Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Chacha’s response was immediate. He intensified his movements, his tongue focusing on her clit, flicking and circling it with practiced precision. His hands tightened on her thighs, pulling her even closer as he worked over her sensitive spots, alternating between firm licks and gentle sucking that sent waves of pleasure through her body. He relished every moan, every tremor that coursed through her as she arched her back, her breaths coming faster with each flick of his tongue.

Meanwhile, Javed stood to the side, watching with satisfaction as Chacha devoured her. His cock still hard, he moved closer, positioning himself beside her head. Ganga turned her gaze to him, a look of desire and mischief in her eyes as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft and guiding it toward her mouth. She opened her mouth, welcoming him in. She took him eagerly, licking every trace of her own cum from Javed’s cock. She wrapped her lips around him, her eyes locked on his as she began to suck him deep, her tongue tracing from the base to the head of his cock, savoring every inch.

After licking him clean, Ganga let her head dip lower, her tongue trailing down to Javed’s balls. She kissed and licked his sack, her mouth moving over him with teasing affection. Javed moaned, a shudder of pleasure rippling through him.

Javed ( groaning, his voice thick with ecstasy): "Ahhh… meri randi, maar dalegi kya?" [Ahhh… my slut, are you trying to kill me?]

Hearing his pleasure, Ganga playfully took his right testicle into her mouth, sucking on it gently. Javed’s moans grew louder, his voice thick with tension.

Javed ( strained, almost begging): "Sali randi… aisa mat chuso, nikal jayegi!" [You damned slut… don’t suck like that, or I’ll come!]

Realizing he was close to the edge, Ganga grinned mischievously. She gave his testicle a playful bite, pushing him even closer. Javed cried out in pleasure, his voice rough with the intensity.

Javed ( exclaiming, voice breaking): "Behan chod… mujhse aur nahi ho payega!"

Gripping her hair tightly, Javed held her head in place, thrusting his cock into her mouth with an urgency that left no room for gentleness. He pushed her head down, his cock sliding deep into her throat, filling her mouth as he took control, his hands guiding her rhythm. After a few forceful strokes, he came with a powerful thrust, spilling into her mouth.

Srinu watched, his gut twisting as he saw Ganga’s eyes widen, her cheeks bulging slightly as she took in Javed’s cum. He could see it in her expression—she had no hesitation, no reluctance. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Srinu knew, with grim certainty, what she would do next.

Srinu ( thinking bitterly, his mind dark): That whore is definitely going to swallow his cum. She’s not stopping. She wants every last drop.

And just as he predicted, Ganga did exactly that. Without a second thought, she swallowed Javed’s cum, letting it slide down her throat in one swift motion, her face serene, utterly satisfied.

Srinu ( his fists clenched, his eyes burning with a cold fury): This ends with all of them paying the price. I’ll make sure of it.

Srinu’s gaze remained fixed on the screen, his heart pounding furiously as he watched Javed, utterly spent, collapse onto the mattress. His eyes closed, breathing heavily, basking in the pleasure he’d just experienced. Chacha noticed Javed’s collapse and, lifting his head from between Ganga’s thighs where he’d been devouring her, grinned mockingly.

Chacha ( mockingly): "Kya re, Javed? Tere six packs mein itna hi dam tha kya?" [What, Javed? Is that all the strength your six-pack has?]

Javed ( smirking, without opening his eyes): "Madarchod, chup kar. Is randi ke chusne ke samne koi nahin tik sakta." [Motherfucker, shut up. No one can stand a chance against this slut’s sucking.]

Chacha chuckled, clearly entertained and more than ready to prove his own prowess.

Chacha ( smirking, moving into a cross-legged position): "Chup kar be, chutiye. Ab dekh mere family pack mein kitna dam hai!"

With that, Chacha scooted back slightly into a cross-legged position and grabbed Ganga by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. The suddenness of his move made Ganga gasp, momentarily startled, but she quickly caught on, wrapping her legs around his belly, her feet hooking behind his back as she positioned herself on top of him. Chacha, hard and ready, guided her down, sliding himself into her, his grip firm on her waist.

Ganga responded by leaning forward, meeting Chacha’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips locked, tongues entwining as Chacha began to lift her hips, urging her to bounce up and down on his cock. Ganga seemed to understand instinctively what he wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, shifted her weight slightly onto his shoulders, and began to ride him, her moans filling the room as she kissed him fervently.

