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

[Mintu08]

Chapter 34

Around Midnight, Mumbai :

Pallavi sat on her cushioned chair to admire herself in the mirror. Never in her life she had worn a purely satin nightie that exposed her cleavage sexily. However, in her mind, a jealous aspect of her kept comparing her breasts with Pushpa's bigger ones. She never knew the P.A of her sasuma had such juicy breasts untill the dance performance!

"Hmmmmmmm..................you look sexy in this!" A topless Daksh appeared from behind and nuzzled his wife's cheeks, while Pallavi smiled back and she turned to kiss a small peck on her hunk husband's lips.

"I have a surprise for you!" Daksh smirked and while Pallavi looked back at the mirror, a sparkling heavy diamond pendant surrounded her neck!

Pallavi was awe-struck!

"Liked it?" Daksh kissed a cheek and smiled.

"Oh my gosh Daksh........this looks so expensive!" Pallavi admired the pendant with her black satin nightie, it made her skin glow more somehow.

"Forget about the price, not more pricey than my Bong wife!" Daksh smiled and in the meantime, Pallavi got up and faced him. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped and turned her eyes the other side.

"Something in your mind madam?" Daksh held his wife's slim but a fine curvy waist and slowly pulled her close to him.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm.......just thinking of Pushpa! she danced so amazingly!" 

Daksh pecked his wife's lips very softly and cooed...."Did her dance make you so horny?"

"You were so shameless!!" Parvati pouted back with a light playful punch on the hard pec of her husband who then took her to the bed and they sat together. With some exchange of glances, Daksh asked again....."You didn't answer me yet!"

Pallavi sighed and nodded..."Because you were horny too!"

Daksh smiled and made her lie down on the bed, while he slowly got one powerful thigh of his on his wife's satin clad thigh and rubbed on it slowly. All the hunk had was his underwear which didn't hide the major lump inside it and the more the tent poked Pallavi's thigh, the more turned on she became.

"I am horny since morning, but you are not only horny, but jealous!!" 

Daksh cooed and kissed the nape of the neck slowly, sending a sexual shiver inside Pallavi, but she still pouted..."Jealous?"

"Of Pushpa's big melons!!" Daksh winked and kissed the other side of the neck, sending a wicked tickle inside Pallavi who bit her lower lip as if caught red-handed over something. It was actually true that the more Pushpa had thrusted her breasts with the song, the more she had felt some jealousy because her's were just merely round shaped mangoes in comparison.

"Dhatt...nothing like that!!! I am happy with these!" Pallavi thrusted her breasts up towards her husband's eyes and she thrusted in a way that her cleavage was emphasized well enough and Daksh kissed the topmost portion of the cleavage this time, making her moan and held the strong bare back of her husband, making herself inch more and more closer to him now.

"Oh Daksh, are you truly a good lover or is this all sme dream?" Pallavi hissed as Daksh kissed all over the breasts through the satin material and he looped his kisses around the breasts and the neck area, while at times, kissing the lips too.

Pallavi kissed her husband's lips back with equal grace and the dim lights in the room suddenly made her eyes travel along the marvelous herculeon figure of her husband. She ran her long almond nails on the fabulous 17 inched-biceps very very slowly and the slowness had a sensual grasp to it.

A moment of a creepy silence crept in when Pallavi just kept running her fingers on the biceps and triceps of Daksh who admired his wife's long-nailed fingers on his bulges. To Pallavi, the feeling was nothing less than a deep sexual breeze through her body as she realised how strong her husband was. 

Daksh decided to become a bit more naughty in this steamed-up atmosphere and he just laid on top of his wife in silence, allowing her to feel his strong bulges all over his hands. He leaned a bit down and hissed naughtily....

"Feeling sad that you missed me before?" 

Pallavi nodded in a sad gloomy face. She remembered the times when Debosree failed to satisfy her as a man and she sighed as she leaned up and kissed Daksh on the lips once more, pouting.....

"But, glad I found you now!"

Daksh smiled and kissed her back once more, while he decided to add more fire inside his wife through conversations alone. He ran his hand on one satin clad breast and played with the erect nipple in middle, flicking it and adding more fire inside her with his words as well....

"Hmmmmmmmm so sad your unmanly ex-husband is now reduced to a woman who my brother married and guess what?......."

Pallavi felt a wicked current inside her when Debosree was suddenly being brought into the picture through humiliation and added to this fire, was also the flicking of the nipple and she yet she hissed in a husky tone......."w..what?"

