Adnan, a towering figure with a chiseled 6-foot frame and a set of 6-pack abs that rippled like the surface of a still lake, strolled into the living room of his spacious suburban home. The evening sun cast a warm glow across the polished hardwood floor, and the scent of his wife Hina's freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of his cologne. The house was his sanctuary, a place where he could shed the stresses of managing a multinational corporation and simply be. He took a moment to appreciate the quiet, the rare moments when he wasn't bombarded by emails or phone calls, before the sound of footsteps and the jingle of keys alerted him to Hina's arrival.Hina, with her radiant smile and piercing gaze, walked in with the grace of a gazelle. Her jet-black hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, and she carried with her an air of authority and poise that had been honed over years of being by his side. She had always been his rock, the one person who truly understood the pressures that came with his high-powered job. But today, there was something different about her, something that made Adnan's heart race.He noticed the way her eyes danced with mischief as she handed him a steaming cup of coffee, and the way her full lips curled into a knowing smile. "I have a little surprise for you, my love," she said, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.Adnan took the cup, the warmth seeping into his palms as he regarded her quizzically. "A surprise?"Hina nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Remember how you've always talked about that... particular fantasy of yours?"Adnan felt his pulse quicken. He had shared with Hina his most secret desires, the darkest recesses of his sexual imagination. Among those, one stood out: the tantalizing thought of watching his maid, Nageena, in a compromising position with another man. Nageena was a beauty, with a body that could make any man's head turn: ample 36C breasts that defied gravity and a round, 38-inch ass that swayed with each step she took. Her youthful exuberance and innocent charm had not gone unnoticed by him, but he had always maintained a professional distance, a line that neither of them had dared to cross.Following Hina's gaze and the sound of running water, Adnan allowed himself to be guided to the laundry room. As they approached, the scent of fabric softener grew stronger, mingling with the faint hint of sweat and detergent. He peeked around the corner, and his breath hitched in his throat. There she was, Nageena, her back to them, her hands plunged into the soapy water of the washing machine. Her blouse clung to her skin, the wet fabric revealing the deep valley between her breasts. Her jeans were unbuttoned and riding low, exposing the top of her lacy thong. The sight was more erotic than any pornographic image he'd ever seen."Look," Hina whispered, her hand on his shoulder, guiding his gaze downward. Adnan's eyes followed the curve of Nageena's spine, down to the swell of her hips, and then to the reflection in the washing machine's chrome surface. There, in the water, were Hina's words made flesh: her voluptuous breasts, bobbing and swaying with each movement, the dark areolae standing in stark contrast to her creamy skin. He watched, transfixed, as a bubble popped against her nipple, the fabric of her blouse translucent enough to reveal the stiff peak beneath.Hina leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You know how much you want this," she murmured, her hand sliding down to his crotch, giving his burgeoning erection a gentle squeeze. "Let's give it to you."Adnan nodded, his eyes never leaving Nageena's reflection. He could feel the heat building in his loins, his mind racing with the possibilities of what was about to unfold. Hina's hand slid away, and she turned to face him, her own desire evident in her flushed cheeks and the heavy-lidded look in her eyes. "But there's one condition," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "You have to watch from here. You can't touch."Adnan's cock twitched at the thought of being denied, his excitement piqued by the challenge. He nodded again, swallowing hard. Hina stepped away, leaving him at the entrance of the laundry room. She approached Nageena, her hips swaying with an exaggerated motion that was both tantalizing and deliberate. "Need some help with that?" she asked, her voice light and playful.Nageena startled, whipping around. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson when she saw Hina standing before her. "Madam, I'm so sorry. I didn't hear you come in," she stuttered, her eyes wide with surprise.Hina's smile grew wider, the glint in her eye hinting at something more than innocent curiosity. She stepped closer, her own body moving with the grace of a cat stalking its prey. "It's quite alright, Nageena," she purred. "I just thought I'd offer a helping hand."Nageena, still flustered, nodded her head gratefully. As she turned back to the washing machine, Adnan couldn't help but admire the way her breasts bounced slightly with the movement, the fabric of her blouse stretching taut across her chest. He watched, his breath shallow, as the maid's hands dipped into the water, her elbows lifting to give him an even better view of her ample cleavage. The sight was like a siren's call, drawing him in, making his cock throb with need."You know, Nageena," Hina began, her voice like velvet, "my husband Adnan has always had a thing for... larger breasts." She stepped closer to the young maid, her own chest brushing against Nageena's back. "He can't help but admire yours whenever you're around."Nageena's hands stilled in the water, the soaking fabric of her blouse clinging to her skin. "Madam," she murmured, a blend of shock and embarrassment coloring her voice, "I had no idea."Hina leaned in closer, her breasts pressing into Nageena's back. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, dear," she cooed, her breath hot against Nageena's ear. "In fact, I think it's something to be celebrated."Her words hung in the air, thick with suggestion. Nageena's eyes darted to the floor, her cheeks burning. "I... I don't know, Madam," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.Hina's fingers danced along Nageena's shoulders, tracing the line of her collarbone to the neckline of her blouse. "Why don't you tell me about your size?" she whispered, her voice a siren's song of temptation. "I'm sure it's nothing to be shy about."Nageena's eyes met Hina's in the reflection of the washing machine, and she could see the hunger in her employer's gaze. The woman's touch was gentle, but the intention behindy it was as clear as the water they both hoveredo over. She took a deep breath, her heart racing, "They're... they're 36C, Madam," she murmured s, her voice trembling.
Adultery Entrapment of Maid Nageena
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The whirring of the washing machine and the faint hum of the dryer in the background created a rhythmic pattern of domesticity in the small laundry room. Hina, her eyes glued to Nageena's generous cleavage, couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Her own breasts, though not insignificant, paled in comparison to the maid's ample assets. Nageena, with a knowing smile, went about her work, seemingly unfazed by Hina's blatant stare.
"You're so lucky, Nageena," Hina said, her voice filled with a hint of admiration and a touch of sadness. "Adnan has always had a thing for women with big boobs. He's always said that a good pair of melons can make a world of difference in bed."
Nageena chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe he just needs to appreciate what he has," she quipped, her hands moving deftly as she folded a pile of freshly washed clothes.
Hina's cheeks flushed, her gaze dropping to the floor. "It's not that," she replied, a little defensively. "It's just... sometimes I can't help but feel inadequate."
Nageena stopped folding the clothes, placing a gentle hand on Hina's shoulder. "Don't be sad," she said warmly. "You're beautiful in your own way. Besides, it's not the size that matters; it's how you use it."
Her words brought a slight smile to Hina's face. "Thank you, Nageena. But I think I'd better go and you should finish these clothes. Adnan will be waiting for his lunch."
Nageena nodded understandingly and gave her a wink. "Take your time, I'll finish up here."
With renewed resolve, Hina left the laundry room, the scent of fabric softener lingering in her wake. She made her way to the kitchen, her thoughts racing. She knew she had to act fast if she didn't want to disappoint her husband. The clock on the wall ticked away, a silent reminder of the time slipping through her fingers. She quickly assembled ingredients for a simple yet satisfying meal, her mind wandering to the conversation she had just had with Nageena. The maid's confidence in her own body was something she admired and envied.
As the aroma of the simmering curry filled the air, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Nageena's words. Hina had always felt that her own beauty was overshadowed by the voluptuous maid. Yet, she had never dared to confront Adnan about his preferences. Maybe it was time to be more assertive.
When Adnan finally entered the room, his stomach rumbling in anticipation, Hina presented the steaming platter with a proud smile. He took a seat at the table, his eyes appreciative as he took in the feast before him. They ate in comfortable silence, the occasional clink of silverware on china the only sound in the room.
As they finished the last of the meal, Adnan rose from his chair, his gaze lingering on Hina's chest. He stepped closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her into an embrace. His hands found their way to her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Hina felt a mix of pleasure and anxiety, her breath hitching in her throat. It was a familiar gesture, but today it felt charged with new significance.
"You know," Adnan began, his voice thick with lust, "I was just thinking how much I'd love to taste those mouth-watering 36C's of Nageena." He pinched Hina's nipple, his eyes glazed with desire. "But then I realized, I've got the most delicious pair right here."
Hina's heart raced at the mention of Nageena's boobs, but she forced a smile. "You always know how to make me feel special," she said, trying to keep the conversation light. But the tension in the room was palpable.
Adnan leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "I'm not just saying it, darling," he murmured. "I mean it." His hand trailed down her body, his fingertips grazing her hip before coming to rest on her thigh. "But I can't help but wonder what those 36Cs of hers would feel like in my hands."
Hina's smile faltered, a wave of insecurity washing over her. She knew her husband had a wandering eye, but hearing him talk so openly about Nageena's body was like a dagger to the heart. Still, she didn't pull away, the thrill of his touch outweighing the sting of his words.
"If only I had smaller boobs," she thought to herself, her mind racing. "Then maybe he wouldn't be so fixated on what she has that I don't."
The wheels in Hina's head turned as she considered her next move. If she couldn't change herself, she could change the game. An idea began to form, one that would not only satisfy Adnan's desires but also give her the upper hand in this silent competition. It was risky, but desperation had a way of emboldening people.
"You're so lucky, Nageena," Hina said, her voice filled with a hint of admiration and a touch of sadness. "Adnan has always had a thing for women with big boobs. He's always said that a good pair of melons can make a world of difference in bed."
