Misc. Erotica The Big Fat Two-State Wedding (Complete)

[Rangushki]

Very very nice

[Mintu08]

Chapter 35

Next Morning :

"Haila khub zyada asa vat tei! hehe" (She got it hard it seems!)

"Hmmmm mala pan asa vat tei! Khub maage chudas kele teni!) (I also think so. She got fucked well from behind it seems)

"Tenna khoob motha hoil azun hehe!" (Her ass will surely get fatter slowly hehe)

Some crude comments came from the nosey housemaids in perticular and Debosree couldn't face them at all, with her stammering walk. She was dressed in a beautiful red chiffon saree with a maroon backlesss blouse for the grand Reception morning, but her feet and ass ached to walk for long. Such was the anal sex she recieved from Harsh, who smiled and stood besides her. His smile bothered the bobby even more because of the animalistic behavior last night.

"Chee......I am sure they are discussing us! Harsh.....uh it aches so much..." 

Debosree pouted, not getting what the maids discussed in Marathi, but she was sure it was gestured towards her.  But then, what surprised her more was how she spoke to Harsh right now. A current passed her body when she realised how feminine she sounded with her words and she blushed looking down.

"Oh hey Debosree, right?"

Debosree shivered a bit an the unknown strong male voice, but she looked upto see a very strong bulked up man with a reasonable pot belly but a very massive build. He apparently looked like one of those rural Pehelwaans and he sported a typical Maharashtrian moustache in the Khandoba style and his salt pepper hair was neatly combed.

"Oh hey mamu!! what a surprise!" Harsh smiled and hugged the man briefly, who hugged his nephew back and he was none other than Gopal, Prajakta's brother!

Gopal wore a simple kurta pajama which were both white in color and this contrasted well with his dark wheatish tone. Debosree noticed he was as much as a hulkish guy like Harsh and Daksh, perhaps even more bulkier and massive in weight.

"Debosree, ah! Harsh, kiti chaan dhisti hai re! (She is so beautiful Harsh!)

Debosree felt it would be rude to not touch the feet, but Gopal was a straightforward man, he straightaway hugged the bobby and his massive chest made Debosree stirr a bit, making her wonder how strong the man was.

"Arei, forget the feet!! they are dated customs beta. Hug is more authentic, right Harshu?" Gopal smirked.

"Yes mamu, for sure!" Harsh smiled back.

"Where is Dakshu re?" Mohan looked around and then smiled when he saw Daksh step forward with Pallavi, who looked as gorgeous as Debosree in her pink chiffon saree with a purple backless blouse. She looked fresh with a smile and the more Debosree looked at her ex-wife's beautiful pink glossed smile, the more she felt her male mind burning, but a stirr passed her female soul when she felt the firm palm of Harsh on her shoulder.

Debosree was fed up with living in both worlds at the same time, and she just sighed and looked at Pallavi greeting Mohan with a smile.

"Namaste mamaji!" Pallavi smiled and recieved a warm hug from Mohan and she too smelled the musky scent from the man, which was pretty manly. 

Blushing, Pallavi broke the hug and adjusted her saree which apparently showcased her cleavage well and then she rushed to Debosree, eyeing her from top to down with a mischevious smile. 

Debosree hated to assume the reason behind the smile, however Pallavi purred, complimenting he ex-husband...

"Debu, you are looking amazing......but umm....why were you stammering so much?"

Debosree dropped a tricklet of sweat on that question from Pallavi. She blushed deep and it added more beauty to her freshened up face and her red glossed lips pursed against each other. Pallavi had to admit that the glossy red color suited Debosree so much, but she was more eager to know the reason for the stammering and she hid a devilish smile with her manicured pink fingers.

"Uh...........its not what you are thinking!! eeessh!" Debosree murmured with anger towards her ex-wife and was even more enraged to see how the devilish giggle was hid well by her.

In the meantime, inside a grand Rolls Royce, Promila and Subosree sat comfortably and it was Promila who looked outside the window to see Marathi hoardings and Hindi hoardings of Bollywood films and other Advertisements, something so different from the Bengali banners she was used to.

Subosree too looked outside, but her heart was beating somewhat faster in the pursuit of meeting Debosree in perticular. She barely had any empathy or feelings for Pallavi and still considered her nothing less than a ruthless bitch for approving the Bobbyfication of her once-dadabhai!

However, Promila felt an amazing comfort with the cushioned chair of the grand expensive car she was in. She marvelled the sheer richness of the Kulkarnis and suddenly she felt a new side of her coming out!

A side where a greedy deprived woman came out!

Promila remembered the moments when Debosree's father would cut down to minimum budgets and keep her just barely content with things. Now the sudden comfort of the Rolls Royce made her bite her lower lip and she ran her fingers on the cushioned seat and she did it with very dreamy eyes, and this gesture of hers was easily caught by Subosree, who just then decided to open up her heart to her mother at that very moment...

"Maa, ummmm I am just wondering...."

"About what shona?" Promila cooed. Her eyes not having made any contact with her daughter, rather the pupils were busy admiring the interior of the car and her senses enjoying the smooth AC inside.

"Maa, dadabhai........I hope he is oka............"

"SHUBU! HOW MANY TIMES I WILL HAVE TO TELL YOU??" Promila sounded angry this time and her anger almost shook the poor girl and she felt a major thumping pass through her heart.

"Debosree is your didibhai now!!! Why do you keep remembering the past? Uff......why do you keep fueling my heart with more fire of angst?? I have accepted the reality with uh.........so much difficulty!" 

Promila for the few moments really regretted the fact that her son was bobbyfied, but then she changed her tone to her maternal one once more and she touched the hand of her almost terrified daughter....

"Subu, Debu is married to a man now! We will have to accept the awful reality, but it is true.........."

Promila suddenly remembered the bicep bulge of her damaad Harsh and she blushed with a delicious evil feeling inside. Infact, she also remembered Mr Kulkarni who looked manly too, being the father and she had to admit the family had all Masculine hunks. 

"I had forgotten maa..............so...rry....." Subosree mewed and looked outside the window to see the beauty of Mumbai and she forgot about the conversation soon. 

Within the next few moments, the Rolls royce reached the Kulkarni villa and Pushpa was the one to attend both mother and daughter. Promila was surprised to see Pushpa in a traditional Marathi saree getup with a sexy Nathani and she immediately hugged both Promila and Subosree. 

"Welcome!! you both look so beautiful!!" Pushpa purred with a smile and Promila blushed more this time. Subosree sheepishly smiled but she wide-eyed at her mother who blushed like a young budding woman herself and the flattered widow knew she was worth the compliment because of what she wore...

A Lime green chiffon saree with a tangy orange sleevless blouse. Her well curved fair arms welcomed the sunlight beautifully which made a wide circular glow patch on it and she was glad she arranged the audacity to wear a fully colored saree and blouse after a long time.

"Hmmm thank you.........."

"Madam must have insisted right?" Pushpa naughtily smirked.

Promila blushed again on being realised that she submitted so easily to the dominant Mrs Kulkarni and she just managed to nodd like a shy damsel.

"Subosree, right?" Pushpa smiled to the not so amused girl, who just nodded sheepishly. However, then Pushpa turned to Promila once more with a purr...

"Your daughter is ready for her mandap too hmmmm!"

Promila smiled again while Subosree didn't actually like the straight-forward nature of the P.A and was actually amazed to how Pushpa was even comfortable flaunting her cleavage with the pallu aside. More than a P.A or a Host, she looked like some damsel for enticement.

Anyways, Promila and Subosree walked inside the lavish home, followed by Pushpa and both mother and daughter couldn't help but adore the lavishness of the interiors. Golden framed pictures of various Maratha art adorned the wallspaces of the threshold itself and once they both reached inside the lavish hall, the motherly eyes of Promila looked for both Pallavi and Debosree, untill she shivered a bit with a hand on her shoulder. The person was none other than Pallavi and Promila had sparkled her eyes the moment she saw her!

"Palo........shonamuni!" Promila smiled wide very slowly, noticing the glow on the girl's face. A glow which Pallavi never had during her previous marriage!

"Mamuni!!!!" Pallavi almost teary eyed hugged the elderly widow and the hug was a genuine one. The support she had recieved from Promila post-divorce was something Pallavi could never forget and she made sure it was a longer hug and Promila too hugged with full grace.

After the hug broke, Pallavi realised something amazing and she studied the figure of her ex-mother-in-law very carefully. Subosree had no intention to even say a hello to the same woman who left her bobbyfied brother all alone, but the friendly relation of her mother with her ex-boudi made her agitated.

"I wonder how maa forgave her so easily!!! hmmph!" Subosree pouted in her mind.

"Hmmmmmmmm mamuni! You look different!" Pallavi cooed naughtily, noticing the vibrant colored saree on the well curved body of Promila, who blushed sweetly and cooed...."My colored saree?"

"I never saw you wearing such a radiant one before! mamuni, you look gorgeous!!!" Pallavi mewed sweetly and admired the design of the saree and Promila was glad she dared to wear the saree, the compliments from both Pushpa and Pallavi was worth it.

However, just then a small tremor passed Promila when Daksh appeared and touched her feet in respect. The sheer stature and presence of the Maratha hunk almost made the elderly widow shiver a bit and then she touched his head with a small murmur..."God bless you both!"

Daksh stood up straight and held the bare exposed flesh of Pallavi and they both smiled at Promila as a happy couple. Promila smiled too and realised the honest happiness in Pallavi's face and she thought it was quite natural because Daksh clearly seemed to be a sattisfying husband in all means. In the meantime, Subosree got this oppurtunity to study the Herculean frame of Daksh from up-close for the first time and his bicep bulge within his kurta made her awe with a latent lusty delight, but she managed to hide the glow of it on her face, while Daksh then looked at her saali and cooed....

"Subosree, right?"

