Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Chacha was momentarily stunned by her boldness, but it only fueled his desire further. Without hesitation, he buried his face into her armpit, licking and savoring every droplet of her spit. His tongue explored every inch of her tender flesh in her armpit as he continued pounding into her.

Chacha ( murmuring against her skin): "Ahhh… Madam ji, Aapane to Mujhe Pagal Kar Diya." [Ahhh… Madam, You're making me go crazy.]

Chacha was so turned-on by her act the mattress shifting with every forceful thrust as Chacha drove deeper into her. Ganga cried out in pleasure, her legs tightening around his waist. Her body rocked with his rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each stroke.

Meanwhile, Javed stood nearby, stroking his cock furiously as he watched the two of them.

Javed ( groaning loudly): "OHHH! Madam ji, kya chhudwa rahi ho… Madam ji! Ahhh!" [OHHH! Madam, what a fuck you’re giving… Madam! Ahhh!]

Hearing Javed’s desperate moans, Ganga turned her head toward him, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. Her eyes locked with his as she continued taking Chacha’s relentless thrusts.

Javed’s knees buckled, and he stroked himself even harder.

Javed ( pleading, breathless): "Madam ji, please! Aisa mat dekho! Mujhse bardasht nahin ho raha!" [Madam, please! Don’t look at me like that! I can’t take it!]

Ganga, hearing his plea, decided to tease him further. She held his gaze, her smile growing more devious as she moaned loudly in response to Chacha’s pounding.

Javed ( nearly collapsing, stroking madly): "O saali randi! Aisa dekhkar dalegi kya mujhe? Please aisa mat karo!" [You slut! Are you trying to kill me with that look? Please, stop!]

Ganga ignored his pleas and continued to stare at him, her smile turning into a victorious grin.

Chacha, oblivious to Javed’s plight, buried his face deeper into Ganga’s armpit, his thrusts growing harder and more erratic. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by Ganga’s cries of pleasure.

Chacha ( growling, thrusting harder): "Madam ji, mera paani nikal raha hai!" [Madam, I’m about to cum!]

Ganga braced herself, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as she felt his shaft swell inside her. Simultaneously, she turned her gaze back to Javed, her voice rising as she screamed in pleasure

Ganga ( screaming, her voice echoing): "Ahhh! Madarchod, chodo mujhe! Aur jor se chodo! Ahhh!" [Ahhh! Fuck me harder, you bastard! Fuck me harder! Ahhh!]

Hearing her filthy words, both Javed and Chacha lost control.

Javed ( shouting, stroking himself to climax): "Ahhh! Saali, bola tha aise dekho bol ke… Dekho tumne kya kar diya! Mera paani nikal raha hai!" [Ahhh! Slut, I told you to not to look at me like that… Look what you’ve done! I’m cumming!]

At the same time, Chacha groaned deeply, his body tensing as he thrust into her one final time. His cock pulsed inside her, spilling his cum deep into her pussy. The sensation sent Ganga over the edge, her body trembling as she reached her own orgasm.

Ganga ( moaning, breathless): "Ahhh… haan… AHHHHH…!" [Ahhh… yes… AHHHHH…!]

Javed, unable to hold back any longer, came with a loud cry, his cum spilling onto the floor as he stroked himself furiously. All three of them climaxed together, their bodies trembling from the intensity of their releases.

Chacha rolled over to his side, lying on his back, completely exhausted. His body heaved with every breath as he drifted off into sleep.

Srinu saw Ganga catching her breath, a satisfied smile spreading across her face from the night’s relentless fucking. Her disheveled hair and glowing skin told the story of her ecstasy.

Javed, on the other hand, was still sitting on the floor, his knees trembling after the intensity of his orgasm. As he tried to catch his breath, he muttered

Javed ( irritated, trying to stand up): "Arey, Chacha! Tumhare paas bas 5 minute hain. Bed ke upar se nikal jao, ab meri baari hai Madam ko chodne ki." [Chacha! You’ve got 5 minutes. Get off the bed now, it’s my turn to fuck Madam.]