Nageena chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe he just needs to appreciate what he has," she quipped, her hands moving deftly as she folded a pile of freshly washed clothes.
Hina's cheeks flushed, her gaze dropping to the floor. "It's not that," she replied, a little defensively. "It's just... sometimes I can't help but feel inadequate."
Nageena stopped folding the clothes, placing a gentle hand on Hina's shoulder. "Don't be sad," she said warmly. "You're beautiful in your own way. Besides, it's not the size that matters; it's how you use it."
Her words brought a slight smile to Hina's face. "Thank you, Nageena. But I think I'd better go and you should finish these clothes. Adnan will be waiting for his lunch."
Nageena nodded understandingly and gave her a wink. "Take your time, I'll finish up here."
With renewed resolve, Hina left the laundry room, the scent of fabric softener lingering in her wake. She made her way to the kitchen, her thoughts racing. She knew she had to act fast if she didn't want to disappoint her husband. The clock on the wall ticked away, a silent reminder of the time slipping through her fingers. She quickly assembled ingredients for a simple yet satisfying meal, her mind wandering to the conversation she had just had with Nageena. The maid's confidence in her own body was something she admired and envied.
As the aroma of the simmering curry filled the air, she couldn't help but wonder if there was some truth to Nageena's words. Hina had always felt that her own beauty was overshadowed by the voluptuous maid. Yet, she had never dared to confront Adnan about his preferences. Maybe it was time to be more assertive.
When Adnan finally entered the room, his stomach rumbling in anticipation, Hina presented the steaming platter with a proud smile. He took a seat at the table, his eyes appreciative as he took in the feast before him. They ate in comfortable silence, the occasional clink of silverware on china the only sound in the room.
As they finished the last of the meal, Adnan rose from his chair, his gaze lingering on Hina's chest. He stepped closer, his arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her into an embrace. His hands found their way to her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Hina felt a mix of pleasure and anxiety, her breath hitching in her throat. It was a familiar gesture, but today it felt charged with new significance.
"You know," Adnan began, his voice thick with lust, "I was just thinking how much I'd love to taste those mouth-watering 36C's of Nageena." He pinched Hina's nipple, his eyes glazed with desire. "But then I realized, I've got the most delicious pair right here."
Hina's heart raced at the mention of Nageena's boobs, but she forced a smile. "You always know how to make me feel special," she said, trying to keep the conversation light. But the tension in the room was palpable.
Adnan leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "I'm not just saying it, darling," he murmured. "I mean it." His hand trailed down her body, his fingertips grazing her hip before coming to rest on her thigh. "But I can't help but wonder what those 36Cs of hers would feel like in my hands."
Hina's smile faltered, a wave of insecurity washing over her. She knew her husband had a wandering eye, but hearing him talk so openly about Nageena's body was like a dagger to the heart. Still, she didn't pull away, the thrill of his touch outweighing the sting of his words.
"If only I had smaller boobs," she thought to herself, her mind racing. "Then maybe he wouldn't be so fixated on what she has that I don't."
The wheels in Hina's head turned as she considered her next move. If she couldn't change herself, she could change the game. An idea began to form, one that would not only satisfy Adnan's desires but also give her the upper hand in this silent competition. It was risky, but desperation had a way of emboldening people.
That night, as the moon cast a soft glow through the bedroom window, Hina donned a skimpy nightie that barely contained her envied curves. She knew that Adnan would be unable to resist her when she presented herself in such an alluring fashion. The fabric clung to her body, showcasing her own voluptuous figure in the best possible light.
As Adnan settled into bed beside her, his eyes were drawn to the deep neckline of her lingerie. "Is your penis rock hard because of Nageena's cleavage?" she asked playfully, her voice a sultry whisper in the darkened room. She watched his reaction closely, gauging his interest.
Adnan's eyes snapped up to meet hers, a hint of surprise in his gaze. "What makes you say that?" he responded, his voice a mix of amusement and curiosity.
"Just an observation," Hina said with a knowing smile. She reached out, her hand lightly tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric of his boxers. "It's okay, I understand. Nageena's breasts are...distracting."
Adnan's eyes widened as Hina's words hung in the air, and she felt his body tense against her touch. "But," she continued, her voice dropping even lower, "you know what they say, 'variety is the spice of life.' And I've been thinking, maybe we could...spice things up a bit."
Her hand slid down to cup him firmly, and she began to stroke him through the fabric. His breathing grew ragged as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "What if," she whispered, "you had both of us at the same time?"
Adnan's eyes grew dark with lust, his hand covering hers, squeezing harder. "Both of you?" he breathed, his imagination already racing with the tantalizing image of Hina and Nageena writhing together beneath him.
Adnan's hand stopped moving, his eyes searching hers in the moonlight. "Are you serious?"
Hina nodded, her heart racing. "I want to make you happy," she murmured, her voice filled with both hope and trepidation. "And if this is what it takes..."
Adnan's hand paused for a brief moment, the gravity of her suggestion sinking in. Then, with a growl of approval, he rolled on top of her, his large frame pinning her to the mattress. He ripped her nightie open, exposing her full, round breasts to the cool air. His hand found her cunt, already wet with anticipation. With one swift movement, he pushed aside her lacy underwear and plunged his fingers inside her. Hina gasped, her body arching off the bed.
He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out his cock, thick and hard, and lined it up with her pussy. In one swift, powerful stroke, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate his impressive length.
Hina's eyes rolled back in her head, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat. Her nails dug into the sheets as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that she hadn't felt in a long time. His hips slapped against her thighs, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. The sound of their skin meeting filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and moans.
Adnan's eyes never left hers, his pupils dilated with lust. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "I'd love to see those big tits bouncing together," he murmured, his own desire for the maid's body clear in his words.
With a sudden surge of strength, Adnan lifted Hina off the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her over to the dresser, the wooden drawers rattling with each pounding thrust. His cock plunged deep inside her, stretching her to the limits of pleasure and pain. Each stroke was a declaration of his dominance, his desire for both women palpable in every inch of his body.
Hina's eyes widened with every impact, her nails digging into Adnan's broad shoulders. Her own breasts bounced in sync with his movements, the sight of which only fueled his lust further. She threw her head back, her moans echoing off the walls. The idea of sharing him with Nageena had unlocked something primal within her, a need to satisfy him beyond what she had ever imagined.
"Fuck me, Adnan," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Your cock feels so good."
Adnan groaned in response, his eyes never leaving Hina's face. He loved watching her come undone beneath him, especially when he knew his size was pushing her to new heights of pleasure. He reached down and grabbed her hips, angling her so that he could drive even deeper. With one powerful thrust, he slammed his entire 9-inch length into her tight pussy, her scream of pleasure mixing with pain.
Hina's legs tightened around his waist, her nails digging into his flesh as she adjusted to the new depth. Her eyes watered, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned into the sensation, her body beginning to move with his rhythm. The thought of Nageena watching them, perhaps even joining in, added a thrill she hadn't expected.
"Oh, Adnan," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I've never felt so full."
Her words were barely out before he pulled out with a wet pop and spun her around to face the dresser mirror. He bent her over, her breasts pressing against the cool wood, and she watched as he positioned his cock at her entrance again. With a wicked smirk, he pushed back in, this time with a slow, deliberate stroke that made her whine with pleasure.
The sound of their skin slapping together grew louder as he picked up the pace, and Hina couldn't help but admire the reflection of her own face, twisted with passion and need. Adnan's strong hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging in as he pounded into her. Each thrust was a declaration of his desire, and she found herself getting lost in the intensity of their lovemaking.
Hina's moans grew in volume and frequency, filling the small space. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure deep in her belly. Her breasts bobbed with every impact, the sight of which only seemed to excite Adnan more. He reached around, his thumb finding her clit and flicking it mercilessly as he fucked her.
The sound of their passionate coupling grew even louder, Hina's cries of ecstasy resonating through the walls. Her knees began to tremble, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. But Adnan held her firmly in place, his thrusts growing more urgent. "Come for me, baby," he grunted, his voice strained with his own approaching climax.
With a final, powerful thrust, Hina's body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she screamed her release. Her juices coated him, her orgasm so intense that she felt light-headed. Adnan followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed. They remained there for a moment, both of them panting, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and desire.
Adnan finally pulled out, his cock glistening in the moonlight. He collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving. Hina straightened up, her legs wobbly from the exertion. She felt a sense of victory, knowing she had satisfied him in a way that Nageena never could. But the night wasn't over. Adnan had two more times in him, and she was determined to make each one count.
As Adnan settled into bed beside her, his eyes were drawn to the deep neckline of her lingerie. "Is your penis rock hard because of Nageena's cleavage?" she asked playfully, her voice a sultry whisper in the darkened room. She watched his reaction closely, gauging his interest.
Adnan's eyes snapped up to meet hers, a hint of surprise in his gaze. "What makes you say that?" he responded, his voice a mix of amusement and curiosity.
"Just an observation," Hina said with a knowing smile. She reached out, her hand lightly tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric of his boxers. "It's okay, I understand. Nageena's breasts are...distracting."
Adnan's eyes widened as Hina's words hung in the air, and she felt his body tense against her touch. "But," she continued, her voice dropping even lower, "you know what they say, 'variety is the spice of life.' And I've been thinking, maybe we could...spice things up a bit."
Her hand slid down to cup him firmly, and she began to stroke him through the fabric. His breathing grew ragged as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "What if," she whispered, "you had both of us at the same time?"