As they moved together, Chacha could feel her tightening around him, as though her body were trying to draw everything from him.

Chacha ( breathless, pulling back from the kiss, a grin spreading across his face): "Madarchod randi, thook meri munh mein!" [Motherfucking slut, spit in my mouth!]

Srinu’s eyes narrowed as he watched Ganga’s puzzled expression quickly transform into a naughty smile. She nodded, seeming to find pleasure in the demand.

Chacha opened his mouth wide, waiting, and Ganga gathered saliva in her mouth, then leaned forward and spat into his open mouth without hesitation. Chacha savored her spit, letting his tongue play with it before swallowing it down with relish.

Chacha ( opening his mouth again, eager for more): More… give me more.

But Ganga, mischief dancing in her eyes, decided to tease him. Instead of spitting directly, she let her saliva pool on her lower lip, letting it drip slowly like honey. Chacha, driven by his desire, leaned in, trying to catch the slow, tantalizing drip. Just as he was about to reach it, Ganga slurped it back, denying him.

Chacha ( frustrated, voice thick with longing): "Madarchod randi, kyu tadpa rahi hai? Thook na mere munh mein!" [Motherfucking slut, why are you teasing me? Spit in my mouth already!]

Ganga, with a playful defiance, shook her head, her face alight with mischief.

Chacha ( groaning, exasperated but pleading): "Kya ho gaya tumhen? Kyon nahin thook rahi hai mere muh mein?" [What’s gotten into you? Why won’t you spit in my mouth?]

Ganga simply looked back at him, her gaze intense, a glint in her eye as she enjoyed the power she held over him.

Chacha ( sighing, surrendering): "Kya chahiye tumhen? Kya main bheekh maangu tumhare thook ke liye?" [What do you want? Should I beg for your spit?]

Ganga’s grin widened, and she nodded, her eyes filled with amusement.

Chacha ( leaning forward, his voice low, almost reverent): "Madam, please… let me drink your spit. Please open your mouth and bless me with your spit."

Finally, appeased, Ganga slowly opened her mouth again, letting her spit drip down once more. This time, Chacha didn’t miss his chance. He leaned forward quickly, capturing her lips, drinking in her saliva as though it were the finest liquor. Their mouths met again in a deep, consuming kiss, both of them lost in the passion as they tasted each other, bodies pressed close, desire thickening the air around them.

Srinu watched as Ganga, caught up in her passion, rode Chacha’s cock with an intensity he hadn’t seen before. Her movements grew wild, her body responding in ways that seemed beyond her control. She broke away from Chacha’s lips, her mouth trailing across his face, biting and licking down his neck, leaving marks along his dirty skin. When she reached his shoulder, she bit down hard, catching him off guard.

Chacha ( half-groaning, half-laughing, feeling the sting of her bite): "Sali bhi, aisa mat kato! Mera nikal jaega!" [Damn slut, don’t bite me like that! You’ll make me cum!]

Javed, hearing Chacha’s pained exclamation, couldn’t help but smirk.

Javed ( chuckling, satisfied): "Kya bola tha, Chacha? Maine kaha tha na, koi is randi ke samne tik nahin payega!" [What did I tell you, Chacha? I told you, no one can last in front of this slut!]

Chacha ( breathless, nodding in agreement): "Haan, Javed, tu sach bol raha tha. Iss randi ke saamne koi nahin tik sakta. Kisko batata ki ye itni badi randi niklegi!" [Yeah, Javed, you were right. No one can handle this slut. Who would’ve guessed she’d turn out to be such a big whore?]

With a firm grip, Chacha pulled Ganga close, laying her down on the mattress to regain control over her wild movements. He pinned her hands above her head, locking her wrists tightly in his grip. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, her body laid out before him. Her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath, her mangalsutra resting against her chest, drawing his attention to her soft, bouncy breasts. His gaze traveled down her creamy belly, her flesh looking tender and inviting, and his eyes lingered on her fleshy arms, smooth and adjacent to her face. Finally, his eyes moved to her baby armpits, smooth and soft, with little folds that only heightened her allure.

Chacha ( awed, his voice soft but filled with admiration): "Yeh insaan ka shareer toh nahin ho sakta… tu toh asman se aayi koi pari hai." [This can’t be a human body… you must be an angel from heaven.]

Ganga’s lips curved into a shy smile, her eyes glinting with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure at his words.

