Adultery How I made my wife fuck my friend

[Gopal Ratnam]

All these bastards are husbands friends ???

[Givemeextra]

Excellent Update. Wifey getting used very well.

[redarc]

are we getting any update sooner on this story???

[veenaimo]

nice story.. please give updates

[batman_406]

we all are desperately waiting for an update

[Kohsaitap]

The rest of the day passed with a strange mix of anticipation and normalcy. Priti and I went about our evening routine—cooking dinner, watching some TV, and casually chatting about work. But the air was thick with unspoken thoughts. Every time our eyes met, I could tell she was thinking about what had happened and what might come next. Her blush from earlier lingered in my mind, and I knew she was just as caught up in the thrill as I was.

That night, as we lay in bed, I couldn’t resist bringing it up. I slid my hand under her nightie, grazing her thigh, and whispered, “So, you’re ready for him to come back, huh?”

Priti swatted my hand playfully, but her voice had that familiar teasing edge. “Shut up, Rudra. You’re the one who practically invited him.”

I chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh, come on, you were blushing like a teenager when I told him to come back day after tomorrow. Don’t act like you’re not excited.”

She buried her face in the pillow, muffling a laugh. “You’re impossible. What if he actually brings his friends again? You saw how that Ravi guy was. He didn’t even care you were coming home.”

The mention of Ravi sent a jolt through me. The way he’d stormed in, so bold and unapologetic, had been intense. “Yeah, he’s a wild one. You think you could handle him?” I teased, my hand wandering up to her chest, gently kneading her breast.

Priti moaned softly, then pushed my hand away. “Stop it, Rudra. You’re getting me all worked up, and I need to sleep. I’ve got a big meeting tomorrow.”

I grinned, knowing I’d planted the seed. “Fine, fine. But you know you’re thinking about it. That thick cock of his… you loved it, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer, just turned over with a huff, but I could see the faintest smile on her lips as she drifted off. My mind, of course, was racing. The delivery guy—whose name we still didn’t know—was coming back, and I was already imagining how it would play out. Would he bring Ravi again? Or someone else? And what about Siddu? The thought of him working his charm on Nidhi was another layer of excitement. I wanted to see how far this could go.

The next day was a blur of work and routine, but by evening, Priti’s phone started buzzing with notifications. I was in the living room, scrolling through my phone, when she walked in, holding her phone with a mischievous look. “Guess who’s back to his old tricks?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Siddu?”

She nodded, plopping down next to me and showing me the screen. There was a new message from him, along with another dick pic—his cock hard and glistening, probably fresh from a shower. The caption read: *“Missing that sweet milk already. When can I get a taste?”*

I laughed, shaking my head. “This guy doesn’t quit. What’s he saying about Nidhi?”

Priti scrolled up, showing me their earlier conversation.

**Siddu:** *Hey, I pinged your sister-in-law like you said. She’s… interesting. Responded to my story with a fire emoji. Think she’s into me? ?*

**Priti:** *Lol, maybe. She’s not as uptight as she seems. Keep trying, playboy.*

**Siddu:** *Oh, I’m on it. But you owe me a reward for this. I want both cows in my barn. ?*

**Priti:** *Dream on. Get her first, then we’ll talk.*

Priti looked at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “He’s really going for it, Rudra. You think Nidhi will bite?”

I leaned back, my mind already painting vivid pictures. “If she’s sending fire emojis, she’s already curious. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll be putty in his hands once he turns on the charm.”

Priti smirked, nudging me. “You’re such a pervert. You really want to see your sister get fucked, don’t you?”

I didn’t deny it. “Hey, you’re the one who said it’d be hot to get milked together. I’m just following your lead.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she typed out a quick reply to Siddu: *“Keep me posted, milkman. Don’t mess this up.”*

The next morning, the day the delivery guy was supposed to return, I woke up with a raging hard-on. Priti was already up, sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a simple kurti and leggings. She looked calm, but I could tell she was on edge. The anticipation was killing us both.

“So,” I said, grabbing a mug and sitting across from her, “you picking out another saree for today?”

She shot me a look. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” I grinned. “Come on, you know you want to look hot for him. That black netted saree was a killer. What’s the plan today? Gonna let him rip another blouse?”

Priti blushed, stirring her coffee. “I don’t know, Rudra. It’s… it’s a lot. Yesterday was intense. And those other guys showing up? What if they come back?”

I leaned forward, my voice low. “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it? The risk? The idea that you’re being a little slutty, letting random guys have their way with you while I watch?”

Her breath hitched, and I knew I’d hit the right nerve. “You’re crazy,” she whispered, but her eyes were gleaming. “What if they get too rough? Or if they don’t stop?”

“Then we stop it,” I said firmly. “You call the shots, Priti. If it feels off, you say no, and I’ll step in. But if you’re into it… let’s see how far you can go.”

She didn’t respond right away, but the way she bit her lip told me she was already imagining it. “Fine,” she said finally. “But I’m not wearing a saree today. Too much hassle. I’ll wear something… easier.”

My cock twitched at the thought. “Oh? Like what?”

She smirked, standing up and heading to the bedroom. “You’ll see.”

An hour later, she emerged wearing a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves and a short black skirt that barely reached her thighs. No bra, just a thin thong underneath—I could tell from the way her nipples poked through the fabric. She looked like she was ready to be devoured.

“Fuck, Priti,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re gonna give that guy a heart attack.”

She twirled, giving me a playful wink. “Good. Let’s see if he can handle me.”

I set up the mini wifi cam in the living room this time, hidden behind a stack of books on the shelf. It had a perfect view of the sofa and the open space near the balcony. I connected it to my laptop and tested the feed—crystal clear. “All set,” I told her. “I’ll be in the bedroom, watching. Text me updates, and if anything feels wrong, just say the word.”

Priti nodded, her confidence growing. “Okay. But don’t you dare interrupt unless I say so.”

“Deal,” I said, giving her a quick kiss before heading to the bedroom and locking the door.

The wait felt like forever. My heart was pounding, my cock already hard as I sat with my laptop, the cam feed open. I kept checking my phone for any messages from Priti or Siddu. Nothing yet. Then, around 10:30 AM, the doorbell rang.

I heard Priti’s footsteps as she went to answer it. My screen lit up with the feed, and there he was—the delivery guy, dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans, looking a little more polished than last time. He stepped inside, and I noticed he was alone. No Ravi, no other guys. Part of me was relieved, part of me disappointed.

“Madam,” he said, his voice dripping with that same cocky confidence. “You look… wow. No saree today, but this is even better.”

Priti laughed, a little nervously. “You’re not here to fix the sink, are you?”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Sink’s fine, madam. I’m here for something else.” His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her chest. “You ready to give me what I want?”

Priti didn’t back away. Instead, she tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Depends. What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you ‘delivery guy’ in my head.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Call me Vijay. And you’re Priti, right? The hottest cow I’ve ever milked.”

I could see Priti’s cheeks flush, but she didn’t shy away. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, Vijay. What makes you think I’ll let you do anything?”

Vijay stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. “Because you loved it last time, madam. I saw how you moaned, how you begged for my cock. You want it again, don’t you?”

Priti bit her lip, and I could tell she was already getting turned on. “Maybe,” she said softly. “But you’re not in charge here. I am.”

“Oh, is that so?” Vijay said, his hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

He didn’t waste time. His hands were on her top, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts bounced free, and Vijay let out a low whistle. “Fuck, these are even better than I remembered.” He cupped them, squeezing roughly, and Priti let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his shoulders.

I was rock hard, my hand already on my cock as I watched. Vijay pushed her back toward the sofa, his lips on her neck, then her chest, sucking her nipples hard. Priti’s head tilted back, her moans filling the room. “Ohhh… Vijay…”

He pulled back, grinning. “You like that, madam? Want more?”

Priti nodded, her breath heavy. “Yes… but slow down. I want to enjoy this.”

Vijay laughed, clearly loving her confidence. “Whatever you say, madam.” He dropped to his knees, pushing her skirt up and pulling her thong down in one go. Her pussy was already glistening, and I could see her trembling with anticipation. Vijay didn’t hesitate—he dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her gasp.

“Ohhh… fuck…” Priti moaned, her hands gripping his hair. “Yes… like that…”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The way she was giving herself to him, the way her body responded—it was everything I’d fantasized about. My phone buzzed, and I glanced at it. A text from Priti: *“He’s so good… you watching?”*

I typed back quickly: *“Fuck yes. Keep going, baby. Let him eat you.”*

Vijay was relentless, his tongue working her pussy like an expert. He slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly while sucking her clit, and Priti’s moans grew louder. “Oh my god… Vijay… don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He kept going, his fingers moving faster, his mouth never leaving her. I could see her thighs trembling, her body arching as she got closer. “I’m… I’m gonna…” she gasped, and then she came, her whole body shaking as she gripped his head, riding out the orgasm.

Vijay stood up, wiping his mouth with a smug grin. “Told you, madam. You can’t resist me.”

Priti was still catching her breath, but she smirked back. “Don’t get cocky. You’re not done yet.”

She reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his underwear. His thick cock sprang free, and I could see Priti’s eyes widen with hunger. She didn’t hesitate—she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, then leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

“Fuck, madam…” Vijay groaned, his hands in her hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Priti sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing as she took him deeper. I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth, the way she moaned around his cock. My own hand was moving faster now, matching her rhythm. This was hotter than I’d ever imagined.

After a few minutes, Vijay pulled her up, pushing her back onto the sofa. “I need to fuck you now, madam,” he said, his voice rough with need. He spread her legs, positioning himself between them, and rubbed his cock against her pussy. “You want this, don’t you?”

