Hello, my name is Archana. My husband’s name is Pawan. I work as a teacher in a private company. We’ve been married for five years, and I used to think we were a happy couple. Pawan works as a clerk in another district, while I work in a different one.
Because of this, we only met on weekends, Saturdays and Sundays. When we did, we’d spend those two days having intense, passionate sex. Pawan would fuck me hard, pound my ass, and we’d have a lot of fun. He never suspected I’d be involved with someone else.
But one day, he saw a message on my phone. “I’ll come on Tuesday.” The message made him realise someone was coming to our house. Who was coming on Tuesday? He had no clue. So, he decided to spy on me.
The previous Sunday, he had fucked me thoroughly. Since he was only home on weekends, Pawan never let me rest on Sundays. He’d fuck me everywhere— in the bathroom, bedroom, terrace, balcony, kitchen, after I peed, after I shat. He never spared me.
He’d press me hard, rub me down, and fuck my pussy until it swelled. Sometimes, he’d fuck me until I pissed on the bed. I forgot to tell you about myself. I’m an extremely beautiful woman, five feet four inches tall. My boobs are full and firm, my ass is big, and I’m very slender.
Pawan used to call me ‘Dangri’ (slim). Every Sunday, he’d fuck my ass because, without that weekly ‘servicing,’ my bowels wouldn’t clear properly. I suffered from stomach issues—pain, nausea, acidity. Getting my ass fucked once a week ensured my bowels stayed clear for at least seven days.
One Sunday, while fucking my ass with oil, Pawan noticed bite marks on it. The teeth marks were clear. He didn’t ask me anything, knowing I’d lie. He was certain someone else was fucking me behind his back. He needed to find out who.
So, he took a day off and stayed on my trail, without me having the slightest idea he was spying. I went to the market. When I returned, he had taken leave instead of going to his job in the other district. He went to the bus stop, making me think he’d left. But he was following me.
That day, he installed a hidden camera in our bedroom without my knowledge. Then, he quietly went to the basement room and sat there. There was a TV in the basement. He turned it on to watch the live feed from the hidden camera.
Around 9 PM, a car pulled up in front of our house. A man stepped out. It was dark, so Pawan couldn’t see him clearly. But when he rang the doorbell and I opened the door, the hidden camera showed him clearly. He was tall, nearly six feet, with muscular arms.
He wore blue jeans and a T-shirt. He probably worked out daily, judging by his physique. I looked tiny and delicate next to him. Being so slim, he easily lifted me and placed me on the same bed where Pawan fucked me every day. He gave me a long, deep kiss, sucking my lips and tongue.
I responded eagerly. He sat on my chest, squeezing my boobs hard through my blouse. Then he stood up, pulling me to my feet. We kissed passionately, embracing tightly. He lifted my saree to my waist, slipped his hand into my panties, and groped my ass.
I moaned, responding to his touch. Pawan couldn’t believe another man was running his hands over my ass. Then he made me sit down and started kissing me aggressively, so much so that even Pawan felt embarrassed watching. He was shocked that I let another man kiss me so intimately.
Then the man lay me on the bed and climbed over me. His huge cock pressed against my pussy through my saree. I was moaning loudly. He flipped me over, kissing my back and ass. He lifted my saree and petticoat, pulling my panties off my legs.
Now I was bare from the waist down, legs spread in front of him. I unhooked his pants, pulled down the zipper, and took them off. Pawan saw his bulging cock through his underwear. I removed that too. Pawan was stunned by the sight of it—thick, probably eight inches long.
It dangled in front of my face. Pawan worried that if that massive cock entered my pussy, it might kill me. I’m so petite, and even Pawan’s smaller cock left me drenched in sweat. This was a thick, eight-inch monster, swaying before my mouth.
Pawan couldn’t bear to watch. Without wasting a moment, I grabbed it with both hands, stroking it, and then took it in my mouth, sucking it like a chocolate bar. I sucked it like a whore. Pawan was dumbfounded. He thought his delicate, innocent wife could never do such a thing.
Yet here I was, sucking another man’s cock in his bedroom. He couldn’t fathom how I could do this. The man fucked my mouth for ten to fifteen minutes. Then I took his balls in my mouth, sucking and licking them. He flipped me onto my back.
He lifted my saree and petticoat to my waist, exposing my yellow, plump ass. He bit my ass cheeks and licked my asshole with his tongue. He slapped my ass hard, spanking it repeatedly. I was screaming. But I enjoyed it, lifting my ass and begging for more, responding eagerly.