Adnan's eyes grew dark with lust, his hand covering hers, squeezing harder. "Both of you?" he breathed, his imagination already racing with the tantalizing image of Hina and Nageena writhing together beneath him.
Adnan's hand stopped moving, his eyes searching hers in the moonlight. "Are you serious?"
Hina nodded, her heart racing. "I want to make you happy," she murmured, her voice filled with both hope and trepidation. "And if this is what it takes..."
Adnan's hand paused for a brief moment, the gravity of her suggestion sinking in. Then, with a growl of approval, he rolled on top of her, his large frame pinning her to the mattress. He ripped her nightie open, exposing her full, round breasts to the cool air. His hand found her cunt, already wet with anticipation. With one swift movement, he pushed aside her lacy underwear and plunged his fingers inside her. Hina gasped, her body arching off the bed.
He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and desire. "I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He pulled out his cock, thick and hard, and lined it up with her pussy. In one swift, powerful stroke, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate his impressive length.
Hina's eyes rolled back in her head, a scream of pleasure tearing from her throat. Her nails dug into the sheets as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that she hadn't felt in a long time. His hips slapped against her thighs, each stroke pushing her closer to the edge. The sound of their skin meeting filled the room, punctuated by her gasps and moans.
Adnan's eyes never left hers, his pupils dilated with lust. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "I'd love to see those big tits bouncing together," he murmured, his own desire for the maid's body clear in his words.
With a sudden surge of strength, Adnan lifted Hina off the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her over to the dresser, the wooden drawers rattling with each pounding thrust. His cock plunged deep inside her, stretching her to the limits of pleasure and pain. Each stroke was a declaration of his dominance, his desire for both women palpable in every inch of his body.
Hina's eyes widened with every impact, her nails digging into Adnan's broad shoulders. Her own breasts bounced in sync with his movements, the sight of which only fueled his lust further. She threw her head back, her moans echoing off the walls. The idea of sharing him with Nageena had unlocked something primal within her, a need to satisfy him beyond what she had ever imagined.
"Fuck me, Adnan," she panted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Your cock feels so good."
Adnan groaned in response, his eyes never leaving Hina's face. He loved watching her come undone beneath him, especially when he knew his size was pushing her to new heights of pleasure. He reached down and grabbed her hips, angling her so that he could drive even deeper. With one powerful thrust, he slammed his entire 9-inch length into her tight pussy, her scream of pleasure mixing with pain.
Hina's legs tightened around his waist, her nails digging into his flesh as she adjusted to the new depth. Her eyes watered, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned into the sensation, her body beginning to move with his rhythm. The thought of Nageena watching them, perhaps even joining in, added a thrill she hadn't expected.
"Oh, Adnan," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "I've never felt so full."
Her words were barely out before he pulled out with a wet pop and spun her around to face the dresser mirror. He bent her over, her breasts pressing against the cool wood, and she watched as he positioned his cock at her entrance again. With a wicked smirk, he pushed back in, this time with a slow, deliberate stroke that made her whine with pleasure.
The sound of their skin slapping together grew louder as he picked up the pace, and Hina couldn't help but admire the reflection of her own face, twisted with passion and need. Adnan's strong hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging in as he pounded into her. Each thrust was a declaration of his desire, and she found herself getting lost in the intensity of their lovemaking.
Hina's moans grew in volume and frequency, filling the small space. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure deep in her belly. Her breasts bobbed with every impact, the sight of which only seemed to excite Adnan more. He reached around, his thumb finding her clit and flicking it mercilessly as he fucked her.
The sound of their passionate coupling grew even louder, Hina's cries of ecstasy resonating through the walls. Her knees began to tremble, her legs threatening to give out beneath her. But Adnan held her firmly in place, his thrusts growing more urgent. "Come for me, baby," he grunted, his voice strained with his own approaching climax.
With a final, powerful thrust, Hina's body convulsed, her pussy clamping down around his cock as she screamed her release. Her juices coated him, her orgasm so intense that she felt light-headed. Adnan followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed. They remained there for a moment, both of them panting, their bodies entwined in a mess of sweat and desire.
Adnan finally pulled out, his cock glistening in the moonlight. He collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving. Hina straightened up, her legs wobbly from the exertion. She felt a sense of victory, knowing she had satisfied him in a way that Nageena never could. But the night wasn't over. Adnan had two more times in him, and she was determined to make each one count.
The next morning, Hina woke up with a sense of satisfaction that was quickly overshadowed by the dull ache between her legs. As she swung them over the side of the bed, she winced at the tenderness. The sheets were sticky with their combined juices, a testament to their passionate night. She forced herself to stand, her pussy feeling swollen and sore. Each step she took towards the kitchen was a delicate dance, her muscles protesting with every movement.
When she entered the kitchen, she was met with the tantalizing aroma of frying eggs and toast. Nageena, dressed in a simple cotton salwar kameez that clung to her figure, was busy at the stove. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a bun, showcasing her elegant neck. The sight of her stirred a different kind of hunger in Adnan, one that had been building since the moment he laid eyes on her. Hina took a deep breath, pushing aside the twinge of jealousy that stabbed at her heart.
Nageena looked over her shoulder and offered a warm smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Good morning, madam," she said sweetly. "You look like you had quite a night. Why don't you sit and let me serve you breakfast?"
Hina felt a flush rise in her cheeks, but she nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Her eyes couldn't help but stray to Nageena's firm, round ass as she moved around the kitchen, her hips swaying gently. Nageena had noticed her gaze and took it as a silent nod of approval for the previous night's events. She winked at Hina, adding an extra flirtatious sway to her step.
"Your husband had quite the appetite last night," Nageena said, her voice dripping with innuendo. She placed a plate of steaming food in front of Hina. "I hope you don't mind if I indulge in a bit of that...energy today."
Hina's heart skipped a beat, unsure how to respond. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "As long as you keep it to yourself," she managed, her voice wavering slightly.
Nageena chuckled, setting a cup of tea before Hina with a gentle smile. "Madam, you don't have to worry. I'm quite the discreet one."
The tension in the room was palpable, but Hina couldn't ignore the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of Adnan's desire for Nageena. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had the power to give him what he wanted while also maintaining control.
"What do you have in mind?" Hina asked, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.
Nageena's smile grew sly. "Just a little something to keep the spark alive," she replied, her eyes flicking down to Hina's chest. "I've noticed how he looks at you, and I think I know just how to make sure his eyes are on you."
With that, she turned back to the stove, giving Hina a moment to process her words. The maid's intent was clear; she was willing to play along with Hina's plan. The thought of Nageena working to drive Adnan wild for her was surprisingly thrilling.
As Hina took a tentative sip of her tea, she couldn't help but recall the previous night's passionate encounter. The way Adnan had taken her with such force, his desire for Nageena only heightening his own arousal, had been an unexpected turn-on. The pain she had felt was a stark reminder of how much she had missed the intensity of their early days together.
"Madam, I couldn't help but hear the...noises coming from your room last night," Nageena began, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "After four years of marriage, I'm surprised you're still so vocal."
Hina took a deep breath, her cheeks coloring slightly. She had never been one to shy away from her sexuality, but discussing it with the maid was a new experience. "Adnan has always had a way of bringing it out of me," she said with a coy smile. "But last night was...special."
Nageena raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?"
"Yes," Hina said with a knowing smile, "his cock is... rather substantial." She took a bite of her toast, watching as the maid's cheeks flushed with interest. "Nine inches of pure pleasure," she added with a wink.
Nageena's eyes grew wide with disbelief, and she let out a low whistle. "Madam, that's..." she trailed off, searching for the right word. "Impressive," she finally settled on, her eyes lingering on Hina's breasts, which seemed to have swelled with pride at the revelation.
"Indeed it is," Hina said with a smug smile, taking another sip of her tea. "But it's not just the size. It's the way he uses it, the way he makes me feel." She paused, her gaze drifting to the floor. "But I know you've caught him looking at you, Nageena. I've seen the way he ogles your breasts when he thinks no one's watching."
Last night he fucked me 3 times after having sight of your deep cleavage. I love my husband and he wants you in bed.
Nageena's eyes widened, her heart racing at the suggestion. She had long ago resigned herself to the occasional furtive glances from Adnan, but to be the center of such a bold proposition was something she had never anticipated.
"Madam," she began, her voice a mix of shock and excitement, "I... I do find your husband quite handsome. But..."
Hina leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "But what, Nageena?" she prodded. "Don't be shy. I know you've noticed him. And I know you've wondered what it would be like to have him all to yourself."
Nageena's cheeks burned as she nodded shyly. "Yes, Madam," she admitted. "I... I do like Adnan Sahib."
Hina's smile grew wider. "Good," she purred. "Because I have a little task for you today, Nageena." She leaned back in her chair, her own breasts pushing against the fabric of her nightie. "I want you to wear something...revealing." She paused, her gaze dropping to the maid's chest. "I want him to see what he's missing when he looks at you."
Nageena's heart raced as she nodded. "Yes, Madam." She had always felt a pull towards Adnan, a magnetic attraction she had never dared to act on. Now, it seemed she had been handed the perfect opportunity to indulge in her desires.
"Good," Hina said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Today, you will wear something that will drive him wild with desire." She stood, her body aching deliciously from the previous night's activities. "I want you to wear that low-cut blouse I gave you last month, the one that shows off your lovely cleavage. And that short skirt that makes your legs look like they go on for miles."