The room, however, was filled with the sound of Chacha’s loud snoring instead of a response.

Realizing Chacha had fallen asleep, Javed’s irritation boiled over. He shot up from the floor and stormed toward the mattress. Without a second thought, he kicked Chacha’s leg hard.

Javed ( angrily): "Abey, Chacha! Kya so raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya?" [Hey, Chacha! Why are you sleeping? Are you crazy?]

Chacha jolted awake, his eyes fluttering open in confusion.

Chacha ( groggily, rubbing his leg): "Abey Javed! Kya kar raha hai? Laat kyun maar raha hai?" [Hey, Javed! What are you doing? Why are you kicking me?]

Javed ( frustrated, hands on his hips): "Laat nahin marunga toh kya karun? Chal, yahan se nikal. Ab meri baari hai."

But Chacha, still recovering from exhaustion, refused to move.

Chacha ( pleading): "Thoda time de de, Javed. Energy recover karne de." [Give me a little time, Javed. Let me recover my energy.]

Javed ( shouting, growing angrier): "Nahin! Abhi chal!" [No! Move now!]

As their argument escalated, a noise from downstairs suddenly interrupted them. Both men froze, their heads snapping toward the window. Javed peeked outside and saw construction workers preparing for their night shift.

Javed ( cursing under his breath): "Bhenchod! Inko bhi mere chodne ke time pe aana tha kya?" [Fuck! Did they have to come right when it’s my turn to fuck?]

Chacha struggled to his feet, his body still aching, and looked out as well.

Chacha ( serious, motioning to Javed): "Chalo, Javed. Voh log upar aane se pehle humein yahan se nikalna hoga." [Let’s go, Javed. We need to leave before they come upstairs.]

Javed reluctantly accepted the reality—there was no time for his turn. Both men quickly dressed themselves. Ganga, still lying on the dirty mattress, watched silently as they hurriedly pulled on their clothes.

As they were about to leave, Chacha turned to Ganga with a small smile.

Chacha ( grateful, adjusting his shirt): "Shukriya, Madam ji, aapne humein ek mauka diya. Ab aap bhi jaldi se kapde pehen lijiye." [Thank you, Madam, for giving us this chance. Now, please get dressed quickly.]

Javed ( nodding, with a warning tone): "Haan, Madam ji. Yahan se jaldi nikal jaaiye aur apne pati ko saath lekar jaaiye." [Yes, Madam. Leave here quickly and take your husband with you.]

Ganga didn’t respond but slowly lifted her upper body, sitting upright on the mattress. Her eyes followed them as they left the room, her expression unreadable.

In her diary, "I saw both Javed and Chacha walk out of the room. It took a few moments for the dopamine rush to wear off. As I sat there on the dirty mattress, surrounded by the evidence of everything that had just happened, the crushing weight of reality hit me. What had I done? How had I allowed myself to fall so far? It was as if a voice deep inside my head—a voice I had suppressed for years—took control of me at my most vulnerable moment. This voice wasn’t new; it had always been there, buried under the expectations and rules set by society."

"I know, Srinu, after reading this, you’ll wonder what kind of woman I am. Why did you marry me? Was I ever the good wife you thought I was? And maybe the most painful question of all—did I ever truly love you? Believe me, Srinu, the answer is yes. Even now, after all you’ve read, you are the love of my life. You always have been, and you always will be. But I know those words will mean little after everything that’s happened. You’ll ask, ‘If you loved me so much, how could you… fuck other men? Strangers? And not just one, but two men at the same time—men who attacked us?’ And honestly, even as I write this, I can’t believe what I’ve done. There is no justification for my actions, and it’s up to you to judge me. But I need to express what’s in my heart, even if it sounds like an excuse."

"I’ve always tried to be a good wife to you, Srinu. But as I sat there on that filthy mattress, I couldn’t stop asking myself—what does it even mean to be a ‘good wife’ or a ‘good woman’? I struggled to come up with a definition. Ever since I was a child, my family and relatives drilled into me how a good woman should behave. They said good women are respected and valued in society, that they marry into good families and live happily. They told me a good woman always stays within the boundaries set by society and never crosses the line, no matter what. They warned me that a good woman avoids strangers, especially men. And most importantly, they said a good woman is pious and keeps her sexuality confined to her husband alone."

