Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Srinu watching his wife ganga talking in the most vulgar language possible Made it impossible for him to believe That it was the same person he knew who spoke the Sweetest and kindest words. He remembered how they used to have naughty words mixed up here and there while they were having sex, but he never thought Ganga had such filthy vocabulary in her head all along.

Srinu ( watching, his voice trembling with anger): She’s enjoying this… that fucking whore! Those bastards turned my sanskari wife turned into a street whore!

Javed, meanwhile, was completely enthralled by the sight. He stroked himself faster, unable to look away.

Javed ( breathless, praising her): "Madam ji, aap toh jannat se bheji hui devi ho. Aapki khoobsurti se humein bless karne ke liye aayi ho." [Madam ji, you’re a goddess sent from heaven to bless us with your beauty.]

Chacha continued licking and kissing her asshole, his tongue making deliberate circles that sent shivers through Ganga’s body. Her moans grew hotter, her hips grinding harder against his face.

His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them as she leaned forward slightly, guiding his touch.

Ganga ( gasping, locking eyes with him): "Haan… zor se karo… aur zor se daba, madarchod!" [Yes… do it harder… squeeze harder, you bastard!]

Chacha, after a few moments of rimming her, pulled his mouth away. He opened it wide, signaling silently to Ganga. She immediately understood. Leaning forward, she let a line of spit drop from her lips into his open mouth.

Chacha ( catching it, savoring it): "Sacred gift from a goddess…"

He closed his mouth, savoring her spit, and returned to licking her ass. Meanwhile, Ganga reached behind her, finding Chacha’s hard cock. She stroked it slowly, her fingers curling around it as her body moved rhythmically on his face.

Chacha wanted more than just Ganga’s hand on his penis. He leaned forward, his voice low but filled with mischief, and said

Chacha ( teasing, with a sly smile): "Madam ji, sirf haath se kaam nahi chalega. Aapko munh mein lena padega." [Madam, using just your hand won’t do. You’ll have to take it in your mouth.]

Ganga smirking, playfully tilting her head, She turned her body around with deliberate grace, making sure her dripping pussy was still accessible to Chacha’s eager mouth. She positioned herself perfectly, leaning down to wrap her fingers around his hard cock while lowering her lips onto it. Her movements were precise, a testament to her experience, and she exuded a natural sensuality as she began to take him in.

Meanwhile, Javed, who had already pulled out his cock, was stroking it furiously. His eyes widened as he watched Ganga’s expert positioning. He couldn’t help but shout

Javed ( excited, panting): "Vah, Madam ji! Yeh angle toh ab tak sirf BF mein dekha hai. Yah toh meri favourite 69 position hai!" [Wow, Madam! I’ve only seen this angle in porn. This is my favorite 69 position!]

Srinu, glued to the screen, felt his anger boiling over. His thoughts raced with bitterness as he clenched his fists. Yes, Javed is right. Obviously, she’s an expert in this position. It’s my favorite too! Ganga and I always ate each other during sex, and now this street whore is sharing this sacred position with a filthy, low-class old man. Fucking bitch!

Ganga lay atop Chacha, her hips lowering onto his face as his tongue eagerly resumed its work. She gasped softly when his tongue slid across her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her moans were muffled as she took the tip of Chacha’s cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it teasingly.

Chacha ( groaning, gripping her hips tightly): "Madam ji, bas yahin ruko… aapka swad swarg jaisa hai." [Madam, stay right there… your taste is like heaven.]

Javed ( frustrated, shouting): "Sali chhinaal aurat, kya chus rahi hai! Ek buddhe ki land chus rahi hai, randi. Yahaan par jawan land hai. Isko kab chusegi?" [You slutty woman, what a way to suck! You’re sucking an old man’s cock. There’s a young cock here—when will you suck this one?]

Ganga, her lips still wrapped around Chacha’s cock, turned her head slightly and locked eyes with Javed. She gave him a teasing look, her gaze playful and challenging, while she continued to suck slowly on Chacha’s dickhead.

Javed ( groaning, precum dripping from his cock): "Oh, my sex goddess! Will you kill me with that teasing look? I can’t take it anymore! I need your soft lips on my cock."

He took a step toward her, unable to control his desire, but before he could get any closer, Chacha’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding

Chacha ( snapping, glaring at Javed): "Shut up and stand there, Javed! This is my turn."

Javed froze, disappointment flashing across his face. Muttering curses under his breath, he reluctantly returned to his spot, stroking his cock furiously as he watched.

