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Priyanka Sharma stood in front of the mirror adjusting her red saree. The pallu was draped low, showing a generous amount of her deep cleavage. At 28, she still had the body that turned heads — full, heavy breasts, a soft curvy waist, and a round gaand that swayed when she walked.
“Amit, jaldi karo na,” she called out. “Your boss is coming for dinner. I don’t want to be late.”
Amit came out of the bathroom, still buttoning his shirt. “Relax, Priyanka. Rahul sir is cool. He just wants to discuss the new project over dinner.”
Priyanka rolled her eyes. She had heard a lot about Rahul Mehra from her husband. He was the kind of boss who got what he wanted — in business and with women. Many girls in the office had stories about him.
The doorbell rang at exactly 8 PM.
Rahul entered like he owned the place. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a fitted black shirt that showed off his gym-built chest. His eyes immediately scanned Priyanka from head to toe, lingering on her cleavage and hips.
“Wow, Amit,” Rahul said with a smirk. “You didn’t tell me your wife is such a beauty. Priyanka, right?”
Priyanka smiled politely but felt a strange shiver when Rahul looked at her. “Thank you, sir. Please come in.”
During dinner, Rahul dominated the conversation. He kept praising Priyanka’s cooking while his eyes kept wandering to her body. Every time he said her name, he said it slowly — “Pri-yan-ka” — like he was tasting it.
After dinner, they moved to the living room. Amit poured drinks. Rahul sat on the sofa like a king, legs spread wide.
“So Priyanka,” Rahul said, sipping his whiskey, “what do you do? Apart from looking this hot?”
Priyanka blushed. “I’m a housewife… mostly.”
“Housewife?” Rahul laughed. “With a body like yours? Waste of talent, baby.”
Amit laughed nervously, but Priyanka noticed her husband didn’t correct the “baby” part.
Later that night, after Rahul left, Amit was already half asleep. Priyanka lay awake, remembering how Rahul had stared at her. For the first time in years, she felt truly desired.
Next Morning
Priyanka was in the kitchen making tea when her phone buzzed. Unknown number.
Unknown: Hi Priyanka. This is Rahul. Got your number from Amit’s office file. Dinner was amazing. Want to thank you properly.
Priyanka’s heart beat faster. She replied after five minutes.
Priyanka: Thank you sir. Glad you liked it.
Rahul: Call me Rahul. Sir makes me feel old. By the way, you looked stunning in that saree yesterday. That blouse was tight on your boobs 😉
Priyanka stared at the message, shocked. No one had ever spoken to her like this after marriage. She felt a warmth between her legs.
Priyanka: Rahul ji, that is not appropriate.
Rahul: Relax, beautiful. I just say what I feel. Your husband is lucky… but he doesn’t seem to appreciate what he has.
Priyanka didn’t reply after that, but she kept rereading the messages.
Three Days Later
Amit had to go out of town for two days for a client meeting. Rahul immediately called Priyanka.
“Hey gorgeous. Heard your husband is going to Bangalore. You’ll be alone?”
“Yes… but I’m fine,” Priyanka said softly.
“Come on. Let me take you out for dinner. No pressure. Just friends.”
Priyanka hesitated for a long time before saying, “Okay… but only dinner.”
That Evening
Priyanka wore a black sleeveless blouse and a cream saree. She looked sexy and elegant at the same time. Rahul picked her up in his luxury car.
At the restaurant, Rahul was charming but bold. His hand touched her waist while guiding her to the table. Under the table, his leg brushed against hers.
“You know Priyanka,” he said, looking straight into her eyes, “Amit is a good employee… but he is too soft. A woman like you needs a real man.”
Priyanka’s face turned red. “Rahul… I’m married.”
“I know,” he said, smirking. “That makes it hotter, doesn’t it?”
After dinner, Rahul drove her home. Outside her apartment, he suddenly pulled her close and kissed her hard. Priyanka tried to resist for a second, then melted. His tongue pushed into her mouth while his strong hands squeezed her round ass over the saree.
When they finally broke the kiss, Priyanka was breathing heavily.
“Rahul… we can’t…”
“Tomorrow,” Rahul whispered in her ear. “I’m coming here. And I’m going to fuck you properly, Priyanka. Your choot deserves better than what your husband gives.”
Priyanka’s pussy was soaking wet as she went inside.
The First Fuck
The next day Priyanka was restless. She kept checking her phone. Part of her wanted Rahul to cancel. Another part — the part that was getting wet — hoped he would come.
At 7:30 PM the doorbell rang.
Rahul stood there in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, looking powerful. He didn’t waste time with hello. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed Priyanka by the waist and pulled her against his hard body.
“Missed me, Priyanka?” he growled.
Before she could answer, his mouth was on hers. This kiss was rougher than last night. His tongue invaded her mouth while his big hands roamed over her ass, squeezing hard.
