01-11-2024, 07:36 PM
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As Deepak and Preethi are locked up in one room, Akhilesh hugging the voluptuous body of his wife Aparna on whom all the men in that family have their eyes on..
Recollecting a recent incident, he is pressing her wife hard from behind
Aparna getting ready for a party was struggling to hook her blouse. She needed some help as I was inside bathroom. She walked into next room where Deepak and Neeraj were gossiping
Her entrance abruptly halting the conversation between Neeraj and Deepak. Both men were stunned into silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. They exchanged looks of shock and amazement, unable to comprehend that Aparna came like that. Deepak, so astounded, pinched himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming, while Neeraj stood speechless, unable to process the reality in front of him.
Aparna, noticing their astonished expressions, turned her back to them, exposing her unhooked blouse that dangled loosely, revealing her bra and bareback. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Neeraj's first, then Deepak's. with a mischievous glint in her eyes and asked in a soft, teasing voice, "Can you please help with my blouse?" her voice soft yet carrying a hint of playful innocence. She turned her head slightly, looking at them with a naughty smile that sent a shiver down their spines.
Neeraj's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He could see the playful glint in her eyes, the teasing smile on her lips. Deepak, equally stunned, looked at Neeraj for a moment, then back at Aparna bhabhi, trying to process what was happening.
Neeraj and Deepak were still immobilized, acting as if they had seen a ghost. Seeing them unresponsive, Aparna took two steps back, getting closer to them. She repeated, "I am getting late for a party , my hands are too tired to reach the hooks. Can you please help with my blouse?"
The men remained speechless, but Deepak pushed Neeraj forward, urging him to take the lead. Neeraj finally moved closer to Aparna, his breath heavy and his hands trembling. He couldn't believe what was happening and thought to himself, "Is she actually allowing me to touch her? How could this even happen to a guy like me who is her husband’s brother?"
Seeing his hands tremble, Aparna thought, "Oh, how the tables have turned, he used to ooze at me always, but now showing the modesty" and giggled, hiding her smile from Neeraj with her hand. He brought his hands closer to Aparna's blouse, and to his surprise, Aparna leaned back a little, as if encouraging him to proceed. Finally, Neeraj held the blouse hooks in his hands and started hooking them. He fastened the first hook and was about to hook the second one when Aparna moved away from him.
He looked at Aparna with confusion in his eyes. Aparna turned her head slightly to look at Neeraj and said, "I asked you to help with my blouse, not just with the hooks."
Neeraj scratched his head in confusion and asked, "What do you mean, Appu, by helping with your blouse?"
Neeraj could clearly see her cleavage through the loose fabric when she was turning her body. Noticing this, Aparna intentionally brought her hands close to each other, pressing her breasts together to make them more prominent. Neeraj licked his lips, lost in the sight.
"Did you see?" she asked again, snapping Neeraj out of his trance.
Neeraj, still unable to find the right words and having no clue what she was talking about, asked, "What, Appu?"
"The dirt on my blouse," she replied.
"Oh, I did not see that, Appu," Neeraj answered.
"You did not see the dirt on my blouse. Then what were you looking at?" she asked, raising her eyebrows teasingly.
"I was... I was loo—" Neeraj stammered, then tried to change the subject by asking, "What was it you needed help with, Appu?"
Aparna replied, "As you can see, my blouse is dirty. So—" she paused for a moment.
"So?" Neeraj repeated after her.
Aparna leaned closer to Neeraj and said in a low voice, "So I want you to help me remove my blouse."
Neeraj's heart skipped a beat at her request. His jaw dropped, and he stared at her blankly. Aparna continued, "I also want you to give me your shirt to wear. "
She stopped and looked at Neeraj for his reaction, but Neeraj was completely lost when she mentioned removing her blouse. He was speechless, his mind racing with excitement and disbelief.
Deepak saw Aparna whisper something to Neeraj which he could not hear. Deepak saw Neeraj standing there motionless. He thought to himself, 'What did she say to him that made him motionless?' Out of frustration, he shouted at Neeraj, "Hey bro, what is she saying?"
Neeraj snapped out of his shock and turned his head towards Deepak. With a trembling voice, he replied, "She is asking me to remove her blouse."
Deepak was even more surprised than Neeraj. He looked at Aparna and Neeraj one at a time with confusion. It took a moment, but he finally understood what she wanted and shouted at Neeraj with an excited voice, "Bro grab her. The bitch came here to get fucked.”
Hearing what Deepak had said, Neeraj turned his head back towards Aparna with a mix of disbelief and excitement. The room seemed to pulsate with tension, every second stretching into an eternity. He immediately sprang into action, grabbing Aparna around her waist. Deepak, seeing Neeraj's move, quickly followed suit, grabbing her legs. Together, they lifted her, holding her tight as if she might try to escape again.
For a moment, the three of them stood there, caught in a strange, tense silence, each waiting for someone else to make the first move. Finally, Neeraj took the initiative. He reached around Aparna's waist, pulling her towards him. She came crashing onto his chest, her breasts pressing against him. She was breathing heavily, excitement evident in her movements. Her chest heaved, and her breasts moved up and down, pressing and massaging Neeraj's chest with each breath.
Neeraj could no longer hold back. He grabbed the back of her head with his right hand, pulling her closer to his face, and started kissing her lips. To his surprise, her body offered no resistance. Instead, she kissed him back with the same intensity. It felt like they were picking up right where they had left off, kissing like long-lost lovers who had finally found each other again.
Deepak did not want to be a mere spectator this time. He watched as Neeraj pulled Aparna towards him and started kissing her. His excitement grew, and he felt a surge of desire to join in. Without wasting any more time, he quickly removed his shorts and discarded it, revealing his eagerness to participate. He was completely naked waist down.
Deepak approached Aparna from behind, his intentions clear. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his body against hers. Aparna could feel his arousal as he pressed his hard penis against her soft and firm buttocks. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and her body responded with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
As Neeraj continued to kiss Aparna passionately, Deepak began to explore her body from behind. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing her hips and sliding up her sides. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck, and planted soft kisses along her shoulder. The dual sensation of Neeraj's fervent kissing and Deepak's touch from behind overwhelmed Aparna, making her feel a whirlwind of emotions and physical sensations.