Priti nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Yes… fuck me, Vijay.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed inside her, slow at first, letting her adjust to his thickness. Priti gasped, her hands gripping the sofa cushions. “Ohhh… so thick…”

Vijay started moving, his thrusts deep and deliberate, making her moan with every stroke. “You like that, madam? You like my cock in your tight pussy?”

“Yes… yes…” Priti panted, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”

He obliged, picking up the pace, slamming into her with a rhythm that filled the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Priti was lost in it, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. “Ohhh… fuck… yes… Vijay…”

My phone buzzed again. Another text from Priti: *“He’s so fucking good… you still watching?”*

I replied: *“Can’t look away. You’re such a slut, baby. Keep going.”*

Vijay flipped her over, pulling her to her knees on the sofa. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips as he fucked her hard. Priti’s moans were louder now, almost desperate. “Oh my god… yes… fuck me… don’t stop…”

I was so close to cumming, my hand moving furiously as I watched. Vijay was relentless, his hands slapping her ass as he pounded her. “You’re my slut now, madam,” he growled. “You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, aren’t you?”

Priti didn’t answer, just moaned louder, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Vijay reached around, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, and that pushed her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Vijay wasn’t far behind. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. Priti turned around quickly, opening her mouth as he shot his load across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, and I nearly lost it right there.

As Vijay caught his breath, Priti grabbed her top and wiped herself off, a satisfied smile on her face. “You’re not bad, Vijay,” she said, her voice teasing. “But you better not tell anyone about this.”

He grinned, pulling up his jeans. “Don’t worry, madam. My lips are sealed. But I’m coming back for more.”

As he left, Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, her face flushed and her body still trembling. She saw me on the bed, my laptop open, my cock still in my hand. “Enjoy the show?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

“Fuck, Priti,” I said, pulling her onto the bed. “You were incredible.”

She straddled me, her pussy still wet from Vijay. “You’re such a pervert,” she said, but she was smiling. “What now? You want me to fuck him again? Or Siddu? Or maybe your sister?”

I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. “All of it, baby. I want to see you fucked in every way possible.”

She leaned down, kissing me hard. “Then you better keep up, because I’m just getting started.”

As we fucked, my mind was already racing with plans—Siddu, Nidhi, maybe even Ravi and his crew. The possibilities were endless, and I knew Priti was ready to explore them all.

[Givemeextra]

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She straddled me, her pussy still wet from Vijay. “You’re such a pervert,” she said, but she was smiling. “What now? You want me to fuck him again? Or Siddu? Or maybe your sister?”

I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. “All of it, baby. I want to see you fucked in every way possible.”


As we fucked, my mind was already racing with plans—Siddu, Nidhi, maybe even Ravi and his crew. The possibilities were endless, and I knew Priti was ready to explore them all.

Excellent update.
Would love to see an episode of Priti/Nidhi once and of course Priti  + others.

[Razz]

Super hot, today only I read it twice

[Kohsaitap]

The days following Vijay’s visit were a whirlwind of tension and unspoken desires. Priti and I settled back into our routine, but the air in our apartment crackled with the afterglow of her encounter. Every glance, every touch carried a new weight—like we were both teetering on the edge of something bigger, something wilder. My fantasies were spiraling, and I could tell Priti was riding the same wave, her confidence growing with each step we took into this uncharted territory.

The mini wifi cam was now a permanent fixture, discreetly tucked into corners of the living room and bedroom, ready to capture whatever came next. Priti didn’t protest anymore; in fact, she’d started teasing me about it, casually adjusting her top in front of the lens or sending me sultry looks when she knew I was watching the feed. It was like she was embracing her role as the star of my fantasies, and I was more than happy to direct the show.

That evening, as we lounged on the couch, Priti’s phone buzzed with a new message from Siddu. She smirked, holding it up for me to see. It was another cock pic, this time with a caption: “Ready for round two, cow? Your sister-in-law’s playing hard to get, but I’m working on it.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “This guy’s relentless. What’s the deal with Nidhi? Any progress?”

Priti scrolled through their chat, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “He’s been texting her, and she’s responding—slowly, but she’s biting. She sent him a selfie yesterday, nothing too spicy, just her in a tight kurti. But you know Siddu, he’s probably already imagining her naked.”

I leaned closer, my hand resting on her thigh. “And you? You’re okay with him chasing her? Or are you jealous?” I teased, my fingers tracing circles on her skin.

Priti swatted my hand, but her eyes sparkled. “Jealous? Please. I’m the one he’s begging for. But…” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. “The idea of him fucking both of us… it’s kinda hot, isn’t it?”

My cock twitched at her words. “Fuck, Priti, you’re gonna kill me. You really want that? A threesome with Nidhi?”

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s… intense to think about. But I know you want it.” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “You want to see your sister’s tits bouncing while Siddu fucks her, don’t you?”

I groaned, pulling her onto my lap. “You’re such a tease. But yeah, I want it. And I want to see you fucked by more guys, too. Vijay was just the start.”

Priti’s breath hitched, and I could feel her getting wet through her leggings. “More guys, huh? Like who?”

I grinned, my mind racing. “Anyone. Everyone. The watchman, the college kid in the lift, hell, maybe even that uncle who was peeping from the balcony. I want you to be a slut for them, Priti. Let them see how fucking gorgeous you are.”

She moaned softly, grinding against me. “You’re so fucked up, Rudra. But… I kinda love it.”

We fucked right there on the couch, her riding me hard as I whispered filthy scenarios in her ear—her seducing strangers, flashing her tits to delivery guys, getting fucked in public. She came twice, her moans louder than ever, and I knew we were both hooked on this game.

The next morning, Priti woke up with a glint in her eye. She was already planning something, I could tell. As we sipped our coffee, she casually mentioned, “Vijay’s supposed to come back today, right? For the ‘sink repair’?”

I nodded, my pulse quickening. “Yeah. You ready for him?”

She smirked, standing up and heading to the bedroom. “Oh, I’m ready. But this time, I’m gonna make him work for it.”

An hour later, she emerged in an outfit that made my jaw drop. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, so thin you could see the outline of her black bra underneath, and a tight, knee-length skirt that hugged her curves. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, and she’d applied a bold red lipstick that screamed seduction. “What do you think?” she asked, twirling slowly.

“Jesus, Priti,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re gonna give him a fucking heart attack. Or make him cum in his pants.”

She laughed, adjusting her blouse to show just a hint more cleavage. “Good. Let’s see how much he can handle.”

I checked the cam feed on my laptop, making sure everything was set. “I’ll be in the bedroom, watching. Text me updates, and… push him, Priti. Tease him. Make him beg.”

She winked, blowing me a kiss. “Oh, I will.”

The doorbell rang at exactly 10:45 AM. I retreated to the bedroom, locking the door and pulling up the cam feed. Priti opened the door, and there was Vijay, looking sharper than before in a fitted black shirt and jeans. His eyes widened as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her chest.

“Madam,” he said, his voice low and hungry. “You’re making it hard to focus on any sink repair.”

Priti leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms to push her breasts up even more. “Who said anything about a sink, Vijay? You’re here for something else, aren’t you?”

He grinned, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “You know why I’m here, madam. You look like you’re ready to be milked again.”

Priti didn’t back down. She stepped closer, her voice teasing. “Maybe. But you’re gonna have to earn it this time. I’m not just gonna spread my legs for you.”

Vijay’s eyes darkened with lust. “Oh, I’ll earn it, madam. You’ll be begging for my cock again.”

She laughed, turning and walking toward the living room, her hips swaying deliberately. “We’ll see about that. Come on, let’s have a drink first.”

I watched, my cock already throbbing, as she poured two glasses of whiskey from the bar cart. Vijay raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her boldness. “Drinking in the morning, madam? You’re full of surprises.”

Priti handed him a glass, clinking hers against it. “You have no idea, Vijay.” She took a slow sip, letting a drop of whiskey roll down her chin and onto her chest. Vijay’s eyes followed it, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said, setting his glass down and stepping closer. His hands were on her waist, pulling her against him. “You want to play games, madam? I’m game.”

Priti tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Then play, Vijay. Show me what you’ve got.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips were on her neck, kissing and biting as his hands roamed her body. He tugged at her blouse, pulling it open to reveal her bra, and groaned. “No bra today would’ve been better, but this’ll do.” He unhooked her bra with one hand, letting it fall to the floor, and his mouth was on her breasts in an instant, sucking her nipples hard.

Priti moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Ohhh… Vijay… slow down…”

But he didn’t. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands sliding under her skirt to pull her thong down. “You don’t want slow, madam,” he growled, his fingers finding her pussy. “You’re already wet for me.”

She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. “Fuck… you’re so cocky…”

“And you love it,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her, pumping slowly. “Tell me you want my cock, madam.”

Priti bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed. “Not yet… you haven’t earned it.”

I was stroking myself now, my eyes glued to the screen. Priti was playing him like a pro, teasing him to the edge.

Vijay was practically growling now, his fingers moving faster. “Come on, madam, stop teasing. You know you want this.” He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick cock and stroking it in front of her.

Priti’s eyes widened, but she didn’t give in. Instead, she pushed him back, dropping to her knees. “You want me to suck this?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. “Then say ‘please,’ Vijay.”

He groaned, his hands in her hair. “Please, madam… suck my cock.”

She smiled, leaning forward and taking him in her mouth, slow and deliberate. Vijay’s head fell back, his moans filling the room. “Fuck… you’re so good… madam…”

Priti worked him expertly, her tongue swirling around his tip, her hands stroking his shaft. She pulled back, looking up at him. “You like that, Vijay? Want more?”