Priyanka moaned into his mouth. “Rahul… we shouldn’t… Amit…”
“Shhh,” Rahul said, biting her lower lip. “Your husband is not here. Right now this hot body belongs to me.”
He pushed her against the wall and started kissing her neck. His hand slid up and boldly cupped her left breast over her blue salwar kameez.
“These boobs are so big and soft,” he whispered. “I wanted to grab them the first day I saw you.”
Priyanka’s breathing became heavy. She knew this was wrong, but her pussy was already dripping. Rahul’s confidence was turning her on like nothing before.
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. Priyanka’s eyes widened.
“Oh my god…” she whispered.
Even through the jeans she could feel how thick and long his cock was. Much bigger than Amit’s.
“Feel that?” Rahul smirked. “This is what a real man’s lund feels like. Not like your husband’s small one.”
Priyanka blushed deeply but didn’t remove her hand. She gently squeezed it, feeling it throb.
Rahul laughed. “Good girl. Now take me to your bedroom. I’m going to fuck you in the same bed you sleep with Amit.”
He didn’t wait for permission. He picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to the master bedroom. He threw her on the bed and stood over her, removing his t-shirt. His chest and abs were ripped.
Priyanka stared hungrily.
Rahul pulled off her dupatta and opened the knots of her salwar. He yanked it down along with her panties in one motion. Priyanka’s shaved, wet pussy was now completely exposed.
“Fuck… look at this beautiful choot,” Rahul said, running his fingers over her wet slit. “So pink and ready.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside her without warning. Priyanka arched her back and moaned loudly.
“Ahhh… Rahul… slow…”
“No slow tonight, baby. This choot is going to get properly fucked.”
He finger-fucked her hard while sucking on her nipples through her kameez. Within two minutes Priyanka came hard on his fingers, her juices flowing down.
Rahul stood up, removed his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang out — thick, veiny, almost 8 inches long.
Priyanka’s mouth opened in shock.
“It’s so big…” she whispered.
Rahul stroked his cock slowly. “Bigger than your husband’s, right? Say it.”
Priyanka hesitated, then said softly, “Yes… much bigger than Amit.”
“Good slut,” Rahul grinned. “Now come and suck it.”
Priyanka got on her knees on the bed. She held the heavy cock in her soft hands and took the head into her mouth. Rahul grabbed her hair and pushed deeper.
“Suck it properly, Priyanka. Show me how hungry that married mouth is.”
She tried her best, sucking and licking while making wet sounds. Rahul groaned in pleasure and fucked her mouth gently.
After a few minutes he pushed her on her back and climbed on top. He rubbed his thick cockhead up and down her wet slit.
“Ready to get fucked by a real man?” he asked.
Priyanka nodded, eyes full of lust. “Yes… please…”
Rahul thrust forward in one powerful stroke, burying half his cock inside her.
“Ahhhhh fuck!” Priyanka screamed. The stretch was intense.
Rahul kept pushing until his full length was buried in her married pussy. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust.
“Your choot is so tight… gripping my lund so well,” he groaned.
Then he started fucking her. Hard. Deep. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against her ass filled the room.
Priyanka was moaning non-stop. “Oh god… Rahul… it’s so deep… ahhh… fuck me!”
“You like it?” Rahul asked, pounding her faster. “Say it. Tell me whose choot this is now.”
“It’s yours… my choot is yours, Rahul!” she cried out.
Rahul fucked her in missionary, then turned her over and took her from behind. He slapped her round ass hard while thrusting.
“Your husband could never fuck you like this, could he?”
“No… never…” Priyanka moaned, pushing back against his cock.
After almost twenty minutes of hard fucking, Rahul groaned.
“I’m going to cum inside you, Priyanka.”
“Wait… no… I’m not on pills…” she said weakly.
But Rahul didn’t stop. He gripped her hips tightly and buried himself deep.
“Take my seed, you married slut,” he growled as he exploded inside her. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy.
Priyanka came again at the same time, her body shaking violently.
They both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Rahul’s cum was leaking out of her well-fucked choot.
He kissed her neck and whispered, “This is just the beginning, Priyanka. From now on, whenever I want this choot, you will give it to me. Understood?”
Priyanka, still in a daze, could only nod.
From Wife to Slut
Over the next ten days, Priyanka completely changed.
Rahul fucked her almost every day. Sometimes in the afternoon, sometimes at night when Amit was sleeping in the next room. She had become addicted to his thick cock and the way he used her body like a whore.
One afternoon, Rahul had her bent over the dining table where she and Amit used to eat dinner together.
“Fuck… your choot is getting looser for me,” Rahul laughed as he pounded her hard from behind. “Amit’s small dick can’t satisfy you anymore, can it?”
“No… only your big lund can,” Priyanka moaned shamelessly, pushing her round ass back against him.
Rahul slapped her ass hard. “Say it louder. Tell me who owns this married choot now.”