"But as I sat there, I couldn’t help but think of my college friend Archana Sharma. I hope you remember her—she came to our wedding. Archana had a similar upbringing to mine. She was raised with the same rigid ideals of what it meant to be a ‘good woman.’ Just like me, she worked hard to fit into that mold. During college, Archana fell deeply in love with her boyfriend, Arjun. She told me he was her soulmate, the love of her life. They planned to get married after college, and I was genuinely happy for her. She seemed to have everything figured out."

"Eventually, we graduated, and Archana’s relationship with Arjun continued. When I asked if they were still planning to marry, she said yes—they were just waiting to settle into good jobs first. A few months later, they both got their dream jobs in different companies but stayed in the same city. After that, Archana got busy with work, and we lost touch. About a year later, I received her wedding invitation. But when I opened the card, I was shocked—the groom’s name wasn’t Arjun."

"Confused, I called my best friend Priya, who worked in the same company as Archana, to find out what had happened. What Priya told me shattered the image I had of Archana. Apparently, after joining her new job, Archana met a team member named Mahesh. At first, it was innocent—just casual chats and playful banter during team collaboration games. But during one team-building exercise, the HR team asked Mahesh what kind of girlfriend he’d like to have. Without hesitation, Mahesh pointed at Archana and said, ‘I’d like a girlfriend like her.’ This was his way of telling Archana he was interested in her."

"Later that evening, Archana, curious about Mahesh’s comment, got his phone number from a colleague and messaged him to ask why he had said her name. Their conversation started light, but soon it turned personal—and flirty. At one point, Archana asked Mahesh directly if he liked her, and what made him want her as a girlfriend. Mahesh didn’t hesitate. He said he liked her boobs, and that was the reason he wanted her."

"Now, Srinu, I know what you’re thinking. Archana was in a serious relationship with Arjun, so surely she would have blocked Mahesh after such an inappropriate comment. I thought the same. I believed she’d never talk to him again. But Priya told me Archana continued chatting with Mahesh even after that. In fact, it went further. Archana herself started asking Mahesh to book Oyo rooms for them to fuck after work whenever she was in the mood. According to Priya, Mahesh once bragged that he and Archana fucked multiple times in one night—sometimes four rounds. And even after that, she’d suck his cock, trying to get it hard for one more round."

"Mahesh also told Priya that when he asked Archana why she was fucking him while still being in love with Arjun, she said, ‘Arjun is the love of my life. This is just between us. No one else needs to know.’ Their secret affair continued until Archana’s marriage was arranged. But here’s the twist: she didn’t marry Arjun or Mahesh. Her parents arranged her wedding to someone else entirely—a man she barely knew. When I asked Priya why Archana didn’t marry Arjun, her supposed soulmate, or Mahesh, her passionate lover, Priya just laughed and said, ‘Check the groom’s name on the card again.’ It was neither."

"At the time, I thought Archana was a hypocrite. I judged her harshly. I called her a whore who betrayed Arjun and used Mahesh, only to settle for an arranged marriage to look like a ‘Sanskari’ woman to society. But now, after tonight, I realize I was wrong. Archana wasn’t a hypocrite—she was human. The labels of ‘good woman’ or ‘Sanskari woman’ are just tools society uses to control women. They force us into boxes that suppress our natural desires."

"To truly understand this, Srinu, we have to go back to a time before society existed. Back then, humans lived freely. There were no rules about relationships, no concept of monogamy. Men and women had multiple partners, and no one judged them for it. But then society came along, imposing its so-called morals. These morals were drilled into me from a young age, making me walk on eggshells my entire life. But tonight, something changed. Javed and Chacha cracked open the voice I had suppressed for so long—the voice that society silenced. This voice doesn’t care about morals or judgments. It only seeks desire and pleasure. Tonight, I gave in to that voice."