Chacha ( continuing, his gaze never leaving her face): "Hum jaise log toh apne aap ko khush-naseeb samajhte hain ki tujhe dekh pa rahe hain, kya baat karein, tujhe chhune ko mil raha hai. Mujhe toh vishwas hi nahin hota ke khud bhagwan ne mujhe yeh mauka diya hai tujhe chodne ka. Khuda ko khud apni chaddi mein nikal jayega agar wo tujhe dekhe, madam." [People like us consider ourselves lucky just to see you, let alone touch you. I can’t believe that God himself gave me the chance to fuck you. Even God would cum in his pants if he saw you, madam.]

Hearing his words, Ganga couldn’t hold back a giggle, her cheeks flushing as she laughed, both amused and aroused by his unrestrained admiration.

Chacha’s hand slid down her body, his fingers finding their way to her wet, inviting pussy. With two fingers, he began to finger her, his movements firm, each thrust making her moan louder. Her pussy was so wet that slurping sounds filled the room as his fingers went in and out, confirming just how aroused she was. Ganga’s body reacted instinctively, her hands clawing at the mattress, her loud moans escaping her lips as she squirmed under his touch.

Meanwhile, Chacha leaned down, his mouth finding her soft, creamy belly. He licked and kissed her navel, relishing the feel of her warm, smooth skin.

Her belly reminded him of a plump, soft cake—no matter how much he buried his face into it, it seemed to yield and go deeper, inviting him to taste more.

Chacha ( murmuring to himself, almost in awe): "Kya malai ka tukda hai yeh pet." [What a creamy piece of flesh this belly is.]

Satisfied, he moved up to her breasts, taking one in his mouth, biting down gently, licking and sucking her nipples, savoring every inch. Ganga’s moans grew louder, her body arching under him as he explored her with his mouth.

After a few moments, he released her breasts, stopping the motions of his fingers in her pussy as he shifted his grip, holding her wrists firmly and pinning her arms above her head.

Chacha leaned in, his face close to her armpits, where he buried himself in the tender folds, his mouth exploring the delicate, smooth skin. He licked and nibbled, savoring the taste of her soft, untouched flesh, then moved up along her arms, biting the fleshy arms, tasting every inch of her with a fervor that bordered on worship.

Ganga’s body shuddered under his attentions, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she surrendered completely to him, her head falling back in ecstasy.

Chacha and Ganga reunited in a fierce, passionate kiss, their bodies melting into one another. Chacha took the opportunity, aligning himself and thrusting his cock into Ganga’s wet pussy. Ganga’s gasp broke the kiss, her back arching sharply as she responded to the powerful penetration.

The intensity of Chacha’s thrusts made her body react beyond control. She let out loud screams as her back arched further, her body shivering with the force of his cock driving into her. Chacha buried his face between her breasts, grunting with each powerful thrust, using all his strength to fuck her as hard as he could.

Ganga ( screaming, her voice trembling with pleasure): "Ahhh… ahhh!"

Ganga wrapped her legs tightly around Chacha’s hips, locking him in place, pushing him even deeper as his cock filled her completely. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as her climax drew closer and closer.

Srinu watched as Ganga’s body tensed, her shivers becoming more pronounced. Chacha could feel her getting close, her pussy tightening around him, signaling her imminent orgasm. Just as she was about to reach her peak, Chacha suddenly stopped, pulling back, leaving her on the edge.

Ganga looked at him raising her eyebrows as if she was asking why did you stop?

Chacha ( smirking, a glint of defiance in his eyes): "Not yet, madam. Upper-class women treat us laborers like dogs."

Ganga stared back, still confused, as if not understanding where this was coming from.

Chacha ( continuing, his voice dark): "You see, madam, I always thought if I ever had the chance to fuck an upper-class woman like you, I’d make her my bitch and fuck her in a doggy position, then cum in her pussy."

Without waiting for her response, he seized her hips firmly, flipping her onto her hands and knees, positioning her exactly the way he wanted. Srinu’s stomach twisted as he watched, helpless, as Chacha took complete control, positioning Ganga in a doggy position, her hands and knees pressed into the mattress.

Srinu’s eyes followed every movement. Ganga was now on all fours, her mangalsutra swaying with each heavy breath, her breasts hanging, her body open and vulnerable.

Chacha didn’t waste a moment, thrusting his cock back into her pussy, fucking her with a wild, relentless rhythm. Her mangalsutra dangled from her neck, bouncing on her breasts, perfectly synchronized with Chacha’s vigorous thrusts.