Chacha’s tongue was relentless as it moved in quick, circular motions over Ganga’s clit. She moaned deeply, her hips grinding against his face, desperate for the release she had been denied earlier. His hands gripped her tightly, holding her in place as he buried his face deeper into her folds.

Ganga ( panting, her voice trembling): "Ahhh… madarchod… haan… wahi karo… aur zor se!" [Ahhh… you old bastard… yes… keep doing that… harder!]

Chacha responded by thrusting his tongue deeper, licking her clit with renewed vigor. Meanwhile, Ganga’s mouth worked eagerly on his cock. She took him deeper, her lips sliding along his length as her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside. Chacha groaned loudly, his hips bucking upward as he pushed further into her warm, wet mouth.

Chacha ( moaning, breathless): "Madam ji, aapke jaise swarg ka darwaza kahin aur nahi milega." [Madam, a doorway to heaven like yours can’t be found anywhere else.]

Ganga gagged slightly as his cock pushed deeper into her throat, but she didn’t stop. Her rhythm quickened, her head bobbing up and down as she matched the intensity of his tongue on her clit.

As Chacha’s tongue flicked rapidly over her sensitive nub, Ganga felt the familiar tension building in her abdomen. Her thighs trembled, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her moans, muffled by Chacha’s cock, grew louder as she teetered on the edge of climax.

Chacha ( grinning wickedly, his tongue relentless): "Aa jao, Madam ji. Aapki har boond mujhe chahiye." [Come on, Madam. I want every drop of you.]

With a final stroke of his tongue, Ganga’s body convulsed as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around Chacha’s face, her juices flowing freely as she cried out in ecstasy.

Ganga ( shuddering, her voice breaking): "Ahhh… haan… madarchod… haan! Bas… wahi karo!" [Ahhh… yes… you bastard… yes! Keep doing that!]

Chacha groaned as he felt her release drip down onto his face. He licked her hungrily, savoring every drop as if it were a divine offering.

Ganga leaned forward, her head falling momentarily as she basked in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Chacha, his face slick with her juices, licked his lips and smiled.

Chacha ( smirking, looking up at her): "Madam ji, yeh toh bas shuruaat hai." [Madam, this is just the beginning.]

Chacha ( grinning mischievously): "Madam ji, ab aapki baari hai. Mujhe bhi toh thoda mazaa milna chahiye." [Madam, now it’s your turn. I deserve some pleasure too.]

Ganga, still lying on top of him in the 69 position, immediately understood what he meant. She began to gather herself, ready to take his cock into her mouth. But just as she leaned forward, Chacha stopped her.

Chacha ( teasing, raising a hand to her cheek): "Nahi, Madam ji, aise nahi. Main aapka chehra dekhte hue enjoy karna chahta hoon." [No, Madam, not like this. I want to see your face while you suck my cock.]

Without a second thought, Ganga shifted off him, her movements slow and deliberate. As she turned, Chacha’s hand came down on her butt cheek with a loud slap.

Ganga ( gasping, letting out a soft moan): "Ahh… buddhe madarchod!" [Ahh… you old bastard!]

She gave him a playful, naughty smile over her shoulder as she adjusted her position. Facing him, she moved between his legs, positioning herself in a doggy-style pose. Chacha lay back on the mattress, his eyes locked on her every move, his excitement palpable.

Javed, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t contain his impatience.

Javed ( shouting, stroking his cock faster): "Saale randi, jaldi chatna shuru kar aur uska paani nikal de! Uske baad mera number hai!" [You slut, hurry up and start sucking him dry! After him, it’s my turn!]

Srinu, glued to the monitor, felt a bitter mix of disgust and disbelief as he watched his wife. There she goes again, he thought bitterly. She just can’t get enough of their cocks.

Ganga, however, didn’t immediately go for Chacha’s cock. Instead, she leaned in slowly, her tongue flicking out to lick his balls first. She started with a deliberate, teasing motion, her soft wet tongue gliding over the sensitive skin as she looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

Chacha jolted with pleasure, his body tensing at her touch.

Chacha ( groaning, his voice trembling): "Ahhh… madam ji… bas wahi karo… haan!" [Ahhh… Madam, just keep doing that… yes!]

Encouraged by his reaction, Ganga began trailing her tongue slowly along the sides of his shaft, working her way upward with calculated precision. When she reached the tip, she paused, her tongue flicking teasingly over his pee hole. Each time she made him believe she was about to take his cock into her mouth, she pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she repeated the teasing motions.

Chacha ( growling like an animal, his patience thinning): "Sali randi, bas aur mat tadpao! Munh mein le lo!" [You slut, stop teasing! Take it in your mouth already!]