"Hi.........." Subosree just sheepishly smiled and out of a sudden shyness, avoided eye contact, while Pallavi teased her ex-nanad with a naughty tone......

"Subu!!!! Hmmmmmmmmm thats a gorgeous salwar-kameez!! So good to see you!"

Pallavi wanted to hug, but Subosree resisted and just half-smiled. The radiancy in her ex-boudi's face angered her even more.

"Daksh, isn't she looking lovely?" Pallavi purred gesturing to the young girl.

"Hmmmmmm........for sure! Quite eligible for marriage I must say!" The hunk eyed Subosree from top to down and cooed.

Subosree was shocked at the conversation and she defended herself by pouting......."Uhmm no........I am studing and have no intention to marry now!"

"Dhatt!! the moment you fall in the arms of a sexy hunk, you will forget studies and college!!!! Hey, Daksh, why don't we randomly announce her engagement here? some stud must be ready to wed her who knows......."

Pallavi giggled naughtily while Daksh smiled at the naughty frivolous nature of his wife, while Subosree clenched her fist and was shocked at the awful crude words from Pallavi. She realised the bitchy woman had turned a bit more crude post-marriage to her rich husband and she just made a grimace of a face, pouting... "Please, let me decide that!"

"Oh okaay..........relax Shubu, I was just kidding!! hey, have you met your Debu didi yet?" Pallavi passed a warm normal smile this time, while Subosree nodded in a no and she left the space to look forward to Debosree.

"She is mad at your or something?" Daksh murmured to Pallavi once Subosree left.

"She is just not happy to admit the fact that I divorced my ex-husband only to m....a rr y.........a h.......u n k  ..... like you!"

Daksh added some more spice into the words by his wife........"And that same man is now bobbyfied and married to my brother hmmmmmmmmmm.... is she mad at that fact too?"

Pallavi hated to admit that this frisky talk was turning her on for some reason. She just passed a wicked devilsh smile and admired her diamond ring on her manicured finger and then looked upto her hunk husband with a whisper which brought their lips very close now.....

"I hate it when you humiliate Debu! If she wasn't bobbyfied, would my devar get such a gorgeous wife, hmmmmmm?"

Pallavi used a seductive tone which made Daksh hard immediataly and he wanted to grab her and push her against the wall and strip her off in order to make raw animalistic love to her, but the sanskaari modesty in him made him resist the wild feeling and he just nibbled on his wife's golden earing, with a whisper.....

"Never knew I had such a kinky naughty wife! I love it when you sound so devilishly wicked Pallavi!"

Pallavi had a lusty smile too and she grabbed the firm wrist of Daksh and managed to pull him on to a safe isolated corner and the moment they reached there, she bit her lower lip and cooed.....

"Kiss me!"

"Hmmmmmmm horny already?"

"You turned the boiler on!!! 'Mosh kothakar!! (Bull-like!)

"Mosh?" Daksh raised an eyebrow, while Pallavi caught the sleeves of his kurta and made him lean forward, while she hissed........"It means a Bull!"

Daksh smiled and mashed his lips to his wife's. They kissed with closed eyes, forgetting about the crowd in the house for some moments. However with the spreading of the crowds, they kept the kiss short and returned back to attend the guests. Pallavi however still remained horny inside and she could barely wait to get intimate again! She attended the guests with a smile that assured Daksh that she was happy to be his wife.

............

Meantime :

"Maa........" Debosree uttered the word with a lot of embarrassment. She felt awful in facing her mother and sister in the condition she was in, specially with her hip and ass pain due to the anal ramming by Harsh last night.

"Debu oh.........." Promila hugged Debosree and kissed her forehead with all the maternal love in the world. Even if she was bobbified, she was nevertheless Promila's first dear child!

However Debosree was surprised to see her mother in a colored saree amd blouse and it was certainly odd for her to see her like that after many ears since her father's death, but she didn't mind much, because she was more engrossed in her own emotions.

Right after Promila, Subosree hugged Debosree next and the bobby hugged her sister back. While doing so, the girl was again embarrased to find out the warmth of Debosree's breasts against her own smaller ones. It was hard for her to believe the fact that just some months ago, the bobby had been a fully normal male.

"How are you didibhai??" Subosree still had strong warm feelings for Debosree, being the usual sweet sister.

"I am......okay!" Debosree sheepishly smiled, then she greeted Harsh besides her who touched Promila's feet for blessings and once more, the widow noticed the coupling of the two! She had to again shamelessly admit that the hunk was far superior to Debosree's old male version. Just then, Prajakta herself joined in and she had a good look at her samdhan. Her eyes alone made Promila shiver a bit as she too adored the hefty Maratha woman in her expensive chiffon saree with loads of sparkling Jewelry, consisiting of both gold and diamond!

"So nice to see you atlast Promila!" Prajakta hugged her samdhan and a smiling Promila hugged her back. The moment she hugged the hefty lady, she felt a jolt pass through her own body. The hefty body of Prajakta supported some of the most humongous melons which were far bigger than Promila's own medium sized ones and that too slighty on the saggy side, infact she felt her own breasts squished easily by the Maratha lady's.

Anyway, Promila broke the hug and the very next moment Prajakta held her hand firm, this shook the lady and then she heared... "Promila, come with me, let me introduce you to a special guest of mine!"

Once Promila and Prajakta left, Debosree just wondered how dominating her saans was with her mother, who apparently was quite submissive. But just then, Harsh grabbed her shoulder and made her face him. The hunk studied the beautiful features of his bobby wife.......

Gold Round earings!

A fat dose of sindoor on the maang!

Beautiful dark eye lashes and a pair of lips which only invited long slurpy kisses!

Harsh grabbed the waist straightaway and kissed the cheek without any hesitation. The sudden kiss made Debosree cringe and she insisted....."Harsh please, not infront of all..........."

"Oh Debosree..................how insanely lusty you make me with this beauty of yours! I am so happy to have you!" 

However just then, some more guests came over and Harsh stood still again, while Debosree felt the itch to look for Pallavi and Daksh! Her heart started beating faster in the whole thought of where they could be. She decided to go and look for them, not that she was too bothered about them, but a strange voice inside her insisted her to do so. 

On the other hand, Prajakta took Promila to another corner of the hall where mostly her middle aged-couple friends gossiped and had drinks and meals. The sight of the couples of her own age made Promila feel a little empty untill Prajakta raised her voice to a figure a little afar...

"Over here bhau!!!"

Promila turned to see the person coming towards them and the moment the man stepped ahead with a beaming smile underneath his moostache, a tremor passed the widow!

"Promila, meet my brother Mohan!"

The well built rugged middle aged man smiled and did a traditonal namaste to Promila, who felt a strange breeze pass her body at the mere gaze of the proffesional pehelwaan. 

"Namaste...." The widow could only manage to pout softly. Her gaze crazily magnetized towards the bulked up hefy man who possessed an apparently dominant persona and then he smirked further....

"Praju, your samdhan is very beautiful! I must say"

Promila blushed and wondered what to say. It's been ages she had been complimented by a man, the last time it was her own husband and that too when Debosree was a young child!

Mohan stepped a bit more ahead and scanned his eyes around Promila's body, making her feel slightly uncomfortable, but later he continued to converse...

"Promilaji, I don't see your husband....." 

"She is a widow Mohan!" Prajakta softly mumbled to her brother, but she had a smirk to which Mohan got the clue and his cock throbbed a bit instantly. Promila belonged to his generation and he felt the urge to know her more, but he didn't want to rush. With a smile, he excused himself, while Promila still felt shivers from the mere eyes of the bull like man.

Prajakta noticed the panic and the pout on her samdhan's face and she pinched a small portion of the widow's exposed hip, sending a shiver inside her and she moaned a bit, but then kept silent in embarrassment of letting the small moan out.

"Uff...Promila, relax...you almost moaned like a young budding woman eager to be wedded soon!"

"Dhatt....didi...its not like that!" Promila blushed and looked down, making sure her pallu was properly dbangd on her shoulder. The memory of Mohan's stare still couldn't be erased from her mind and here her own samdhan was teasing her too. 

"It's Tai! Not didi! Should I spank your butt infront of all?" Prajakta jokingly sounded stern and the word 'spank' made Promila feel a tremor pass her body and she apologized like a sweet collegegirl...."Sorry...tai!"

Prajakta enjoyed dominating the Bengali widow and she realised a deep submissive syndrome in her quite easily, but she also knew that these games were to be played with convenience and subtly. Promila sighed and stood still again, wondering her eyes here and there to see if anyone heared the crude comment from Prajakta, but the hefty lady assured her with a touch on the shoulder and then after a blink, she cooed..

"Your daughters are obedient bahus! But Debosree is yet to be more mannered!"

Promila nodded silently with two minds. The first one being empathetic to her bobbyfied son and the second mind of being insulted a bit because she recieved a complaint from her samdhan!

Prajakta added some more spicy dominance by stepping a bit more near to the widow and murmuring in a dark tone....

"Debosree is now married to my younger son and she has to behave like a well mannered wife! A well mannered woman who will serve my son all her life!! You should have spanked and scolded her long back when she returned from the bobby agency!! But anyways....leave it to me!"

Prajakta then sighed and left Promila alone to attend her other friends, leaving the widow to her own random thoughts. The slow insult from Prajakta made her a bit angry on Debosree and she forgot about Mohan for the moment and decided to admonish her bobby daughter gently, sometime later. Just then, she felt another shiver when a random hand touched her shoulder! She looked behind to find a smiling Pushpa.

"Come along, I will show you your guest room!" 

Promila sheepishly smiled and followed the P.A of her samdhan and she awed how the girl had a sway on her backside we she walked ahead. When Promila reached her room, she admired the lavishness of the large bedroom and feeling a bit tired, she laid on the bed with a thought in mind....

"I will have a talk with Debu later on..."

............