Nageena's eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. She had been saving that particular outfit for a special occasion, but this was more than she could have ever hoped for. She hurried to her room, her mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come. As she slipped into the tight blouse, her breasts spilling out of the neckline, she felt a thrill of excitement. The skirt was even shorter than she remembered, and she knew that with every bend and turn she made, she would be offering Adnan a glimpse of her firm, round ass.
Hina waited impatiently, her own arousal building at the thought of what was to come. When Nageena finally emerged from the bedroom, she couldn't help but let out a low whistle. The maid looked absolutely stunning, her beauty and sexuality on full display. "Perfect," Hina murmured, her eyes raking over Nageena's body.
Nageena's cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of nervousness as she approached the table. The tight blouse she wore showcased her ample cleavage, the fabric straining with every breath she took. Her skirt was indeed short, revealing just enough of her smooth, caramel-colored thighs to leave Hina and Adnan eager for more.
Hina's eyes lit up at the sight of her handiwork, her plan coming to fruition. She grabbed her phone from the counter and opened the camera app. "Let's take a selfie," she said with a mischievous grin, gesturing for Nageena to lean in.
The maid's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned closer, her breasts pressing against Hina's. The camera captured their reflection in the dresser mirror, showing off the tantalizing view of Nageena's deep cleavage and Hina's own half-bare breasts. Hina's hand slid around Nageena's waist, her thumb idly stroking the soft, exposed skin just above the waistband of her skirt.
With a wicked smile, she snapped the photo, the flash illuminating their faces for a brief moment. Nageena's eyes were wide, a mix of excitement and fear, while Hina's held a smoldering intensity that made it clear she was in charge.
Hina took a moment to admire the image on her screen, her pulse quickening at the sight of their bodies entwined. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the photo to Adnan on WhatsApp, along with a simple message: "Good morning, darling. I hope this starts your day off right."
Her phone buzzed almost immediately, and she couldn't resist the urge to check his response. The picture that appeared on her screen was even more provocative than she had anticipated; a selfie of Adnan in the bathroom, his boxers tented with a very obvious erection. The sight of it made her own pussy throb, remembering the feel of him from the night before. The message attached read, "I see what you mean by 'spicing things up'. You've outdone yourself, my love."
Hina couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. She knew that seeing Nageena dressed to seduce would push him over the edge. She sent him a quick text, "Just wait until you see her in person," along with a winking emoji.
When she entered the kitchen, she was met with the tantalizing aroma of frying eggs and toast. Nageena, dressed in a simple cotton salwar kameez that clung to her figure, was busy at the stove. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a bun, showcasing her elegant neck. The sight of her stirred a different kind of hunger in Adnan, one that had been building since the moment he laid eyes on her. Hina took a deep breath, pushing aside the twinge of jealousy that stabbed at her heart.
Nageena looked over her shoulder and offered a warm smile, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Good morning, madam," she said sweetly. "You look like you had quite a night. Why don't you sit and let me serve you breakfast?"
Hina felt a flush rise in her cheeks, but she nodded, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Her eyes couldn't help but stray to Nageena's firm, round ass as she moved around the kitchen, her hips swaying gently. Nageena had noticed her gaze and took it as a silent nod of approval for the previous night's events. She winked at Hina, adding an extra flirtatious sway to her step.
"Your husband had quite the appetite last night," Nageena said, her voice dripping with innuendo. She placed a plate of steaming food in front of Hina. "I hope you don't mind if I indulge in a bit of that...energy today."
Hina's heart skipped a beat, unsure how to respond. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "As long as you keep it to yourself," she managed, her voice wavering slightly.
Nageena chuckled, setting a cup of tea before Hina with a gentle smile. "Madam, you don't have to worry. I'm quite the discreet one."
The tension in the room was palpable, but Hina couldn't ignore the thrill that coursed through her at the thought of Adnan's desire for Nageena. It was a heady feeling, knowing she had the power to give him what he wanted while also maintaining control.
"What do you have in mind?" Hina asked, her voice steady despite the racing of her heart.
Nageena's smile grew sly. "Just a little something to keep the spark alive," she replied, her eyes flicking down to Hina's chest. "I've noticed how he looks at you, and I think I know just how to make sure his eyes are on you."
With that, she turned back to the stove, giving Hina a moment to process her words. The maid's intent was clear; she was willing to play along with Hina's plan. The thought of Nageena working to drive Adnan wild for her was surprisingly thrilling.
As Hina took a tentative sip of her tea, she couldn't help but recall the previous night's passionate encounter. The way Adnan had taken her with such force, his desire for Nageena only heightening his own arousal, had been an unexpected turn-on. The pain she had felt was a stark reminder of how much she had missed the intensity of their early days together.
"Madam, I couldn't help but hear the...noises coming from your room last night," Nageena began, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "After four years of marriage, I'm surprised you're still so vocal."
Hina took a deep breath, her cheeks coloring slightly. She had never been one to shy away from her sexuality, but discussing it with the maid was a new experience. "Adnan has always had a way of bringing it out of me," she said with a coy smile. "But last night was...special."
Nageena raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?"
"Yes," Hina said with a knowing smile, "his cock is... rather substantial." She took a bite of her toast, watching as the maid's cheeks flushed with interest. "Nine inches of pure pleasure," she added with a wink.
Nageena's eyes grew wide with disbelief, and she let out a low whistle. "Madam, that's..." she trailed off, searching for the right word. "Impressive," she finally settled on, her eyes lingering on Hina's breasts, which seemed to have swelled with pride at the revelation.
"Indeed it is," Hina said with a smug smile, taking another sip of her tea. "But it's not just the size. It's the way he uses it, the way he makes me feel." She paused, her gaze drifting to the floor. "But I know you've caught him looking at you, Nageena. I've seen the way he ogles your breasts when he thinks no one's watching."
Last night he fucked me 3 times after having sight of your deep cleavage. I love my husband and he wants you in bed.
Nageena's eyes widened, her heart racing at the suggestion. She had long ago resigned herself to the occasional furtive glances from Adnan, but to be the center of such a bold proposition was something she had never anticipated.
"Madam," she began, her voice a mix of shock and excitement, "I... I do find your husband quite handsome. But..."
Hina leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "But what, Nageena?" she prodded. "Don't be shy. I know you've noticed him. And I know you've wondered what it would be like to have him all to yourself."
Nageena's cheeks burned as she nodded shyly. "Yes, Madam," she admitted. "I... I do like Adnan Sahib."
Hina's smile grew wider. "Good," she purred. "Because I have a little task for you today, Nageena." She leaned back in her chair, her own breasts pushing against the fabric of her nightie. "I want you to wear something...revealing." She paused, her gaze dropping to the maid's chest. "I want him to see what he's missing when he looks at you."
Nageena's heart raced as she nodded. "Yes, Madam." She had always felt a pull towards Adnan, a magnetic attraction she had never dared to act on. Now, it seemed she had been handed the perfect opportunity to indulge in her desires.
"Good," Hina said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Today, you will wear something that will drive him wild with desire." She stood, her body aching deliciously from the previous night's activities. "I want you to wear that low-cut blouse I gave you last month, the one that shows off your lovely cleavage. And that short skirt that makes your legs look like they go on for miles."
Nageena's eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly. She had been saving that particular outfit for a special occasion, but this was more than she could have ever hoped for. She hurried to her room, her mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come. As she slipped into the tight blouse, her breasts spilling out of the neckline, she felt a thrill of excitement. The skirt was even shorter than she remembered, and she knew that with every bend and turn she made, she would be offering Adnan a glimpse of her firm, round ass.
Hina waited impatiently, her own arousal building at the thought of what was to come. When Nageena finally emerged from the bedroom, she couldn't help but let out a low whistle. The maid looked absolutely stunning, her beauty and sexuality on full display. "Perfect," Hina murmured, her eyes raking over Nageena's body.
Nageena's cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of nervousness as she approached the table. The tight blouse she wore showcased her ample cleavage, the fabric straining with every breath she took. Her skirt was indeed short, revealing just enough of her smooth, caramel-colored thighs to leave Hina and Adnan eager for more.
Hina's eyes lit up at the sight of her handiwork, her plan coming to fruition. She grabbed her phone from the counter and opened the camera app. "Let's take a selfie," she said with a mischievous grin, gesturing for Nageena to lean in.
The maid's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned closer, her breasts pressing against Hina's. The camera captured their reflection in the dresser mirror, showing off the tantalizing view of Nageena's deep cleavage and Hina's own half-bare breasts. Hina's hand slid around Nageena's waist, her thumb idly stroking the soft, exposed skin just above the waistband of her skirt.
With a wicked smile, she snapped the photo, the flash illuminating their faces for a brief moment. Nageena's eyes were wide, a mix of excitement and fear, while Hina's held a smoldering intensity that made it clear she was in charge.
Hina took a moment to admire the image on her screen, her pulse quickening at the sight of their bodies entwined. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the photo to Adnan on WhatsApp, along with a simple message: "Good morning, darling. I hope this starts your day off right."
Her phone buzzed almost immediately, and she couldn't resist the urge to check his response. The picture that appeared on her screen was even more provocative than she had anticipated; a selfie of Adnan in the bathroom, his boxers tented with a very obvious erection. The sight of it made her own pussy throb, remembering the feel of him from the night before. The message attached read, "I see what you mean by 'spicing things up'. You've outdone yourself, my love."