Deepak's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring the moment. He slid his hands up from her waist to her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging them through the fabric of her blouse. His touch was rough yet eager, kneading her flesh with increasing intensity. Aparna's breathing became more rapid, her body caught between the two men, each touch heightening the intensity of the moment.
Deepak buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. The smell of her sweat mixed with the remnants of her perfume created an intoxicating aroma that drove him wild. He moved his mouth to her neck, licking and kissing her skin with fervor. His tongue traced a path from her collarbone up to her ear, where he nibbled gently, sending electric sensations through her body.
As he continued to press his erection against her buttocks, Deepak's movements became more insistent. He pressed himself harder against her, his hips grinding in rhythm with Neeraj's humping against her soft belly. Aparna felt overwhelmed by the dual assault on her senses, her body responding involuntarily to the relentless stimulation.
Deepak's hands continued their exploration, sliding down her sides to her hips, and then back up to her breasts. He massaged and squeezed her flesh, his touch becoming more urgent. He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, madam. I can't get enough of you."
Aparna's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. Her body betrayed her with its responses, each touch and caress sending waves of conflicting emotions through her. She was caught in a maelstrom of sensations, unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure and the undeniable arousal that both men elicited from her.
Neeraj's kiss on Aparna's lips was fervent and desperate, filled with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His lips pressed against hers with a forceful passion, moving with a rhythm that spoke of his deep-seated desire. His hands cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together.
His kisses moved from her lips to her jawline, trailing down to her neck. He kissed and licked her skin, leaving a wet trail of his passion. Each kiss felt like a brand, marking her as his. Aparna tilted her head back, giving him better access, her body arching into his touch. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, his kisses becoming more urgent and demanding.
Aparna's lips parted under the pressure of his, allowing his tongue to slip inside her mouth. He explored her mouth with a voracious appetite, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting every corner. He was drinking her saliva, as if it was nectar, trying to consume every essence of her being. The kiss was intense, leaving no room for anything else but the raw emotion and lust that flowed between them.
As Neeraj kissed her, his hard penis pressed against her soft belly. Each thrust and grind sent waves of conflicting sensations through Aparna. She could feel the heat of his arousal against her skin, the firmness of his erection contrasting sharply with the softness of her own body. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, each motion pressing his erection insistently into her belly button. The sensation was both maddening and exhilarating, sending jolts of pleasure and anticipation through her body.
Aparna's body responded involuntarily, her hips moving slightly in sync with Neeraj's thrusts. The sensation of his penis pressing into her belly button was both strange and arousing, adding another layer of complexity to the emotions she was experiencing. Her breath came in short gasps between their kisses, her heart racing in her chest.
Neeraj's kisses grew more fervent, his desire evident in every movement. He nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it gently before diving back into the kiss with renewed intensity. Aparna's hands clutched at Neeraj's shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to anchor herself in the storm of sensations.
Aparna found herself caught in the intense embrace of Neeraj and Deepak. She was amazed at how her body seemed to betray her, showing no resistance and instead participating in the act with a passion she had not known existed within her.
As Neeraj's lips pressed against hers, she felt the fervor of his kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and exploring every corner. Her initial shock gave way to a surprising acceptance, her body responding instinctively. She found herself returning the favor, her own tongue entering his mouth, engaging in a passionate dance. She blessed him with her saliva, which he drank eagerly, slurping on her tongue like a desperate man lost in a desert, parched for water. The intensity of his need and the way he savored every drop of her essence left her breathless and bewildered.
Her thoughts raced as she realized how she had embraced Neeraj's kiss. There was no hesitation, no reluctance. Instead, she had welcomed his intrusion, her body moving in sync with his as if it had a mind of its own. The realization that she had responded so passionately to his kiss, that she had allowed him to dominate her mouth and had even enjoyed it, left her both amazed and confused.
Meanwhile, Deepak's presence behind her added another layer of sensation. She could feel his hard penis pressing against her ass, the heat and firmness of his arousal unmistakable. Instead of recoiling, she found herself pushing her hips back into him, meeting his thrusts with her own movements. The feeling of his hardness against her softness sent shivers down her spine, her body responding with an eagerness that surprised her.
When Deepak leaned in to kiss her neck, she instinctively reached back with her right hand, holding his head and encouraging him to continue. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, pushing his head into her neck. The sensation of his lips and tongue on her skin, combined with the pressure of his body against hers, created a heady mix of pleasure and desire. She was amazed at how naturally her body accepted his advances, how she welcomed his touch and even craved more.
Aparna's mind struggled to comprehend the extent of her own participation. She was not just a passive recipient; she was an active participant, her body and actions reflecting a deep-seated desire that she had never acknowledged before. The passion that flowed between them, the way her body moved in harmony with theirs, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Her body was producing juices that emitted an intoxicating scent, so potent that even the goddess of sex would be turned on. Her armpits were sweaty, and her vagina was dripping with juices, clearly indicating that her body was ready for sex. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mixing with the sweat and heat of the moment, creating an atmosphere charged with raw, primal desire.
At that moment, she was caught between the reality of her situation and the undeniable truth of her body's response. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to regain control, but her body seemed to have a will of its own, driven by a primal need that defied logic and reason. The pleasure, the intensity, the sheer rawness of the act left her breathless and yearning for more, even as her mind struggled to make sense of it all.
Aparna was left in awe of her own reactions, her thoughts a chaotic blend of shock, amazement, and undeniable arousal. She couldn't understand how she had reached this point, how she had allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of their touch. Yet, as Neeraj and Deepak continued their ministrations, she couldn't deny the truth: her body had found a pleasure in their embrace that she had never known before, and it responded with a fervor that left her both exhilarated and deeply conflicted.
As they continued, Deepak's actions grew increasingly bold and invasive. With Neeraj and Aparna deeply engrossed in their passionate kiss, Deepak took advantage of the moment to further explore Aparna's body.