Some moments later : 

Subosree realised her guest room was no less than a lavish 5sl star hotel room. She was awed with the beautiful design of the Italian tiles and the rich wallpaper looked amazing on the walls, but what made her more curious was the pictures that were framed on the wall. 

Art Pictures of Strong Maratha men pleasuring semi naked women! Apparently the men resembled the god Khandoba and the women were apparently his wives!

Subosree blinked and studied the amazing muscle defination of the art work and she blushed. She was actually kind of horny from meeting both Harsh and Daksh, because they were the typical Pehelwan types who always made her hot and she would seldom masturbate on such images of men. Infact she easily remembered the Macho Squad magazine all of a sudden, but didn't regret not bringing it, because she currently had a very mischievous smile, when she looked at the pictures.

A horny Subosree wanted to get off after a hectic plane journey, but before she could proceed anywhere after biting her lower lip, the door slammed opened!

Subosree almost felt a sudden shiver pass her when the door opened and Pratiksha walked in. She still had her lavish saree and blouse clad and she walked with grace untill she reached close to the bong girl. Subosree felt a slight discomfort with the sudden entering of the girl, but Pratiksha had a naughty smile and she very well knew Subosree had surely seen the framed pictures on the wall.

"Subu right?" Pratiksha smirked.

"It's Subosree!" Subosree hated the tone from Debosree's nanad.

"But I will call you Subu! Heyyy..we are sisters in a way too right? Your bhayiiyaaa is my bhaaabhi now!!! Hehe.."

Subosree felt embarassed and she wondered what to say. She hated to realise that Pratiksha knew the history of Debosree and what bothered her more was how easily Debosree had immersed in the role of a woman. She remembered how Harsh had held her shoulder and how her ass swayed within the chiffon saree, like any other female!

*SNAP"

"Huh...ohh...ummm" Subosree was snapped back to reality by Pratiksha, who just stood and studied the figure of her bhabhi's sister!

"Hmmmmmmmm.... Maal!" Pratiksha smirked and winked.

"What did you say??" Subosree couldn't believe the audacity of the girl, she was barely acquainted with.

"A maal! Takatak maal! Mast podi ahes tu!!" (A sexy girl you are!)

Subosree didn't understand the Marathi compliment, but the word maal disturbed her and she shrugged and looked to the other side, pouting...

"That was impolite! I need to rest, if you don't mind!!!"

Pratiksha had read the girl's eyes. There was some latent horniness inside Subosree's round big eyes for sure and Debosree's nanad smirked and lightly ran a nail on the bong girl's cheek before leaving the room. However she peeked once more from outside and cooed..."Rest well! We have an important program in the evening!"

Once Pratiksha left the room, Subosree murmured in a bit of rage....

"Oshobbho! Chengra me kothakar!" (Shameless intolerable girl!)

But then Subosree's mental state got back to the peaceful scenario inside the lavish guest room and she sat on her bed with a sigh. No sooner did she sit, she almost immersed in the supremely comfortable matress of the bed and it relaxed her even more. Her kissable pouty lips opened up to murmur a slow silent..."Hmmm wow...."

With another sigh of comfort, the bong girl realised her horny state once more and she glanced naughtily at the framed picture of the nearest wall. The frame belonged to an art work of a man clung to a woman with her legs wrapped around him. The position was quite crude and the cock of the man apparently was lodged well between her thighs. Although it was all an art work, the expressions, the body definition was well captured.

Subosree then laid on the comfortable bed and allowed her head to rest on the lavish big pillow. While she rested, she again looked at the picture and she bit her lip while slowly getting her hand on her kameez clad breasts softly. One thing she noticed about the pictures on the wall, was the fact that the art women had big breasts which were mashed against the chest of their lovers.

The mashed image enticed the horny state of Subosree and she mauled her clothed breasts and her feet cling to each other, with toes curling in lust. She subconsciously looked down to see her hands mauling her own smaller breasts and she burnt with a bit of jealousy to see the bigger ones of the women in the art work around.

But anyways, the tiresome flight journey had made the bong girl want to release all the stress and for a moment, she forgot all about Debosree, her mother, Pallavi and all, and rather she shamelessly focussed on herself and she now got her hands down to cope of a brief feel of her clothed mound which quivered by now. No matter how much she resisted, her mind went back to the image of the two couples...

Pallavi with Daksh and Debosree with Harsh!

A horny Subosree couldn't deny the fact that the hunks looked good with their wives on their side and she felt a kinky tickle down her spine when she visualised both her ex-boudi and her once-dadabhai engrossed with their manly husbands. Specially Debosree!

Subosree felt a devilish wicked enticement in visualising Debosree with Harsh, and what were the possibilities of their sexual chemistry...

Did he pleasure her to the fullest?

Did she resist or submit?

Was she fucked well on the first night?

Did she enjoy submitting to a manly man?

Subosree hated to admit the Bobbyfication of Debosree, but she couldn't deny the visual of her gorgeous didi with Harsh. With a sexy lip bite, the shameless young sister touched herself at various placed softly with the thought of Harsh and Daksh pleasuring their wives, although she could never admit lusty self to Debosree anytime, rather she rubbed and mauled her clothed body in lust with the images of Harsh pleasuring her bobbified brother in all the pleasurable ways possible.

The images in her mind were so wicked, so lusty and so deliciously wrong and yet so insane that Subosree reached a mini orgasm with a low moan and she hugged and sighed with a hand to mouth embarassing reaction. She couldn't believe she came at the mere thought of just seeing Harsh with her didibhai and her wicked subconscious mind yearned to find out more!

However, Subosree soon fell asleep with a quick nap. The minor orgasm was enough to make her immerse in so. 

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Meantime :

Debosree and Promila were at the balcony where the bobby hugged her mother with small tears in her eyes. Promila just smiled and broke the hug, holding her daughter's hand and then realised how soft the palm was. A shameless voice inside the widow pouted into her mind....

"Debu always had such soft palms.......no way he was the masculine...."

Promila's thought broke when Debosree purred....."maa.... I feel awful..... this is all so insane!!"

Promila brushed a strand of hair from her Bobby son's forehead and kissed a peck on there, murmuring maternally...

"Oh Debu, don't be so disheartened.... You will make me sad! As a mother, I only wish to see you happy beta!"

Debosree wanted to spill out about the pain she faced during the hard anal sex, the awful cunny fucking she recieved from Harsh, but how on earth would she be able to share this with her own mother! She wondered, however the conversation slowly turned darker as Promila sat with Debosree on a large lavish swing on the grand balcony. A small tremor passed the bobby when her mother lifted her chin up and cooed softly...

"Debu, ummm...I don't know how to say this.....but, was he gentle?"

"Maa!!!! I....I can't answer that..." Debosree shivered and felt more embarrassed on being enquired by her mother of all people!

A small memory of Harsh's hard cock entering her wet cunny popped up in the bobby's mind and she bit her lip. Being a woman, Promila understood her child's mind and she sighed with a gasp. A gasp which she let out with the thought that probably Harsh had given Debosree a healthy sexual pleasure for sure, keeping in mind his stature and built.

"Aaha re...eeesshh...did it hurt beta?" Promila was suddenly curious to know how the manly man handled her daughter! At this moment, she realised there was no use of keeping the earlier memories of Debosree as her son! The bobby made facial gestures, walked, moved and sounded so much like any woman!

"Maa.... please....I don't feel....o..okay..." Debosree wanted to change the conversation but Promila was shamelessly curious. Her heart had already skipped beats at the whole idea of a non Bengali man bedding her once son and a strange devilish itch itched her as she wanted to know some more details.

"Cchii Promi, how shameless you are! Making your son uncomfortable like this!!! Uhm...I mean daughter! Eeeshh...are you sex deprived yourself??"

Promila blushed when she realised that perhaps her thoughts were correct, but then she got back to Debosree and touching her creamy soft shoulder once more, the elderly mother cooed...

"Debu, promise me something!"

"W...what maa?" 

"You will never disappoint Harsh! He is your husband now!"

Debosree shivered.."maa.... please stop!"

"I can't shona! I have to accept the reality! You should too! You....eesh I don't know how to say it, but....you never had one like your father!!"

This broke Debosree's heart totally! The shocking comparison of her once male package with her own father sent some uncomfortable unexplainable shivers inside her and her eyes dropped a tiny tear while her beautiful suckable lips opened..."Maa??..."

"Yes Debu! The bobby center had exposed the pictures to me of your.......I realised right then, that you didn't deserve Palo!"

Debosree wanted to run away, far away from this awful world! But her mother explained things so normally that her maternal tone sounded just normal! She realised no matter what, her mother always sounded sensible, but the truth was so bitter!

"But don't worry shona, God has reconsidered his discison and made you a beautiful woman! Uff....you are just the young version of me now!" Promila had to admit that her bobbified son's default soft features progressed easily to that of a woman. With one more peek on the big breasts, Promila naughtily cooed...

"I can see why Harsh was so easily attracted to you shona! Today you have to promise me something with total honesty!"

Promila's maternal tone also sounded stern and an immensely Debosree pouted...."what maa..."

With a hand on Debosree's shoulder and the other on her lap, Promila blinked slowly before pouting out softy...

"You will promise me that you will be a good bahu for the family and perform your wifely duties well! Keep Harsh happy and keep your bond strong with him!"

Debosree had already accepted her new fate, but these words from her own mother sounded so crude and cruel all of a sudden and she shivered with many tiny tremors passing her curvy body. 

"You didn't reply Debu..." Promila looked straight into the eyes. 

"I.....I will try....maa..." Debosree reluctantly pouted, with her heart beating insanely fast for some reason, while Promila added a bit more shiver with her last words in the same maternal tone...

"Thats like a good girl!"

[Mintu08]

Be tuned!

