my clothes? They actually thought that by touching me, they could manipulate me into doing what they wanted. They’re fools.”

Javed ( smiling slyly): “Alright, madam, we’ll be quiet. But you still have to remove something.”

Ganga gritting her teeth, her anger evident as she raised her hands to reach the back of her head. Her action unintentionally lifted her chest, drawing the eager stares of Javed and Chacha, who couldn’t resist feasting their eyes on the sight. Ignoring them, she removed her hairband with a forceful tug, her long, beautiful hair cascading down in waves around her shoulders, making her look even more stunning.

Javed and Chacha both momentarily lost, their eyes wide as they drank in her beauty, forgetting the game for a second

Ganga ( noticing their dumbstruck faces, adjusting her hair with a cold expression): “Let’s continue the game.”

Both Javed and Chacha snapped out of their trance, refocusing on the game. Javed took the coin, flipping it confidently and calling out, "Tails." Ganga watched as it spun in the air before landing in Javed’s hand. He opened his palm, smirking, “Madam, you've won again!”

Chacha, thrilled by the result, bounced forward with a wide grin.

Chacha ( excitedly): "Great! I’ll take off my lungi!"

Javed ( laughing): “What’s with you, Chacha? Always so keen to strip down. Think you’re a bodybuilder or something?”

Chacha ( smirking, gesturing at his crotch): "Bodybuilders have muscles everywhere, but I’ve got mine exactly where they count."

With a smug wink, Chacha yanked off his lungi, standing proudly in his worn-out, tattered underwear. Ganga, horrified but unable to look away, caught a glimpse of a large hole in front, giving a view of his thick cock straining beneath. She gasped, eyes widening in shock before quickly turning her head.

Javed, barely able to contain his laughter, chacha clapped javed on the shoulder.

Chacha ( chuckling): "Alright, enough laughing, Chacha. Let's get back to the game."

Javed flipped the coin again, calling out “Tails.” But once more, Ganga won.

Javed let out an exaggerated sigh and turned to her with a hint of playful defeat.

Javed: "Madam, seems like it’s my turn now."

He removed his pants, now standing beside Chacha in just his underwear. Srinu, watching the footage, noticed Ganga’s quick glance toward Javed’s form before she looked away, her expression one of discomfort mixed with reluctant curiosity.

Javed noticed Ganga’s gaze lingering a bit too long on him, and, seizing the opportunity, he started flexing his muscles like a show-off bodybuilder.

Javed ( smugly, striking a pose): "Chacha, check out these muscles!" ( pointing to his abs) "See? Six-pack. Meanwhile, you’ve got yourself a family pack!"

Chacha shot him a look, unphased, patting his own belly with a proud grin.

Chacha ( defiant): "You might have those fancy muscles, but strength? That's something I’ve got more of than you, Javed!"

With that, Chacha joined in, imitating Javed’s poses, attempting to flex his non-existent muscles while pushing out his belly as if it were his prized possession. Srinu, watching the video, expected Ganga to be disgusted by their ridiculous display. But to his surprise, she giggled, unable to help herself.

Ganga wrote, "Srinu, I know you must be baffled, seeing me laugh at a moment like this. But there was something so absurd, so ridiculous about these two buffoons acting like apes, as if their antics would impress me. And yet, despite laughing at them, I’ve never felt this much shame. To have two strangers standing in nothing but their underwear in front of me, flaunting themselves…it’s a punishment I must’ve earned in some previous life."

Srinu felt a strange mix of surprise and confusion over Ganga’s conflicted feelings. Javed and Chacha, catching her laughter, doubled down, striking even sillier poses, feeding off her reaction.

Ganga quickly regained her composure, clearing her throat.

Ganga ( firmly): "Alright, enough of this nonsense. Toss the coin. Let’s just finish the game."

Javed and Chacha straightened up, nodding, though the smug grins on their faces lingered, clearly pleased with the attention.