As Srinu read Ganga’s words, his face hardened. His mind swirled with anger, confusion, and a sense of betrayal so deep it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.
Srinu ( thinking, bitterly): This bitch is blaming society for what she’s done? What kind of excuse is this? Has she lost her mind?

Despite his fury, he couldn’t stop reading. The need to understand, to make sense of her actions, kept him glued to her words.

"Srinu, I know this sounds like an excuse, but it’s the truth. Tonight, I wasn’t the Ganga you knew. I was the voice inside me—the primal, unrestrained version of myself. And while I can’t ask for your forgiveness, I want you to know one thing: I have always loved you, and I always will."

"I gathered my clothes and dressed myself slowly, my hands trembling with guilt and shame. As I stood in that room, the dirty mattress behind me, I couldn’t bring myself to look back at it—at the place where I had lost every shred of dignity I thought I had. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Javed and Chacha were nowhere to be seen; it seemed they had already left. I pushed aside the overwhelming weight of my guilt and reminded myself why I needed to move forward—I had to find you, Srinu."

"As I descended the stairs, the dim light cast long shadows across the walls, making the silence even more suffocating. Halfway down, I froze. My heart sank as my eyes fell on a body lying sprawled across the cold, dusty floor. My breath caught in my throat as I realized—it was you, Srinu. A jolt of panic coursed through me, and I ran to you, my footsteps echoing in the empty building. Dropping to my knees beside you, I shook you, calling your name over and over. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to rouse you, but there was no response. I sat there, helpless, as a crushing wave of grief and guilt washed over me."

"At first, I couldn’t understand why you were unconscious. The last time I saw you, you were on the stairs, searching for me. Then, the horrifying truth hit me like a slap. This was my fault. You were looking for me, trying to save me, while I… I was… How could I have done this? How could I have left you like this? I started abusing myself, whispering, ‘What kind of wife am I? What kind of human being am I?’ While you, my husband—the man who loves me unconditionally—lay unconscious on the floor, I was upstairs fucking two third-class laborers like a shameless whore. I betrayed you, Srinu. I betrayed us. I am a disgrace to my family and a black spot on the very institution of marriage."

"But this was not the time to wallow in my guilt. I needed to act. I wiped my tears and got up, looking for help. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to move. I found the night-shift construction workers who had just started their shift. Frantically, I explained the situation and begged them to help. They were quick to respond, calling for an ambulance and the security officer. They helped me carry you down the stairs and load you into the ambulance."

"I sat beside you in the ambulance, holding your hand and sobbing uncontrollably. My mind was racing with thoughts of regret and self-loathing. How did a good man like you end up with someone as horrible as me? What did I do to deserve your love, and why did I repay it with betrayal? The thought of my actions crushed me. I kept weeping, the sound of the ambulance siren drowning out my sobs, as I clung to your lifeless hand."

"When we arrived at the hospital, your family was informed. They came rushing in, their faces filled with concern and fear. They hugged me, consoled me, and thanked me for saving your life. Your mother, her eyes brimming with tears, held my hands tightly and said, ‘Thank you, beta. Thank you for fighting off the attackers and bringing Srinu to safety.’ Your father, who has always been a pillar of strength, patted my shoulder and said, ‘You are so brave, Ganga. You’ve proven yourself to be a strong and devoted wife.’"

"I wanted to scream the truth at them, to fall at their feet and beg for forgiveness. They didn’t know I was the reason you were in that hospital bed. I wasn’t a devoted wife—I was a traitor. I had betrayed not only you but also the trust of your entire family. Their gratitude felt like knives stabbing into my chest. How could I stand there, receiving their praise, knowing the monstrous truth about what I had done?"

"As I sat by your bedside, watching you lying there, unconscious and pale, the weight of my guilt became unbearable. I didn’t deserve their love or respect. I didn’t deserve you. I didn’t deserve to live. I have betrayed a man who loved me selflessly. I have betrayed a family that welcomed me with open arms. I am a disgrace. I have decided there is only one punishment fitting for what I’ve done—death. I deserve nothing less."
​