“Yes… fuck, yes…” he panted, his hips thrusting toward her mouth.

She stood up, pushing him toward the sofa. “Then sit down. I’m in charge today.”

Vijay obeyed, sitting back as Priti straddled him, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She rubbed her pussy against his cock, teasing him without letting him inside. “Beg for it, Vijay,” she said, her voice commanding. “Tell me how bad you want to fuck me.”

“Please, madam,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “I need to fuck you… please…”

Priti smirked, lowering herself just enough to let the tip of his cock brush her entrance. “Good boy,” she said, then slid down, taking him inside her with a loud moan. “Ohhh… fuck, you’re so thick…”

I was losing it, my hand moving faster as I watched her ride him. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her moans growing louder. Vijay was in heaven, his hands all over her, slapping her ass and squeezing her tits. “Fuck, madam… you’re so tight… so fucking good…”

Priti leaned forward, whispering in his ear. “You like fucking me, Vijay? You like my pussy?”

“Yes… fuck, yes…” he groaned, thrusting up to meet her.

Priti glanced at the camera, a wicked smile on her face, like she knew I was watching every second. She rode him harder, her moans turning into cries. “Ohhh… Vijay… fuck me… harder…”

He was close, his thrusts erratic. “Madam… I’m gonna cum…”

“Not inside,” Priti said firmly, sliding off him and dropping to her knees. She stroked his cock, aiming it at her chest. “Cum on me, Vijay.”

He groaned, his cock pulsing as he shot his load across her breasts, some of it hitting her chin. Priti moaned, rubbing it into her skin like it was a trophy. “Good boy,” she said, licking her lips.

Vijay collapsed back on the sofa, panting. “Fuck, madam… you’re something else.”

Priti stood up, grabbing her blouse and wiping herself off. “You’re not so bad yourself, Vijay. But don’t think this is a regular thing. You’ve gotta keep earning it.”

He grinned, pulling up his jeans. “Oh, I’ll be back, madam. You can count on that.”

As he left, Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, her skirt still hiked up, her blouse half-open. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “Did you like that, pervert?” she asked, her voice teasing.

I pulled her down, kissing her hard. “You’re fucking incredible, Priti. I want more.”

She laughed, grinding against me. “Oh, you’ll get more. But first, you’re gonna fuck me. I’m still horny.”

We fucked like animals, her pussy still wet from Vijay, her moans echoing in my ears. As I came inside her, my mind was already racing with the next step. Vijay was one thing, but I wanted to push her further—strangers, public places, maybe even Siddu and Nidhi together. And then there was the delivery guy’s friend, Ravi, and his bold promise to come back. The game was far from over.

Later that evening, as we lay in bed, Priti’s phone buzzed again. It was Siddu, this time with a video. My heart raced as she opened it—it was a short clip of Nidhi, sitting in a café, laughing at something Siddu said. The camera lingered on her cleavage, her tight top leaving little to the imagination. The message read: “Getting closer. She’s into me. You ready for that threesome yet?”

Priti looked at me, her eyes wide. “He’s really doing it, Rudra. He’s gonna fuck her.”

I grinned, pulling her close. “Good. Let’s make it happen. But first, let’s plan something… bolder.”

Priti raised an eyebrow. “Bolder? Like what?”

I leaned in, my voice low. “Tomorrow, when the next delivery comes, I want you to answer the door in nothing but a towel. Let whoever it is see you. Tease them. Maybe even flash them.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t say no. “You’re insane,” she whispered, but her smile told me she was in.

The next morning, we waited. Priti was nervous but excited, pacing the living room in her robe. When the doorbell rang, she looked at me, her eyes gleaming. “You sure about this?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, already pulling up the cam feed. “Go for it, slut.”

She dropped her robe, wrapping a small towel around her body, barely covering her breasts and ass. She opened the door, and there was a new delivery guy—not Vijay, but a younger guy, maybe in his mid-20s, with a scruffy beard and a surprised look on his face.

“Uh… package for Priti?” he stammered, his eyes glued to her barely covered body.

Priti smiled, leaning forward slightly, letting the towel slip just enough to show the tops of her breasts. “That’s me. Wanna come in and put it on the table?”

The guy’s jaw dropped, but he nodded, stepping inside. I watched, my cock throbbing, as Priti played her part to perfection, ready to take our game to a whole new level

[abcturbine]

wonderful narration...keep it slow and kinky...

[exbiixossip2]

hi bro...

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[Kohsaitap]

The days after Priti’s steamy encounter with Vijay, and the so-called delivery guy, were charged with restless energy. The image of her standing at the door in that towel, was burned into my mind. Priti was stepping into her role as a seductress with a quiet confidence that hid her inner fire. Beneath her calm, orthodox exterior, she was a pure vixen, and I was hooked on watching her unleash it.

Priti and Nidhi, my sister, shared that same duality—prim and proper on the surface, but craving something wilder beneath. They weren’t the types to jump into a threesome overnight; their orthodox upbringings made them cautious, calculated, even as their desires simmered. I knew getting them together with Siddu would take time, so I focused on pushing their boundaries separately, letting the tension build.

That evening, as we relaxed in the living room, Priti’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Siddu’s at it again,” she said, showing me the screen. A new message with a video attachment and a caption: “Check this out, cow. Your sister-in-law’s getting bold.”


My pulse spiked as Priti hit play. The video was raw, shot from Siddu’s phone propped on his car dashboard. Nidhi sat in the passenger seat of his SUV, her hair slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and thrill. She wore a tight, low-cut red dress, the thin straps straining against her curves. One strap had slipped entirely off her shoulder, letting her left breast spill free, the dark areola stark against her skin as it swayed with her movements. The dress was so low that even the other breast was barely contained, the fabric clinging precariously, threatening to expose more. Siddu’s voice cut through, teasing and smug. “Come on, Nidhi, don’t act shy. You know you’re loving this.”
Nidhi’s laugh was shaky but tinged with excitement. “You’re such a bastard, Siddu.” Her hands moved to his jeans, unzipping them with a boldness that stunned me. The camera caught her pulling his cock free—hard, thick, pulsing. Her exposed breast jiggled as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around him, sucking slowly at first, then with a hungry rhythm. The way her tit hung out, bouncing slightly with each bob of her head, was mesmerizing—her orthodox facade shattered in that moment, her body betraying her desire. Siddu groaned, his hand guiding her hair. “Fuck, Nidhi… look at you, that tit out and everything… you’re a fucking natural.”
The video cut off after a minute, but the image of Nidhi’s breast fully exposed, swaying as she worked him, burned into my mind. Priti’s breath was ragged, her eyes wide. “Jesus, Rudra,” she whispered. “Her tit was just… out there. She didn’t even try to fix it.”
I nodded, my cock twitching. “She’s got that wild streak, just like you. Either she didn’t notice or she wanted it out. Fucking hot either way.”
Priti shook her head, a mix of awe and jealousy in her voice. “No way she knows he filmed it. She’d lose her shit. But… goddamn, that dress barely holding her together, her tit just hanging like that… it’s driving me crazy.”
I pulled her close, my hands tracing her curves. “Jealous she’s stealing the show, or is this making you wet?”
She smirked, her hand grazing my erection. “Both. I’m annoyed he’s got her acting like that, but fuck, seeing her tit out, sucking him like she’s starved… I want to top it.”
I grinned, my mind spinning with plans. “Good. I want Siddu to fuck you senseless, Priti. Then I want him to take Nidhi. Separately, for now. Let’s make them both beg for it.”
Priti moaned, pressing herself against me. “You’re such a dirty bastard. I’m in. I want him again, and I want every detail of Nidhi letting go.”
We fucked hard that night, Priti riding me with a ferocity fueled by the video—the image of Nidhi’s exposed breast, swaying as she sucked Siddu off, looping in our heads. As Priti came, her nails clawing into me, I pictured Siddu with each of them, their prim exteriors crumbling as they gave in to their deepest urges.


The next morning, Priti was buzzing with energy, texting Siddu to pry for details. His replies were smug, full of hints about his plans for both women. “He wants to meet tonight,” Priti said, showing me the chat. “Says he’s free and wants to ‘celebrate’ his win with Nidhi.”

I leaned back, my pulse racing. “Tell him I’m out of town again. Invite him over, Priti. Wear something that’ll make him lose his mind.”

She didn’t hesitate. By evening, she was ready, dressed in a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves, her nipples poking through without a bra, and a short black skirt with a tiny thong underneath. Her makeup was bold—dark eyeliner, red lipstick, her hair cascading in waves. She looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

I checked the cams in the living room, ensuring every angle was covered, and retreated to the second room with my laptop. “Have fun, baby,” I said, kissing her deeply. “Make him work for it.”

Priti winked, her confidence radiating. “Oh, he will.”

The doorbell rang at 8 PM. The cam feed showed Siddu stepping inside, looking sharp in a fitted black shirt and jeans, his eyes widening at Priti’s outfit. “Fuck, Priti,” he said, his voice low. “You’re gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?”

Priti leaned against the door, her breasts pressed forward. “Maybe. You think you deserve me after that stunt with Nidhi?”

Siddu grinned, stepping closer. “You loved that video, didn’t you? I can tell. You’re dying to have me.”

She tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Prove it, milkman. Tell me what happened with Nidhi. Every detail.”

Siddu’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him. “You want the dirt? Alright. We went for drinks, and she was all prim and proper at first. But after a couple of beers, she got flirty. Took her for a drive, parked near the airport, and… you saw what she did. She’s got a wild side, just like you.”