[Rangabaashyam]

Hearing the words of mother, debu should have jumped from the balcony to kill himself, so that harsh will also join daksh with palo. Good one

[abcturbine]

Wonderful.....
Its hard to figure out that what direcrion the stoey will move on....
Still waiting.... Pure adultery.....

[veeravaibhav]

Wish all the husbands in the cuckold and adultery stories to be bobbyfied like this. So that the woman in the society can live happily. Ha ha

[Karmayogee]

Great writing friend

[LustyLeo]

Really super

[Sankamithira]

Very nice

[Mintu08]

Chapter 36

Evening - The Reception Event :

"There comes Debosree bhabhi and Pallavi bhabhi!!! Aren't they so eatable?" 

Pratiksha cooed to her sister Falguni, who nodded as she saw the brides appear on the main limelight of the grandly decorated hall. While both sisters were dressed in a royal chanya choli, it was Pallavi and Debosree who looked amazingly enticing in their silky bridal sarees and that too with a similar colored blouse which highlighted their fair polished skin.

The red color of the saree wore by Debosree was well complimented by her red glossy lips, red manicured nails and dark deep eye lashes, while Pallavi had it all in Pink! A glowing pink which she had always liked.

Besides the brides, were their hunk husbands who smiled as the media covered their faces and this event was special because it were to be uploaded in most social media platforms for the whole world to see.

This whole scenario was being witnessed by a surprised Promila and Subosree who looked equally gorgeous and specially Subosree who had worn a saree herself, a simple but still an elegant yellow silk saree with a golden textured blouse, while her mother wore a purple saree of the finest silk in the world. As insisted by her samdhan, she again wore a sleeveless blouse that too of a darker purple combination which contrasted well with her fair tone. But what made her feel very happy was the good amount of jewelry she wore and this was the most she had worn since her marriage.

Subosree adored her own ornaments too which were sparkling with glory and she was amazed at the sheer quantity of ornaments which were simply given so easily to her and her mother by Mrs Kulkarni, who herself looked like the royal queen she was.

A lady arose from the media crowd with a mike on her hand and she proceeded towards the two couples who sat on a royal long sofa together. Both Harsh and Daksh wore a grand suits, making them look like the big shot billionaires they were!

The reporter lady was enticed by the image of the couples she saw. No way she could assume that Debosree was a man before and she was bobbified! Such was the girl's grace and looks and the body was to kill for! But what both Pallavi and Debosree didn't know was the fact that the questionnaire was decided by none other than Mrs Kulkarni herself!

The lady reporter approached a smiling Pallavi and Daksh first, since they were the elder couple!

"Mrs Pallavi Kulkarni! How it feels to be in this grand house and he a bahu here?"

"I never felt so complete before! I am very happy and I have found my Prince charming atlast!" 

Pallavi cooed and held Daksh's bigger palm on hers and her nipples twitched even then when she noticed her pink manicured hands on the rugged brown hand of her husband.

"So tell us how happy you are Mrs Pallavi?" 

"I have never felt so happy before. I felt I found something, someone I deserved!"

Pallavi smiled and looked at her smiling husband, while Debosree felt miserable at those lines, yet she couldn't afford to make a grimace, because she was on limelight afterall with several media people around.

"Hmmmmmmmmm good to know, now Mr Daksh, what do you have to say about your lovely Bong wife?"

Daksh happily replied..."I am glad to find her and I feel so fortunate to have such a graceful beauty besides me!"

Debosree felt a cold sweat creep on her shiny forehead when she realised she was the next one to be interviewed and she wondered with a high beating heart, about what could be asked to her! But at the same time she felt a strange comfort from Harsh's hand on her's. She slowly looked upto him to see a smile with an assuring blink from the hunk and yet that normal stare from him sent shivers inside her.

In the meantime, Promila kept seeing the interview and she felt bad for Debosree somewhere in her heart, but at the same time, she felt happy for Pallavi being so happy in her new marriage. These thoughts kept lingering in her mind untill a musky scent knocked on her nostrils and the lavishly dressed widow turned aside only to gasp a bit!

Standing next to Promila was none other than Mohan, who had a smile and a big glass of aamras in his hand. The sheer presence of the strong Maratha man sent a strange shiver inside her and she adjusted her pallu, even though it was well kept on her shoulder. 

"This is for you Promilaji!" Mohan smirked handing the aamras to her.

"Oh umm thank you Mr Mohan, I am not really thirst....."

"Have it, please. This is a special drink in our tradition!" Mohan still had a smile which was normal, but there was enough mischief in his eyes, which resulted in a gaze that still sent shivers inside Promila and she managed to smile and take the big glass on her hand, as a result of which, her fair light fingers very slightly brushed against the wheatish ones of Mohan which made her gasp very slightly.

"This is a bit too much....." Promila purred, although she still took a sip and both her and Mohan continued to see the interview of Daksh and Pallavi.

"Pallavi, we are all very eager to know when you do plan to go on the family way!"

Pallavi felt a kinky tremor at this sudden unexpected question and her clitoris throbbed a bit deep within the expensive saree she wore. With a brief sigh, she blushed and purred...."No idea....I mean....I haven't thought about it..."

Promila too felt a shiver at this answer of her once-bahu and she looked at Debosree like a mother would when she was upset with her child. Debosree too felt a shiver and she looked down in shame, realising the failure she was once and once she looked down, she realised Harsh's fingers brushing her own manicured ones. The contrast was deeply sexually firey and her feminine mind felt a kinked up shiver, but yet she looked aside in shame.

Meanwhile, Promila sipped some more of the aamras and quite enjoyed its taste, not realising that Mohan now stood behind her, studing the well curved back of his sister's samdhan!

Promila felt a tension in the air as the man stood behind her and Mohan's cock grew instantly when he eyed the curve of the back and then all the way down to the medium sized saggy buttocks. It wasn't too big or broad, but well rounded due to the little amount of weight she put on recently and this was a turn on for the pehelwaan man. His hands yearned to maul the buttocks through the saree material itself and plant kisses on the exposed back area of the widow.

However, just then Promila stepped aside, avoiding the tension furthermore and Mohan too stood still, keeping aside his kinky emotions for the lady. Luckily his back trousers hid his hard-on well and then very politely he just stood besides Promila, who hated to admit the man's presence because she felt some stirrings inside her for some reason, but she now rather focussed ahead on the interview platform and finally it was turn of Harsh and Debosree!

"Debosree Kulkarni! How does it feel to be a bobby? ummm hope its not too personal!"

The moment the question was asked, some ladies gasped and some found it adorable that a man had willingly transformed to live a life of a female. However Debosree despite her discomfort managed to answer....

"Uhmmm.........It was hard at first.............I mean.........I am okay..."

Promila noticed the discomfort on the face of her poor sweet child, but she also shivered when she felt the presence of Mohan and his trouser clad thigh brushing against her saree clad one. An unknown jolt passed her body when his manly whiff continued to disturb her, and yet she looked ahead to see how her bobby son handled the interview.

Hmmmmmmmmm I wont be surprised that you are enjoying your new gender since you are now married to such a hunk! Right?

Subosree hated the crudeness of the interviewer and how the lady put forth her questions with so much ease, while on the other hand her bobby brother barely felt comfortable!

Debosree hesitated.... "I.............I well......ummmm....."

However, Harsh took over from there, surprising Debosree!

"My wife is as much as happy as much as me! I am found heaven with her as my soulmate and I dont care about her past!"

Harsh's words sounded soothing to Debosree's ears for some reason, but she also cringed in her male side of the mind. However, her feminine side found the words very comforting, as any wife would!

The lady continued with a very slight wicked smile on her face...

"That was so very romantic Mr Harsh! since you have taken over behalf of your wife, let me ask you straightaway........when do you plan to bring on a good news for your family?'

This time Debosree felt a shiver of deep embarrassment inside her, while Pallavi smirked briefly, looking at the expression of her ex-husband! In the meantime, Promila was busy in two mindsets, at one, she was witnessing the interview and at the other, she was experiencing a small sexual thrill from Mohan's very subtle touches.

Debosree felt a heartbeat when the question was asked to Harsh, who just smiled at his widest and held her hand even more firmer and then facing the camera, he cooed....

"Very soon!'

The women present out there mewed and purred out their "awes" and "oohs!" and some even looked at their husbands with a shy smile, as if wanting eagerly to be in Debosree's sandals!

In the meantime, Mohan at that very moment whispered into Promila's nearest ear...."Promilaji, dont worry...... your son was bobbified for the good!"

Promila was shocked and she turned to see Mohan still smiling. She didn't know the fact that Prajakta had shared everything about Debosree's past to her brother already. Somehow the surprised widow blinked and wondered what she could say! The presence of the manly man was making her more nervous and yet she mewed.... "Oh.....its actually.....it happened.....sudden..."

"Thats okay Promilaji, nobody can even remotely guess that Debosree dear was a man before! She is so gorgeous..........umm just like you!"

Promila felt a 'aha' beat inside her heart and for some reason her nipples erected a bit at this unexpected compliment from the burly strong man next to her. She also knew that Mohan's eyes were naughtily scanning her body up and down and this made her shiver even more and she wished she had clad a more simpler saree, instead of the pricey glamarous one, but it was too late.

In the meantime, the interview was over and the audience clapped for the two couples once more. Pallavi smiled and looked at Daksh with a slow seductive blink, while Harsh passed a naughtier smile to Debosree and she felt a major heartbeat, knowing very well that her husband would again play the role of an invader once more, at night!

"And now for some ramp walking, ladies and gentlemen!" 

The voice sounded familiar and both Pallavi and Debosree looked ahead to see none other than Pushpa step ahead on the main arena with a mike on her hand. She looked dazzling in her own lavish saree with a sleeveless backless blouse that complimented her own figure quite well.

Pushpa swayed her hips to the couple and cooed...."Common now you all!"

Daksh and Harsh smiled when they stood up and then forwarded a hand to their respective wives, who got up too, with Debosree getting up the slowest. She realised in horror that she will have to ramp walk with Harsh for the whole world to see and enjoy.