Hina couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm. She knew that seeing Nageena dressed to seduce would push him over the edge. She sent him a quick text, "Just wait until you see her in person," along with a winking emoji.
Adnan's office day was as usual, a blend of stress and monotony. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the windows of his high-rise office, hinting at the end of another tedious day. He was eager to get home to his loving wife, Hina. Little did he know, she had a surprise in store for him.
When he arrived, the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the apartment. He hung his coat and tie in the closet, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease a little. "Hina, I'm home," he called out, his voice echoing in the hallway.
The door to the master bathroom cracked open and Adnan stepped in, ready to wash away the day's grime. The shower was already running, steam curling around the room, obscuring the large mirror on the wall. He peeled off his shirt and trousers, tossing them into the laundry basket. As he approached the shower, the door to the bathroom swung wider, and Hina's silhouette appeared, a towel in hand. "Let me help you with that," she purred, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
But it wasn't Hina's hand that offered the towel. From behind her emerged Nageena, the new maid, her eyes cast down shyly. Adnan took the towel, his heart skipping a beat as he caught a fleeting glimpse of something he wasn't supposed to see. Nageena's hand trembled slightly as she held out the towel, her gaze never meeting his. She was young, petite, and her modesty was almost tangible in the air. Adnan felt a sudden, unexpected rush of arousal, his thoughts racing.
"Thank you, Nageena," he managed, his voice gruff with surprise. He wrapped the towel around his waist, his eyes lingering on her. She was dressed in a simple salwar kameez that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her youthful beauty. He had noticed her before, of course, but in the light of this moment, she seemed to glow. She handed him the towel with a silent nod, her eyes never leaving the floor.
As Adnan dried himself off, he couldn't help but steal glances at Nageena. Her eyes remained cast down, but he could see the blush spreading across her cheeks. The curve of her neck, the way she bit her bottom lip—it was all too enticing. Hina watched from the side, her gaze sharp and calculating. She knew the effect she had on people, and she was using it to her advantage.
Mustering all his courage, Adnan stepped closer to Nageena. "You look...beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Nageena's eyes widened, and she took a step back, clutching the towel closer to her. "I-I mean, you always look nice," he quickly corrected, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him. But Hina was already there, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
"Why don't we all get ready for dinner?" she suggested, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Nageena, go put on something a bit more...comfortable." She winked at Adnan, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Nageena fled the room, her heart racing. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she was in over her head. She had never been the subject of a man's desirous gaze before, and certainly not her employer's. She searched her limited wardrobe for something that would please Hina without crossing any lines. Finally, she settled on a fitted red dress that was a size too small, revealing her figure more than she liked. But she had a feeling it was exactly what Hina had in mind.
When she emerged from the bedroom, Hina's eyes lit up with satisfaction. "Perfect," she murmured. "You look absolutely stunning, Nageena." Adnan's eyes followed Nageena, his pupils dilating as he took in her transformed appearance. He couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Yes, you do," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Nageena felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this wasn't right, but she also knew that she couldn't resist the power that Hina wielded. She smoothed down her dress, feeling the fabric cling to her skin. "Thank you, madam," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Hina stepped closer, her own attire a stark contrast to Nageena's—a sheer, black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. She traced a finger along Nageena's jawline, her touch electric. "You really do clean up nicely," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But we're not quite done yet."
With a flick of her wrist, Hina produced a pair of high-heeled sandals that matched the dress perfectly. "Put these on," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. Nageena's hands trembled as she slipped her feet into them, her balance precarious on the unfamiliar heels. She felt vulnerable, like a deer caught in the headlights, but she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins.
Adnan's gaze raked over Nageena's body, his eyes lingering on the way the red dress hugged her curves. She looked nothing like the shy maid he had hired. The sight of her in such an alluring outfit was intoxicating, and he found it hard to believe she was real. "You...you look so different," he stuttered, his thoughts racing with a mix of desire and guilt.
Hina's eyes gleamed as she turned to Adnan, her hand slipping down to caress his chest. "You've always had a thing for figures like hers," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "It's alright, darling. You don't have to hide it anymore."
Adnan couldn't tear his eyes away from Nageena. She looked so...available, so tempting in that tight red dress. Hina had always known his tastes, and it was as if she had tailored this situation just for him. His breath hitched as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Look, Adnan," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Look at her boobs. They're just begging to be touched."
He obeyed, his gaze dropping to Nageena's chest. The dress was cut low, showcasing her full, firm breasts that strained against the fabric. He could see the outline of her nipples, hardened into points that begged for attention. His cock twitched in response, the towel around his waist growing tighter.
"And her ass," Hina continued, her hand tracing a line from Adnan's chest down to his crotch. "It's so...perfect. Just the right amount of plump to grab onto."
Adnan's eyes followed Hina's gaze to Nageena's backside. The dress clung to her like a second skin, highlighting the round, firm globes of her ass. He couldn't help but imagine his hands on her, pulling her closer, feeling her heat. The room grew thick with desire, the air charged with electricity.
"You can touch," Hina whispered, her hand moving to his. "It's okay. She wants it too."
With trembling fingers, Adnan reached out and gently cupped one of Nageena's breasts. She gasped, her eyes flying up to meet his. They were filled with a mix of shock and longing. He squeezed gently, feeling her nipple harden further beneath his touch.
"See?" Hina's voice was a smug whisper. "She's just as eager as you are."
Nageena's cheeks flamed red, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her body betraying her own desires. Adnan's other hand found its way to her waist, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above her hip.
"Now, darling," Hina said, her voice a smooth caress. "Why don't you show us what you really want?" She stepped back, leaving Adnan and Nageena alone in the steamy bathroom.
The tension was palpable as Adnan's hand traveled lower, his fingers slipping under the hem of Nageena's dress. She trembled as he reached the top of her thigh, the fabric of her panties already damp with arousal. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch.
"I...I shouldn't," Nageena whispered, but her protests were weak, her body speaking louder than her words.
"You don't have to," Adnan murmured, his voice filled with need. "But we all know you want to."
He hooked his thumb under her panties and pulled them down, revealing her bare ass. He squeezed her cheek, the soft flesh giving way under his firm grip. Nageena gasped, her eyes closing in a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
"Look at her," Hina urged, her own desire evident in her voice. "She's begging for it."
Adnan stepped closer, his cock now fully erect, pressing against the towel. He leaned in, his breath hot against Nageena's neck. "Do you want me?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.
Nageena nodded, unable to find the words. She felt trapped, but in the best possible way. The situation was wrong, but she couldn't fight the desire coursing through her body.
And with that nod, the dam broke. Adnan's towel fell to the floor, revealing his rock-hard cock. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind her, his tip nudging at her wet entrance. She gasped as he pushed inside, filling her up in one swift stroke.
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room as Adnan began to move, his hips pistoning into Nageena's tight, wet heat. He reached around, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and warmth. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, teasing and pinching them until they stood at attention, hard and sensitive. He leaned down, his mouth claiming one of her breasts, his teeth grazing the soft mound before he took the peak between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to leave a mark. Nageena's cry of surprise and pain was muffled by his hand that covered her mouth, stifling the sound.
Hina watched, her own arousal reaching new heights as she saw her husband's hands on Nageena's body. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch herself, her fingers tracing slow circles around her clit. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with desire. "You like watching her get fucked?"
Nageena's eyes widened as she felt Adnan's teeth on her skin again, this time on the other breast. He sucked hard, leaving a red mark that would surely be visible tomorrow. His tongue darted out, licking away the sting, and she couldn't help but moan, the sensation overwhelming. Hina stepped in front of them, her legs spread wide, her lingerie-covered pussy glistening with need. "Lick me," she ordered, her voice husky and demanding.
Adnan's eyes never left Nageena's as he knelt before Hina, his tongue darting out to trace the outline of her pussy. Hina gasped, her hand tangling in his hair as she pushed him closer. He lapped at her, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her sweetness. Nageena watched, her own pussy clenching around his cock as she felt the wetness build between her legs.
The sight of Adnan's mouth on Hina was too much for Nageena's already heightened senses. She felt her own orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every stroke of his cock, every flick of his tongue. Her body trembled, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.
But Adnan wasn't done. He pulled out of Nageena, turning her to face the wall. He positioned himself behind her again, his cock slick with her juices. He slammed into her, his hands leaving bruises on her hips as he held her in place. "Look at me," Hina demanded, her voice a whip crack. Nageena's eyes met hers in the mirror, her own reflection showing the picture of debauchery—mouth open in a silent scream, eyes glazed with passion.
Adnan's hand slipped down to her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Nageena's moans grew louder, bouncing off the tiles of the bathroom. She couldn't believe this was happening—that she was being used like this by the couple she worked for. But the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming, to allow for any thought of escape. She felt Adnan's cock swell within her, his grip on her hips tightening. He was close.
With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and spun her around. She stumbled in her heels, but before she could fall, Adnan's hands were on her breasts, pushing them together. "Look what we have here," Hina said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "A perfect little treat for my husband."
Adnan didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned his cock between Nageena's breasts, the head brushing her chin. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He began to pump his hips, her breasts bouncing around his shaft as he fucked them. Nageena could feel the heat of his gaze, the hunger in it. It made her feel powerful, in control despite her position. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip of his cock.