Deepak moved his attention from Aparna's neck to her shoulder. He carefully slid her blouse slightly to the side with his right hand, revealing the strap of her bra. The sight of the tight strap pressing into her soft flesh captivated him, and he couldn't resist the urge to dig into her flesh with his mouth. He bit around the strap, his teeth grazing her skin, and then, clutching the strap with his teeth, he lifted it slightly before letting it snap back against her shoulder. The elasticity of the bra strap caused it to hit her with a sharp pat sound, eliciting a moan of pain from Aparna.
The sound of her moan turned Deepak on even more. He wanted to get Aparna's attention, so he repeated the action, pulling her bra strap with his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin multiple times. Each time, Aparna winced in pain, and the involuntary moans that escaped her lips only fueled Deepak's desire. The repeated snapping of the strap eventually forced Aparna to break away from her kiss with Neeraj. She turned her head back to see what was causing the pain, while Neeraj continued to kiss her cheeks.
Deepak and Aparna's eyes met for a moment, and he could see the question in her eyes: "What are you trying to do?" In response, Deepak demonstrated by slowly pulling her bra strap with his teeth and letting it go again. Aparna bit her lower lip to suppress the pain, her eyes still locked on Deepak. Seeing her biting her own lip, Deepak felt an overwhelming urge to bite her lips himself. He leaned forward, intending to kiss her, but before he could reach her, Neeraj, with his left hand, turned Aparna's face back towards him and resumed kissing her with fervor.
Disappointed, Deepak moved back to kissing her shoulder. He kissed along her bra strap, tracing it down to where her bra was fastened. With the urgency of a hungry animal wanting to reach its prey, he held the hooks of her bra in his mouth and tried to unhook them with his teeth, grunting with the effort. Finally, he succeeded in undoing her bra hooks, revealing the skin marked by the tight bra. Deepak passionately kissed and licked the same spot, savoring the taste of her skin.
Deepak continued kissing her back, which was arched towards him while he humped her from behind. He then kneeled down, facing her ass directly. Like a pig searching for truffles, he moved his head forward to smell her ass over her saree. He took a deep breath, inhaling her body scents. His nostrils filled with the intoxicating aroma of her vaginal juices and the natural scent of her ass. The smell drove him mad with desire. He neighed like a horse desperate to mate.
Lost in her scents, Deepak acted on impulse. He grabbed a handful of her right buttock in his mouth and bit down hard. The sharp pain caused Aparna to cry out loudly, breaking her kiss with Neeraj. Neeraj, hearing Aparna's loud cry, looked down at Deepak and realized what he had done. His eyes filled with anger as he shouted at Deepak, "What do you think she is, a mutton piece that you can bite?" His voice was stern and filled with authority. "Now get out of here and stand outside the room," he commanded.
Deepak, realizing the gravity of his mistake, stood up with his face downcast. The shame and disappointment were evident in his posture as he walked away from Neeraj and Aparna, heading towards the door.
I watched as Neeraj got angry and ordered Deepak out of the room. Deepak started to move away, looking dejected. Neeraj turned back to Aparna, ready to resume their kiss, but to his surprise, Aparna moved towards Deepak and held his hand to stop him. Deepak stopped and turned to look at Aparna, his face reflecting the shame of being scolded by Neeraj. Aparna gave him a sweet smile, reassuring him that he had not done anything wrong.
Then, turning her head towards Neeraj, she gave him a mischievous smile and said, " If a goat is slaughtered, it should be shared by all, referring to Neeraj's earlier comparison of her to a piece of mutton.
Neeraj was completely taken aback. Hearing her use slang words typically spoken by 3rd class people and laborers like them shocked him. But what shocked him even more was her implication that she should be shared between them.
Without waiting for a response from Neeraj, Aparna turned back to Deepak and launched herself at him, kissing him passionately on the lips. This action surprised all three of them: I, who was watching from his imagined vantage point; Neeraj, who stood there in shock; and Deepak, who was being kissed. It was especially shocking to Neeraj because he knew how dirty Deepak's mouth was, Deepak's teeth were a sight that could make even the most hardened individual cringe. Years of neglect and his addiction to gutkha had left his teeth stained a deep, sickly red. The remnants of the chewing tobacco clung stubbornly to his teeth, forming unsightly patches that were impossible to ignore. His gums were a darkened hue, receding from his teeth and leaving them looking even more grotesque. The smell of stale tobacco and neglect emanated from his mouth, creating a noxious cloud that often made those around him wince.
Neeraj had always been aware of Deepak's poor oral hygiene. He recalled how even the prostitutes they frequented would refuse to kiss Deepak on the lips, finding other ways to engage with him to avoid the foulness of his mouth. The red-stained teeth and foul breath had become a part of Deepak's identity, a constant reminder of his rough lifestyle and lack of care for personal hygiene.
Despite this, Aparna kissed him passionately, disregarding the filth and the smell. It was a sight that left Neeraj completely stunned, turning him on even more as he thought, "Kya randi hai yaar" [What a whore she is, man]. The contrast between her apparent refinement and the degrading situation she found herself in, willingly kissing Deepak with his dirty teeth, created a surreal and intoxicating moment for Neeraj.
Aparna's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she leaned in to kiss Deepak. She could taste the bitterness of gutkha on his lip. The foul odor of tobacco and neglect assaulted her senses, but she found herself pushing through the revulsion, driven by a newfound abandon she had never felt before.
As their lips met, the kiss was surprisingly intense. Deepak's rough, calloused hands cupped her face with a desperation that matched the hunger in his kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, but the underlying grit of the gutkha added a rough texture to the experience. Aparna's initial hesitation melted away as she felt a rush of adrenaline, her body responding with an unexpected intensity. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a heady mix of fear, excitement, and arousal coursed through her veins.
Deepak was taken aback by the fervor with which Aparna kissed him. He had expected her to be hesitant, repulsed even, but instead, she kissed him with a passion that bordered on feral. Her lips moved against his with a fierce hunger, and her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring it with an eagerness that matched his own. The taste of her mingled with the bitter tang of gutkha, creating a heady cocktail that heightened the intensity of their kiss.
Aparna could feel Deepak's breath coming in ragged gasps as he deepened the kiss, his hands moving from her face to her shoulders, pulling her closer. The sensation of his rough hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself pressing into him. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldn't get enough of the gritty, intoxicating kiss.