Promila wanted to genuinely comfort Debosree. She felt a yearning to politely scold her bobby son to accept her role as a woman and a wicked side of her even wanted to scold her and admonish her on the fact that she only deserved to be a feminine woman and no way was she as much as a man as Harsh or Daksh or even their uncle Mohan. 

Promila suddenly blushed when she realised she suddenly thought of Mohan, although they barely had been acquainted, but there was something about the manly Marathi man besides her, that made her feel a bit weak inside and she still felt shivers, even though he was not talking to her now. 

However, on the other side where Subosree stood, a naughty Pratiksha walked upto her and decided to add some more teasing to the already tensed girl, who clearly felt a bit bad for her 'didibhai'!

"Hmmmmm how gorgeous Debosree bhabhi looks!! No way one could believe she was a man before!!" 

Hearing the frisky tone of Pratiksha, Subosree tried to ignore her and just sipped on her soft drink, not bothering to answer back.

"Okay..... but ummmm..... you have to agree that your brother...oops I mean, my bhabhi looks so good, like a heroine!!" 

Pratiksha naughtily cooed and smacked the elbow of Subosree with her own and slowly left the space, leaving an angry Subosree with enraged eyes for the girl. But, she had to admit that the sight of Debosree with Harsh was so natural as if her brother undergoing the bobby operation was something he deserved!

"Oh my.....they look....good.."

Cooed a dark naughty side inside Subosree that also made her blush with awe as she finally saw the ramp walk begin and she had to gulp in the reality of seeing a smiling Pallavi sway and walk with a hand on her husband's, while Debosree's hand was held firm by Harsh, as they walked. The ramp portion of the arena had turned blue-greenish in terms of lighting, making the atmosphere resemble an actual modelling-ramp platform.

Subosree and Promila both noticed the tiny details on the couples as they ramp walked! The song "Huzur Huzurewala..." From Page 3 played in the background, making the chemistry look more enticing as they walked back to the point from where they started. Both mother and daughter noticed certain things with an awe....

The smile on Pallavi's radiant happy face!

The sway of Debosree's saree clad hips!

The contrast of the big firm brown hands on the fair manicured ones!

Debosree's soft palm held firmly by Harsh!

The round big eyes of Debosree full of fear and a latent thrill at the same time. So typical of a recently married woman!

Both Subosree and Promila noticed all these things and deep inside their hearts, they had to admit that Debosree was now a totally normal woman! No way was she anything even remotely close to what she was in the past!

.................

Late at night :

After the reception event and chit chats and meals and giggles and gossips, the couples reached their respective rooms where a deep intimate atmosphere was already forming. A naked Daksh stood looking at his grand mirror while Pallavi walked upto him just wrapped in a white satin sheet. With a small sigh, she went around him and studied how she looked in the mirror when she did so.

"The interview turned you on right?" Daksh cooed with a smile as his horny wife ran her long nails all over his biceps and triceps in a soothing seductive way.

"Mmhmmmm! I am more scared now!" Pallavi hissed as she mashed her breasts against the strong back of her husband.

"Why so?" Daksh placed his palm on the softer one of his wife's which was placed on his strong chest. 

"My invader will now ravage me all night untill I become the mother of his child!" Pallavi hissed very sexually as she was turned on at the idea of being a mother atlast and that too with the child of an alpha male.

"Correction! Not child, Children!" Daksh hissed and turned to face his wife. His cock rose up and made a small pre semen patch on the front of her satin sheet which covered her quivering mound.

"Daksh uh.....no...Daksh! I am not a....ummm..." Pallavi shivered with her own words while Daksh stopped her lips with his finger and murmured....

"Yes you are! You are a baby making machine! I didn't just marry you, but your breasts, eyes, lips and that cunny belongs to me! I own you! You will make me happy and be happy yourself! Pallavi forget who you were! Embrace who you are now! Breathe free, have sex and get lazier and fatter! I don't mind weightlifting you every morning!!"

Pallavi breathed her longest this time. She was shamelessly turned on by the words of her hunk husband and she realised immense quantity of juices flowing down on her thighs from her wide open cunny. The labia was so wet that it only and only deserved a hard cock ramming and nothing else.

"Daksh...oh Daksh, is this a dream??" Pallavi wanted to cry. She wanted to scream aloud and tell the world that this is what she deserved! She infact cringed her past life with Debosree at this moment, but her thoughts were shaken with a sudden moan from her lips when Daksh yanked the satin sheet off her body in a quick pace and cooed..."No! A reality!"

Now Pallavi was as naked as her husband and the big fat cock had its crownhead poking the very wet entrance quite convininently now. With a bite on the lower lip, Pallavi looked down to see the angry black cock of her chocolate toned husband eager to get inside her cunny, her well shaven cunny!

"Someone is very eager hmmmmmm!" Pallavi hissed as she ran her nails on the veiny surface of the cock.

"Eager to get inside you!!!" Daksh hissed with a grunt. He wanted to bang his wife badly now.

"Hmmmmmm and?" Pallavi mewed as she collected some of the pre-cum from the slithole of the cock and rubbed it around her nails, admiring it's potential potency.

"Plant dozens of babies inside!!" Daksh winked and grabbed the soft shoulders of his wife. The moment he grabbed her shoulders, Pallavi blushed because of some little amount of meat she had gained on her shoulders recently and for sometime Daksh kept mauling the little flesh out there, turning her on further.

From the shoulders, Daksh now reached below to the arms which had also turned slightly fleshy and when the slight fat over there was mauled too, Pallavi closed her eyes and bit her lower lip again. Now from the arms, very seductively the hunk traced his fingers along each pore of the flesh of his wife untill he reached the two gorgeous breasts. 

"You were jealous of Pushpa's bigger breasts right?" Daksh ppneaded the mangoes very very soothingly, enjoying each pore of the rounded goodies.

"Mmmhmmmmm.." Pallavi just hissed because of the amazing goosebumps she recieved from her breasts being massaged by the pair of very manly hands. Just then she shivered more when Daksh got his face closer to hers and then with some more intense kneading, he cooed...

"I promise to make these bigger and rounder! Let the whole world burn with jealousy when they see the wife of Daksh Kulkarni! I will fuck you all night and make you the lazy privileged sexy voluptuous housewife you deserve to be!"

A tiny line of tear dropped from Pallavi's eye and she hugged her husband firm and eventually she was thrown on the bed and Daksh climbed on top immediately to begin a slow hot ramming into her cunny gates which gradually turned into a fierce fucking where only groans and moans could be heared to all and sundry!

The more the big fat cock pumped in and out, the more Pallavi moaned her hunk husband's name out and wrapped her legs around his strong ass. 

In the meantime, Debosree held the pillow firm because her curvy ass was being ravaged by Harsh again and again, and he was more intimate then before for some reason! 

Debosree's back was full of bite marks and her eyes watery with tears as Harsh pumped his cock in and out of her ass and she very well knew it was not enough because her husband was turned on with his commitment to the media about getting her pregnant. Although Harsh was eager to hump the cunny of his Bobby wife, but her ass somehow enticed him more.

"Harsh....stop..aah....ahh....no more please!!!" Debosree was pleading the lines for the last five minutes but Harsh couldn't get his fill of the well rounded fair ass! What made Debosree more submissive was the promise she had given her mother. The more Harsh banged her ass, the more she hallucinated a smiling image of Promila giving a light maternal smile and pouting..."My sweet Debu!"

The whole imaginary image of her mother witnessing the ass banging made Debosree shiver more and she felt herself bumping her own ass back for more encouragement to Harsh, who happily realised his wife wanting more and in his sheer sweaty condition, the man smiled and banged the ass for some more time, this time making the bobby moan more in a combination of pain and pleasure.

Atlast in some moments, Harsh took out his cock out of the asshole and by this time his musky scent became more strong because of the sweat his body produced and it disturbed Debosree because she felt more submissive because of the manly stench! Such was the manly masculine aura of her husband that she almost felt that she was useless back as a man and perhaps she deserved to be a woman only.

"Debosree....I can't wait to get you pregnant!!! Bear my children!!! Aaaah...where is the ummm aaahh here it is!!"

A sweaty Harsh kissed the cheek of Debosree, which were pretty wet with tears of submission and embarrassment and then inserted his eager fat cock into the cunny, making the bobby panic a bit, but then somehow the cunny fucking proved to be far less painful than her ass being ravaged. Luckily her gates had been wide opened long back itself during the suhagraat and therefore, the fucking of her wet coven pleasured her, but still the discomfort in her male mind remained.

While Harsh fucked Debosree from behind, he also planted kisses on the curvy back and even licked the earlobes one after the other, making the bobby moan and also agitating her, while she held the pillow firm with her fingers and allowed her husband to have his way with her. Now that she had promised her mother, some more submissiveness added into her and she allowed the cock to pump in and out untill the hunk groaned like a beast and shooted gallons of potent thick semen straightaway into the hole. 

A last drop of tear escaped Debosree's eyes as she realised the sheer amount of semen inside her well fucked cunny, while Harsh enveloped her well and added more kisses on her neck and back.

While on the other hand, Daksh had pumped enough semen inside Pallavi, who moaned one last time before wrapping her self with her husband and kissing his lips one last time before they drifted to a deep satisfying sleep.

[Mintu08]

A very happy new year to all my dear readers!

Be tuned.

[Rangabaashyam]

Supeb update

[xbiilove]

happy new year.

Debu must have lost the senses already and find a place in lunatic asylum.

[Thangaraasu]

very very nice friend

[Ajay Kailash]

This is dark intense humiliation from the view point of debu. Ideally she should have committed suicide by now rather going through all these. You narration is super.

[Shivani sharma]

I just loved how this story is going. But the wait for next part is too much.

[Krish World]

Superb.
Prompt saturday update.