Hina watched with rapt attention, her own hand slipping beneath her lingerie. She stroked her clit in time with Adnan's thrusts, her hips rocking in sync with his movements. She was close, so close, and she knew exactly what would push her over the edge. "Come here," she ordered, her voice a breathless pant. "I need you to taste me."
Nageena looked up at Hina, her eyes glazed with lust and confusion. Hina stepped closer, straddling Nageena's face. Her pussy was just out of reach, teasing her, making her want it more. Adnan's hand was in her hair now, guiding her down until her nose was buried in the soft, damp curls of his wife's sex.
Nageena took a tentative lick, the taste of Hina's arousal hitting her like a drug. It was sweet and tangy, and she found herself craving more. Adnan's grip tightened, pushing her closer as Hina began to rock her hips, grinding against Nageena's face. She could feel the woman's wetness coating her cheeks, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Adnan's strokes grew more erratic as he watched his wife's face of pure pleasure. He couldn't hold back much longer, and he knew Hina was close too. He pulled out of Nageena's tight embrace, his cock glistening with her juices. "Open your mouth," he demanded, his voice hoarse with need. Nageena obeyed, and he slid back in, her tongue wrapping around his shaft. He groaned, his hand reaching down to play with her clit as he fucked her mouth with renewed vigor.
Hina's eyes never left Nageena's as she watched her husband claim the maid's mouth. She knew the power she held in that moment, the control she had over both of them. She leaned down, her own mouth closing around one of Nageena's breasts, sucking hard as she felt her climax building.
Adnan's breaths grew more ragged, his thrusts into Nageena's mouth becoming more frantic. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the heat growing until it was almost unbearable. Nageena's eyes watered, her jaw aching, but she never stopped moving, eager to please him.
Hina watched the scene unfold before her, her own hand working furiously between her legs. She leaned in closer, whispering in Nageena's ear. "Swallow it all," she instructed, her voice strained with her own approaching orgasm. "Every drop of him."
Adnan's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the release building. With a final, desperate groan, he came, spurting his hot, sticky cum into Nageena's mouth. She struggled to keep up, her cheeks bulging with the load as she desperately tried to swallow it all. Some of it dribbled down her chin, painting a trail of desire on her neck and chest.
Nageena's eyes watered as she took it all, her throat convulsing around his shaft as she tried to keep from gagging. Adnan's hand loosened in her hair, his grip turning into a gentle caress as his climax subsided. Hina watched, her own orgasm washing over her, her body convulsing as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out.
When Adnan finally pulled out, Nageena's knees gave out, and she would have collapsed to the floor if Hina hadn't caught her. "Good girl," Hina murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. She guided Nageena to the bed, her own legs unsteady with desire. Adnan followed, his cock still hard, still wanting.
On the bed, Nageena lay back, her chest heaving with exertion. She watched as Adnan climbed in beside her, his body slick with sweat. Hina positioned herself at the head of the bed, her own breasts heaving as she watched them with hooded eyes. "Now," she said, her voice a command. "Kiss him."
Nageena's heart hammered in her chest as she leaned closer to Adnan. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. This wasn't right, she knew that, but she couldn't fight the overwhelming need that Hina had ignited within her. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, tentatively at first, but then with more confidence as she felt his response. Adnan's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his tongue delving into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough.
The kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, as their bodies entwined on the soft bed. Nageena could feel Hina's eyes on them, watching, savoring every moment of their shared intimacy. Hina reached out, her hand gliding over Adnan's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles before moving lower. She reached down and stroked his cock, her touch feather-light, until it was fully hard again. Nageena felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation as she realized Hina had no intention of letting them rest.
Adnan's hand found Nageena's thigh, his thumb brushing against her damp skin. He pushed her legs apart, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid a finger into her slick pussy. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back as he began to explore her depths. Hina watched, her own hand moving to her own clit, her breathing growing more ragged as she watched her husband with the maid she had seduced.
When he arrived, the aroma of freshly cooked food filled the apartment. He hung his coat and tie in the closet, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease a little. "Hina, I'm home," he called out, his voice echoing in the hallway.
The door to the master bathroom cracked open and Adnan stepped in, ready to wash away the day's grime. The shower was already running, steam curling around the room, obscuring the large mirror on the wall. He peeled off his shirt and trousers, tossing them into the laundry basket. As he approached the shower, the door to the bathroom swung wider, and Hina's silhouette appeared, a towel in hand. "Let me help you with that," she purred, her eyes gleaming mischievously.
But it wasn't Hina's hand that offered the towel. From behind her emerged Nageena, the new maid, her eyes cast down shyly. Adnan took the towel, his heart skipping a beat as he caught a fleeting glimpse of something he wasn't supposed to see. Nageena's hand trembled slightly as she held out the towel, her gaze never meeting his. She was young, petite, and her modesty was almost tangible in the air. Adnan felt a sudden, unexpected rush of arousal, his thoughts racing.
"Thank you, Nageena," he managed, his voice gruff with surprise. He wrapped the towel around his waist, his eyes lingering on her. She was dressed in a simple salwar kameez that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her youthful beauty. He had noticed her before, of course, but in the light of this moment, she seemed to glow. She handed him the towel with a silent nod, her eyes never leaving the floor.
As Adnan dried himself off, he couldn't help but steal glances at Nageena. Her eyes remained cast down, but he could see the blush spreading across her cheeks. The curve of her neck, the way she bit her bottom lip—it was all too enticing. Hina watched from the side, her gaze sharp and calculating. She knew the effect she had on people, and she was using it to her advantage.
Mustering all his courage, Adnan stepped closer to Nageena. "You look...beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Nageena's eyes widened, and she took a step back, clutching the towel closer to her. "I-I mean, you always look nice," he quickly corrected, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him. But Hina was already there, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
"Why don't we all get ready for dinner?" she suggested, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Nageena, go put on something a bit more...comfortable." She winked at Adnan, her voice dripping with innuendo.
Nageena fled the room, her heart racing. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she was in over her head. She had never been the subject of a man's desirous gaze before, and certainly not her employer's. She searched her limited wardrobe for something that would please Hina without crossing any lines. Finally, she settled on a fitted red dress that was a size too small, revealing her figure more than she liked. But she had a feeling it was exactly what Hina had in mind.
When she emerged from the bedroom, Hina's eyes lit up with satisfaction. "Perfect," she murmured. "You look absolutely stunning, Nageena." Adnan's eyes followed Nageena, his pupils dilating as he took in her transformed appearance. He couldn't help but nod in agreement. "Yes, you do," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Nageena felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this wasn't right, but she also knew that she couldn't resist the power that Hina wielded. She smoothed down her dress, feeling the fabric cling to her skin. "Thank you, madam," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Hina stepped closer, her own attire a stark contrast to Nageena's—a sheer, black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. She traced a finger along Nageena's jawline, her touch electric. "You really do clean up nicely," she said, her voice low and seductive. "But we're not quite done yet."
With a flick of her wrist, Hina produced a pair of high-heeled sandals that matched the dress perfectly. "Put these on," she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. Nageena's hands trembled as she slipped her feet into them, her balance precarious on the unfamiliar heels. She felt vulnerable, like a deer caught in the headlights, but she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins.
Adnan's gaze raked over Nageena's body, his eyes lingering on the way the red dress hugged her curves. She looked nothing like the shy maid he had hired. The sight of her in such an alluring outfit was intoxicating, and he found it hard to believe she was real. "You...you look so different," he stuttered, his thoughts racing with a mix of desire and guilt.
Hina's eyes gleamed as she turned to Adnan, her hand slipping down to caress his chest. "You've always had a thing for figures like hers," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "It's alright, darling. You don't have to hide it anymore."
Adnan couldn't tear his eyes away from Nageena. She looked so...available, so tempting in that tight red dress. Hina had always known his tastes, and it was as if she had tailored this situation just for him. His breath hitched as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Look, Adnan," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "Look at her boobs. They're just begging to be touched."
He obeyed, his gaze dropping to Nageena's chest. The dress was cut low, showcasing her full, firm breasts that strained against the fabric. He could see the outline of her nipples, hardened into points that begged for attention. His cock twitched in response, the towel around his waist growing tighter.
"And her ass," Hina continued, her hand tracing a line from Adnan's chest down to his crotch. "It's so...perfect. Just the right amount of plump to grab onto."
Adnan's eyes followed Hina's gaze to Nageena's backside. The dress clung to her like a second skin, highlighting the round, firm globes of her ass. He couldn't help but imagine his hands on her, pulling her closer, feeling her heat. The room grew thick with desire, the air charged with electricity.
"You can touch," Hina whispered, her hand moving to his. "It's okay. She wants it too."
With trembling fingers, Adnan reached out and gently cupped one of Nageena's breasts. She gasped, her eyes flying up to meet his. They were filled with a mix of shock and longing. He squeezed gently, feeling her nipple harden further beneath his touch.
"See?" Hina's voice was a smug whisper. "She's just as eager as you are."
Nageena's cheeks flamed red, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her body betraying her own desires. Adnan's other hand found its way to her waist, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin just above her hip.
"Now, darling," Hina said, her voice a smooth caress. "Why don't you show us what you really want?" She stepped back, leaving Adnan and Nageena alone in the steamy bathroom.
The tension was palpable as Adnan's hand traveled lower, his fingers slipping under the hem of Nageena's dress. She trembled as he reached the top of her thigh, the fabric of her panties already damp with arousal. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch.