Javed tossed the coin again, and this time, Ganga lost. She was staring at her hands, preparing to remove her bangles as per the rules. But Javed wasn’t satisfied with this minimal move. With a quick nod to Chacha, he signaled him to pull her saree away. Without missing a beat, Chacha grabbed her pallu and yanked it hard, causing Ganga to spin around in shock.

Ganga ( furious): “I’m done with this game! You both broke my rules!”

Javed, quick to manage the situation, held up his hands to calm her down.

Javed ( soothingly): “Please, madam, don’t get angry. Don’t stop playing! You’re really close to winning. Just two more wins, and we’ll be completely naked, and then you can go to your husband.”

Chacha nodded enthusiastically, joining in with an apologetic tone.

Chacha ( pleading): “Sorry, madam, for pulling your saree. But don’t give up now! You’re so close. If you just get our underwear off, you’ll win.”

Ganga took a deep breath, her anger still simmering but acknowledging the logic in their words.

she later wrote, "I wanted to stop playing right then, Srinu. When that idiot Chacha pulled my saree, I almost walked out. But their argument made sense… just a few more rounds, and I’d win. I thought if I played along, I could finally come to you.”

As she reached to put her saree back on, Javed interrupted her with a sly smirk.

Javed ( teasing): “Ah, madam, no putting clothes back on. Once it’s off, it stays off till the game is finished. Or we’ll put our clothes back on too.”

Chacha chimed in, echoing Javed’s condition with a grin. Ganga, realizing she had no choice, let the saree remain on the floor. She now stood in just her blouse, which was fitted tightly over her chest, and her langa, while her mangalsutra dangled just above her exposed cleavage.

Ganga became hyper-aware of her body; with the saree gone, her soft belly and cleavage were fully visible. She noticed both Javed and Chacha’s eyes tracing every inch, and they weren’t even subtle about it.

Javed moved closer, eyes glued to her chest, his tone almost reverent.

Javed ( admiringly): “People like us don’t ever get to see something like this. We’re blessed today, Chacha.”

Chacha circled around to her back, openly ogling her exposed skin, his tone dripping with appreciation.

Chacha ( hungrily): “Madam, I’ve never seen a woman with such curves.”

Ganga glanced over her shoulder at Chacha, momentarily catching his gaze. His eyes held a disturbing hunger that unsettled her, but his flattery was strangely disarming.

she later wrote, "Srinu, this time, they weren’t just trying to touch me. They were trying to manipulate me with their words, showering me with compliments. Even if I laughed at them, their gaze was undressing me. It was like I could feel their eyes, stripping away whatever remained of my clothing.”

Srinu, watching the video, noticed Ganga’s subtle discomfort as she tried to cover her cleavage. But Javed quickly intervened, his voice soft and persuasive.

Javed ( smoothly): “Please, madam, don’t hide yourself. It’s a sin to cover this kind of beauty.”

Chacha ( supportively): “Yes, madam, it’s a crime to even wear clothes over such beauty. Let us help you take them off.”

Without waiting for her reaction, Chacha placed one hand on her back, rubbing it softly, while his other hand reached down, grasping her langa, attempting to pull it down. Ganga turned sharply.

she placed her hand on Chacha’s to stop him. But Srinu noticed her reaction was slower than before, almost as if her resolve was wavering.

Taking advantage of her focus on Chacha, Javed slid his hands over her chest, cupping her softly. Ganga looked at javed, her other hand pressing against his to push him away.

Ganga ( softly, almost pleading): “Stop it… please, remove your hands.”

Srinu observed with mounting confusion; her voice lacked its usual fire. He watched as they continued groping her for a few moments before she finally managed to push them off, her breathing heavy with the effort.

Javed and Chacha stood back, frustrated yet clearly still eager, their eyes lingering on her. Javed broke the silence, his voice taking on an almost desperate tone.

Javed ( pleadingly): “Enough with this silly game, madam. Please, just give us a chance… let us fuck you once.”