Finally, Ganga gave in to his desperate pleas. She wrapped her soft lips around his cockhead, sucking gently as her hand stroked the length of his shaft.

Chacha ( moaning loudly, his head falling back): "Ahhh… haan! Sali randi… yeh toh swarg hai!" [Ahhh… yes! You slut… this is heaven!]

Her mouth worked skillfully, her lips and tongue pressing and gliding against his shaft. She took his cock deeper, then pulled back, letting him enjoy the full sensation of her lips moving over his length.

Javed ( groaning in awe, stroking himself furiously): "Yeh toh duniya ka best blowjob hai. Koi isse better nahi kar sakta." [This must be the best blowjob in the world. No one can do it better.]

Even Srinu couldn’t help but begrudgingly agree in his thoughts. Javed’s right… nobody can resist Ganga’s soft lips.

Chacha, overwhelmed by the pleasure, reached out and placed his hand on Ganga’s head. He pressed down gently, guiding her to take him deeper. Following his lead, Ganga slowly swallowed his entire length, her throat tightening around him as she deep-throated his cock.

Chacha ( groaning, his voice breaking with pleasure): "Ahhh… madam ji! Aapne toh dil jeet liya!" [Ahhh… Madam! You’ve won my heart!]

Ganga’s hand moved to his balls, massaging them softly as her lips worked along his shaft. She gagged slightly as she took him deeper, his cock filling her throat completely, but she adjusted quickly, her rhythm smooth and steady.

Chacha couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips began to rock upward, thrusting into her mouth as he moaned uncontrollably. Ganga held herself steady, her hands gripping the mattress for balance as his movements grew more intense.

Chacha ( panting, his voice hoarse): "Haan… bas aise hi… madam ji, aahhhhhhhh!" [Yes… just like that… Madam aahhhhhhhh!]

Her throat tightened around him as she swallowed, taking him as deep as she could. Chacha’s groans filled the room, his pleasure evident in every thrust. Ganga’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body pressed against him, fully immersed in the act.

Chacha struggled to hold back, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps as he groaned.

Chacha ( moaning, struggling to control himself): "Madam ji, bas karo! Agar aise hi karti rahogi toh nikal jayega." [Madam, stop! If you keep going like this, I’ll cum.]

Desperate to stop himself from cumming in her mouth, he sat up abruptly on the mattress, his hand gripping a fistful of Ganga’s hair as he gently but firmly pulled her off his cock. Her lips left him with a wet, audible pop, a trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his shaft. Without wasting any time, Chacha wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her onto him.

Ganga smoothly transitioned from her position between his legs to straddling him. Her thighs spread wide, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips as she sat atop him. The heat of her wet pussy pressed against his abdomen, making Chacha groan in anticipation.

Chacha and Ganga’s lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, both lost in the intensity of the moment. Ganga, now fully in control, reached between them and guided Chacha’s hard cock to her entrance. She teased him for a moment, rubbing his tip along her slick folds before lowering herself onto him in one smooth motion.

Ganga ( gasping as he filled her completely): "Ahhh…!!!"

Chacha began thrusting upward to meet her movements, his hands gripping her waist tightly. Ganga moved with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips at first, savoring the stretch as his cock filled her completely. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as her breaths came in soft, shaky gasps.

Ganga ( moaning, her voice trembling): "Ahhh… haan… bas yahi karo… aur zor se!" [Ahhh… yes… just like that… harder!]

Chacha’s hands slid up her back, gripping her shoulders before moving to her breasts. He cupped them firmly, kneading her soft mounds as his mouth found one of her nipples. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud before he sucked greedily, his lips drawing tight circles around it.

Ganga threw her head back, crying out in pleasure as Chacha’s cock pressed deeper inside her with every thrust. Her movements grew faster, more frenzied, her hips slamming down onto him with renewed intensity. Her breasts bounced against Chacha’s face, her nipples grazing his cheeks as she rode him harder.

After thoroughly sucking her breasts, Chacha leaned back onto the mattress, pulling Ganga with him so that she was lying atop his chest. His cock stayed buried deep inside her as he continued thrusting upward, his hips rocking rhythmically. Ganga moaned loudly, her pussy tightening around his shaft with every stroke as they passionately kissed each other.

Srinu, watching the video, noticed Ganga suddenly shifting her legs. She placed her feet flat against the mattress on either side of Chacha’s hips, raising herself into a squatting position. For a moment, the men watching seemed confused by her movements, but their questions were quickly answered.