"I...I shouldn't," Nageena whispered, but her protests were weak, her body speaking louder than her words.
"You don't have to," Adnan murmured, his voice filled with need. "But we all know you want to."
He hooked his thumb under her panties and pulled them down, revealing her bare ass. He squeezed her cheek, the soft flesh giving way under his firm grip. Nageena gasped, her eyes closing in a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.
"Look at her," Hina urged, her own desire evident in her voice. "She's begging for it."
Adnan stepped closer, his cock now fully erect, pressing against the towel. He leaned in, his breath hot against Nageena's neck. "Do you want me?" he asked, his voice a gruff whisper.
Nageena nodded, unable to find the words. She felt trapped, but in the best possible way. The situation was wrong, but she couldn't fight the desire coursing through her body.
And with that nod, the dam broke. Adnan's towel fell to the floor, revealing his rock-hard cock. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind her, his tip nudging at her wet entrance. She gasped as he pushed inside, filling her up in one swift stroke.
The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room as Adnan began to move, his hips pistoning into Nageena's tight, wet heat. He reached around, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and warmth. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, teasing and pinching them until they stood at attention, hard and sensitive. He leaned down, his mouth claiming one of her breasts, his teeth grazing the soft mound before he took the peak between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to leave a mark. Nageena's cry of surprise and pain was muffled by his hand that covered her mouth, stifling the sound.
Hina watched, her own arousal reaching new heights as she saw her husband's hands on Nageena's body. She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch herself, her fingers tracing slow circles around her clit. "You like that, don't you?" she taunted, her voice dripping with desire. "You like watching her get fucked?"
Nageena's eyes widened as she felt Adnan's teeth on her skin again, this time on the other breast. He sucked hard, leaving a red mark that would surely be visible tomorrow. His tongue darted out, licking away the sting, and she couldn't help but moan, the sensation overwhelming. Hina stepped in front of them, her legs spread wide, her lingerie-covered pussy glistening with need. "Lick me," she ordered, her voice husky and demanding.
Adnan's eyes never left Nageena's as he knelt before Hina, his tongue darting out to trace the outline of her pussy. Hina gasped, her hand tangling in his hair as she pushed him closer. He lapped at her, his tongue delving into her folds, tasting her sweetness. Nageena watched, her own pussy clenching around his cock as she felt the wetness build between her legs.
The sight of Adnan's mouth on Hina was too much for Nageena's already heightened senses. She felt her own orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every stroke of his cock, every flick of his tongue. Her body trembled, her legs threatening to give out beneath her.
But Adnan wasn't done. He pulled out of Nageena, turning her to face the wall. He positioned himself behind her again, his cock slick with her juices. He slammed into her, his hands leaving bruises on her hips as he held her in place. "Look at me," Hina demanded, her voice a whip crack. Nageena's eyes met hers in the mirror, her own reflection showing the picture of debauchery—mouth open in a silent scream, eyes glazed with passion.
Adnan's hand slipped down to her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Nageena's moans grew louder, bouncing off the tiles of the bathroom. She couldn't believe this was happening—that she was being used like this by the couple she worked for. But the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming, to allow for any thought of escape. She felt Adnan's cock swell within her, his grip on her hips tightening. He was close.
With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and spun her around. She stumbled in her heels, but before she could fall, Adnan's hands were on her breasts, pushing them together. "Look what we have here," Hina said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "A perfect little treat for my husband."
Adnan didn't need any further encouragement. He positioned his cock between Nageena's breasts, the head brushing her chin. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He began to pump his hips, her breasts bouncing around his shaft as he fucked them. Nageena could feel the heat of his gaze, the hunger in it. It made her feel powerful, in control despite her position. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip of his cock.
Hina watched with rapt attention, her own hand slipping beneath her lingerie. She stroked her clit in time with Adnan's thrusts, her hips rocking in sync with his movements. She was close, so close, and she knew exactly what would push her over the edge. "Come here," she ordered, her voice a breathless pant. "I need you to taste me."
Nageena looked up at Hina, her eyes glazed with lust and confusion. Hina stepped closer, straddling Nageena's face. Her pussy was just out of reach, teasing her, making her want it more. Adnan's hand was in her hair now, guiding her down until her nose was buried in the soft, damp curls of his wife's sex.
Nageena took a tentative lick, the taste of Hina's arousal hitting her like a drug. It was sweet and tangy, and she found herself craving more. Adnan's grip tightened, pushing her closer as Hina began to rock her hips, grinding against Nageena's face. She could feel the woman's wetness coating her cheeks, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Adnan's strokes grew more erratic as he watched his wife's face of pure pleasure. He couldn't hold back much longer, and he knew Hina was close too. He pulled out of Nageena's tight embrace, his cock glistening with her juices. "Open your mouth," he demanded, his voice hoarse with need. Nageena obeyed, and he slid back in, her tongue wrapping around his shaft. He groaned, his hand reaching down to play with her clit as he fucked her mouth with renewed vigor.
Hina's eyes never left Nageena's as she watched her husband claim the maid's mouth. She knew the power she held in that moment, the control she had over both of them. She leaned down, her own mouth closing around one of Nageena's breasts, sucking hard as she felt her climax building.
Adnan's breaths grew more ragged, his thrusts into Nageena's mouth becoming more frantic. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the heat growing until it was almost unbearable. Nageena's eyes watered, her jaw aching, but she never stopped moving, eager to please him.
Hina watched the scene unfold before her, her own hand working furiously between her legs. She leaned in closer, whispering in Nageena's ear. "Swallow it all," she instructed, her voice strained with her own approaching orgasm. "Every drop of him."
Adnan's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the release building. With a final, desperate groan, he came, spurting his hot, sticky cum into Nageena's mouth. She struggled to keep up, her cheeks bulging with the load as she desperately tried to swallow it all. Some of it dribbled down her chin, painting a trail of desire on her neck and chest.
Nageena's eyes watered as she took it all, her throat convulsing around his shaft as she tried to keep from gagging. Adnan's hand loosened in her hair, his grip turning into a gentle caress as his climax subsided. Hina watched, her own orgasm washing over her, her body convulsing as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out.
When Adnan finally pulled out, Nageena's knees gave out, and she would have collapsed to the floor if Hina hadn't caught her. "Good girl," Hina murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. She guided Nageena to the bed, her own legs unsteady with desire. Adnan followed, his cock still hard, still wanting.
On the bed, Nageena lay back, her chest heaving with exertion. She watched as Adnan climbed in beside her, his body slick with sweat. Hina positioned herself at the head of the bed, her own breasts heaving as she watched them with hooded eyes. "Now," she said, her voice a command. "Kiss him."
Nageena's heart hammered in her chest as she leaned closer to Adnan. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. This wasn't right, she knew that, but she couldn't fight the overwhelming need that Hina had ignited within her. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his, tentatively at first, but then with more confidence as she felt his response. Adnan's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, his tongue delving into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough.
The kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, as their bodies entwined on the soft bed. Nageena could feel Hina's eyes on them, watching, savoring every moment of their shared intimacy. Hina reached out, her hand gliding over Adnan's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles before moving lower. She reached down and stroked his cock, her touch feather-light, until it was fully hard again. Nageena felt a thrill of excitement mixed with trepidation as she realized Hina had no intention of letting them rest.
Adnan's hand found Nageena's thigh, his thumb brushing against her damp skin. He pushed her legs apart, his eyes never leaving hers as he slid a finger into her slick pussy. She gasped into his mouth, arching her back as he began to explore her depths. Hina watched, her own hand moving to her own clit, her breathing growing more ragged as she watched her husband with the maid she had seduced.
"Now," Hina said, her voice a seductive purr. "It's time for the grand finale." She slid down the bed, her eyes locked on Adnan's cock as she licked her lips. "Take her ass, darling. She's been holding out on us."
Adnan's eyes grew dark with lust as he stared at Nageena's trembling body. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide with fear. He knew he should stop, but Hina's wicked smile was all the encouragement he needed. He reached for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand and coated his fingers. Nageena's breath hitched as she felt the cold gel against her skin. She clenched her eyes shut and whispered a silent prayer.
With one hand firmly gripping Nageena's hip, Adnan eased his lubricated fingers into her tight ass. She yelped, her body stiffening with each gentle push. He knew he had to be careful, to not hurt her too much, but the desire to claim her fully was overwhelming. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "Just relax, baby," in a tone that was anything but comforting. Nageena bit her lip, trying to follow his instructions despite her body's protests.
Hina watched with a twisted smile, her own hand slipping between her legs to stroke her clit. The sight of her husband's fingers disappearing into Nageena's tight hole was more arousing than she ever could have imagined. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice thick with desire. "Show her who's boss."
Adnan's eyes never left Hina's as he positioned his cock at Nageena's entrance. He felt a twinge of guilt, but the desire to satisfy his wife won out. With a deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling the maid's body tense as he penetrated her for the first time. Nageena's eyes snapped open and she let out a guttural moan, her nails digging into the bed sheets.
Hina's smile grew even more sinister as she watched Adnan's thick cock slide into Nageena's virgin ass. She reached over to slap Nageena's cheek, the sound echoing through the room. "Look at me," she demanded, and Nageena's teary eyes met hers. "This is what you get for denying me," Hina hissed, her own arousal building as she watched the power play unfold.