Chacha nodded, his voice pleading as well.

Chacha ( gently): “Yes, madam, only once. If you don’t like it, you can go.”

Srinu held his breath, certain that Ganga would lash out in anger. But her response shook him to his core.

Ganga ( calmly, with a hint of finality): “If you want me… then finish the game.”

Srinu sat in stunned silence, reeling from her words. The thought that she might actually let them have her if they won was a shock he couldn’t process.

she later wrote, "I know, Srinu, you must be angry reading this. But you have to understand—I had to keep them playing. If they stopped now, I wouldn’t have any leverage. I had to keep them interested in the game… it was my only way out.”

Srinu leaned back, unsure what to think, watching as the game continued, wondering just how much further Ganga would be pushed before she escaped… or surrendered.

Reluctantly, Javed flipped the coin, and once again, Ganga lost. The air was thick with tension, each one acutely aware of the lingering effects of their previous touches. Javed and Chacha both anticipated that Ganga would remove something minor, like her bangles, but her next move caught everyone off guard.

Slowly, with a deliberate touch, Ganga moved her hands up to the hooks of her blouse. Javed and Chacha both felt a jolt of excitement, thinking for a moment she might actually remove her blouse. But then, she only undid a single hook—just enough to tease them without fully revealing anything.

The look on both men’s faces was one of agonizing frustration, and Srinu, watching the video, was stunned by this unexpected move.

Ganga wrote:
"Srinu, I know exactly what you're thinking: what kind of wife would go so far as to tease strange men by undoing her blouse like that? But you need to understand, this wasn’t about letting them have me—it was about punishing them. After the way they put their hands on me, I knew I didn’t have the strength to fight back physically, so I had to play them in another way. If I could leave them wanting and denied, I’d have the last laugh, just like I did with those college guys who tried to mess with me.”

Reading her words, Srinu's mind filled with disgust. He thought, "What a shameless woman, pretending to justify herself with these excuses."

Javed's eyes were glued to Ganga, her blouse slipping open just enough to reveal more of her cleavage, teasing him beyond his control. He snapped, his voice dark and rough with desire.

Javed ( snarling): "Sali randi! [You damn slut!]"

Without another thought, he lunged at her, his hands grabbing her breasts, pressing them hard as his lips latched onto her skin, kissing and licking every inch of her chest and cleavage.

Before Ganga could react to his onslaught, Chacha came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

chacha's mouth finding the back of her neck. He kissed her skin slowly, his breath hot against her, making her shudder.

In the video, Srinu watched, his heart hammering as Ganga struggled to fend them off. She raised her left hand, pushing Chacha away, while her right hand pressed against Javed's face, trying to break free.

Javed, however, wasn’t giving up. Instead of pulling back, he pushed on, his mouth moving up her neck, closing in toward her lips.

Ganga twisted her face away, managing to keep his lips from touching hers. Watching this, Srinu felt a strange surge of relief. The thought of Javed kissing Ganga’s lips felt like too much, too intimate. Only I deserve that, he thought fiercely. No one else.

Javed, visibly frustrated by Ganga’s rejection, returned to her breasts, biting and sucking with renewed hunger. To Srinu’s dismay, he noticed Ganga’s expression soften; instead of fighting, she seemed to be giving in, her hands loosening their hold on Javed as he pressed into her. A small, almost involuntary moan escaped her lips as her fingers found Javed’s back, pushing him closer to her chest.

Meanwhile, Chacha was intensifying his own touch, his hands roaming as he kissed up the side of her neck, now licking the back of her ear. Ganga’s eyes closed, a low, breathy sigh slipping past her lips.

But Javed wasn’t done testing her limits. Rising from her chest, he leaned in for her lips again, determined. Ganga turned away, evading him once more.

Javed ( growling with frustration): "Why don’t you just—"

Without warning, Ganga’s hand shot up, and her palm cracked against his face in a sharp slap that echoed through the room. The slap made both Javed and Chacha freeze, shock clear in their eyes as they stopped in their tracks.