Ganga smirking mischievously lifted her hips slightly, creating a small gap between their bodies before slamming herself back down onto him. Her pussy swallowed his cock entirely with every thrust, the rhythmic motion causing loud tapping sounds as her butt cheeks slapped against his thighs.

Chacha ( groaning loudly, his voice hoarse with pleasure): "Ahhhh! Sali randi, tumse badi chhinaal maine kabhi nahi dekhi. Kya chudwa rahi ho!" [Ahhhh! You slut, I’ve never seen a bigger whore than you. What a fuck!]

Javed, who was stroking his cock with both hands, laughed as he joined in

Javed ( panting, his tone filled with desire): "Haan, Chacha, tum sahi bol rahe ho. Kitni badi randi hai yeh! Isko zindagi bhar choden tab bhi man nahi bharega." [Yes, Chacha, you’re right. She’s such a big slut! Even if we fuck her for life, it won’t be enough.]

Chacha ( moaning, his head rolling back in pleasure): "Sahi bol rahe ho, Javed. Is randi ko jitna bhi chodu, mera man nahi bhar raha. Kal se iske bina kaise jee payenge?" [You’re right, Javed. No matter how much I fuck this slut, it’s never enough. How will we live without her from tomorrow?]

Javed paused for a moment, his eyes lighting up with excitement as an idea struck him.

Javed ( jubilantly): "Humein uski tension lene ki zarurat nahi hai, Chacha. Dekho, Madam ji kitne mazae se chudwa rahi hain. Hum Madam ko kabhi nahi chhodenge. Aaj se unke saath najayaz rishta bana kar rakhenge." [We don’t need to worry about that, Chacha. Look how Madam is enjoying herself! From today, we’ll have an illicit affair with her.]

Listening to Javed’s suggestion, Chacha stopped sucking on her breasts and turned to Ganga with a wide grin.

Chacha ( grinning, asking playfully): "Haan, Madam, Javed sahi bol raha hai kya? Aaj se hamare saath randiya ka maza logi?" [Yes, Madam, is Javed right? From today, will you enjoy being a whore with us?]

Srinu, glued to the screen, became curious about her response. Ganga sat up straight on Chacha’s cock, her hips moving rhythmically as she rode him. Her expression turned thoughtful, her gaze distant as she considered their question.

In her diary, "Dear Srinu, I was completely lost in my thoughts when those bastards asked me if I wanted to have an illegal affair with them. You might be wondering what gave them the audacity to ask me such a thing. Honestly, I am ashamed to admit it, but it was my fault. My actions gave them the boldness to think I would agree to something so outrageous. The truth is, I was enjoying all the fucking far too much than they expected from me… I know how this sounds, and I can imagine how angry you must be reading this. But I beg you to keep reading and let me explain myself fully. Please, don’t judge me until you’ve heard it all… I promise, I’ll try to make sense of it in the end."

Srinu saw in the video that Ganga’s movements on Chacha’s cock had slowed significantly. Noticing her distraction, Chacha grabbed her buttocks with both hands, lifting her slightly to create a small gap between them. Without warning, he began ramming his cock into her pussy furiously, his hips slamming upward with relentless force.

The sudden shift jolted Ganga out of her thoughts. She let out a loud cry, her body collapsing onto Chacha’s chest as she locked eyes with him. His cock drove deeper into her, hitting the most sensitive parts of her pussy.

Chacha ( grinning wickedly, thrusting harder): "Dekho, Madam ji! Ab hosh wapas aa gaya na? Ab bolo kya Hamare randi banogi?"

Ganga kept silent while biting her lower lip as she enjoyed ChaCha's cock penetrating deep inside her pussy. Not hearing her answer cha Cha rammed his hips even more harder and faster making her scream in pleasure.

Chacha ( asked her again, thrusting harder): Bolna sale chhinaal aurat banegi kya Hamari randi? [Fucking Whore! tell me will you become our slut?]

Srinu leaned forward instinctively, his heart pounding in disbelief. No… she wouldn’t… she couldn’t possibly say yes, he thought desperately, clinging to the hope that Ganga would resist. But then her voice, trembling and filled with ecstasy, rang out.

Ganga ( moaning, breathless): "Ahhh… buddhe madarchod… tumhari randi banung! Ahhh… lekin ruko mat!" [Ahhh… you old motherfucker… I will be your slut! Ahhh… but don’t stop!]

The words echoed in his mind, growing louder and louder until they were all he could hear. Srinu’s body felt heavy, his hands trembling as he struggled to process what he had just heard. No… this can’t be real… I must’ve misheard her, he thought frantically. His shaking fingers moved to the rewind button. The video skipped back a few seconds, and once again, he heard her say it.