As they kissed, Aparna's thoughts were a chaotic jumble. She marveled at how her body was betraying her, how it was responding with such intense passion to a man who repulsed her on so many levels. She couldn't understand why she was enjoying the kiss, why she was kissing him back with such fervor. The thrill of the forbidden, the degradation, and the raw, primal desire all mingled to create an experience that was as confusing as it was arousing.
Deepak's hands roamed over her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her spine, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Deepak was in a state of overwhelming excitement and desire. The intensity of the situation had taken over his senses, and he was deeply aroused. Standing there with his lungi discarded, he was completely naked from the waist down, his hard penis pressing eagerly against Aparna. It should have disgusted her, but instead, it fueled the fire burning within her. She kissed him harder, her teeth grazing his lips, drawing a grunt of pleasure from deep within his throat.
Aparna slowly stopped the kiss and moved her face away from Deepak. They both looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Aparna gave him a smile and gently rubbed his cheek with her right thumb, a tender gesture that made Deepak think, "What a kind woman she is."
She then turned towards Neeraj, who could clearly see that Aparna's lips were moist from the mixture of their saliva. Neeraj thought she would definitely clean Deepak's saliva from her lips or she would throw up from the dirty smell of Deepak's saliva. But to Neeraj's surprise, Aparna, with a deliberate slowness, licked her lips with her tongue, taking all the moisture into her mouth.
Aparna then, with her right hand's pointing finger, gestured for Neeraj to come near her. Neeraj moved closer to her, his heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. As he approached, he could see the glint of mischief in her eyes, and he felt an overwhelming surge of desire. He was eager to feel her lips on his again, to taste the remnants of her kiss with Deepak.
The moment was charged with an intense erotic energy, and Neeraj could hardly contain himself as he closed the distance between them. Aparna's bold actions and the way she had embraced the situation with such unexpected passion left him in awe. He could sense that this encounter was about to reach a new level of intensity, and he was ready to lose himself in the heat of the moment.
Neeraj moved closer to Aparna, seeing her standing with her left hand around Deepak's neck, her left breast pressing against Deepak's chest, and Deepak's right arm around her waist. Suddenly, Aparna grabbed Neeraj's shirt collar and tugged it towards her, bringing his face close to hers.
Aparna (with a naughty smile): "Deepak is a better kisser than you."
Neeraj couldn't believe what he was hearing. Deepak was surprised too, but he knew that Aparna was teasing Neeraj and admiring him only because she felt sorry for the way Neeraj had insulted him previously. Deepak was pleased by her kindness towards him.
Deepak (Neeraj angrily, looking at Deepak): "Did you hear what she said? I am a better kisser than you."
Deepak started laughing at Neeraj. Aparna giggled a little and smoothly slapped Deepak's lips with her left hand, gesturing for him to stop teasing Neeraj.
Neeraj (feeling insulted and losing his temper): " You whore, filthy woman, you like that old man's dirty mouth. Even the prostitutes in Heeramandi don't like his dirty mouth."
Deepak was surprised to hear Neeraj calling Aparna a whore.
Deepak (thinking): "Neeraj loses his mind when he gets angry."
Deepak looked at Aparna for her reaction, and surprisingly, she was still laughing at Neeraj's words.
Aparna (still laughing): " There are no whores in Heeramandi. They do it out of compulsion for money."
Neeraj was speechless hearing Aparna.
Deepak leaned his head close to her left ear and whispered.
Deepak (whispering): " Then where are the real whores?"
While speaking, he moved his right arm from her waist down to her right butt cheek and slightly pressed it. Aparna turned her head to Deepak, looking into his eyes teasingly.
Aparna (teasingly): " They are the daughters-in-law of good families."
While saying this, she moved her eyes down, pointing to her mangalsutra which was lying on her cleavage.
Neeraj and Deepak were both stunned by her boldness. The air in the room was thick with tension and desire. Aparna's playful yet provocative words had a powerful impact on both men.
Both Deepak and Neeraj were dumbfounded hearing her replies. Aparna, seeing their shocked faces, started giggling. Neeraj, remembering her insult a few moments ago, burst out in anger. He grabbed her hair with his hand, pulling her head close to his.
Neeraj (furious): " You really enjoy acting like a whore, don't you? Let me show you what we do with whores."
To Neeraj's surprise, Aparna did not back down and replied confidently.
Aparna (challenging): " If you have the guts, then show me."
While saying this, she moved her head even closer to Neeraj's face, placing her lips millimeters away from his. He understood what she wanted and pounced on her lips, starting their passionate kiss once again. Aparna simultaneously moved her left hand, which was on Deepak's shoulder, dug into Deepak's hair with her fingers, and pushed him onto her neck, indicating to him that she had not forgotten about him. Deepak complied, following her guidance while thinking, "How thoughtful she is, she doesn't want me to feel left out."
Deepak started kissing and licking her neck while massaging her butt cheek with his right hand and holding her waist with his left. He bit her neck at regular intervals, hearing Aparna moan. The slurping noises from Neeraj and Aparna's kiss made him want to kiss her lips again, then a thought popped into his head, "Those are not the only lips she has."
Acting on his thoughts, he knelt and found Aparna's sari pallu lying on the ground. He immediately grabbed it and started unwinding her saree from her waist. Aparna's left hand, now free, moved and grabbed her saree, preventing it from being removed. Aparna stopped her kiss and looked down, seeing Deepak holding her sari and trying to remove it but stopped because her left hand was holding it. Deepak looked at Aparna with a question mark on his face.
Aparna realized her hand had moved on its own to stop a stranger from removing her saree, protecting her dignity. She felt a little ashamed of how far she had come from being a good wife to I. Neeraj, seeing the shame on Aparna's face, whispered in her right ear.
Neeraj (whispering): " Whores don't hesitate to remove their clothes."
While saying this, he moved his right hand to grab Aparna's left hand, forcing it away from her saree. Aparna turned her face towards Neeraj, feeling his right arm forcing her left arm away from her saree. She thought to herself, "Her body's last line of defense, embedded in muscle memory to protect her dignity as a good wife, is being forced away by a stranger."