Chacha leaned forward, his mouth against her back, kissing and biting her skin, marking her as his. His lips moved up to her neck and shoulders, nipping at her with each thrust. He reached for her earlobe, biting down, making her turn her head toward him.

Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, his body pressing into hers, driving her further into submission.

Srinu noticed Chacha’s face tense, a sign that his own climax was close. Breaking their kiss, Chacha straightened up, grasping her hips with one hand while using the other to press her head down into the mattress. Ganga’s face lay pinned, her hips lifted even higher, allowing Chacha to penetrate her deeply.

She moaned and screamed, her body responding to each thrust as she began to move her hips in rhythm, pushing back against him, meeting him with equal fervor.

Chacha ( panting, voice thick with need): "That’s it… keep moving like that… madam"

Ganga’s body shivered, her orgasm nearing. Chacha could feel her trembling around his cock, her moans rising in pitch as she finally reached her climax. He held her hips tightly, thrusting with full force, pushing her over the edge.

Ganga ( screaming, her voice breaking with pleasure): "Yes… ohhh… ahhhhhhh!"

Srinu watched Ganga’s face, the unmistakable pleasure etched across her features as she came hard, her pussy clenching around Chacha’s cock.

But Chacha wasn’t finished. He continued his rhythm, grunting loudly as he finally reached his own climax, filling her pussy with his cum. Srinu could only watch, numb and angry, as Chacha buried himself deep, his release mingling with hers.

As the intensity of their passion ebbed, Chacha leaned forward, resting his head on Ganga’s back. Both of them lay there, eyes closed, chests heaving, wrapped in the satisfaction of their shared pleasure.

Srinu sat in a numb, hollow silence, staring at the screen as he watched Chacha lying dbangd over Ganga’s back, resting with his eyes closed. Every tear had dried from Srinu’s eyes; he felt drained, emptied out completely. He sat emotionless, unable to process the torrent of betrayal that he had just witnessed. After a few moments, Chacha rolled over to the side, leaving Ganga’s back, and Srinu saw her sit up, wrapping herself modestly in her saree.

Srinu ( thinking to himself, bitterness filling every word): Now she’s getting shy? After everything she’s done?

Ganga sat with the saree around her, her expression shifting, as though a new awareness had dawned upon her. Srinu could see the traces of guilt surfacing on her face as she sat there, lost in thought. Slowly, she gathered her clothes one by one, rising to her feet and heading toward the exit door with her saree wrapped around her body, her movements slow and deliberate.

As she approached the door, Chacha, seeing her leave, called out to Javed, who was still lying on the mattress with his eyes closed.

Chacha ( calling out, amused): "Javed, get up! Your heroine is leaving the room. Hurry up and catch her!"

Javed ( responding lazily, barely lifting his head): "Let her go to her husband, Chacha. We asked her to let us fuck her once, and she fulfilled our wish."

Chacha ( suddenly concerned): "But what if she calls the security officer about what we’ve done to her?"

Javed ( smirking confidently): "Don’t worry, Chacha. If she calls the security officer, we’ll show them the video, and they’ll see how much she enjoyed fucking us."

Chacha chuckled at Javed’s response, sharing a dark laugh before Javed added, “Now get up, Chacha, we should leave too.” Both men began to stand, lazily gathering their clothes to dress themselves.

Srinu’s attention stayed on Ganga as he noticed her pause at the exit door, bending down to pick something up from the floor. Srinu’s brows furrowed as he wondered why she had stopped again and what she had found. He watched her examine the object closely—a coin—and a mischievous smile slowly spread across her face as she inspected it.

At the same time, srinu heard his own voice in the video screaming Ganga's name repeatedly.

Srinu ( thinking, his mind flashing back): Yes… this is the moment when I came upstairs looking for her, calling out her name.

In the video, Srinu could see himself standing at the foot of the stairs, his past self unaware of Ganga’s actions just a few feet away. He watched as Ganga’s smile faded into a look of contemplation. Then, with urgency, she closed the door before his past self could turn around and see her.

Srinu ( his heart hardening as he muttered to himself): What an absolute fucking whore… instead of calling her husband, she closed the door on me.

He watched as Ganga leaned against the door, listening carefully to the sounds of his footsteps moving away. Only once she was sure he had left did she turn back around, slipping back into the room instead of leaving.