Srinu rewound the clip again, his disbelief overwhelming him. The words repeated on the screen, as clear as day. Ganga had not only admitted it—she had accepted it. She had given herself to them, declaring herself their slut without a shred of hesitation in her voice.

Srinu ( to himself, his voice hollow): She really said it… she said she’d be their slut…

The realization crushed him, leaving him feeling dead inside. It wasn’t the kind of death that came with sudden impact, but rather the slow, torturous unraveling of everything he thought he knew. He had already felt broken, betrayed, and humiliated before. But this… this was like beating a dead snake repeatedly, even after its lifeless body had gone limp.

Ganga's answer turned on Chacha Even more, He used all his energy to fuck her pussy even harder and deeper.

Watching Chacha slam into Ganga’s pussy mercilessly, Javed shouted in frustration

Javed ( angrily): "Abe O Chacha! Uska chut faad doge kya? Zara dheere se chodo! Mujhe bhi chodna hai usko baad mein." [Hey, Chacha! Are you going to rip her pussy apart? Go slower! I want to fuck her too afterward.]

But Chacha ignored Javed, his focus entirely on Ganga’s body writhing beneath him. Ganga’s pussy clenched tightly around his cock with every thrust, her moans echoing in the room. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him, trying to stabilize herself against the force of his thrusts.

Chacha ( groaning loudly, his pace relentless): "Ahhh… Madam ji, tumhari chut swarg jaisi lagti hai!" [Ahhh… Madam, your pussy feels like heaven!]

Ganga’s body arched upward as she cried out in pleasure, her nails scratching down his back. Her thighs trembled as she felt the familiar heat building in her core. She whimpered as Chacha’s cock swelled inside her, stretching her walls further.

Ganga ( crying out): "Ahhh! Haan… buddhe… wahi karo… main abhi aa rahi hoon!" [Ahhh! Yes… old man… keep doing that… I’m about to cum!]

Chacha said, "Madam ji, abhi nahin. Thoda sabr kijiye. Dono ek saath paani nikaalenge." [Madam, not yet. Be patient. We’ll both cum together.]

With a swift motion, Chacha slid both his hands under her thighs and rolled to his left while softly kissing her lips. Ganga followed his lead, her body pliant beneath him. In seconds, she found herself lying flat on the mattress with Chacha on top of her.

Ganga took the opportunity to catch her breath from Chacha’s relentless pounding. She adjusted her hair by lifting her arms above her head, revealing her soft, tender armpits. The smooth curves of her body, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, drew Chacha’s gaze.

As Chacha adjusted his position, his eyes fell on her exposed armpits, and he froze. He stared at her in awe, as though he were a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Ganga noticed his transfixed expression and immediately understood what had caught his attention—her armpits.

With a playful smile, she raised her eyebrows and teased him

Ganga ( teasing, raising her eyebrows): "Buddha sala, kya dekh raha hai? Phir se chatoge?" [You old bastard, what are you staring at? Want to lick them again?]

She followed it up by licking her upper lip seductively, her tongue gliding over it teasingly.

Chacha snapped out of his trance at her words, his desire reignited.

Chacha positioned himself above her, his cock seeking her entrance once again. Ganga lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, as she guided his shaft toward her wet pussy. Slowly, he slid into her, his thrusts rhythmic and deliberate.

Chacha ( panting, his voice filled with admiration): "Madam ji, maine apni puri zindagi mein itna khubsurat kuch nahi dekha. Koi pagal hi hoga jo aapke bagal chatne se inkar kare." [Madam, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Only a fool would refuse to lick your armpits.]

Ganga giggled at his words, her body bouncing in sync with the increasing pace of his thrusts. Her hands remained above her head, accentuating the curve of her body as she moaned softly.

Chacha ( grinning mischievously, thrusting faster): "Madam ji, aap aur bhi zyada khubsurat lagti agar aapke bagal mein thoda sa pasina hota." [Madam, you’d look even more beautiful if your armpits were a little sweaty.]

Ganga, catching the teasing tone in his voice, replied with a sly smile

Ganga ( mocking, with a sly smile): "Achha? Tumhe mera pasina chahiye?" [Oh really? You want my sweat?]

Chacha nodded eagerly, his pace increasing as he thrust deeper into her. Ganga, with a naughty gleam in her eyes, turned her head toward her armpit, spat into it, and said

Ganga ( playfully, turning her head to her armpit): "Kya meri thook se kaam chal jayega?" [Will my spit be enough?]​