Neeraj went back to kissing her lips, and Deepak did not waste any more time removing her saree. Now, her saree was completely removed and lying on the floor.
Deepak, kneeling, looked up and took in the sight before him, every detail imprinting itself in his mind. He felt an overwhelming sense of awe. His eyes first met Aparna's face, where he saw her expressive eyes half-closed in pleasure, her long dark lashes fluttering. Her full, soft pink lips were locked in a passionate kiss with Neeraj's, moving sensually and rhythmically. The way they kissed showed an intense connection, with Aparna's lips parting slightly to welcome Neeraj's advances. Her cheeks were flushed, a mixture of arousal and exertion evident on her face.
Her dark hair cascaded around her face, framing it like a halo, and as she tilted her head, it moved with a sensual grace. Deepak saw the delicate line of her collarbone peeking out from her blouse, which was now disheveled and revealing more of her smooth, golden skin.
Neeraj’s hands were wrapped around Aparna's waist, pulling her closer, while one hand occasionally moved up to cradle the back of her head, deepening their kiss. Aparna’s right hand was free and roaming, occasionally clutching at Neeraj's shirt as the kiss grew more passionate. The slurping sounds of their kiss filled the room, a testament to the intensity and rawness of their connection.
Deepak’s gaze then moved downward, appreciating Aparna's soft belly, with its gentle curves and slight folds of belly fat, added to her allure. A small birthmark near her belly button stood out against her smooth skin, drawing attention to the natural beauty of her midsection. Her waist curved perfectly into her hips, where her pink panties clung to her form, visibly wet with vaginal juices. The panties had some hair peeking out, indicating it had been a week since her last shave. Her legs, strong and shapely, were slightly apart, and her meaty, soft thighs led down to her perfectly waxed, shiny shins and delicate feet.
Her feet, with red nail polish on her toes, looked beautiful against her fair skin. She was standing on her toes, straining upwards to meet Neeraj's lips, which emphasized the graceful arch of her feet and the strength in her legs.
Deepak’s eyes took in the scene with growing arousal, noting the way Aparna’s body responded to Neeraj’s touch and kiss. Her back arched slightly, her hips pressing forward in response to Neeraj’s touch, creating a mesmerizing picture of feminine beauty and desire. Her shoulders were relaxed, and her posture indicated complete surrender to the pleasure she was experiencing.
In this moment, Deepak saw not just a beautiful woman, but a vision of raw sensuality and uninhibited passion, something that made his own penis get hard.
Deepak couldn't hold himself back any longer. Seeing Aparna and Neeraj kissing passionately, the urge to kiss Aparna grew stronger. With a wicked smile, Deepak thought, "I am going to kiss more juicy lips than you, Neeraj." Acting on his thoughts, Deepak held her panty in his palms and tugged it down with force as if he wanted to tear it away. Understanding Deepak's intentions, Aparna raised her left leg in the air a little to help Deepak take her panties off. Deepak followed her cue, pulled the left side of her panties to the ground, and tapped on her right leg with his left hand, signaling her to raise her right leg. Aparna complied with his request and raised her right leg as well. Deepak successfully took her panties off her and put them aside.
Immediately, Deepak buried his face between her legs, savoring the delicious scent of her pussy. Slowly, he worked his way up towards her clitoris, applying pressure lightly at first before gradually increasing the intensity. Aparna, in response, started moaning to Deepak's advances.
Just as Deepak's tongue touched her clit, she let out a loud moan in ecstasy while she continued to kiss Neeraj simultaneously. Instantly, Deepak knew that she liked it. Amazingly, Aparna even parted her legs a little, allowing Deepak to pleasure her. Deepak's tongue explored every crevice and fold of her vulva, tasting each one thoroughly. Every time Deepak passed over a particularly sensitive spot, he paused momentarily to lick it clean. Within moments, his efforts paid off as her hips began rocking back and forth rhythmically. Soon afterward, her breathing grew heavier and faster. Deepak wanted to dig deep, so he tapped on her right thigh. She immediately complied and lifted her right leg a little. Deepak grabbed her thigh from underneath with his right hand, lifted her right leg to his shoulder, and placed it over his shoulder. Then he continued stimulating her clitoris relentlessly. Her body finally surrendered to the overwhelming sensations flooding her body and started producing a trail of sticky fluids dripping down her thighs. Quickly, Deepak licked and swallowed the juices on her thighs. Then, Deepak repositioned himself so that his lips rested against her inner thigh. Aparna's moaning started getting louder each time Deepak licked her pussy. With Deepak licking her pussy, she was unable to concentrate on her kiss with Neeraj. But Deepak's next move made her break her kiss with Neeraj completely.
Next, Deepak slowly moved upward along her leg towards her vagina. While licking Aparna's juices on his lips, Deepak inserted his two fingers deep inside her vagina. Simultaneously, he moved his mouth to her clitoris and started licking it with his tongue. He slowly moved his fingers, exploring inside her vagina while keeping an eye on her facial expressions. After a few moments, Aparna's body started shivering furiously, and she stopped kissing Neeraj. She moved her head away from Neeraj. Neeraj noticed she stopped kissing him and saw Deepak licking her pussy. He felt a little jealous that Deepak was kissing juicier lips than he was, but he started enjoying himself, looking at Aparna's expression while she was enjoying the moment. Neeraj took out his hard penis from his pants and started rubbing it with his right hand. Now Deepak could see her face. Her eyes were closed with her mouth slightly open. Her face had an expression indicating she was in complete ecstasy. Deepak started moving his fingers inside her vagina to find her G spot.
Each time Deepak rubbed her clitoris, she responded, emitting loud moans of approval. Eventually, she began grinding against Deepak's fingers, rhythmically building up momentum until she finally gave up her G spot with the loudest moan till now. Deepak focused on her G spot and kept massaging it repeatedly while licking her clit. Aparna was unable to stand straight anymore from the sheer pleasure. She held Neeraj by putting her right hand around his neck. Then she pulled him closer to her, placing her head on his left shoulder. Neeraj put his left hand on her head, rubbing her soft hair. Neeraj looked down at Deepak and saw how Deepak was enjoying her juices. He felt he was being left out. Wanting to drink her juices too, Neeraj held Aparna's hair in his left palm and pulled her hair to lift her head off his left shoulder.