Priti’s breath hitched, her hands resting on his chest. “Did you fuck her?”

“Not yet,” Siddu said, his grin widening. “She’s playing coy, but she’s texting me flirty shit all the time. I’ll have her soon, Priti. And then I’ll have you both.”

Priti’s eyes gleamed, her orthodox mask slipping as her inner slut took over. “You’re so cocky, Siddu. Think you can handle me tonight?”

His hands slid to her ass, squeezing hard. “Oh, I’ll handle you, madam.”

Priti pushed him back, guiding him to the sofa. “Not so fast. You want me? Beg for it.”

Siddu raised an eyebrow, clearly loving the challenge. “Please, Priti… I need you. Been dreaming about your pussy all week.”

She straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her thong. “That’s a start. Tell me what you’ll do to me.”

Siddu groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. “I’ll fuck you until you scream. Suck those perfect tits, eat you out until you’re begging, then fuck you in every way you want.”

Priti smirked, grinding against him slowly, letting him feel her heat. “Better. Keep going.”

She slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs and unbuttoning his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and she stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You want my mouth, Siddu?”

“Please… fuck, Priti, suck it,” he groaned, his hips bucking.

She teased him, licking the tip slowly, making him squirm. “Say it again.”

“Please… suck my cock,” he begged, his voice desperate.

Priti took him deep, her mouth working him with skill, her moans vibrating against him. Siddu’s hands were in her hair, his groans filling the room. “Fuck… you’re so good…”

She sucked him for a few minutes, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his shaft and balls. Then she stood, slipping off her top and skirt, leaving just her thong. She pushed him back, climbing over him and straddling his face. “Eat me, Siddu,” she commanded, lowering her pussy onto his mouth.

Siddu dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her moan loudly. “Ohhh… fuck, yes…” Priti’s hands gripped the sofa, her hips grinding against his face. “Just like that…”

I was stroking myself, the sight of her riding his face pushing me to the edge. Siddu’s hands were on her ass, pulling her closer, his tongue working her with precision. Priti’s moans grew louder, her body trembling. “Oh my god… Siddu… I’m gonna cum…”

She came hard, her cries echoing, her thighs shaking around his head. Siddu kept licking her through the orgasm until she collapsed forward, panting.

Priti slid off him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good at that. Now fuck me.”

Siddu stood, pulling her to her feet and bending her over the sofa arm. He yanked her thong down, spreading her legs and rubbing his cock against her pussy. “You ready, Priti?”

“Yes… fuck me,” she moaned, pushing back against him.

He thrust into her, deep and hard, making her cry out. “Ohhh… fuck, Siddu… so good…”

Siddu fucked her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips, slapping her ass as he pounded her. Priti’s moans turned into screams, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”

He flipped her over, pulling her to the sofa’s edge and entering her in missionary. He fucked her hard, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck… Priti… you’re so tight…”

Priti’s body arched, her moans desperate. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum again…”

He rubbed her clit as he fucked her, pushing her over the edge. Priti screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit. Siddu groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. “Where do you want it?”

“On my face,” Priti said, dropping to her knees, her mouth open. Siddu came hard, his load splashing across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, a satisfied smile on her face.

Siddu collapsed onto the sofa, panting. “Fuck, Priti… you’re unreal.”

She smirked, wiping herself off with her top. “You’re not bad, milkman. But you’ve got work to do with Nidhi.”

He grinned, catching his breath. “Oh, I’m on it. Give me a few days, and I’ll have her screaming my name too.”

As Siddu left, Priti locked the door and came to the second room, her body flushed and trembling. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “Enjoy that, pervert?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

I pulled her down, kissing her hard. “You’re fucking incredible, Priti. I want to see you do that again… and I want to see Nidhi with him next.”

She laughed, grinding against me. “Patience, Rudra. We’re getting there.”

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A few days later, Siddu’s persistence with Nidhi paid off. Priti showed me a new message from him: *“Got her. Meet me tonight, and I’ll tell you everything.”*

That evening, Siddu came over while I was “out of town” again. Priti wore a simple but tight white dress, no bra, her curves on full display. I watched from the second room, the cam feed live on my laptop.

Siddu didn’t waste time, pulling Priti close as soon as the door closed. “You want to know about Nidhi?” he asked, his hands already on her ass.

Priti nodded, her voice teasing. “Every detail, milkman. Don’t leave anything out.”

He grinned, guiding her to the couch. “Took her out last night. She was all shy, acting like the perfect orthodox sister. But after a few drinks, she was all over me. Took her to my place, and… fuck, Priti, she’s wilder than I expected.”

Priti’s eyes gleamed, her hands unbuttoning his shirt. “What did she do?”

Siddu’s voice was rough with excitement. “She sucked my cock like she was starving for it. Then I bent her over my bed and fucked her hard. She kept begging for more, saying she hasn’t been fucked like that in years.”

Priti moaned, straddling his lap. “Fuck, that’s hot. Did you film it?”

Siddu shook his head. “Not this time. She’s too cautious. But I’ll get her to loosen up.”

Priti pulled his jeans down, his cock springing free. She stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You better. But right now, you’re mine.”

She sank to her knees, taking him in her mouth, sucking him deep and slow. Siddu groaned, his hands in her hair. “Fuck, Priti… you’re better than her…”

Priti worked him with skill, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his balls. Then she stood, slipping off her dress and revealing her naked body. She pushed him back, straddling him and guiding his cock inside her. “Fuck me, Siddu,” she moaned, riding him slowly at first, then faster.

Siddu gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. “You’re so fucking tight… better than Nidhi…”

Priti’s moans filled the room, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. “Harder… fuck me like you fucked her…”

He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs and pounding her hard. Priti’s screams echoed, her body arching with each thrust. “Yes… Siddu… don’t stop…”

He rubbed her clit, pushing her toward another orgasm. Priti came hard, her body shaking, her cries deafening. Siddu pulled out, stroking himself and cumming across her stomach, groaning as he collapsed beside her.

As he caught his breath, Priti smirked. “Not bad, Siddu. But I’ve got to see you get Nidhi next time. I want to hear her scream in person.”

Siddu grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “Deal. Give me a week, and I’ll make it happen.”

[Kohsaitap]

The next morning, Priti was glowing, her orthodox facade back in place as she sipped coffee in the kitchen, dressed in a simple kurti that hugged her curves just enough to keep my mind on last night’s show. But I could see the fire in her eyes, the way her lips curled slightly when she caught me staring. She knew we were in deep, and she was loving every second of it.

“Siddu’s good, Rudra,” she said, her voice low, teasing. “He’s got that cocky charm, and he knows how to use it. But I want to see him with Nidhi. I want to watch her lose it, just like I did.”

I leaned against the counter, my cock twitching at the thought of Nidhi unraveling under Siddu’s touch, her prim exterior crumbling as she gave in. But there was something else burning in my chest, something I’d kept buried for years, and this morning, with the high of last night still coursing through me, I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Priti,” I said, setting my mug down and stepping closer to her. My voice was low, almost a growl, as I locked eyes with her. “Once Siddu gets you and Nidhi together, fucking you both like the sluts you’re becoming… I’m gonna take her myself.”

Priti’s eyes widened, her coffee mug pausing halfway to her lips. “What? Rudra, you mean… Nidhi? Your sister?”

I nodded, my jaw tight, the confession spilling out like a dam breaking. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking her, Priti. Mercilessly. Ever since we were younger, I’d catch glimpses of her—her curves, the way her hips swayed in those tight salwars, the way her blouse strained when she leaned over. I wanted to rip her clothes off and take her, make her scream my name while I pounded her into the bed.”

Priti’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing, but she didn’t look away. “Fuck, Rudra… that’s… intense. You really want to do that to her?”

I stepped closer, my hands gripping her waist, pulling her against me. “This morning, I woke up thinking about it. Picturing her on her knees, her tits spilling out of that red dress from Siddu’s video, begging me to fuck her. I want to bend her over, pull her hair, and fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. I want to see her orthodox mask shatter, see her give in to being my slut, just like you have.”

Priti’s eyes gleamed with a mix of shock and arousal. She set her mug down, her hands sliding up my chest. “You’re such a fucking pervert,” she whispered, but her voice was thick with desire. “You want to fuck your own sister like that? Watch her scream while you… destroy her?”

I groaned, my cock hardening against her. “Yes. And I want you there, Priti. I want you to watch me take her, maybe even join in. Imagine it—Siddu fucking you, me fucking Nidhi, all of us lost in it. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Priti moaned softly, her hips pressing against me. “God, you’re insane. But… yeah, I’d watch. I’d want to see her lose it, see you make her yours. And then I’d want you to fuck me even harder afterward.”

I kissed her hard, my hands sliding under her kurti, squeezing her breasts. “We’ll make it happen, Priti. Siddu’s gonna get Nidhi ready, break her down until she’s begging for it. And when he does, I’ll step in. I’ll fuck her until she can’t think straight, until she’s screaming for me. And you’ll be right there, loving every second.”

Priti’s breath was ragged, her body trembling against mine. “You’re gonna ruin us both, Rudra,” she said, but her smile was wicked, her eyes burning with excitement. “Let’s do it. Let Siddu work his magic on her, get her here. And maybe… maybe we bring Vijay back too. Make it a fucking party.”

My mind raced, the possibilities unfolding—Siddu fucking Nidhi, Priti taking on Vijay, and me finally claiming my sister in the most primal way. The game was escalating, and we were both ready to push it to the edge.