“You own it, Rahul! My choot belongs to you!” she cried as she came again.
Rahul pulled her hair and filled her pussy with another big load of cum. After he left, Priyanka didn’t even clean up properly. She liked feeling his cum leak out of her all day.
Amit returned from his trip on Friday evening.
He noticed something was different immediately. Priyanka was glowing. Her dressing had become bolder — tighter blouses, lower sarees, and she was wearing more makeup at home.
That night when Amit tried to have sex with her, Priyanka wasn’t into it.
“Baby, what happened?” Amit asked, trying to kiss her.
“I’m tired,” she said, turning away.
Amit felt hurt but didn’t say anything. He noticed her pussy felt different when he touched her — wetter, softer, like it had been used a lot. But he pushed the thought away.
The next day was Saturday. Rahul called Priyanka while Amit was in the shower.
“Come to my apartment right now. I want to fuck you.”
Priyanka’s pussy throbbed. “But Amit is home…”
“I don’t care. Tell him you’re going to the market. Be here in 30 minutes.”
Priyanka’s resistance was gone. She quickly got ready in a tight kurti and jeans that showed off her figure.
“I’m going to the shopping complex,” she told Amit. “Need to buy some clothes.”
Amit nodded, but he looked suspicious.
At Rahul’s luxurious apartment, Priyanka was on her knees sucking his cock like a hungry slut.
“You’ve become such a cock-hungry randi,” Rahul groaned, fucking her mouth. “Your husband has no idea his sweet wife is my personal fucktoy now.”
He fucked her in every position — on the sofa, against the window, and finally on his bed. He came deep inside her twice.
Before she left, Rahul took photos of her lying naked with his cum dripping from her pussy.
“These are for insurance,” he smirked. “In case you ever try to stop.”
That evening, everything exploded.
Amit had followed Priyanka. He saw her enter Rahul’s apartment building. He waited for two hours until she came out, her hair messy, lips slightly swollen, and a glow on her face.
When she reached home, Amit was sitting on the sofa, looking broken.
“Priyanka… where were you?” he asked quietly.
Priyanka froze. For a moment she thought of lying, but something inside her had changed.
“I was with Rahul,” she said calmly.
Amit’s face turned pale. “What?”
“I was with your boss,” she repeated. “He fucked me. Many times.”
Tears filled Amit’s eyes. “Priyanka… why?”
“Because he fucks me like a real man,” she said, her voice gaining strength. “His cock is so much bigger and thicker than yours. He makes me cum again and again. You never could.”
Amit was speechless.
Priyanka walked closer. “Do you want to see?”
Before he could answer, she took out her phone and showed him the photos Rahul had taken — her legs spread, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, her face in pure ecstasy.
Amit stared at the pictures in shock. His small dick twitched in his pants.
“You… you liked it?” he whispered.
Priyanka smiled. “I loved it. I’m not going to stop.”
There was a long silence.
Then Priyanka did something that shocked even herself. She walked to Amit, pulled down his pants, and saw his small erection.
“Look at this poor little thing,” she said softly, almost pityingly. “It can never satisfy me again.”
She started stroking him slowly while telling him everything.
“How Rahul made me scream. How he filled my choot with his hot cum. How I begged him to fuck me harder.”
Amit was breathing heavily. He came in less than a minute, shooting his weak load on her hand.
Priyanka wiped her hand and looked at him.
“From now on, things will be different in this house,” she said firmly. “Rahul will come here whenever he wants. You will stay quiet and watch. Or you can leave. But I’m not giving up his cock.”
Two Weeks Later
The new normal had settled.
Rahul was now the real man of the house. He came on Friday night and stayed till Sunday morning. Amit was made to sleep in the guest room while Rahul fucked Priyanka loudly in the master bedroom.
One night, Rahul made Amit sit on the chair beside the bed and watch.
“Watch how a real man fucks your wife,” Rahul said as he thrust deep into Priyanka.
Priyanka was moaning without shame. “Yes Rahul… fuck me harder! Fill my choot!”
Amit sat there, humiliated but painfully hard. Rahul laughed at him while pounding Priyanka.
After Rahul filled her with cum, he ordered, “Clean her up, cuck.”
Amit hesitated, but Priyanka grabbed his hair and pulled his face between her legs.
“Lick it,” she commanded. “Clean your boss’s cum from my pussy.”
Amit obeyed. He licked Rahul’s thick cum from his wife’s freshly fucked choot while Priyanka moaned in pleasure.
From that day, Priyanka became fully Rahul’s slut. She started wearing sexy clothes at home, stopped having sex with Amit completely, and openly flirted with Rahul in front of her husband.
One evening while Rahul was fucking her on the sofa, Priyanka looked at Amit and said:
“Thank you for bringing such a powerful man into our life, darling. Now I’m truly happy.”
Rahul laughed and came inside her again.
The End.