"My brother is pleasuring her so well!!!! She must be moaning and biting her lips just like you!! She is so sexy and so delicious Pallavi!! No way she was made to be a man!!! She was made to be the demure woman who deserved a pehelwan like my brother!!!"

Pallavi was ashamed she was getting turned on with this wickedly tempting talk on her ex-husband, but now that Debosree was a complete woman, she felt aroused from Daksh's words and she held him firm with a low moan-voice....

"Daksh! I would have cried all my life if I didn't find you! My ex-husband deserves this life because he was so.........."

"Small and tiny-winy eh?" Daksh winked as he rubbed one bare strong thigh of his on his wife's smooth one through the nightie. The sheer weight of the muscled thigh was enough to make the vulva lips of Pallavi open up slowly along with some sweet discharge of pre-orgasmic liquid!

"I dont want to remember it!" Pallavi cooed, although she was actually experiencing some wicked pangs of kinkiness from the talk.

'C'mmon tell me about it!" Daksh hissed into her ear and licked on the lobe very sensually. The moment his lips touched the ear, she shivered and rubbed her exposed calve on his. By this time, the satin nightie had easily been raised up untill her lower thigh, exposing her lower legs. 

"She didn't deserve to be a man!!! I regret my previous marriage! aah............" 

Pallavi moaned as she felt Daksh opening the robe of her satin nightie and all she had was a purple lacy bra on her upper body. The medium b-cups still looked enticing despite not being very big in size, although Daksh had plans in his mind to make sure his wife evolved in that matter.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm! okay, now tell me, what do you think about Pushpa's dancing partner?" Daksh kissed the area around the exposed navel of his wife and hissed.

Pallavi bit her lower lip on her sexy flat stomach being kissed and she cooed.... "Uhmmmm.... he was really getting onto her!!!"

Daksh now tongued the navel and he did it in a way as if he was penetrating the small hole with his tongue tip and this act sent wicked sensations inside his wife. 

Daksh now cuddled more to his wife and cooed back... "Hmmmmmmm I am sure Pushpa had fucked him many times!!!!"

"How hmmmmmm aah did you know?" Pallavi hissed back, experiencing more orgasmic tensions as Daksh kissed up and up from the navel, till he reached the lacy bra and this time he nuzzled his nose on the exposed cleavage and murmured back.....

"Because Pushpa recently looks so quenched and fresh and she put on a decent amount of weight too!!"

Pallavi shivered at the last words. The nuzzling of her husband's nose on her cleavage was already enticing her body senses, but the last words from her husband also sent some unknown shivers inside her body and mind at the same time.

"You mean?....." Pallavi hissed, but Daksh interfered and hissed too....

"Yup! That pehelwan is her real life husband! its only recently she got married and she is fucked all night by him!"

"Ohhhhhhh gawd!! That sophisticated P.A...uhhh Pushpa and uh.........aahmm............her husband is such a hunk aahhh!"

"Yes dear! He is an Alpha afterall!" Daksh now opened the buttons of the bra slowly.

Pallavi bit her lip and cooed..."Hmmmmmmmmmm...just like you!" and when she looked down immediately after she breathed the last words, she noticed an angry lump inside the breifs of her husband, poking her exposed thigh. 

"You got me so wet Daksh..........uh lick me down there puhleeezeee!" Pallavi always had a fascination with oral pleasure, and she remembered how graciously her husband had pleasured her vulva and clitoris with his tongue in the morning. 

However, Daksh had his focus on his wife's breasts at the moment, which only had the constraint of that one last button, which his fingers held now.

"Darling, I see two things craving for a lot of attention!"

"Which onees??" Pallavi shivered with her words when that one last button was undone atlast!

The bra opened wide apart leaving the gorgeous b-cup breasts of Pallavi exposed in their open glory and Daksh kissed each globe just above its nipples and purred...."These!"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Daksh!!! you are such a uhmmmmmmm!" Pallavi shivered when her nipples hardened more from the exclusive attention her husband gave to her breasts at this moment.

"Let me promise something to these beautiful precious gems!" Daksh kissed each breast on the topmost portion and hissed.

"Uhmmmm what?" Pallavi enjoyed the attention on her breasts and the way the underneath of her globes were being held by her husband's firm palms.

"I promise to shower these with the blessings of my rugged palms and my naughty lips and may these grow and blossom like Pushpa!"