Neeraj: "Baby, please let me drink your juices too."
Aparna: (Feeling a little shy when she heard him calling her baby, enjoying the pleasure of what Deepak was doing, managed to open her eyes a little with a naughty smile on her face, while still moaning) "What do you want to drink?"
Neeraj: (Cupping her left boob with his right hand, massaging and pinching her nipple) "I wanted to drink your milk from the moment I saw you in the theatre."
Aparna: (Still moaning) "What will I get in return?"
Neeraj: (With a wicked smile forming across his face, pointing to his hard penis with his eyes, which is out of his pants) "You can drink my milk."
Aparna: (Following his eyes with her own to his hard penis and back to his face, locking his eyes with hers, moving her face forward, and whispering) "Deal!"
Neeraj, without wasting a moment, held her hands and yanked her already unhooked blouse in his hands. Aparna straightened her arms and raised them above her head to help Neeraj remove her blouse completely. Now she was just wearing her bra, covering her boobs. The bra was already unhooked by Deepak when he was licking her back. Neeraj effortlessly held her bra with his right hand, pulled it over her left shoulder, then followed by her right shoulder, swiftly removing her bra. Aparna was now completely naked. Neeraj paused for a moment, soaking in her absolute beauty. Aparna's naked breasts were a sight to behold, an exquisite blend of natural beauty and sensual allure. Her skin was a soft, creamy hue, flawless and smooth, enhancing the elegance of her curves. Her breasts were full and firm, perfectly rounded, exuding a youthful vitality. They stood proudly, with a slight, natural bounce as she moved.
The areolas were a delicate shade of pink, contrasting beautifully against the paleness of her skin. They were slightly raised, a sign of her arousal, with her nipples erect and inviting. Her nipples were small and perfectly shaped, crowning her breasts with a touch of delicate allure.
As Neeraj's hands explored her, he marveled at their softness, the way they yielded to his touch while maintaining their firmness. The gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath added to the mesmerizing effect, creating a rhythm that was both calming and arousing.
The curves of her breasts flowed seamlessly into the rest of her body, accentuating her slender waist and the gentle arch of her back. There was a birthmark near the top of her right breast, adding a unique and intimate touch to her flawless form.
Neeraj, lost in the moment, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe and desire.
Aparna, feeling a sudden wave of shyness as she noticed Neeraj's intense gaze on her naked breasts, instinctively moved to cover herself. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a stark contrast to the creamy hue of her skin. She crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers gently pressing into the soft, warm flesh of her breasts as she tried to hide them from Neeraj's hungry eyes.
Her movements were delicate and modest, a testament to her innate grace and elegance. The way she held herself, the slight quiver in her arms, and the shy, downcast look in her eyes all combined to create an image of pure, unadulterated beauty.
Neeraj, seeing her attempt to hide her breasts, felt a surge of both tenderness and desire. Her shyness only added to her allure, making her seem even more vulnerable and enchanting. He was struck by how genuine and unaffected she seemed, her modesty a stark contrast to the boldness she had shown just moments before.
He gently reached out and placed his hands on her wrists, his touch firm yet tender. "Baby," he whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and longing, "don't hide from me. You are beautiful."
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his. In that brief exchange, Neeraj saw a mixture of emotions: shyness, curiosity, and a burgeoning trust. Slowly, he guided her hands away from her chest, revealing her breasts once again. As her arms moved to her sides, her breasts were exposed in all their glory, their fullness and beauty captivating Neeraj completely.
Unable to pull back any longer, Neeraj placed his hands under her arms and around her back, pulling her towards him. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and placed his mouth on her right breast, suckling gently on her nipple. Aparna's body responded instinctively, her back arching slightly as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Neeraj's reaction was one of pure reverence. He kissed her breasts tenderly, his lips moving from one nipple to the other, savoring the taste and feel of her soft, warm skin. His hands roamed her back, caressing her and holding her close, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.
As Neeraj suckled on Aparna's breasts and Deepak devoured her between her legs, Aparna found herself lost in a whirlwind of sensations that she had never experienced before. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alight with pleasure, sending shockwaves from her chest to her core and back again.
The sensation of Neeraj's mouth on her breasts was electrifying. His tongue circled her nipples, flicking and teasing them until they hardened. Each time he suckled, a surge of pleasure shot through her, making her arch her back and press herself closer to him. His hands roamed her back and sides, grounding her in the intensity of the moment.
Simultaneously, Deepak's expert tongue and fingers were working wonders on her lower body. His mouth moved expertly over her clitoris, licking and sucking with a rhythm that sent her into spasms of pleasure. The feeling of his rough hands holding her thighs apart and the occasional nip of his teeth added a raw, primal element to the experience. When his fingers joined in, sliding into her wetness and curling just right to hit her G-spot, it was almost too much to bear.
Aparna's mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions. Part of her was still grappling with the shock and disbelief of her situation, while another part was consumed by the sheer physical pleasure. The dual sensations from her breasts and vagina were overwhelming, blending together into a crescendo of ecstasy that made her feel like she was floating.
Her moans filled the room, a testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Each lick, suck, and touch from Neeraj and Deepak sent her closer to the edge. She could feel her body responding without hesitation, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through her.
"Ah... Neeraj... Deepak... oh God," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Neeraj, hearing her moans, sucked harder on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it before moving to the other breast. He bit gently, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through her, making her cry out louder.
Deepak, encouraged by her responses, increased the intensity of his ministrations. He licked her clit with fervor, his fingers moving faster inside her. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, a clear sign that she was close.
Aparna's entire body was trembling, her legs quivering with the effort to stay upright. She clung to Neeraj, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving.
"I... I'm going to... oh, God!" she cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, making her toes curl and her head fall back in ecstasy. Her moans turned into a continuous cry of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Neeraj and Deepak continued their actions, prolonging her orgasm and drawing out every last bit of pleasure they could. It felt like an eternity before the waves of ecstasy finally began to subside, leaving Aparna weak and breathless, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
She collapsed against Neeraj, her legs barely able to support her. He held her close, his hands gently stroking her back as she came down from the heights of her pleasure. Deepak slowly withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her.