“Deal,” I said, pulling her toward the bedroom. “But first, I’m gonna fuck you senseless, imagining it’s Nidhi under me.”

Priti laughed, already unbuttoning my shirt. “You’re a sick bastard, Rudra. But I’m all in.”

As we fucked, my mind was consumed with the image of Nidhi—her exposed breast from the video, her body trembling as I took her mercilessly, her screams mixing with Priti’s moans. The game was far from over, and I was ready to make every twisted fantasy come true.

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“Priti,” I said, setting my mug down and stepping closer to her. My voice was low, almost a growl, as I locked eyes with her. “Once Siddu gets you and Nidhi together, fucking you both like the sluts you’re becoming… I’m gonna take her myself.”

Priti’s eyes widened, her coffee mug pausing halfway to her lips. “What? Rudra, you mean… Nidhi? Your sister?”

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[Kohsaitap]

The days after my confession to Priti had melted into a whirlwind of simmering tension and unspoken promises. I'd laid it all bare—my twisted, long-buried desire for Nidhi, my own sister, a craving that had haunted me since our teenage years. Priti, my wife of five years, hadn't recoiled or judged; instead, her eyes had darkened with intrigue, and she'd pulled me into bed that night, her body grinding against mine as she murmured explicit scenarios involving Nidhi's curves, her innocence shattered under my touch. Our sex had never been more intense, fueled by those forbidden whispers, but it wasn't enough. I needed the real thing—the heat of Nidhi's skin, the gasp of her surrender, the ultimate taboo made flesh.

Siddu was the perfect, oblivious pawn in our scheme. He'd been chasing Nidhi for weeks, ever since her divorce left her isolated and aching for connection. From the snippets Priti had shared—overheard phone calls, vague texts—Siddu had already seduced her multiple times, drawing her out of her orthodox shell with stolen afternoons in motels and whispered promises. Nidhi, the devoted single mom raised in our conservative family, had resisted at first, but Siddu's persistence had worn her down. His messages to Priti were casual boasts: pictures of Nidhi's shy smiles, hints at her growing boldness in bed. But Priti played dumb, acting like she knew nothing of their affair, even as she fed me the details in private. Siddu had no idea I was in on anything; to him, this was just a thrilling conquest, perhaps with the added spice of Priti as a potential bonus.

That evening, Priti had orchestrated the setup flawlessly. She'd invited Siddu and Nidhi over for a "casual family dinner," claiming I was away on a last-minute work trip. I'd hidden in the guest room upstairs, my laptop open to the hidden cameras I'd installed discreetly around the house—living room, kitchen, bedroom—capturing every angle in crystal-clear feed. Priti had dressed modestly to match the innocent vibe, opting for a simple salwar kameez much like Nidhi's: a soft blue ensemble that hugged her figure subtly, the dupatta dbangd over her shoulders, concealing her curves without flaunting them. It was a far cry from her usual seductive attire, but it fit the role— the dutiful wife hosting friends while her husband was away.

"You ready for this?" Priti had whispered to me earlier, adjusting her dupatta in the mirror. Her eyes met mine in the reflection, a spark of mischief hidden beneath her composed exterior.

I nodded, my pulse already racing. "Act surprised if things heat up. Let Siddu lead, strip you both if he goes there. I'll watch and join when it's right. And remember—Siddu thinks I'm clueless."

She smirked, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Oh, I'll play the shocked wife. But once he starts... I might not hold back." Her hand brushed my crotch teasingly before she headed downstairs.

The doorbell rang at 7:30 PM, right on time. On the camera feed, Priti opened the door with a warm, welcoming smile. "Siddu, Nidhi! Come on in. Dinner's almost ready—nothing fancy, just some home-cooked curry and rice."

Siddu entered first, his casual polo shirt and jeans giving him that effortless charm. He hugged Priti a bit too lingeringly, his hand brushing her back. "Priti, you look great. Rudra's missing out, huh? Work trip again?"

"Yeah, last-minute thing," Priti replied breezily, stepping aside. Nidhi followed, dressed in a modest green salwar kameez that accentuated her full breasts and hips without being overt. Her dupatta was pinned neatly, and she carried a small box of sweets as a gesture. She hugged Priti tightly, her voice soft. "Thanks for inviting us. It's been a while since we've just... hung out."

They moved to the living room, settling on the L-shaped sofa. Priti served appetizers—crispy pakoras and chutney—before pouring glasses of vodka mixed with soda, keeping it light at first. "To relaxing evenings," she toasted, clinking glasses. Nidhi sipped hesitantly, her orthodox background making her wary of alcohol, but Siddu encouraged her with a grin, downing his own.

The conversation flowed easily at the start: Nidhi talking about her son's college achievements, Siddu sharing funny work stories, Priti laughing along as the perfect hostess. But as the vodka refills came—second round, then third—the mood shifted. Nidhi's cheeks flushed pink, her laughter freer, her posture loosening against the cushions. Siddu, sensing the opportunity, let his knee brush hers, then his hand rest casually on her thigh under the pretense of emphasizing a point.

Priti pretended not to notice at first, refilling glasses with a smile. "You two are always so animated together. It's cute." Her tone was innocent, but it egged Siddu on.

Nidhi giggled, the alcohol warming her from within, but she shot a shy glance at Priti. "Oh, it's nothing. Siddu's just... fun." Her words slurred slightly, and when Siddu's hand inched higher, tracing circles on her inner thigh through the salwar fabric, she tensed but didn't pull away. Shame flickered in her eyes—doing this in front of her brother's wife? It was mortifying. But the vodka dulled the edges, making her body respond with a subtle heat.

Siddu leaned closer, his voice dropping. "You know, Nidhi, you've been on my mind all day." He kissed her neck lightly, his hand slipping under her dupatta. Nidhi gasped, her eyes darting to Priti in embarrassment. "Siddu... not here. Priti's watching."

Priti raised an eyebrow, feigning mild surprise. "Oh, wow. You two are closer than I thought. But hey, don't stop on my account. Vodka's making everything more... interesting. Go on, it's kind of fun to watch."

Nidhi's face burned with shame, her orthodox instincts screaming at her to stop. She tried to push Siddu's hand away weakly. "No, this is awkward. Priti, I'm so sorry..." But the alcohol buzzed in her veins, turning resistance into a thrilling hesitation. Siddu didn't back off; instead, he captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring as his free hand untied her dupatta, letting it fall away.

Priti cheered lightly, her voice encouraging without pushing. "Aw, you guys look good together. Relax, Nidhi—life's too short not to enjoy. Keep going!"

The kiss deepened, Nidhi's protests melting into soft moans as the vodka took full effect. She clutched Siddu's shirt, her body surrendering despite the shame. Siddu's hands roamed boldly now, loosening the drawstring of her salwar and tugging it down her hips, exposing her smooth legs and simple cotton panties. Nidhi whimpered, covering her face briefly. "Siddu... please, not in front of her." But her hips lifted to help him, the alcohol overriding her modesty.

Emboldened by Priti's cheers, Siddu peeled off Nidhi's kameez next, revealing a plain white bra that cupped her ample breasts. Nidhi sat there in her underwear, trembling with embarrassment, tears pricking her eyes. "This is so wrong... Priti, don't look." But Priti just smiled supportively. "You're beautiful, Nidhi. Own it. Siddu, she's all yours—treat her right."

Siddu grinned, his arousal evident as he stood, pulling Nidhi to her feet. He unhooked her bra with practiced fingers, letting her heavy breasts spill free—full, with dark nipples hardening in the cool air. Nidhi gasped, arms crossing over her chest in a last-ditch effort at modesty, but Siddu gently pried them away, his lips latching onto one nipple, sucking gently. She moaned, her head falling back, shame giving way to pleasure.

Not stopping there, Siddu turned his attention to Priti, who sat watching with apparent fascination. "You know, Priti, you're looking pretty tense yourself. Why don't you join the fun? Rudra's not here—no harm, right?" He pulled her up by the hand, his other arm wrapping around her waist.

Priti hesitated for show, her eyes widening. "Siddu, what? I... I couldn't. Rudra..." But her protest was half-hearted, the plan unfolding as we'd discussed. Siddu kissed her then, bold and insistent, his tongue claiming her mouth. Priti melted into it after a moment, her hands on his chest.

Nidhi watched in stunned silence, her naked body forgotten for a second. Priti—her brother's loyal wife—was kissing Siddu? Cheating right here, in their home? The shock hit her harder than her own exposure; how could Priti surrender like that, betray Rudra so easily? Nidhi's mind reeled, but hypocrisy silenced her—she was standing there nude, her own affair on full display. The vodka blurred the lines, turning shock into a strange arousal as she watched them.

Siddu broke the kiss, his hands now on Priti's salwar ties. "Come on, Priti. Let's even the playing field." He tugged her salwar down, revealing her toned legs and matching cotton panties. Priti stepped out of them, her cheeks flushing as if embarrassed. "Siddu... this is crazy." But she didn't stop him as he lifted her kameez over her head, unhooking her bra to free her pert breasts.

Now both women stood nude except for their panties, Nidhi's shock deepening at Priti's easy surrender. "Priti... how can you? Rudra..." she whispered, but Priti just shrugged with a tipsy smile. "Shh, Nidhi. It's just tonight. No one has to know." Siddu hooked his fingers into both women's panties, sliding them down simultaneously—Nidhi's simple white pair and Priti's matching set—exposing their shaved pussies, already glistening.