Daksh now straightaway nibbled the nipples before Pallavi could even react and she hissed in passion as she held the head of her husband firm against her breasts, as he sucked on each more and more and in the meantime, his other hand reached for his briefs and pulled it down untill the hard cock was exposed and it straightaway sneaked inside the lacy nightie, searching for Pallavi's warm wet coven.

"Ah oh Daksh!" Pallavi hissed as the cock reached inside the vulva gates and what then began was a slow smooth fuck from Daksh. Pallavi moaned and wrapped her legs around her husband's firm waist and made sure she added a synced rhythm along with his moves and no longer words were exchanged, because Daksh either feasted on the breasts or the lips with his own. 

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Harsh's room :

In this meantime, Debosree came out of the washroom in her own satin nightie which was Wine red in color. She took her own sweet time in dressing in it, because she did it reluctantly, but what scared her the most was Harsh's wide smiled-reaction on seing her in the nightie.

Harsh looked no less than the bare chested macho hero who looked hot in the dim yellow light of his room. All he had was a silky crimson colored sheet, underneath which, he was totally naked and his cock was already standing all eager to invade.

"Ah, Debosree, you look gorgeous in this color!" Harsh smirked as his cock stood more in girth and length as his eyes scanned the beautiful exposed fair calves of his wife from where the nightie ended. Debosree on the other hand cringed and loathed the attention from her husband, even worse a man! Because, her mind almost shouted to stop the moment and run away somewhere!

"Its a bit too tight!.." Debosree pouted from the inner feminine soul she had developed recently.

"I know dear! its perfect for the curvy body of yours!' Harsh opened his arms wide, gesturing her to come near him. His cock could barely wait to invade, his lips desperate to plant kisses all over his wife's body. 

Debosree for some reason felt some warmth in Harsh's eyes. There was something she wanted to share and open up and therefore just when she sat on the bed and Harsh came near her, he held her hands and was just about to kiss the held palm, untill a sweet-feminine cooe appeared from the bobby.....

"Haa...Harsssh........I........."

"What is it love?" Harsh blinked with warmth in his eyes.

"I.........I don't feel okay with this!" Debosree jerked her hand off, which easily was shoved off because Harsh had loosened his grip for a moment.

"What happened sweetheart?" Harsh inched closer. His heart yearned to know why the beautiful Bengali bobby had a gloomy expression. It didn't suit her beautiful kissable lips at all.

"Harsh!...I..........I still am a man in my mind!!!" Debosree let out and Harsh stopped proceeding towards the lips this time. A sudden silence crept inside the well-filled sensual atmosphere of the room.

"Its just that I feel..............." Debosree continued to pout about how she still had the male mind and how he was Bobbyfied without his own consent and all, but Harsh was blinded with romantic lust for his wife. All he saw was the beautiful slow blink of the big round doe like eyes and the moving of the lips which looked juicy and easily inviting a wet kiss.

"Debosree.............sshhh" Harsh held a finger on the juicy lips of Debosree, stopping her.

Debosree was shocked to know that in this tender moment, all her husband wanted was still to continue with his lusty moves and that is exactly what happened! 

"I dont care about your past! all I know is that I have a beautiful Bengali wife who is arousing me to the highest limit possible!!!"

"Bb..ut..." Debosree whined, but before she could whine any further, her lips were sealed by Harsh who held her firm and the moment his arms touched her satin clad spine, a sexual tremor passed through her and she felt even more angry on herself for feeling so. Slowly, Harsh pulled her further untill he had her in his arms and the moment he did so, his bedsheet clad dick touched the hip of his wife.

"Harsh puhle..........ahmmmmmmmmm" Debosree wanted to object, but her husband already had began showering kisses over her neck.

But unaware of Harsh's actual intentions, Debosree just moaned and made small protests, untill her husband almost grabbed her waist firm and made her lie on her front with a thrash! 

The mighty arms that made Debosree thrash on the bed with her back facing Harsh, almost scared her and she shook with a fright, pouting...."Hh..aarsh...whaaaa...."

Sshhttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

The satin nightie was torn from below, making the lovely panty clad bubble ass of Debosree exposed to Harsh who had intentions that took her by surprise!

"Ufff hmmmm Debosreeeee..... don't stop me today!!! I ummm uhmm...makeee love to...mah umm....ah this sexy ass of yours!!"

"HARSH...NNN..OO AAAH!!!" Debosree was already struck with the horror when she felt the knob of her husband's cock enter her asshole and the moment it did proceed further, Harsh began to fuck the ass gently but firmly, enjoying the anal pleasure of his wife, while Debosree couldn't protest because she felt the combination of pleasure and pain at the same time, which only made her moan and moan.