Javed rubbed his cheek with a slow smile, leaning close to Ganga, his voice barely above a murmur, laced with amusement.

Javed ( smiling slyly): "Madam, did you slap me out of anger... or are you just afraid of the pleasure we were giving you?"

Chacha moved in close, whispering into her ear with a low, taunting tone.

Chacha ( grinning): "Yes, madam, are you afraid you might end up wanting to fuck us more than your husband?"

For a split second, Ganga hesitated, her gaze hardening. But then she shot back, her voice edged with defiance.

Ganga ( firmly): "Shut up, you bastards, and just finish the game."

Javed and Chacha burst into laughter, their voices echoing through the empty building as they took a step back, satisfied with her response.

Watching this on video, Srinu felt a pang of confusion. That moment of hesitation in Ganga’s response—why had she hesitated? Driven by curiosity, he picked up her diary, hoping to understand her true feelings.

As he read, her words unfolded like a secret confession:

"I slapped that asshole Javed across his smug face. But that shameless bastard didn’t even flinch; he just laughed and started asking those stupid questions. They think they can push me, like I’m one of those women who flirts with strange men and fucks them for fun. But they don’t know me. There are so many women who pretend to be sanskari but are sluts beneath it all. Believe me, Srinu, you’d be shocked to know how many are like that in our own friends and family circles. Even Priya, my best friend who looked so innocent, was a slut from way back in our college days. Priya used to get fucked by the boys in our class. I remember how our seniors would take Priya and other friends upstairs to empty classrooms, where they’d have their group fuck sessions. That’s how slutty Priya was, always acting so innocent in front of everyone."

Srinu paused, his mind flashing back to memories of Priya. She was undeniably stunning, the kind of beauty that had every guy in his circle captivated. He remembered one day when Priya had visited their home. She’d leaned in with a naughty smile, letting her cleavage show just enough to tempt him to come fuck her in the bathroom, while Ganga had been busy in the kitchen.

after that day whenever he thinks of priya he has an instant hard-on in his pants And how much he wanted to fuck her. But he always knew no amount of beauty in this world is worth fucking if it meant losing ganga the love of his life.

He turned back to the diary, letting Ganga’s words pull him in again.

"In college, Priya and others even fucked some of our teachers for better grades. She made me swear never to tell anyone, and being a loyal friend, I never did. It wasn’t just Priya; most of the girls in my college and college brought strangers into their rooms for one-night stands. They didn’t care about our culture, which teaches that a woman should stay pure until marriage. Srinu, you know my family. You know the values my parents raised me with. You wouldn’t believe how many times I was approached, invited to their group fuck sessions. But I never accepted, and I stayed a virgin until our marriage. I knew I had to save myself for my true love—you Srinu."

But then the tone of her writing shifted, her words revealing a hidden layer.

"Srinu, I have to confess… when they asked if I enjoyed being touched by men other than my husband, it woke up a voice buried deep inside me, a voice I tried to silence with my loyalty to you. It’s a voice that’s always questioned me: Am I missing out by saving myself for one person? Am I going to have sex with only one man for the rest of my life? How does it feel for women who experience it with others? These thoughts come to me whenever I see my friends going behind their husbands’ backs."

Srinu set down the diary, his mind swimming. He’d always heard that a woman’s heart was deeper than the ocean, and now, reading Ganga’s most intimate thoughts, he understood. She was a maze of emotions, a complex blend of love, curiosity, and restraint—her desires and fears, all hidden beneath her calm exterior. In those words, he glimpsed the truest depths of her heart.

Srinu replayed the video, his mind fixated on every moment. Javed flipped the coin, his voice calling “heads” just as the coin spun in the air. With a wicked grin, Javed caught it, revealing the result to Ganga. It was heads. Again, she had lost.

Javed ( tauntingly): "There you go, madam. You wanted to play, and now you lost."