Srinu, baffled and angry, needed answers. He had to know what was going on in her mind and what it was about that coin that had made her pause. His eyes fell on her diary.

"Srinu, I am very, very sorry. I have no right to be your wife. I have betrayed the sacred institution of marriage. More importantly, I have betrayed your love. I’ve let them take turns fucking me, filling my holes with their cum. Oh my god, what have I done! I thought after one night, women could forget and move on, but this guilt is killing me. Why didn’t they just kill me? That would have been better than living with this guilt for the rest of my life. But I knew I had no time for guilt—I had to come and save you."

"So, I quickly gathered my clothes and started walking towards the exit door. As I was about to leave, I noticed something shining on the floor. I picked it up… it was Javed’s coin from the game of toss they played."

"I inspected it, flipping it on both sides, and I discovered it was a trick coin with heads on both sides, just like in that old Hindi movie Sholay. I don’t know why, but a silly smile crossed my face as I thought about the lengths they went to just to fuck me once. I’ve seen guys try to seduce me and flirt all through my college and college days, but this was something else. My smile grew wider as I admired their ingenuity. I realized Javed only showed me the coin when I called heads, never when I called tails. I never had a chance to win; I was always going to lose."

"I felt a strange sense of pity for them, for putting in so much effort just to have me once. It was flattering, like any woman would feel, seeing so much effort to impress her. Then, as I stood there, the voice inside my head said, ‘We should go back and admire their effort.’ I argued, saying I’d already had my one-night stand; that was it. I couldn’t go back. The voice countered, ‘But why not? I replied because I promised myself I would indulge in only one one-night stand. I am suffering Already because of that decision I cannot bear one more. The voice in my head mischievously said technically it is still night time so It doesn't matter if you fuck once or hundreds of times, it will be still called a one-night stand only.

"The logic hit me, and all the pleasure I’d just felt came rushing back, washing away my guilt. I started convincing myself… yes, it’s true; no matter how many times I fuck tonight, it’s still a one-night stand. That thought stopped me from leaving and made me think about going back inside."

"And then… you showed up on the stairs, calling my name. At first, I was happy to see you. But the voice shouted urgently, ‘Quick, close the door before he sees you!’ I argued, saying, ‘But that’s our husband. We should go to him!’ The voice replied, ‘He’s fine. If he sees you, our one-night stand will be over, and who knows if we’ll ever get this chance again.’ And, Srinu, I found myself agreeing. I’m so sorry, but I closed the door on you instead of coming to you. I know you must be angry with me. I don’t deserve you. You were searching for me, and I shut the door on you."

Srinu, feeling sick to his stomach, slammed the diary shut, cursing under his breath.

Srinu ( muttering angrily, disgusted): "What a whore… she closed the door on her own husband."

He forced himself to look back at the video. Ganga had re-entered the room, her saree still wrapped loosely around her body. Both Javed and Chacha were in the middle of dressing, pulling on their clothes. As Ganga approached, Javed noticed her.

Javed ( smirking): "Oh, madam, you’re still here? I thought you’d gone to help your husband."

Before Ganga could respond, Chacha laughed, adding his own comment.

Chacha ( grinning): "Madam, don’t forget to wear your clothes before going to your husband, or he’ll get a heart attack!"

Both Javed and Chacha laughed, and, to Srinu’s dismay, Ganga let out a giggle, joining in their laughter.

Ganga ( smiling): "I just came back to return your coin."

She handed the coin to Javed, who took it with a nod.

Javed ( grateful): "Thank you, madam."

Chacha ( curious, looking at her): "Oh, madam, talking to us now? You were so quiet during, you know… sex."

Ganga lowered her head, her face flushing, realizing the awkwardness. She could see in their faces that they were wondering why she wasn’t angry or upset. The room grew quiet for a moment, the tension hanging in the air.

Javed ( breaking the silence): "By the way, thank you, madam, for letting us have sex with you once."

Chacha ( nodding enthusiastically): "Yes, madam, thank you! We might never get a chance like this again."

Ganga’s next words left both men stunned. She looked at them, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. With a slow, deliberate motion, she dropped her saree, letting it fall to the floor, standing completely naked in front of them.

Ganga ( grinning): "Oh, then it’s your lucky day… you can have me once more!"

Ganga with a naughty smile signalled with her eyes pointing to the mattress on which they fucked her previously

Javed and Chacha’s jaws dropped in shock as they looked at her.​