Aparna felt utterly spent, but also completely fulfilled. The experience had been beyond anything she had ever imagined, and though she was still grappling with the reality of her situation, in that moment, all she could think about was the incredible pleasure she had just felt.
I, unable to believe what he was witnessing, saw that Aparna was nearly unconscious with pleasure, her head resting on Neeraj's left shoulder. Her body seemed to be in a state of complete surrender, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her. I's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief, unable to reconcile the sight before him with the woman he knew.
Deepak, having finished his passionate exploration of Aparna's body, stood up. He exchanged a look with Neeraj, both men clearly communicating without words. I could hear snippets of their conversation as they discussed their next move.
Neeraj, still holding Aparna close, whispered to Deepak, " What are you thinking? What should we do next?”
Deepak, wiping his mouth and savoring the taste of Aparna's juices, replied with a grin, " That was amazing, but now we should do something else.”
Neeraj nodded in agreement, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and determination. " Yes, now it's time to have the real fun.”
Neeraj, holding Aparna in his hands, looked over at Deepak and asked, "Hall mein ek bistar hai na?" [There's a bed in the hall, right?]
Deepak, catching his breath and still exhilarated from the earlier activities, nodded. " Yes, there's a bed in the hall. I think the construction workers who work night shifts must be using it.”
Neeraj, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and determination, gave a quick nod. " Okay, hold her legs. Let's take her to the bed.”
Deepak, following Neeraj's instructions without hesitation, grabbed Aparna's legs, lifting them gently. Meanwhile, Neeraj secured her upper body in his arms. Aparna, in a state of near unconsciousness from the overwhelming sensations she had experienced, remained compliant in their grip.
As they carefully carried her towards the hall, their movements were synchronized, both men working together to transport her without causing harm. Aparna's head lolled slightly against Neeraj's shoulder, her breaths shallow and rapid.
Deepak, holding her legs, glanced at Neeraj, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. " What do you think, will this night be unforgettable, Neeraj bro?”
Neeraj smirked, his grip tightening slightly as he adjusted Aparna's weight in his arms. " Absolutely, Deepak. This night will be unforgettable for both of us.”
As Neeraj and Deepak carried Aparna out of the room and into the hall, their movements were not entirely gentle. They had to navigate through the cluttered space filled with construction materials, making their steps uneven and causing Aparna's body to jostle and bump against them.
Deepak, holding Aparna's legs, had to maneuver around the heavy box of floor tiles placed near the entrance. Neeraj, carrying her upper body, had to ensure they didn't stumble over the scattered tools and materials on the floor. The occasional misstep or sudden shift in weight caused Aparna's body to be shaken more vigorously.
As they moved her towards the bed, the constant motion and the occasional rough handling began to stir Aparna from her unconscious state. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as she started to regain awareness. The sensation of being carried and the noise of their footsteps, along with their voices arguing and conversing, gradually brought her back to consciousness.
When they finally reached the bed and began to place her down, one particularly jarring bump caused Aparna to fully awaken. Her eyes opened slowly, and she found herself looking up at the ceiling, disoriented and confused.
Aparna: "Where are you taking me?" Her voice was groggy, her mind still foggy from the sudden awakening.
Neeraj, ever quick with a witty reply, looked down at her with a mischievous grin.
Neeraj: "Don't worry, baby. We're taking you to our first night bed."
Aparna, still adjusting to her surroundings and the situation, couldn't help but respond with a playful smile.
Aparna: "Oh, okay then. Who is the husband tonight among both of you?"
Her words surprised I, who was watching the scene unfold, and even herself. Despite the shock of her situation, Aparna's playful side surfaced, unknowingly sparking a competition between Neeraj and Deepak.
Neeraj: "Me! I am your husband tonight."
Deepak: "No! It's me. I am your husband tonight."
They started arguing about who would play the role of her husband, their competitive spirits reignited by her playful question. Aparna's giggle in response to their bickering added to the surreal nature of the moment, as she found herself caught between the two men, both eager to claim her.
Neeraj: "You are too old to be her husband. You're her father-in-law's age."
Deepak: (placing her feet down gently and stuttering) "I... I can still be her husband."
Seeing Deepak struggle to find the right words, Aparna decided to step in and console him.
Aparna: (placing her left palm on Deepak's right cheek) "Awww! Poor man, don't worry. Father-in-laws also fuck their Bahu."
She winked at him with a naughty smile, surprising both men. Deepak, feeling consoled and reassured by her kindness, grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, pressing his hard penis against her naked body.
Neeraj: (turning from adjusting the bed) "Okay, the bed is ready. Let's start!"
Aparna: (moving away from Deepak and placing her hands on her waist. She added a slight swirling movement to her posture, causing her hips to sway seductively from side to side.) "This is how you treat a woman like me? You made me completely naked by forcefully taking off my saree and blouse, but you both are still dressed. How is this fair?"
Deepak immediately complied, removing his shirt.
Deepak: "Oh yes, Bahu! I will remove it."
Aparna giggled at his compliance, finding amusement in his eagerness.
Deepak: "Come on, Neeraj, make it quick. Remove your clothes."
Neeraj followed suit, removing his shirt and pants. Aparna watched them get naked, biting the corner of her lower lip and moving her eyes periodically between Neeraj and Deepak.
Now all three of them were completely naked. Aparna, with a naughty smile, took a couple of steps forward, standing between them.
Aparna: "Now, Neeraj, according to our deal, let’s..."
Deepak: (Interrupting) "What deal?"
Before Aparna could answer, Neeraj, feeling jealous, interjected.
Neeraj: "You were too busy licking and drinking her vaginal juices to know about our deal."
The jealousy in his tone was palpable. They both started arguing again, their rivalry reigniting. Aparna, shaking her head in exasperation, realized they were at it again.
Akhilesh opened his eyes from a deep dream and realized all this is dream ? Shitt… but both Deepak, Neeraj bro have their eyes on my wife Aparna is very clear
As Deepak and Preethi are locked up in one room, Akhilesh hugging the voluptuous body of his wife Aparna on whom all the men in that family have their eyes on..