Anyone peeking inside the room could easily see the sight of a wild bull riding his beloved cow and the dim light of the room did focus on the dark tone of Harsh against the fair flesh of Debosree, although the satin nightie was still clad on her body.  While, he banged her ass, he also firmly kneaded her breasts from behind and added some more wet hot kisses around her neck and the cheeks too which were wet with the embarrassed tears of the bobby. 

More than the anal attack, the horrifying fact of a man taking her from behind made Debosree weep in silent tears, but strangely also moan in a wild sexual pleasure at the same time. 

While in the other room, Daksh fucked Pallavi untill he came in gallons and this time, he made sure the potent juices spattered on the sexy flat belly of his wife and some around her breasts. Seeing the tangy potent creamy discharge around her bare parts made Pallavi moan out..."Oh Daksh...." untill she hugged his bare body firm.

The night slowly faded away with two rooms with two diverse sexual atmospheres! 


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Next Morning, Kolkata Airport :

Subosree still remained awed at her mother's stunning attire. While she had worn a normal salwar kameez with a neckline dupatta, it was Promila who looked like a ravishing milf in a way. 

Just when they took their respective seats inside the plane, Promila smacked her glossed lips as she looked into her small mirror. Subosree felt a little irritated, firstly she found her mother being dressed in a colorful saree to be slightly too much because she was a widow at the end of the day and secondly the sudden frivolous nature!

Subosree cooed softly, checking her phone for her mp3 list...

"Maa, that red gloss is a bit too red, dont you think umm?"

Subosree noticed the bright red gloss on Promila's lips and she found her mother a bit changed for some reason.

"Silly! aren't you happy to see me like this? Subu, I am not dead yet! you should be happy to see that I am trying to change things around!"

"And that is also why you also began to eat so much all of a sudden!!!! Maa!! look at this bulge down there!!!"

Now Promila blushed and she had a wicked naughty one this time. She let a long sigh out and wondered how on earth she could explain to her younger daughter about why she suddenly felt the urge, the wicked urge to fatten up slightly. Although, she was never much of a foodie, but whenever the image of the robust Prajakta Kulkarni came to her mind since Debosree and Pallavi's vidaai, the more she suddenly expanded her meals.

"Uhm Subu, I just gained a little and please! most women my age gain a decent amount of weight, its part of the aging process!" Promila cooed in a maternal way, although she did feel a bit weird to say all these things and moreover to notice that very slight waist bulge that peeked out of her saree waistgrip. She then realised that recently she had a bit more of her regular Luchi-torkaris and ofcoarse Fish and Chicken! 

Subosree just made a weird face and looked outside the plane window pane and listened to her songs, while Promila smacked her lips looking into the mirror and kept it back inside her purse and she was just about to take a small nap when suddenly her eyes reached a couple sitting opposite to her. 

Promila noticed it was a mid-forties couple, but there was enough radiancy in their chemistry. The man was a rugged looking man in his late forties probably who was whispering apparently naughty things into his wife's ears, who in her mid forties looked quite radiant with a very curvaceous figure clad in her saree. Her manicured fingers of one palm were held firmly by the strong firm ones of her husband.

Promila looked to the other side now, but her eyes kept gazing at the giggles, the inaudible talks and the strong bond between the husband and the wife. A yearning crept inside her heart to perhaps visualize herself in such a context and the more she did, the more she felt some jolts which she thought had faded away from her life long ago with her husband's death.

Promila suddenly missed Debosree's father a lot and she felt some more jolts inside her when the woman in perticular giggled as her husband whispered things to her.

With a slight frustrated sigh, Promila decided to take a small nap, although her heart was very very eager to meet Pallavi and Debosree! Her sexually frustrated soul stepped aside and her maternal concerns for Debosree in perticular rose up and she prayed in her mind...

"Bhogoban! I hope to see Debu happy.... I know it's hard for him....uhm...I mean her...."

A surprised Promila hid an unexpected devilish smile and blushed with embarrassment that her once son was now a fully fertile married woman and she scolded herself silently in her mind....

"Uff Promi! Live in the reality for god's sake! Debu is married to a man! She is your daughter now!!"

In the meantime, Subosree was ofcoarse audibly engrossed in her songs, but her mind specifically wondered what was going on with Debosree, who was once her dear dadabhai. Her heart still cringed to remember the fact that Debosree was now a woman married to a man. 

Within a few moments, he plane took off atlast and flew towards Mumbai.