[BlackSun]

Update soon. One of the best stories

[Mintu08]

Chapter 37

Next morning, Guest House : 

Promila woke up on her lavish queen sized bed and she realised she was so tired that she couldn't even change her saree or blouse before sleep. With a long yawn, she admired her purple saree and without shame, she adored the jewelry she still wore and she realised she slept with the heavy jewelry the whole night. 

The widow kept thinking on the reception evening and specially the coupling of Debosree with Harsh. But her mind also diverted to the image of a smiling Pallavi with Daksh and then ofcoarse their ramp walks and most importantly, the naughty interview! 

"Eeesh...Debu must have felt so embarrassed to answer..." Promila sighed when she remembered the discomfort on Debosree's face when the child bearing question was asked all of a sudden. But then, she also remembered the lusty stare of Mohan! Not only that, but also his alarming presence which made her suddenly awakened from a latent slumber she was in for a long time, since her husband's death.

Just then, a sound popped out from her mouth..."bbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

Promila blushed when she burped all of a sudden and realised that she had ate quite well and that too spicy Marathi cuisine, who was so different from the light spiced Bengali meals she was used to and then, getting up from the bed to the large mirror, the widow suddenly studied her own figure in the lavish purple saree and suddenly felt the urge to compare it with the hefty well built Mrs Kulkarni.

The widow noticed she had recently gained a subtle amount of fat on her already well rounded body, but it was nothing compared to some of the hefty Marathi ladies she had met last evening who were relatives and friends of Prajakta. Thinking on those insignificant memories, she looked down to see her hips having a nice curve and then she realised why Mohan stared down there at times. The thought of the apparently flirty man made her blush a bit, but she couldn't really smile!

This wasn't something the Bong widow was used to!

However, just then the door to the room opened, surprising Promila, who suddenly adjusted her pallu and looked at the person who entered!

"Good morning Promila! slept well?" The voice belonged to none other than Prajakta Kulkarni, who stepped in wearing a very lavish silky robe which covered her hefty assets quite well because of its large size.

"Oh good morning......did........I mean Tai!" Promila sheepishly smiled. She suddenly remembered the right word and felt relieved. A voice in her cooed to her, to not angry the dominant Marathi lady.

"You didn't change? I had kept enough robes in the almirah for you dear!" Prajakta came near the widow and her eyes somehow seemed to study the figure of her samdhan in the purple saree. Not that she didn't eye her before at the event, but while doing it now, she smiled with mischief.

"Ummm no...sorry, was too tired!" Promila shivered a bit for no reason. The presence and the aura of her bobby son's mother-in-law was something undeniable!

"Hmmmmmmm..now that you are my guest for some days! Let me make sure you look radiant and fresh all day!.........Maalti! come inside!"

Promila looked ahead to see an even more hefty dark toned woman almost march inside and she had a passive aggression on her prominent features and her saree was clad in the typical Marathi-bai way with her strong and bulky calves well exposed. Infact, her nathani was large enough to match with her bulky build and despite being a regular bai, she intimidated Promila already, who just stood and stared at the apparently early 40ish lady.

"Malti, tula je je sangitle, tu karshil!" (Do as I have commanded you!) Prajakta cooed politely to the bai, who nodded with an apparent mischevious smile, which confused Promila a bit more.

"Promila, Malti will take good care of you untill you are my guest! She is known to attend guests very well!"

Prajakta smiled and left the room with a good amount of sway from her meaty buttocks clad well in the expensive silky robe. In the meantime, Malti smiled and walked close to a kind of of confused Promila, who was still wondering about what Prajakta had commanded to the maid.

"Maidam! namaste. I will take good care of you from now on! we will begin with a small massage!"

"A massage??" Promila was more confused now. She never had this kind of a service before by any maid or a masseur and she was amazed to be fair. However, Malti was very blunt with her words....

"Hau! (Yes) I will......and honestly speaking, I want to knead and crush that fair body of yours and feel the buttery smoothness of your skin!!"

Promila almost jumped with shivers at the blunt words from a mere maid of the house, but the way the bluntness was put forth, amazed the widow and she wondered how to respond, but the idea of a massage sounded very soothing to her. She suddenly felt royal and very privileged to get such a service, but still, Malati's words made her blush a bit and she purred....

"Malti, you are a bit too blunt....."

"Hau maidam! I am!!! hehe..........the whole world tells me so! Now, strip and lie down on the bed!!!"

"What....wait.....infront of you?" Promila gasped a bit. This was all so sudden and surreal at the same time. Being bluntly praised by a maid and then being commanded by her to strip right away!

"Hau maidam! dont worry. I will give the appropriate maalish to you. You won't be disappointed!"

Promila breathed a deep one this time and sighed with a mild gasp, looking at a cunningly smiling Maalti.

..................


In the meantime :

Both Pallavi and Debosree were present in the main hall and they had their heads bowed before Prajakta, who took a walk around them and at this moment she had an aura of the typical dominant mother-in-law and she looked and studied her bahus in their respective nauvari sarees with their noses pierced properly with big nathanis. Not only that, but also their heads were covered with pallus as aadarsh bahus.

"You both will now focus on one thing. Only and only one thing! Making me a proud and a happy grandmother!"

Pallavi blushed and bit her lower lip with a slow shy nodding, while she looked down and on the other hand, Debosree felt a thunder pass into her body. This was such a feudal and crude conversation and she didn't feel comfortable answering  her mother-in-law, but the buxom dominant lady didn't like the passive response from Debosree and she raised her voice a bit this time..."DEBOSREE!"

Debosree shivered a bit and mumbled her words....."I...ummmm..."

From the corners, the housemaids suppressed their giggles with their palms on looking at the frightened expression on the bobby's face and Pallavi on the other hand, poked her elbow and blinked softly, as if asking her to answer Prajakta. But Debosree wondered how could she saw such an awful thing, right infront of her ex-wife! 

"My son is so happy with you Debosree!!! I hope you will not disappoint me! Answer me!!!! When do you plan to make me a proud Grandmother!!! Answer!"

Debosree suddenly gasped and she almost spat out out of a mental push...."Yes I will!!" 

Pallavi wanted to pass out a mischevious giggle at that sudden answering from her ex-husband, but then, she rather kept quiet and blinked at a still panic-mode Debosree with a brief smile. The smile made Debosree feel more awful, but she felt even more awful at the commitment of bearing Harsh's child in her womb!

A womb!! Debosree thought to herself. Something which would seem so surreal just some months ago, was a dark reality now.

"Good! Debosree and Pallavi, I am very sure you both will not disappoint me!"

Debosree sighed, unaware of the fact that Subosree was sipping on her fresh Orange juice with raised eyebrows. Her ears still not being able to believe the words that came out of her bobby brother's beautiful suckable lips.

"I can't believe dadabhai said that!!! I mean.........eeeshh......is is ...this all real?" Subosree murmured softly to herself, while a naughty Falguni grabbed an apple and in doing so, she whispered into the bong girl's ear...."It is real!!! My bhau fucks her so well all night!!!"

Subosree wanted to slap the girl, but Falguni had already rushed out.

"Even more bitchy than Neelu!!!" Subosree murmured, while she noticed Prajakta dismissing her bahus, who then went to the kitchen straightaway. 

.............


Meanwhile :

Promila laid on the queen sized bed with just a white satin sheet covering her body. But still the widow bit her lip in shame because her cleavage and the legs from the below the knees were exposed totally to the eye of the frisky maid!

Even when Maalti climbed on top and sat on her knees, Promila could easily guess how robust and strong and meaty the thighs were of the maid, who smiled and dipped her fat fingers inside the bowl of warm oil. 

"Maidam! tell me one thing!" Maalti cooed as she began with the calves first. The maid realised how saggy and weak they were, typically of the bored widows she knew and she also knew she will enjoy teasing the Bong widow to the fullest. 

"Hmmmm ah.....yes Maalti?"

"Uff ho!!! don't say 'Yes' maidam!! Say it with a Marathi tone....."Hau!" c,mmon, say it!"

Promila suddenly felt a strange ticklish rush inside her. Why would she say it like a Marathi lady, when she barely said these words. But Maalti had a dominant aura just like her employer, and yet Promila purred....."How can I Maalti? umm.....I don't know these tones!"

Maalti stopped massaging and sighed with a blink, pouting.... "Are maidam!!! try no! You have such a sweet voice!"

"Umm okay Maalti.........H...Hau!"

"Ufff............this tone can drive the burly pehelwaans crazy!!! haaaii!!" Maalti smiled and applied a pressure on the knees, that almost made Promila moan and when she moaned, she blushed even more. The first blush were from the crude compliment from Maalti and second from the sudden pressure on her old knees..

"Ah Maalti.......easy!"

"Aga bai! You are so sensitive maidam!! Don't worry, I will make you more firm down there!!" 

Maalti cooed and dipped her hand further into the bowl of oil and kneaded the fair knees firmly, however now it added only more comfort than pain to Promila, who still felt shy and held her satin sheet firmly.

"Maidam, tell me something! Ummmm if you don't mind!" Maalti kept massaging the knees and then down to the calves and again back to the knees in a loop.

"Hmmm?" Promila cooed with a deep breath, enjoying the effect on her legs. 

"Debosree maidam was a ummmm mard before? Hmmmm?"

Promila hesitated to answer, but she felt a small tremor in her body at that very moment, when Maalti poured some oil on her feet and soon the toes ere gently massaged by the hefty maid.

"Uh.....well......yes...!" Promila had to be honest. She was well aware of the fact that almost everyone in the family knew the truth about Debosree. There was no need of pretence now. Anyways, Maalti raised an eyebrow in some mischievous delight and she nibbled the toes and continued to ask....

"Aga bai!! Who can say so? Debosree maidam is so feminine and so gorgeous!!! Ufff..... no way she was a mard before!!!"