Chacha joined, stepping close behind her with a grin on his face.

Chacha ( leaning in, teasing): "Yes, madam, you lost. Now, you have to remove your clothes."

In the video, Srinu noticed a flicker of thought pass over Ganga’s face. He assumed she might playfully take off something insignificant, maybe a bangle or her hairpin, anything to buy time and keep Javed and Chacha in the game until one of them eventually lost. But as he watched, his anticipation turned to shock at her next move.

Ganga stood between Javed and Chacha, her heart racing as she felt their eager eyes on her. She lifted her hands to the sides of her langa, her fingers toying with the fabric just above her hips. She hesitated, casting them a daring glance, then slowly began inching the langa up her legs, teasing them with the slow reveal of skin.

The room was silent, save for the slight rustle of fabric. As her langa rose higher, both men stared, their expressions caught between shock and intrigue. Ganga’s hands moved gracefully, sliding beneath the langa, where her fingers found the waistband of her panties. She exhaled, her breath catching slightly as she hooked her thumbs into the thin band.

With a soft shimmy, she wiggled her hips, making the fabric slide gradually down her thighs. She shifted her weight, her hips swaying, her movements deliberate and teasing. The panties inched lower, revealing more of her skin, the anticipation building with each subtle motion.

As the waistband reached her knees, she bent slightly, the lacy fabric sliding down to her ankles. She stepped out gracefully, lifting one foot, then the other, leaving the panties in a small, crumpled heap on the floor. When she straightened, she looked at Javed and Chacha, a bold, defiant gleam in her eye, as if to challenge them.

Srinu could almost hear her silent challenge: Yes, I just did that. What are you going to do about it?

In her diary, he recalled Ganga’s words, written with a raw honesty that struck him:

"Srinu, I too had no idea what made me remove my panties. I wanted to tease them, to punish them, make them want me without ever letting them have me. But as their hands kept wandering over me, as their eyes devoured me, a voice deep inside—one that I’ve ignored for so long—stirred. ‘What if you just took them off?’ it whispered. There was this voice in my head, something deep and hidden that I’d always suppressed. A voice that whispers when no one else is around, questioning everything I’ve been taught, every norm I’ve been conditioned to follow. This voice, i realized, had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, buried under years of societal expectations. It was the voice that made me question the rules that governed my life: the traditions that dictated how i should dress, how i should behave, and how i should interact with the world. I had suppressed this voice, silencing it whenever it dared to speak up when someone said "Don’t wear those clothes; they’re too revealing. Don’t talk to strangers; they’ll think poorly of you. Keep your pallu over your head when around men; it’s respectful." Each admonition from family and society reinforced my compliance "Why must I cover up? Why must I hide who I am? Why is it wrong to express my desires?" The questions echoed in my mind, demanding answers.

In the heat of the moment with Javed and Chacha, i felt that voice rise up, overpowering the whispers of doubt and fear. It urged me to break the mold, to embrace my sensuality, to act on my desires without apology. The culmination of years spent repressing that part of myself led to an overwhelming desire to rebel, to feel alive in a way i had never allowed myself before. I wanted to tease them, to see how far I could go without losing myself. I wanted to punish them for the years of suppression by showing them the side of me they thought they could never touch. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, When I removed my panties, it was a moment of pure instinct, a desire to unleash everything I had kept bottled up. It was like a dam bursting, flooding my senses with exhilaration. I wanted to take back the narrative. I wanted to challenge the expectations placed upon me and discover who I truly am beneath the layers of tradition."

As Srinu returned to the screen, he watched Javed and Chacha pounce on her with unrestrained desire. Javed’s hands were immediately on her breasts, his mouth hungrily covering her, while Chacha’s lips found her back, each touch more aggressive than before. The last hints of resistance seemed to dissolve as Ganga let out a soft, involuntary moan, her body yielding to their touch.