Siddu stripped himself quickly, his thick cock springing free, hard and ready. He guided both women back to the sofa, positioning Nidhi on her back and Priti beside her. "Ladies, let's make this memorable." He started with Nidhi, spreading her legs wide and diving between them, his tongue lapping at her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Nidhi moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, shame forgotten as pleasure surged. "Oh god, Siddu... yes..."

Priti watched, her fingers idly circling her own clit, cheering softly. "That's it, Nidhi. Let him make you feel good." Siddu's fingers joined his tongue, sliding two inside Nidhi's wetness, curling to hit her G-spot while he sucked her clit. Nidhi's body arched, breasts heaving, her first orgasm building fast. She cried out as it hit, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth.

Without missing a beat, Siddu moved to Priti, repeating the treatment—his tongue tracing her slit, fingers pumping inside her. Priti moaned loudly, her hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Fuck, Siddu... right there." Nidhi, still panting, watched in awe and lingering shock at Priti's abandon, her body responding by touching herself.

Siddu rose, his cock throbbing. He positioned himself between Nidhi's legs first, rubbing the tip against her entrance. "Ready, Nidhi?" She nodded, biting her lip, and he thrust in slowly, filling her inch by inch. Nidhi gasped, her walls stretching around him. He built a steady rhythm, thrusting deep and nice, his hands roaming her body—squeezing her breasts, thumbing her nipples. "You feel amazing," he groaned, leaning down to kiss her as he fucked her.

Nidhi wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts, her moans filling the room. "Harder, Siddu... please." He obliged, pounding her with controlled power, his balls slapping against her ass. Priti cheered from the side, "Yes, fuck her good!" Nidhi's second orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking as she screamed his name.

Siddu pulled out, slick with her juices, and turned to Priti. "Your turn." He flipped her onto all fours on the sofa, entering her from behind in one smooth thrust. Priti cried out, pushing back against him. He fucked her nicely—long, deep strokes that made her breasts swing, his hands gripping her hips. "God, Priti, so tight." He reached around to rub her clit, accelerating her pleasure. Priti moaned, her head dropping as she came hard, her pussy milking him.

But he wasn't done. Siddu switched back to Nidhi, laying her beside Priti and fucking her missionary while fingering Priti. Then he pulled Priti onto his lap, bouncing her on his cock while Nidhi watched, touching herself. The room echoed with their moans, bodies slick with sweat. Siddu alternated between them, stripping away any remaining inhibitions, fucking them thoroughly—missionary, doggy, cowgirl—each thrust nice and deliberate, drawing out orgasms until both women were quivering messes.

From my vantage point, the feed showed it all: Siddu claiming both my wife and sister, their nude bodies entwined, Priti's surrender shocking Nidhi even as she participated. It was time. I slipped downstairs quietly, heart pounding, and stepped into the living room mid-thrust—Siddu buried in Priti from behind, Nidhi spread-eagled beside them, fingering herself.

"Room for one more?" I announced, my voice steady.

Chaos erupted. Nidhi's eyes flew open, horror etching her face. The room froze in a tableau of shock and exposed desire as my words hung in the air: "Room for one more?" Siddu, still buried balls-deep in Priti from behind, yanked out abruptly, his cock glistening with her juices, his face a mask of pure panic. "Rudra? Shit, man, I thought you were gone! This... this isn't what it looks like!" He stumbled back, his erection wilting slightly under the weight of getting caught fucking my wife and my sister in our living room. Priti, on all fours with her ass still raised, turned her head, her eyes wide in feigned horror. "Rudra! Oh god, how... when did you get back?" But there was a flicker in her gaze—a knowing spark that Siddu missed, buried under his own guilt.

Nidhi, my beautiful sister, was the epicenter of the chaos. She lay spread-eagled on the sofa, her nude body slick with sweat and Siddu's earlier attentions, her heavy breasts heaving with ragged breaths. Her pussy, still puffy and wet from the thorough fucking Siddu had given her, clenched involuntarily at the sight of me. But her face—oh, that face—was a storm of mortification. "Rudra! No, no, no—this can't be happening!" She scrambled to sit up, her legs snapping shut as she grabbed a discarded dupatta to shield her breasts and crotch, tears welling in her wide eyes. "You're my brother! Get out! Please, just leave!" Her voice cracked, the orthodox upbringing we'd both been raised under crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Nidhi had always been the "good" one—the divorced mom who clung to family values, even as Siddu had slowly corrupted her over the past weeks. Now, exposed in front of me, her own flesh and blood, the shame was visceral.

I stood there, fully clothed in my shirt and pants, my cock already straining against the fabric from watching the feed upstairs. The cameras had captured every moment: Siddu stripping both women methodically, starting with Nidhi's salwar kameez, peeling away her modesty layer by layer until she was in her simple white bra and panties, then baring her completely. He'd done the same to Priti, his hands bold and unapologetic, turning my modest wife into a nude, willing participant. Then the fucking—nice and deliberate, alternating between them like they were his personal harem. Nidhi's moans as he licked her to orgasm, Priti's cries as he pounded her from behind. It had been torture to watch, but now it was my turn.

Ignoring Siddu's stammering apologies and Priti's half-hearted protests, I focused on Nidhi. She was the prize—the forbidden fruit I'd craved since we were teens, sneaking glances at her changing, fantasizing about her curves. I stepped closer, my voice calm but commanding, laced with the authority of years of pent-up lust. "Nidhi, look at me. Really look." She shook her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks, her body curled into a defensive ball on the sofa. But I knelt beside her, my hand reaching out slowly, gently prying the dupatta from her grip. She resisted at first, her fingers clutching it like a lifeline, but I persisted, my touch firm yet not forceful. "You've already crossed lines tonight, sis. With Siddu, with Priti. Why stop now?"

Her breath hitched, her eyes flicking to mine for a split second before darting away. "Because... because you're my brother, Rudra. This is incest—it's wrong, so wrong!" Her voice trembled, but I noticed how her thighs pressed together, not just in defense, but with a subtle friction, her body betraying the arousal still simmering from Siddu's attentions. I placed my hand on her knee, my palm warm against her skin, and she flinched—but didn't pull away. Step one: contact established.

"Good girls like you always say that," I murmured, my fingers tracing a slow circle on her knee, inching upward ever so slightly. Siddu hovered awkwardly nearby, his cock half-hard again despite the shock, glancing between us. Priti sat up, her nude body on display, watching with that hidden gleam—she knew the plan, but Nidhi's shock at her "surrender" earlier still lingered. Nidhi had whispered it during Siddu's fucking: "Priti... how can you just give in like that?" Seeing my wife, the loyal Priti, stripped and fucked without resistance had rocked Nidhi more than her own nudity.

My hand slid higher, to her thigh, squeezing gently. Nidhi gasped, her legs parting just a fraction before she clamped them shut again. "Rudra, stop... please." But her plea was weaker, her eyes now locked on my hand, watching it move. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. "You didn't stop Siddu when he stripped you, did you? When he licked your pussy until you came screaming. Why fight me, Nidhi? I'm family. I know what you need." My fingers brushed the inner seam of her thigh, teasing the heat radiating from her core. She whimpered, a soft, involuntary sound that sent blood rushing to my cock. Step two: arousal acknowledged.

Siddu finally found his voice, edging toward the door. "Look, Rudra, I'm sorry, man. I didn't know... I'll just go." But Priti grabbed his arm, pulling him back with a sultry smile. "Stay, Siddu. Rudra doesn't mind—do you, honey?" She winked at me subtly, playing her role. Siddu looked confused, but his cock twitched at the prospect, and he stayed, watching as I worked on Nidhi.

Nidhi's body trembled under my touch, her resistance cracking like thin ice. "I... I can't, Rudra. What about our family? Mom, Dad—they'd disown us." But as she spoke, my hand cupped her outer thigh, massaging the flesh, and her legs relaxed minutely, allowing me closer. I traced upward, my fingertips grazing the edge of her pussy lips, slick from earlier. She moaned—a quiet, defeated sound—and her hips shifted toward me. "See? Your body's already surrendering, sis. Wet for your brother." I dipped a finger along her slit, collecting her moisture, and she arched slightly, biting her lip to stifle a cry. Step three: physical submission.

Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes held a new spark—conflict melting into desire. "Rudra... it's so wrong, but... oh god." I withdrew my finger, bringing it to her lips. "Taste yourself, Nidhi. Taste how much you want this." She hesitated, her orthodox facade crumbling, then parted her lips, sucking my finger clean. The act was her first active surrender, her tongue swirling tentatively. Siddu groaned at the sight, stroking himself back to full hardness. Priti licked her lips, her hand sliding between her own legs.

"Good girl," I praised, my voice low and degrading. "Look at you, Nidhi—my prim and proper sister, sucking her own juices off her brother's finger like a slut. And Priti, my faithful wife, watching her husband corrupt his sister while she fingers her cheating cunt." Priti moaned at the words, but Nidhi flushed deeper, shame fueling her arousal. I stood, pulling Nidhi to her knees in front of me. She knelt shakily, her nude body on display—breasts hanging heavy, nipples erect, pussy glistening. "Now, strip me, sis. Show me how much you want your brother's cock."

Her hands trembled as she reached for my shirt buttons, undoing them one by one. "Rudra... I shouldn't..." But she continued, peeling the shirt off my shoulders, revealing my toned chest. Her fingers trailed down my abs, hesitant but curious, and I grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to my belt. "Faster, Nidhi. Don't pretend you haven't thought about this. I know you've peeked at me before, wondering what it would feel like." She unbuckled my belt, unzipping my pants, pulling them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free—thick, veined, harder than ever—bobbing in front of her face.