Then he turned me over, lifted my saree, and started licking my pussy. I moaned loudly, responding to his tongue. He placed his massive cock on my pussy. I was breathing heavily, waiting to be fucked. But he wasn’t in a hurry. He teased me, rubbing his cock against my pussy.
I begged, “I can’t take it anymore. Don’t play, put it in.”
“What did you say? What should I do?” he asked, kissing my lips.
I said, “Don’t waste time. Fuck me hard.”
He lifted his hips and thrust hard. His cock plunged deep into my pussy. I screamed like a bitch. He kissed me to muffle my cries. I couldn’t scream anymore. He fucked me like a bull, and I lifted my hips to match his thrusts. He pounded me relentlessly, like a pig.
He grabbed my boobs, tore off my blouse, and attacked my boobs, sucking my milk. Pawan’s cock stiffened. The man was fucking me like a beast, and Pawan’s cock was hard too. He dropped his pants and underwear and sat down. His cock was small but rock-hard.
The man removed my bra, leaving me completely naked. He was naked too. We were both fucking each other. Then I got on top, and he fingered my ass while I rubbed my pussy on his cock. I was bouncing hard, screaming, “Harder, fuck me harder, in my pussy and ass!” I was getting thoroughly fucked.
Pawan could do nothing but stroke his cock furiously. After a while, the man flipped me back down and licked my pussy like a dog. I was moaning. He was a master at eating pussy. I never let Pawan lick mine, but I willingly let this man do it. While licking, I suddenly started pissing, and he drank it all.
Then he climbed on my chest again, spread my legs, and aimed his cock at my pussy. He lifted his hips a foot and thrust hard. His cock tore through my pussy, going deep inside. I screamed, “I’m dying, I’m dying, no, no, no!” Pawan muttered, “Why dying now? Take it like a slut.”
The man kept fucking me hard, pinning my hands above my head and lying on my chest. His mouth was in mine, his muscular chest crushing my boobs. I was drenched in sweat, but he wasn’t tired. He fucked me like a bull, kissing me and thrusting below.
My pussy made wet, slapping sounds. The bed creaked loudly. Pawan thought it might break from the intensity. Watching this, Pawan stroked his cock faster. Suddenly, the man pulled out. I got up, panting, asking for water, and headed to the kitchen.
As I tried to get off the bed, he grabbed my leg and slapped my ass hard. His fingerprints marked my fair, yellow ass. He bit my ass again and brought his cock near my asshole. Before I could say “No, no,” he thrust hard, and his cock entered my ass. I screamed again.
After four or five slaps, I calmed down and started responding, letting him fuck me silently. He fucked my ass hard, and I screamed, “Hit me, hit me harder!” He pulled back and gave a powerful thrust into my ass. I started pissing again, making a “fss fss” sound.
Pawan couldn’t believe I was pissing on the bed. The man had fucked me until I pissed. He ignored it and kept fucking my ass, slapping it with both hands, playing my cheeks like drums. I was enjoying it, drenched in sweat, begging for water.
Finally, he gave my ass a hard slap, pulled out, and let me go. I ran to the kitchen and gulped water. After calming down, we returned to the bed. I changed the bedsheet, soiled by my piss. I said, “Nilesh, you were amazing today. You fucked me until I pissed.”
He let my hair down and gave me a deep, wet kiss. “My queen, I fucked you until you pissed today. But next time, I’ll fuck you until you shit on the bed.”
“Let’s bet on it. If you’ve got the stamina, make me shit,” I challenged him. “Deal,” he said, kissing my lips, cheeks, and forehead a hundred times. “I love you, Archu, I love you,” he said. I kissed him back. He sucked my boobs hard and sat on my chest.
Pawan couldn’t believe his slim wife could handle such a giant. Nilesh licked my pussy clean. Then he lay on his back, his cock standing erect at a 90-degree angle. He told me to sit on it gently, but I couldn’t. I missed a couple of times. His cock was like hot iron.
He held my ass gently, lifted me, aimed his cock at my pussy, and sat me down hard. His cock slid deep inside with a swoosh. “Oh God, oh God,” I screamed. The thrust was unbearable, but he didn’t care. He held my ass tightly and fucked me, lifting me up and down. His cock pierced my pussy like a sword.
I was terrified. Then he grabbed my boobs, squeezing them until they turned red. I screamed, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting. Then he flipped me over, him on top. He kneaded my boobs, lifted my saree and petticoat to my waist, and gave a powerful thrust into my pussy.