"Mhmmmm....sniff.....you are right!" Promila dropped a tear from her eye, just randomly, from the sudden embarrasment of the reality that her son was now bobbyfied as a woman, who was living her life as someone's wife now! 

But the tiny tear dried out when Promila suddenly moaned again and the moan was a longer one when she realised Maalti has began massaging the area slightly above her knees. When the maid's fat fingers reached the zone above with the sheet slightly ascended up, Promila did feel a strange tickle between her thighs, which embarrassed her further.

"Maidam! My mard says that the Bobby discison was well taken!! Many na-mards deserved it!!! A mard should be like a pehelwan!! Firm, Strong and having the smell!!!"

The 'namard' crude word made Promila almost feel angry on her gods above for sending Debosree in the wrong body before, but anyhow, the 'smell' mention made her curious and somehow enjoying the warm oil massage on her legs, she purred...."Smell? Ummm....I didn't get you Maalti!"

"Uffff maidam!! A musky smell, which is usually emitted from a manly man! I am sure Debosree and Pallavi maidam must have smelt it too from Daksh and Harsh beta!!" 

Maalti cooed and naughtily grabbed a small mass of the lower thighs of Promila and kneaded it well, sending a wave of shivers inside the widow and she moaned again, and she felt somehow angry on the tone of her moans. Why did it sound so ambiguously sexual? For no reason!

"Ah your hands are so firm Maalti!!" Promila was amazed at the firmness of the maid's fingers. Ofcoarse, Maalti was a heavily built woman afterall.

"Are maidam!! You made me laugh! Nothing compares to a firmness of a strong man! If there were firm manly hands massaging you, you would know hehe!" 

"Dhatt! Maalti, you talk a lot! Hmm mm...mmm...." Promila closed there eyes and enjoyed the massage and for the moment, Maalti kept quiet too and just focussed on her massage.

.............


During the same moment :

Daksh and Harsh had taken a break from their office for some days and at this moment they pumped some bars in their house gym. Both brothers were bare bodied and their sexy bodies had a good amount of sweat, making them look even hotter..

As commanded by Prajakta, both Pallavi and Debosree had to take a glass of warm milk to their husbands as a post workout drink and this had to be done by the wives, as a part of the family ritual!

Debosree and Pallavi walked inside the Gym corridor and since it was a long way inside, they just kept walking with a large glass of warm milk on their soft hands. A naughty Pallavi looked aside to see the nervous expression on her once-husband's face and the way she swayed her body in the Nauvari saree she had clad.

"Debu! Isn't this a surreal dream?" Pallavi cooed as she walked along.

"Ah... I don't know.....I want to run away!!! Eeeshh...is this even real??" Debosree whined. She realised she could be open with her ex-wife in her privacy, which made her feel a little better atleast!

"O ho!! Look at you blush!! Debu!!! You sway like a woman! You blush like a woman and hmmmmm..you are stammering a bit again.....hey wait! Is Harsh giving trouble to your butt too? Oh maa go!"

Debosree stopped and looked a bit angrily towards Pallavi who giggled silently and purred..."um sorry Debu! I just had a feeling that....tell me no! Is it....?"

"I never knew even my ass would be in trouble too!!!!" Debosree groaned and almost wished she could throw the glass on the ground and run away from the house! But then she looked at the awed expression on her ex-wife, who realised her guess was absolutely right.

"Ohh maa go! Debu.....eeesh....that is so Kinky!! So ummm...kinda Hot too!!" Pallavi shamelessly opened her heart and Debosree sighed with more anger, adding...."PALO!!!!"

"Woops...sorry Debu! This whole idea of your buttocks being ravaged by my devar!! Uh...... Its so Kinky that you were my..."

"Uh stop it Palo!!! Can we just continue to walk for now!" Debosree hated to say such a thing, but she had to end the awful conversation and soon they both walked ahead, although Pallavi walked with strangely aroused nipples from the mental image of Debosree having her ass banged by the manly Harsh! Infact, the whole anal imagery made her curious for herself too and this made Pallavi blush!

............


Meantime :

"Aga bai! They must be planning on a honeymoon, right maidam??!!" Maalti had an excited tone as she slowly and softly massaged the arms of Promila, who just took deep breaths out of the sheer comfort she was recieving. Maalti played with each loose flab of minor fat on the arms and made sure she firmly kneaded the areas from top to down to the bangled forearms.

"Hmmmmmm I think...so too!!" Promila replied back with a moan. Such was the soothing massage that Maalti was giving her right now. 

"They will be doing so much of it no? Hmmm?" Maalti again had an excited tone, and this time Promila blushed. The image of Daksh and Harsh with Pallavi and Debosree popped up in her mind once more and while Pallavi had a smile, it was Debosree who looked nervous. As nervous as the bride aware of the potential ravaging!

"Uh........why not, it's their honeymoon!" Promila felt shy speaking of such things. But the massage from Maalti was kind of making her very open and she was strangely liking it. 

"Hehe...Debosree maidam looks so nervous all the time!!! But Deva!! Such a beauty she is and she resembles you too!" Maalti cooed and now focussed on the neck area. She dipped her hands in the bowl and behan massaging the sides of the neck, while Promila despite the discomfort from Debosree's mentioning, focussed more the warm feeling from the neck massage and she didn't reply this time. However, Maalti continued to converse...

"Maidam!! Harsh baba must be ramming your daughter quite well I am sure! Hmmm....Debosree baby is glowing day by day!!"

The words of Maalti in addition to the softcore massage made Promila murmer..."mhmmmm...ahm....". But the fact is, she felt more and more convinced that her bobby son was truely a woman now. She had to shamefully agree that a manly man like Harsh surely was giving her a good time, something which she couldn't do back as a man.

However, followed by the neck massage, Promila's cheeks and forehead and scalp was massaged well by Maalti, adding more soothing effect throughout the widow's body. None of them talked any further, but the crude conversation so far, did add some ticklish feeling inside the stomach of Promila! She didn't even mind the humiliation of Debosree from a mere maid, infact it was Maalti who further convinced her of the fact that her bobby son deserved to be a woman!

"Maalti is so right! Debu has such feminine traits!!! Eeeesh....the nervous look on her face reminded me of my nervousness at my suhagrat!!" Promila cooed in her mind and closed her eyes enjoying the further massage.

...........


Meanwhile, at the House Gym :

Both Pallavi and Debosree reached the Gym together and their nostrils welcomedcmed a musky pungent sweaty odour immediately. Debosree felt a bit disturbed with not only the aroma, but the sight before her big round beautiful eyes!

Harsh and Daksh, both were bare bodied from top and were pumping dumbells like freaks! Sweaty and dedicated! The sight disturbed Debosree, but enticed and amazed an already kinked up Pallavi, who found this contrast very heaty and firey. On one hand were she and Debosree clad in their tradtional sarees with the ghoonghat on top of their heads and on the other hand were their husbands bare bodied and sweaty, hitting the bars in their regular manly auras.

"Ah, there they are!" Daksh gestured towards the women to his younger brother.

"Yes! finally. Come in Debosree, Pallavi bhabhi!" Harsh smiled.

Pallavi bit her lip and looked at Debosree, who too looked back at her. There was a musky tension in the air and both Harsh and Daksh dropped the dumbells down in such a pace, that the 'THUD' sound almost sent a shiver inside Debosree, but the shiver which Pallavi felt was more of a pre-orgasmic one!

"Come here!" Daksh didn't bother to wipe his sweat, neither did Harsh and both the brothers smiled when they saw their saree-clad domesticated wives walk towards them with a natural sway. Compared to Pallavi, Debosree had slightly bigger hips which added an even more sexy sway and the bobby cursed the Bobby agency in her mind, for making it so. While, Pallavi on the other hand whiffed the manly scent and kept walking nearer and Daksh gestured his fingers towards her, curling them in a rythmic manner, as if teasing her to come near him.

On the other hand, Debosree trembled with each step. Both had their glasses of Milk on their hands and they only hoped they didn't drop it out of panic or fear. Little did they know that their husbands had a wicked plan in their minds.

Somewhere in the air, a slow tanpura played for both the couples as they stood not very far from each other. Harsh looked at the glass and then back at Debosree, smirking........"Hmmmmmm....warm milk for me, honey?"

"Uhmm.......ye..yes!" Debosree trembled for some unknown reason. She hated to confront her husband right infront of Pallavi, her ex-wife!

"For me sweetie?" Daksh raised an eyebrow, while Pallavi too shivered..."MMhmmmm!"

"Hmmmmmmmmm......this saree looks so good on you!" Harsh held the pallu of Debosree with his sweaty rugged palm and admired it for sometime. Pallavi too felt an erotic tension between her ex-husband and Harsh and her nipples erected devilishly in just viewing them together, but a bigger quiver hit her vulvic area, when Daksh held her chin and made her look at him. The sweat of the finger underneath the chin turned on Pallavi even more and so weak she felt inside, that she didn't mind the musky aroma nor the sweaty fingers touching her chin.

"Do as I say, okay?" Harsh dropped the pallu gently and neared Debosree, almost scaring the bobby. A trickle of sweat too flowed from the shiny forehead, just below her big maang! 

"Have this glass of milk for me!" Daksh cooed to Pallavi, who was confused...."Mmm...me?"

"But strip me first!" Harsh smirked once more and Debosree felt a thunderous jolt inside her body. Her curves almost jiggled in a shiver while Pallavi blushed deep and looked down. She felt a dark devilish erotic wave inside her to even remotely be intimate with Daksh, right infront of Debosree.

"Yank my cock out! Now!" Daksh grunted almost. His tone was serious.

"Come on, get down!!" Harsh commanded his wife too.

Pallavi and Debosree couldn't face each other now. Such were the intense shame in both of them, but Debosree was the one who felt she should jump off the window pane right now, at this moment. She was disgusted at what Harsh was implying and that too infront of two other people! One being his brother and the other her own ex-wife.