Javed’s hands moved deftly to the remaining hooks on her blouse, unfastening them and peeling her blouse off her shoulders, He paused, taking in the sight of her skin, her exposed curves, before moving his mouth to her cleavage his mouth exploring every inch, his hands kneading the soft flesh. His lips moved eagerly, sucking and teasing, as he explored the sensitive skin with his tongue, igniting waves of pleasure that coursed through her. Ganga’s breath hitched, each moan escaping her lips as she Ganga threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth traveled to her breasts, where he paused to take in the sight of her before he began kissing and nibbling gently at her nipples over her bra, alternating between soft kisses and playful bites.

Srinu watched, hoping, just hoping she’d push him away, that she’d resist. But his hope evaporated when he saw Ganga’s lips parted, her tongue slipping out to lick her upper lip, her face lost in pleasure. There was no disgust, no shame—only enjoyment.

Seeing Javed suckling on Ganga's nipples, Srinu’s mind was flooded with memories of just how soft and full her breasts felt. Her boobs had always been the hottest part of her body to him, and he couldn’t resist them, even when they were in public. He remembered how she used to playfully manipulate him, flashing him a hint of cleavage whenever she wanted something from him. All it took was that little tease, and he’d be wrapped around her finger, doing whatever she asked. He would rest his head on her chest, feeling as if her breasts were his two best friends, a source of warmth, comfort, and sheer temptation.

But now, watching a man he considered a third-class laborer, a nobody, munching on her breasts, made him feel sick to his core. It was as if something sacred was being torn away from him. Each kiss, each bite from Javed on the breasts he cherished, made Srinu feel dead inside, a hollow ache growing as he continued to watch.

Chacha was equally relentless in his exploration, Chacha leaned in, his lips brushing softly along her shoulders, starting at the nape of her neck and trailing down, leaving a series of slow, lingering kisses in his wake. Chacha’s lips brushed against her back, warm and slightly damp, pressing kisses along her spine. Ganga’s body responded in small, instinctive movements, her breath quickening, her skin sensitized to each touch.

He lifted her hair gently with one hand, brushing it aside to reveal the thin strap of her bra resting against her shoulder. His fingers found the strap, and he began to slide it down, his lips following the path, pressing kisses against the newly exposed skin. The contrast between the cool air and his warm breath made her shiver, and as he reached her shoulder, he felt her hand on his, halting his movement.

Ganga ( her voice barely a whisper, trembling): “Please… don’t take it off.”

Her words were hesitant, yet her body seemed to say otherwise. There was a slight tremor in her voice, a mix of uncertainty and excitement, as if she was torn between her own desire and an instinct to resist. Chacha leaned closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered.

Chacha ( softly, a hint of teasing in his tone): “Madam, stop teasing us like this… let us see you completely. Let us explore every part of you.”

Ganga turned her head slightly, her face a mixture of resistance and intrigue, her lips parting as though to respond, but all she managed was a soft, almost inaudible “no.” Yet her body contradicted her words. Her posture, her slight, involuntary movements—all of it hinted that, at least a part of her, was yielding to their touch.

Chacha returned to her back, trailing kisses lower, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses that sent shivers down her spine. He moved with slow, deliberate intention, pressing his lips against every curve, every fold, lingering in the small of her back. reaching her hips, his lips tracing every curve, every contour. He took his time, pressing his lips to each fold, tasting the faint, salty sheen of sweat that clung to her skin. She let out soft, involuntary sounds as he continued, her body arching slightly, responding to his exploration. Chacha’s hands found their way to her hips, squeezing them gently as he pressed his mouth to the sensitive area between her back and her waist, inhaling the scent of her skin.

Moving lower, his hands spread across her buttocks, fingers pressing into her skin as he massaged her, savoring the way her body molded under his hands.

Chacha leaned in, bringing his face close to her ass, breathing in her ass as he buried his nose against her. He let his lips press into her butt, taking a mouthful of her flesh between his teeth, biting down gently but firmly, tasting the heat of her skin underneath her langa.​