The thrust was so hard it made a loud ‘pachak’ sound, and his cock went deep inside. I let out a loud fart. Ignoring my noises, he kept fucking me hard. Every hard thrust made me fart loudly. I begged, “Slow down, my stomach hurts.” He showed no mercy, lifting his hips a foot and thrusting harder.
Another loud fart escaped. “I give up, I’m farting. I might shit. Please, have mercy,” I pleaded. But he wouldn’t stop. He squeezed my boobs alternately and kissed me. I was at my limit. Pawan thought my pussy was torn, reduced to a tunnel. Nilesh had fucked me until I pissed and farted, and he was still going.
Pawan was stroking his cock furiously. Nilesh’s muscular body was crushing me. My body was being kneaded and pounded. He said, “I’m done now.” He spread my legs wide and thrust hard. I started crying. Every hard thrust made me fart louder. I couldn’t take it.
He fucked me like a raging bull, and I bleated like a skinny goat, farting intermittently. Pawan couldn’t believe Nilesh had fucked me until I farted. He was like a bullet train, and I kept farting loudly. My slender body was crushed under him. Pawan thought he might kill me.
But Nilesh showed no mercy, fucking me from every angle. I screamed, enjoying the otherworldly pleasure. He gave one final, massive thrust, unloading a bucketful of cum into my pussy, and collapsed beside me. Today, he had fucked me until I pissed, farted, and cried.
My pussy and ass were one, my boobs, back, and stomach red from his assault. He had thoroughly ravaged me. I slipped out of his embrace, ran to the bathroom, and shat heavily. At the bathroom door, he knocked and teased, “Did I make you shit today?”
From inside, I farted loudly in response, “Yes, I lost. I shat.” Pawan, stroking his cock, came too. My boyfriend, having fucked me until I pissed, farted, and shat, left at midnight. At 1 AM, Pawan returned. I was shocked. “How are you back?” I asked. He said, “I had urgent work.”
He fucked me hard, and I kept farting loudly. He asked, “What’s wrong?” I said, “My stomach hurts.” We went to sleep, but my ass kept farting all night.
The next morning, Pawan’s face told me something was wrong. He asked, “Archana, who are you sleeping with?” His angry face and harsh tone made me realise lying was pointless. I decided to tell the truth. “Pawan, please forgive me. I’m with Nilesh. He’s my boyfriend.”
His face turned red with rage. His anger exploded, and he started beating me brutally. He threw me face down on the bed and tied my hands and feet to the bedposts with rope. He lifted my saree and petticoat to my waist, exposing my yellow, plump ass.
He started hitting me with his hands—on my back, stomach, boobs, and face. Each blow was so hard that red welts appeared on my skin. I screamed, begging for forgiveness, but his anger didn’t subside. He kicked me, slapped my ass, turning it red. Then he went out and returned with a leather belt.
He whipped my ass, back, thighs, and face. Each lash left black-and-blue marks, and I screamed in pain. He didn’t stop. He brought a wet stick and beat my ass, back, stomach, and boobs with it. My skin turned red, and the stick left clear black-and-blue welts on my yellow ass.
Tears streamed from my eyes with every blow. Then he picked up a paste of green chilies and shoved it into my asshole. The burning sensation made me scream and writhe in agony, but with my hands and feet tied, I was helpless. My ass burned like it was on fire.
Along with this, he hurled filthy abuses at me. “Your mother’s ass, your sister’s cunt, I’ll fuck your mother and sister, you bitch, whore, slut!” Each word broke my mind and body. He beat me naked with the belt, stick, and chilli paste until my body swelled, and I lay crying.
I was exhausted from screaming, but his rage didn’t relent. His eyes showed only anger and disgust. He beat me until black-and-blue welts and wounds covered my back, ass, and thighs.
Finally, he stopped and said, “Archana, I know everything. I was watching you. I read your phone messages and spied on you. I set up a hidden camera in the bedroom and watched everything from the basement. I saw everything you did with Nilesh. You had no idea, but I saw every move you made.”
My head bowed in shame and guilt. I couldn’t speak. He continued, “I can’t tolerate this betrayal. You broke my trust. I’m divorcing you. This relationship is meaningless now.”
He untied me from the bed, but his words pierced my heart. The physical and mental pain, the burning from the chilli paste, the filthy abuses, and his rage were etched in my mind forever. My mistake had destroyed my life. I kept crying, but he didn’t look at me.
He called his lawyer and began preparing divorce papers. My tears wouldn’t stop, but I knew this was the punishment for my actions.
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