Nidhi stared, her breath quickening. "It's... so big." I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. "Suck it, sis. Worship your brother's cock like the family whore you are." She resisted for a moment, turning her head away, but I held firm. "Do it, Nidhi. Or I'll make you beg." Her lips parted, and she took the tip into her mouth, sucking tentatively at first. The warmth of her tongue sent jolts through me, and I groaned, thrusting gently. "That's it, you filthy slut. Suck your brother's dick while your lover watches. And Priti—my backstabbing wife—get over here and lick my balls."

Priti crawled over eagerly, her tongue lapping at my sack as Nidhi bobbed deeper, her surrender complete. Nidhi's technique improved with each pass—swirling her tongue, hollowing her cheeks—tears mixing with saliva as she gagged slightly. "Look at you two," I degraded, my voice rough. "Nidhi, my innocent sister, turned into a cocksucking whore. Priti, the devoted wife, tonguing her husband's balls after getting fucked by another man. You're both pathetic sluts, aren't you?" They moaned in unison, the words degrading them further, heightening the taboo.

I pulled Nidhi off my cock after a few minutes, her lips swollen and shiny. "Enough foreplay. Time to fuck you, sis." I pushed her back onto the sofa, spreading her legs wide. She whimpered, her pussy dripping in anticipation. "Rudra... please, be gentle." But I rubbed my tip against her entrance, teasing. "Gentle? For a sister who spreads her legs for strangers? No, Nidhi—you get it rough." I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one go. She screamed, her walls clenching around me, her breasts bouncing wildly.

I pounded her mercilessly, each thrust deep and punishing. "Take it, you incestuous bitch. Feel your brother's cock stretching your dirty cunt." Nidhi's cries turned from pain to pleasure, her hips meeting mine. "Oh god, Rudra... yes, fuck me!" I slapped her breasts, watching them redden. "And Priti, watch how I claim my sister. You're next, you cheating whore—after Siddu's cum is still leaking from you."

Siddu, emboldened now, pulled Priti onto his lap, fucking her as they watched. The room filled with moans, slaps, and my degrading words: "Nidhi, you're nothing but a family fucktoy now. Priti, my slut wife, getting off on her husband's incest." Nidhi came first, her orgasm ripping through her, squirting around my cock. I followed, pulling out to cum on her tits, marking her.

But the night was far from over. I flipped Nidhi onto her stomach, entering her from behind while making her eat Priti's pussy. "Lick my wife's cheating hole, sis. Taste Siddu's load while I fuck you." Degrading them relentlessly, I orchestrated position after position: Nidhi riding me reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as I slapped it; Priti sixty-nining with Nidhi while Siddu and I took turns. Hours blurred into a haze of orgasms, sweat, and taboo ecstasy.

By dawn, Nidhi lay in my arms, her body spent, whispering, "Rudra... I surrender." Priti and Siddu collapsed nearby, the group forever changed. I'd claimed my sister, degraded them all, and the fantasies were just beginning.

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Just the Beginning?

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The morning after our explosive night, the air in our apartment hung heavy with the intoxicating blend of sweat, raw sex, and the lingering remnants of shattered taboos. Nidhi had slipped out at the crack of dawn, her voluptuous body still bearing the red imprints from my possessive hands and Siddu's relentless grip. She'd hastily thrown on her salwar kameez, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin as she whispered a tearful goodbye in the dim light of the hallway. "Rudra... what have we done?" her voice had trembled, a intoxicating mix of deep regret and the undeniable echo of lingering ecstasy that had coursed through her veins just hours before. But deep down, I knew she'd be back—not just in my thoughts, but soon enough, in my arms, her body yielding to me once more. Priti lay beside me in our king-sized bed, her nude form curled against mine like a contented kitten, a satisfied smile playing on her full lips even as she slept soundly. Siddu had crashed on the living room sofa, his muscular frame sprawled out, snoring softly with his cock still semi-hard, a testament to the marathon session that had left us all utterly spent. As the first rays of the sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the room, I felt a new hunger awaken within me—not just for Priti, but for the complete and utter domination of both women in my life. It was a primal urge, one that demanded more, always more.

I shook Priti awake gently at first, my hand sliding possessively between her smooth thighs to find her pussy still slick and swollen from the loads we'd pumped into her the night before. "Wake up, my little slut," I whispered huskily into her ear, my fingers teasing her sensitive clit with slow, deliberate circles that made her body arch instinctively. "Last night was just the beginning. I want Nidhi every single day from now on. And Siddu? Let him come whenever he wants—but only when I'm here. I want to watch him claim you right in front of me, to see every thrust, every moan."

Priti's eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep and renewed desire, a soft moan escaping her parted lips as I continued fingering her slowly, building the heat between her legs. "Mmm... you're insatiable, Rudra," she purred, her voice husky from the remnants of last night's cries. She ground her hips against my hand, her body already responding eagerly, her juices coating my fingers. "But yes... I loved seeing you take her, claiming your own sister like that. And Siddu fucking me while you watch? It makes me so fucking wet just thinking about it." Her words fueled my arousal, and we fucked quickly that morning, my thick cock plunging deep into her well-used pussy as I imagined Nidhi's desperate cries echoing in my ears once again. The bed creaked under our rhythm, Priti's breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, her nails digging into my back as she wrapped her legs around me.

Siddu stirred halfway through our session, his eyes cracking open from the sofa in the adjacent living room. He watched us with a lazy grin spreading across his face, his hand absently stroking his hardening cock as he took in the sight of me pounding Priti. Without a word, he rose and joined us, kneeling on the bed to take Priti's mouth while I continued thrusting into her from behind after flipping her onto all fours. Her moans were muffled around Siddu's shaft, her body rocking between us like a perfect vessel for our desires. It set the tone for what was to come: no more hiding, no more pretense. This was our new reality—raw, unfiltered, and utterly addictive. Siddu left shortly after, pulling on his clothes with a satisfied smirk and a promise to return soon, but only when I was around to witness it all. Priti headed to work with a noticeable spring in her step, her orthodox facade—complete with a conservative blouse and skirt—masking the fact that our combined cum was still dripping slowly down her thighs, a secret reminder of her double life.

That afternoon, I couldn't wait any longer. The hunger gnawed at me, driving me to action. I drove to Nidhi's place, my mind racing with vivid visions of her body—those heavy, pendulous breasts that begged to be squeezed, her tight pussy that had clenched around me so perfectly, the way she'd screamed in ecstasy when I claimed her as my own. She lived in a lavish apartment within an exclusive gated community on the city's upscale outskirts, a sprawling complex with manicured gardens, 24/7 security, and high-rise buildings that screamed luxury. Her unit was on the fifth floor, a spacious three-bedroom affair with modern furnishings, a state-of-the-art kitchen, and a private balcony overlooking the community park and neighboring towers. The downstairs area served as her home office for her boutique business consulting firm, while the upstairs held the living quarters where she raised her kids, who were thankfully at college most of the day.

I parked in the visitor's lot and took the elevator up, my heart pounding with anticipation. When I rang the bell, Nidhi opened the door, her face paling instantly at the sight of me. She was dressed in a simple house saree, the soft cotton fabric dbangd modestly over her ample chest, but I could see the outline of her curves beneath—the swell of her hips, the fullness of her thighs. "Rudra... what are you doing here?" she stammered, her voice a whisper of panic. "Last night was... a mistake. The vodka, Siddu... it can't happen again. Please, you have to leave."

I didn't hesitate. I pushed inside, closing the heavy oak door behind me with a firm click, the cool air-conditioned interior enveloping us. "A mistake?" I growled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close, our bodies pressing together. "You came three times on your own brother's cock, Nidhi. Don't lie to yourself—or to me." My lips crashed against hers in a demanding kiss, my free hand roaming over her back, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin saree. She resisted for a brief moment, her hands pushing weakly at my chest, but then she melted into me, her tongue meeting mine in a desperate, hungry dance. I ripped her pallu away with one swift motion, exposing her blouse-clad breasts, my hands cupping them roughly, pinching her nipples through the fabric until they hardened into stiff peaks. "See? Your body's already begging for it. You can't deny this."

"Rudra, please... the kids could come home early from college," she whispered breathlessly, but her hips pressed forward against my growing erection, betraying her words. I didn't care about the risks; the thrill only heightened my desire. I lifted her saree, bunching the heavy fabric around her waist, and pushed her against the elegant hallway wall adorned with family photos. My fingers found the edge of her panties, shoving them aside as I thrust two digits into her already slick wetness. She gasped sharply, her head falling back against the wall with a thud, her long hair cascading down. "Oh god... no, we can't..." But her pussy clenched tightly around my fingers, her juices flowing freely as I pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside her.

I fucked her right there in the grand hallway, the marble floors cool beneath our feet. Dropping my pants, I freed my throbbing cock and entered her in one swift, powerful motion, lifting her slightly so her legs wrapped around my waist. The saree hiked up further, bunching indecently as I pounded into her against the wall, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the spacious apartment. "Take it, sis," I grunted, my voice low and commanding. "This is what you are now—my daily fucktoy. No more pretending you're the perfect, orthodox widow." Her moans filled the room, growing louder with each thrust, her heavy breasts bouncing free from her unhooked blouse as I tore it open. I sucked on her nipples hard, biting them just enough to elicit cries of pleasure-pain, her nails digging into my shoulders. She came quickly, her walls spasming around my cock in a vice-like grip, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over her. I followed soon after, filling her with my hot seed, groaning as I pumped every last drop deep inside her. "Every day, Nidhi," I panted, holding her there as she trembled. "I'll be here every day to ravage you like this."