"You heared me?" Daksh gently scolded Pallavi, which made her shiver and she nodded silently, while pouting in a murmer to him....."Um Daksh....not here please!"

But Daksh pecked the lips of Pallavi in a sudden move, almost surprising her and then he murmured back......."Yup, right here!"

Meanwhile, Debosree murmred with fear in her eyes......"Harsh no please.......I can't.............". But Harsh kissed her cheek and cooed...."I mean my words.......Get down honey!"

Now the hunk husbands easily had the upper hand and somehow to Pallavi's surprise, Debosree kept the glass aside and got down on her knees first! The fact being that it was done from more of fear and less of genuine willingness! But later when she looked aside to see a surprised Pallavi, she felt a thunder pass her own body and she looked down in shame. Right infront of her nose was the waistband of her horny husband who almost emitted out grunts, beckoning her to yank it down and reveal his erect hard cock.

Pallavi suddenly felt more motivated from the sight of Debosree knealing down before her and this made her pass a mischeveous smile to Daksh and kneal down too and that too precisely besides the almost terrified bobby, who looked upto Harsh's eyes and saw the hornyness he had inside him. 

"Come on yank it down!!!" 

Both Harsh and Daksh almost syniced their voices in command and Pallavi looked at Debosree at this moment with a sensual blink, placing the glass of milk aside and she was the one to first yank the shorts of her husband slowly, very sensually untill it reached his knees and his angry dark cock almsot slapped her cheek.

"Ssss ouch!" Pallavi moaned when the slithead slapped her cheek, leaving a trail of aroused precum and with that patch on her cheek, she glared evilly at Debosree, who was suddenly held by the scalp by Harsh and he amost grunted out his words....."C'mmooonnnnn!!!!"

With trembling hands, Debosree yanked the shorts of her husband too, welcoming yet another hard cock which almost hit her nose straight and the moment it hit, she got shaken and she yanked her face away in disgust! 

"Its okay Debu.............just do itt....' Pallavi hissed from besides her and then looked back at the cock, admiring the veins, the dark tone and ofcoarse the fat length!

Debosree felt a minor heartbreak to see her once-wife admire the dark fat cock very close to her lips now. Pallavi deliberately made eye-contact with her bobby ex-husband and blew air to the slithole of the fat cockhead, making a sweaty Daksh almost grunt in anticipation of further pleasure. What was more awful to Debosree, was the cock of her own husband, similarly close to her own lips and not to mention, the pungent musky scent that arose from the cock.

"Hmmmmmmmmm..sweaty and musky!" Pallavi cooed and kissed the cockhead. The sloppy kiss sound in the silence of the gym caused a mental disturbance to an already terrified Debosree, who then looked at the cock very closely and this was the first time she studied Harsh's cock from up-close. The length, the veins and the girth was far more than what she had back as a man and this made her more mentally submissive. What distracted her more was the feminine feelings inside her body which resulted in erected nipples and a quivering vulva. 

"Hmmm hmmhhmmhmmmmmmm" Pallavi now began to suck the cock atlast and the sloppy sound only made Harsh yearn for his own blowjob. He almost angrily grunted now......"Urh! Debosree ccc'mmmonn!!! uh......go onnnn!"

Pallavi sucked her husband's cock and yet made a noble eye contact with Debosree, blinkng sensually at her, as if assuring her that it will be all okay! Infact, what kinked up even more was not only the fact that she was blowing her sweaty husband clad in clothes, but also the fact that she wanted to witness Debosree give a blowjob as well. Nipples erected and a wet vulva was the least, a horny girl like Pallavi could have!

On the other hand, Harsh felt angry inside and couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed the scalp of Debosree and almost made her mouth mash on his cock. The horrified bobby opened her mouth to gasp, but in that moment, the opened mouth welcomed the cockhead rather! 

"Ah Debosreeee.........suck me!!" Harsh grunted. He kept noticing his elder brother already immersed in pleasure and therefore, he could barely wait any longer. With breif animalistic grunts, he began pumping the cock in and out of Debosree's mouth, while her eyes remained wide open in horror to feel the fat cock pump in and out of her orally. Her heart pumped hard and her soul cried out of embarrasment to give a forced blowjob right infront of her ex-wife! What could be more worse to the bobby, but Harsh didn't care. He wanted his share of pleasure, just like his elder brother.

Now the atmosphere inside the gym quite easily heated up as Pallavi began to willingly give a sloppy blowjob to her husband, while Debosree almost chocked on the cock of Harsh, who held her scalp firm, without even shifting off the pallu dbanging it! The sight was something to behold as two women in their tradtional sarees blew their husbands, with the exception of one of them being reluctant to do so!

"Ahhh Pallavii............like my sweaty cock ehhh?? huhhhh??? aaaahhh....there it is!!! aaaah uhhh aaaahhhhhh yaaahahhhh aah!" 

Daksh groaned with gutteral sounds of pleasure as Pallavi blew him and getting even more further kinky, she even grabbed on to his hairy dark muscled ass and kneaded the firm cheeks, as she blew him. Just besides her, Debosree observed her ex-wife with shock in her eyes. Never had she seen Pallavi so intensely turned on as she was now. The pace and the grace of her blowing was something so surreal that it almost apalled the bobby, who also had a cock in her mouth, but the only difference being that her blowing was of reluctance, but somehow Harsh enjoyed his sweaty big cock inside the mouth of his beloved.

"Dddd deboossreee aaahhhhhhhhh uhhhh aaahhhhhhhhh take itttttt!!! ohhhhhhhhhhh aaaahhhh urghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" 

Harsh groaned too, just like his elder brother and he cherished this union of him and Daksh with their wives in the gym! Not only they enjoyed their masculine toxicity, but also enjoyed seing their wives submit, specially Harsh who kept grunting and fucking Debosree's mouth, as if it was an oral cunny in itself! However, the bobby was surely blowing the cock intensely now and in her mind, she was also undergoing chemical conflicts. One one end, the bobby felt disgusted because of her still-existent male mind and on the second instance, she strangely felt a stirring inside her as the cock pumped in and out of her mouth.

The choking of Harsh's cock in and out of Debosree's mouth made an even more gross sound in the silence of the gym, which made an immensely turned on Pallavi look at her bobby-ex-partner and inturn, emphasize her own mouth more and more on Daksh's cock as she held on to his strong ass even firmer with her long nails, so much so, that the almond nails almost scratched the hair on the ass, making Daksh howl like a madman and this time, he too grabbed onto his wife's pallu covered head and ram his cock in and out!

Both Harsh and Daksh were pacing up their pumping of their cocks in and out of the mouths of their wives with low gutteral grunts and it almost seemed like a blowjob race for both the couples. 

However, the bigger twist was yet to come, when suddenly Daksh and Harsh both yanked their cocks out of the mouths and almost synced their voices yet once again......

"GET THE GLASS HERE!!!! NOW!"

Pallavi out of a deep sexual thrill realised what was about to happen and she out of her sheer horniness got the glass and biting her lower lip, she placed the brim precisely underneath the cockslit of Daksh, while Harsh grabbed on the glass himself, almost shaking the earth off Debosree, who wanted to puke out her guts and run away from the current scenario.

But, alas, it was too late!

"Uuuurrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh taaaake ittt alllllllllllllll Pallavvviiii!!!!"

"AAARRGGHHHH Debosreeeeeeeee take mine toooo!!!!!"

Both brothers grunted with a wild animalistic aura and came in gallons inside the glass of milk. So much so, that their thick potent semen couldn't be classified at all from the milk texture. Such was both their potency!

Debosree gasped with fearful eyes as drop after drop of potent semen dropped in the glass held by Harsh, while Pallavi shamelessly bit her lower lip again and again when she eyed the drops from Daksh into the glass. Even more shamelessly, Pallavi looked aside to see Debosree's shocked reaction and this turned her on even more. 

"Ah! Drink it!" The brothers grunted together, ordering rightaway to their amazed and shocked wives!

"Oh god.....Dd...dakshh I ........" Pallavi hesitated. The task was so crude and yet so kinky!

"Uh Haaarsshhh I....I ccc..cant!' Debosree felt disgusted, even more so, that Pallavi was just besides her!

But the naked brothers with their yanked-to-the-knees shorts were very serious and while Pallavi sniffed the potency off the glass and got it near her lips. Debosree held the glass with shakey hands and looked disgustingly into the semen mixed milk. The aroma bothered the bobby even more, while Pallavi hissed to her softly. A line which Debosree was quite familiar with.....

"Go on Debu, its okay!"

The same soft tone of Pallavi had made the bobby fall in love with her long back, when she was a man and had spent moments of love and joy with her would-be wife and so on, but now the context was cruelly crude and Pallavi's smile looked more devilish than noble.

On the other hand, Pallavi decided to cooporate in this kinky context and she seductively and slowly sipped on her glass, savouring the semen-mixed milk and Debosree in all her horror witnessed the act! A tremor passed her heart when Pallavi licked the final drops off her lips, savouring every last bit of the potent milk. 

"No...............NOO!!!!! I WONT DO THISS!!!!" 

Debosree screamed and yanked the glass from Harsh's hand, almost tearing up her beautiful cheeks before running away from the gym. The act left Harsh dissatisfied and upset and even angry to a point, while Pallavi breathed deep and savoured her husband's potency, pouting in her mind....

"I know Debu, it won't be easy! But.........you will someday!"

Pallavi then saw an angry Harsh leaving the gym right away with his shorts pulled up in a high pace and just then Daksh looked down to his wife and pouted..."He will be fine!"

A naughty Pallavi did empathise with Debosree, but at this moment she felt the urge to scoop the remains of the semen from the glass corners and after scooping some from her long almond nails, she cooed back up at Daksh with a cunning smile...

"She will be okay too...."

[Mintu08]

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