Adnan's grip tightened on Nageena's hip as he began to thrust deeper and harder, each stroke pushing her further into the mattress. Nageena's whimpers grew louder, and Hina leaned in closer, her fingers tangling in the maid's hair and pulling gently at first, then with increasing force. "You're going to scream for us, aren't you?" she taunted, her own hand working faster between her legs.
With a snarl, Adnan reached around and slapped Nageena's ass, leaving a red handprint on her dark skin. Nageena's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a strangled cry that was equal parts pain and pleasure. He could feel her body tightening around him, the muscles of her ass clenching and unclenching as she tried to adjust to the invasive sensation.
He picked up his pace, driving into her with more force. Each slap of skin on skin reverberated through the room, punctuating the rhythm of his thrusts. Nageena's cries grew more desperate, and Hina could see the beginnings of ecstasy in her eyes. The sight was too much to bear, and Hina's own orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure as she watched her husband claim the maid.
Nageena's body began to move with Adnan's, her initial resistance giving way to something more primal. Hina leaned in, her breath hot on Nageena's ear, "You're going to love this, slut," she murmured, her voice filled with malicious pleasure. She reached down and pinched Nageena's clit, rolling it between her fingers. The maid's body responded instantly, her hips jerking and her cries turning to moans of pleasure.
Adnan's eyes were glued to the sight of his wife's hand on Nageena's pussy, his own desire reaching fever pitch. He pulled Nageena's hair back, exposing her neck and forcing her to arch her back. The new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper, and Nageena's moans grew louder, filling the room with their depraved symphony.
With each smack of his hand against Nageena's ass, he felt a twisted sense of power. He had never been this aggressive before, but the thrill of it was intoxicating. He could feel his climax approaching, and he knew he had to give Hina what she wanted—Nageena's complete submission. He leaned down and whispered in Nageena's ear, "You're going to come for us, aren't you?" His voice was gruff with need.
Nageena's body trembled as she nodded, her voice a breathless whisper. "Yes, I'm going to come," she admitted, her voice thick with the same need that consumed them all. Hina watched with a wicked grin, her eyes never leaving the intimate dance of Adnan's hand on Nageena's body. She reached out to slap Nageena's ass again, her own pleasure mounting as she watched the maid's body react.
Adnan felt the heat building in his balls, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. He knew he was close, and he wanted Nageena to be right there with him. He pulled her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him as he claimed her in the most intimate way possible. His eyes bore into hers, a silent demand for her to submit fully to their twisted desires.
With a final, brutal thrust, Adnan's cock slammed into Nageena's ass, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He roared, the sound echoing through the room as he filled her tight hole with his seed. Nageena's eyes rolled back, and she let out a scream of pure ecstasy as her own climax crashed over her. Her body trembled and writhed beneath him, her muscles tightening around his cock in spasms of pleasure.
Hina watched the display with a smug smile, her hand still buried between her own legs. "Look at what you've done to her," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "She's ours now. Ours to use and abuse."
Adnan didn't answer, his breathing ragged as he pulled out of Nageena's ass and collapsed beside her. He couldn't believe the animalistic urges that had taken over him. He had never felt so alive, so powerful. His chest heaved with each breath, his cock still hard despite the intense release.
Nageena lay there, her body limp and trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her ass was sore, but the pain was secondary to the overwhelming feeling of violation. Yet, there was something else there too—a spark of something darker, something that made her stomach flutter with a perverse excitement she couldn't ignore.
Hina, still riding the waves of her own orgasm, slid off the bed and approached the two of them. She placed a gentle hand on Nageena's cheek, a stark contrast to the cruelty of her earlier touch. "Look at me," she ordered again, her voice softer this time. Nageena's eyes slowly focused on her, and Hina leaned in to whisper, "You're going to thank us for this, aren't you?"
Nageena's breath hitched, and she nodded, the reality of her situation sinking in. Her voice was a broken whisper. "Thank you," she forced out, the words sticking in her throat like shards of glass.
Adnan's eyes grew dark with lust as he stared at Nageena's trembling body. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide with fear. He knew he should stop, but Hina's wicked smile was all the encouragement he needed. He reached for the bottle of lubricant on the nightstand and coated his fingers. Nageena's breath hitched as she felt the cold gel against her skin. She clenched her eyes shut and whispered a silent prayer.
With one hand firmly gripping Nageena's hip, Adnan eased his lubricated fingers into her tight ass. She yelped, her body stiffening with each gentle push. He knew he had to be careful, to not hurt her too much, but the desire to claim her fully was overwhelming. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "Just relax, baby," in a tone that was anything but comforting. Nageena bit her lip, trying to follow his instructions despite her body's protests.
Hina watched with a twisted smile, her own hand slipping between her legs to stroke her clit. The sight of her husband's fingers disappearing into Nageena's tight hole was more arousing than she ever could have imagined. "That's it," she encouraged, her voice thick with desire. "Show her who's boss."
Adnan's eyes never left Hina's as he positioned his cock at Nageena's entrance. He felt a twinge of guilt, but the desire to satisfy his wife won out. With a deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling the maid's body tense as he penetrated her for the first time. Nageena's eyes snapped open and she let out a guttural moan, her nails digging into the bed sheets.
Hina's smile grew even more sinister as she watched Adnan's thick cock slide into Nageena's virgin ass. She reached over to slap Nageena's cheek, the sound echoing through the room. "Look at me," she demanded, and Nageena's teary eyes met hers. "This is what you get for denying me," Hina hissed, her own arousal building as she watched the power play unfold.
Adnan's grip tightened on Nageena's hip as he began to thrust deeper and harder, each stroke pushing her further into the mattress. Nageena's whimpers grew louder, and Hina leaned in closer, her fingers tangling in the maid's hair and pulling gently at first, then with increasing force. "You're going to scream for us, aren't you?" she taunted, her own hand working faster between her legs.
With a snarl, Adnan reached around and slapped Nageena's ass, leaving a red handprint on her dark skin. Nageena's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a strangled cry that was equal parts pain and pleasure. He could feel her body tightening around him, the muscles of her ass clenching and unclenching as she tried to adjust to the invasive sensation.
He picked up his pace, driving into her with more force. Each slap of skin on skin reverberated through the room, punctuating the rhythm of his thrusts. Nageena's cries grew more desperate, and Hina could see the beginnings of ecstasy in her eyes. The sight was too much to bear, and Hina's own orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with pleasure as she watched her husband claim the maid.
Nageena's body began to move with Adnan's, her initial resistance giving way to something more primal. Hina leaned in, her breath hot on Nageena's ear, "You're going to love this, slut," she murmured, her voice filled with malicious pleasure. She reached down and pinched Nageena's clit, rolling it between her fingers. The maid's body responded instantly, her hips jerking and her cries turning to moans of pleasure.
Adnan's eyes were glued to the sight of his wife's hand on Nageena's pussy, his own desire reaching fever pitch. He pulled Nageena's hair back, exposing her neck and forcing her to arch her back. The new angle allowed him to thrust even deeper, and Nageena's moans grew louder, filling the room with their depraved symphony.
With each smack of his hand against Nageena's ass, he felt a twisted sense of power. He had never been this aggressive before, but the thrill of it was intoxicating. He could feel his climax approaching, and he knew he had to give Hina what she wanted—Nageena's complete submission. He leaned down and whispered in Nageena's ear, "You're going to come for us, aren't you?" His voice was gruff with need.
Nageena's body trembled as she nodded, her voice a breathless whisper. "Yes, I'm going to come," she admitted, her voice thick with the same need that consumed them all. Hina watched with a wicked grin, her eyes never leaving the intimate dance of Adnan's hand on Nageena's body. She reached out to slap Nageena's ass again, her own pleasure mounting as she watched the maid's body react.
Adnan felt the heat building in his balls, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. He knew he was close, and he wanted Nageena to be right there with him. He pulled her hair harder, forcing her to look up at him as he claimed her in the most intimate way possible. His eyes bore into hers, a silent demand for her to submit fully to their twisted desires.
With a final, brutal thrust, Adnan's cock slammed into Nageena's ass, his orgasm ripping through him like a storm. He roared, the sound echoing through the room as he filled her tight hole with his seed. Nageena's eyes rolled back, and she let out a scream of pure ecstasy as her own climax crashed over her. Her body trembled and writhed beneath him, her muscles tightening around his cock in spasms of pleasure.
Hina watched the display with a smug smile, her hand still buried between her own legs. "Look at what you've done to her," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "She's ours now. Ours to use and abuse."
Adnan didn't answer, his breathing ragged as he pulled out of Nageena's ass and collapsed beside her. He couldn't believe the animalistic urges that had taken over him. He had never felt so alive, so powerful. His chest heaved with each breath, his cock still hard despite the intense release.
Nageena lay there, her body limp and trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her ass was sore, but the pain was secondary to the overwhelming feeling of violation. Yet, there was something else there too—a spark of something darker, something that made her stomach flutter with a perverse excitement she couldn't ignore.
Hina, still riding the waves of her own orgasm, slid off the bed and approached the two of them. She placed a gentle hand on Nageena's cheek, a stark contrast to the cruelty of her earlier touch. "Look at me," she ordered again, her voice softer this time. Nageena's eyes slowly focused on her, and Hina leaned in to whisper, "You're going to thank us for this, aren't you?"
Nageena's breath hitched, and she nodded, the reality of her situation sinking in. Her voice was a broken whisper. "Thank you," she forced out, the words sticking in her throat like shards of glass.