She nodded weakly, her body sliding down the wall as I pulled out, a trail of our combined cum dripping from her swollen pussy onto the pristine floor. "Yes... brother," she whispered, her voice broken but laced with submission.

And so, the pattern began, a delicious routine of daily indulgence. The next day, I arrived at Nidhi's lavish apartment around noon, just after she'd wrapped up her morning business calls from her sleek home office downstairs. The gated community's security guard nodded at me knowingly as I entered—perhaps suspecting something, but discretion was part of the luxury here. Nidhi answered the door in a sheer nightie that clung to her curves, her hair tousled as if she'd been pacing in anticipation. "Rudra... I shouldn't, but... I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday," she admitted softly, her cheeks flushing. I silenced her with a deep, possessive kiss, my hands roaming over her body as I led her straight to the modern kitchen with its granite countertops and high-end appliances.

Without a word, I bent her over the counter, flipping up the nightie to expose her bare ass and pussy. She gasped as the cool marble pressed against her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly. I dropped to my knees briefly, spreading her cheeks to lick her from behind, tasting her arousal mixed with the faint remnants of yesterday's encounter. "Imagine your kids walking in right now," I murmured against her skin, my tongue delving deeper. "Seeing their mom bent over like a common whore, getting fucked by her own brother." The taboo words made her moan louder, her body pushing back against my face eagerly. I stood, freeing my cock and entering her from behind in one smooth thrust, gripping her hips tightly as I set a brutal pace. The kitchen filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping, her cries echoing off the walls. I slapped her ass repeatedly, leaving red handprints on her fair skin, watching them bloom as she whimpered in delight. She came twice before I did—first from the relentless pounding, then again when I reached around to rub her clit furiously. Finally, I spilled inside her, pulling out to watch my cum leak out as she slumped over the counter, panting.

We ate lunch afterward in the dining area, Nidhi sitting gingerly on a cushioned stool, her nightie disheveled, my cum still dripping slowly from her pussy. She tried to maintain some semblance of her orthodox demeanor, chatting about her business, but her eyes kept drifting to my crotch, her body betraying her newfound addiction. The lavish apartment, with its floor-to-ceiling windows and designer furniture, felt like the perfect backdrop for our illicit affairs—private yet thrillingly exposed if one looked closely.

Day three escalated to the bedroom upstairs, a luxurious master suite with a massive four-poster bed, silk sheets, and ambient lighting that cast soft shadows. I arrived in the evening, after her kids had left for their after-college tuition classes. Nidhi was dressed in a traditional saree again, attempting to cling to some normalcy, her hair pinned up modestly. But I stripped her slowly, layer by layer, right on her marital bed—the same one she'd once shared with her ex-husband, now a symbol of her neglected desires. "This bed's seen too much loneliness, sis," I said, my voice dripping with dominance as I pushed her down onto the soft mattress. "Time to christen it properly with your brother's cock."

I tied her hands to the headboard using her own dupatta, the silk fabric binding her wrists securely. She squirmed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Rudra... what if someone hears?" But I ignored her, lowering my head to tease her pussy with my tongue, lapping at her folds slowly, building her arousal until she was begging incoherently. "Please... fuck me, brother... I need it." Only then did I enter her missionary-style, slow and deep, forcing her to look into my eyes as I degraded her with whispered words. "You're my incest slut now, Nidhi. Better than any wife could ever be. Your pussy was made for this—for me." Her body arched beneath me, her heavy breasts heaving as she came screaming, the orgasm ripping through her like a storm. I untied her only to flip her over, taking her doggy-style, pulling her hair back roughly until she admitted through gritted teeth, "Yes, brother... I'm yours completely. Use me however you want."

Meanwhile, back at our apartment, Siddu had taken my invitation to heart, but strictly on my terms—he only came when I was around, reveling in the cuckold dynamic of fucking Priti right in front of me. It was all about the pleasure of my watching, the thrill of seeing my wife claimed by another man while I observed, my own arousal building from the humiliation and excitement. That same evening, as Nidhi recovered in her bed, Siddu showed up unannounced at our door while Priti was preparing dinner in the kitchen. I was in the living room, lounging on the sofa with a book, when he knocked. Priti let him in, her eyes lighting up with that familiar spark of desire. "Siddu... Rudra's home," she said, glancing at me with a knowing smile.

Siddu grinned broadly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Hey, man. Mind if I borrow your wife for a bit? I love knowing you're watching every second of it." I shrugged casually, my cock already stirring in my pants at the prospect. "Go ahead. I like to watch—it's what makes it so fucking hot." That admission aroused Siddu even more; his bulge was evident as he pulled Priti to him right there in the kitchen, kissing her deeply and passionately in front of me. His hands roamed over her body, hiking up her skirt to finger her roughly while I watched from the doorway, my hand absently stroking myself through my jeans.

Priti moaned into his mouth, her body melting against him, glancing at me with a wink that said she was enjoying the performance as much as we were. Siddu wasted no time, bending her over the kitchen counter and thrusting into her from behind, her legs spreading wide as he claimed her. "Look at your wife, Rudra," he taunted, his voice thick with lust as he pounded her harder. "Moaning on my cock like a bitch in heat. She's loving every inch." It didn't bother me; if anything, it fueled my fantasies, seeing Priti devoured like that, her body surrendering completely to him while her eyes met mine, sharing the secret thrill of our twisted arrangement. Siddu came inside her with a guttural groan, pulling out slowly to let me see his thick cum dripping from her stretched pussy. "Your turn, if you want those sloppy seconds," he said with a smirk. I did, stepping forward to fuck her right after, the slick mixture of our loads making her pussy feel even more inviting, her moans intensifying as I reclaimed her.

This became our routine—Siddu visiting Priti two or three times a week, always when I was home to watch. Each session was in front of me: in the hall on the sofa, where he'd have her ride him reverse cowgirl so I could see her breasts bounce and her face contort in pleasure; in our bedroom, with me sitting in the armchair stroking myself as he took her in every position; even in the kitchen during dinner prep, bending her over the sink while the aroma of spices mixed with the scent of sex. His arousal spiked from the audience, his thrusts always harder, his dirty talk bolder each time. "Watch me own your wife, Rudra. Feel that? She's clenching around me because she knows you're seeing it all." Priti loved it too, her orgasms more intense as she played the submissive wife, but her eyes always locked onto mine, the connection between us unbreakable amid the chaos. It was exactly what I wanted: both women claimed, their bodies shared and showcased, my deepest goals manifesting in every moan, every thrust, every drop of cum.

But my fantasies with Nidhi were escalating beyond the private ravagings within her lavish apartment. Her balcony overlooked a neighboring tower in the gated community, where two bachelor brothers in their late 20s lived on an adjacent balcony just across the narrow gap between buildings. I'd noticed them peeking during one of my visits, their eyes hungry and wide as they caught fleeting glimpses of Nidhi through her floor-to-ceiling windows or during our more adventurous moments. The idea ignited something primal and exhibitionistic in me—showcasing her like a prize, turning her into a public spectacle while keeping my own identity hidden behind strategic positioning.

It started on day four. I arrived at Nidhi's in the evening, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the balcony with its comfortable lounge chairs and potted plants. She greeted me at the door in a silk robe that barely concealed her curves, her body already humming with anticipation from our daily routine. "Rudra... the kids are at a friend's house for a playdate. We have plenty of time," she said, her voice laced with eagerness as I kissed her deeply, my hands slipping inside the robe to fondle her breasts.

"Time for something new, sis," I growled, leading her outside to the balcony. The fresh air carried the scent of blooming flowers from the community gardens below. "Strip for me." Her eyes widened in shock, glancing around at the surrounding buildings. "Out here? Rudra, the neighbors... this is a gated community, but people can see!" But I untied her robe myself, letting it pool at her feet, revealing her completely nude body—her full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already perked, her curved hips leading to a neatly trimmed pussy still marked with faint bruises from our previous sessions. She shivered in the evening breeze, her arms crossing instinctively over her chest. "Rudra, no—the brothers next door, they've been glancing over before. They might see everything."

"That's exactly the point," I replied with a wicked grin, positioning a cushioned lounge chair so that my back faced the neighboring balcony, shielding my face from view. I sat down, pulling my pants down to free my erect cock, then guided Nidhi onto my lap in reverse cowgirl style, her front fully exposed to any potential watchers across the gap. "Ride me, Nidhi. Let them see what a complete slut you are—bouncing on your brother's cock like it's your only purpose."

She hesitated, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she glanced over her shoulder at the adjacent tower, where subtle shadows moved behind the curtains, hinting at curious eyes. "I can't... it's so humiliating, Rudra. What if they recognize me?" But my cock pressed insistently against her wet entrance, and with a defeated whimper, she lowered herself slowly onto me, gasping loudly as I filled her completely. "Oh god... Rudra... this is wrong..." I gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements, making her bounce up and down with deliberate force. Her heavy breasts jigged wildly with each thrust, her ass slapping against my thighs, her moans carrying on the evening breeze like a siren's call.

Sure enough, the brothers appeared one by one, first the elder peeking cautiously, then both pressing their faces to the glass doors of their balcony, their eyes wide with shock and arousal. They couldn't see my face—only Nidhi's naked form on full display, her tits flopping hypnotically, her expressions twisting in pure ecstasy as she rode me harder. "They're watching, sis," I whispered hotly into her ear, thrusting upward to meet her descents. "Show them what a whore you've become. Let them jerk off to the sight of you." Nidhi's initial shame transformed into something deeper, more intoxicating; her pussy clenched tighter