Recollecting a recent incident, he is pressing her wife hard from behind
Aparna getting ready for a party was struggling to hook her blouse. She needed some help as I was inside bathroom. She walked into next room where Deepak and Neeraj were gossiping
Her entrance abruptly halting the conversation between Neeraj and Deepak. Both men were stunned into silence, their eyes wide with disbelief. They exchanged looks of shock and amazement, unable to comprehend that Aparna came like that. Deepak, so astounded, pinched himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming, while Neeraj stood speechless, unable to process the reality in front of him.
Aparna, noticing their astonished expressions, turned her back to them, exposing her unhooked blouse that dangled loosely, revealing her bra and bareback. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Neeraj's first, then Deepak's. with a mischievous glint in her eyes and asked in a soft, teasing voice, "Can you please help with my blouse?" her voice soft yet carrying a hint of playful innocence. She turned her head slightly, looking at them with a naughty smile that sent a shiver down their spines.
Neeraj's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. He could see the playful glint in her eyes, the teasing smile on her lips. Deepak, equally stunned, looked at Neeraj for a moment, then back at Aparna bhabhi, trying to process what was happening.
Neeraj and Deepak were still immobilized, acting as if they had seen a ghost. Seeing them unresponsive, Aparna took two steps back, getting closer to them. She repeated, "I am getting late for a party , my hands are too tired to reach the hooks. Can you please help with my blouse?"
The men remained speechless, but Deepak pushed Neeraj forward, urging him to take the lead. Neeraj finally moved closer to Aparna, his breath heavy and his hands trembling. He couldn't believe what was happening and thought to himself, "Is she actually allowing me to touch her? How could this even happen to a guy like me who is her husband’s brother?"
Seeing his hands tremble, Aparna thought, "Oh, how the tables have turned, he used to ooze at me always, but now showing the modesty" and giggled, hiding her smile from Neeraj with her hand. He brought his hands closer to Aparna's blouse, and to his surprise, Aparna leaned back a little, as if encouraging him to proceed. Finally, Neeraj held the blouse hooks in his hands and started hooking them. He fastened the first hook and was about to hook the second one when Aparna moved away from him.
He looked at Aparna with confusion in his eyes. Aparna turned her head slightly to look at Neeraj and said, "I asked you to help with my blouse, not just with the hooks."
Neeraj scratched his head in confusion and asked, "What do you mean, Appu, by helping with your blouse?"
Neeraj could clearly see her cleavage through the loose fabric when she was turning her body. Noticing this, Aparna intentionally brought her hands close to each other, pressing her breasts together to make them more prominent. Neeraj licked his lips, lost in the sight.
"Did you see?" she asked again, snapping Neeraj out of his trance.
Neeraj, still unable to find the right words and having no clue what she was talking about, asked, "What, Appu?"
"The dirt on my blouse," she replied.
"Oh, I did not see that, Appu," Neeraj answered.
"You did not see the dirt on my blouse. Then what were you looking at?" she asked, raising her eyebrows teasingly.
"I was... I was loo—" Neeraj stammered, then tried to change the subject by asking, "What was it you needed help with, Appu?"
Aparna replied, "As you can see, my blouse is dirty. So—" she paused for a moment.
"So?" Neeraj repeated after her.
Aparna leaned closer to Neeraj and said in a low voice, "So I want you to help me remove my blouse."
Neeraj's heart skipped a beat at her request. His jaw dropped, and he stared at her blankly. Aparna continued, "I also want you to give me your shirt to wear. "
She stopped and looked at Neeraj for his reaction, but Neeraj was completely lost when she mentioned removing her blouse. He was speechless, his mind racing with excitement and disbelief.
Deepak saw Aparna whisper something to Neeraj which he could not hear. Deepak saw Neeraj standing there motionless. He thought to himself, 'What did she say to him that made him motionless?' Out of frustration, he shouted at Neeraj, "Hey bro, what is she saying?"
Neeraj snapped out of his shock and turned his head towards Deepak. With a trembling voice, he replied, "She is asking me to remove her blouse."
Deepak was even more surprised than Neeraj. He looked at Aparna and Neeraj one at a time with confusion. It took a moment, but he finally understood what she wanted and shouted at Neeraj with an excited voice, "Bro grab her. The bitch came here to get fucked.”
Hearing what Deepak had said, Neeraj turned his head back towards Aparna with a mix of disbelief and excitement. The room seemed to pulsate with tension, every second stretching into an eternity. He immediately sprang into action, grabbing Aparna around her waist. Deepak, seeing Neeraj's move, quickly followed suit, grabbing her legs. Together, they lifted her, holding her tight as if she might try to escape again.
For a moment, the three of them stood there, caught in a strange, tense silence, each waiting for someone else to make the first move. Finally, Neeraj took the initiative. He reached around Aparna's waist, pulling her towards him. She came crashing onto his chest, her breasts pressing against him. She was breathing heavily, excitement evident in her movements. Her chest heaved, and her breasts moved up and down, pressing and massaging Neeraj's chest with each breath.
Neeraj could no longer hold back. He grabbed the back of her head with his right hand, pulling her closer to his face, and started kissing her lips. To his surprise, her body offered no resistance. Instead, she kissed him back with the same intensity. It felt like they were picking up right where they had left off, kissing like long-lost lovers who had finally found each other again.
Deepak did not want to be a mere spectator this time. He watched as Neeraj pulled Aparna towards him and started kissing her. His excitement grew, and he felt a surge of desire to join in. Without wasting any more time, he quickly removed his shorts and discarded it, revealing his eagerness to participate. He was completely naked waist down.
Deepak approached Aparna from behind, his intentions clear. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his body against hers. Aparna could feel his arousal as he pressed his hard penis against her soft and firm buttocks. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and her body responded with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
As Neeraj continued to kiss Aparna passionately, Deepak began to explore her body from behind. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing her hips and sliding up her sides. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck, and planted soft kisses along her shoulder. The dual sensation of Neeraj's fervent kissing and Deepak's touch from behind overwhelmed Aparna, making her feel a whirlwind of emotions and physical sensations.
Deepak's hands moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring the moment. He slid his hands up from her waist to her chest, cupping her breasts and massaging them through the fabric of her blouse. His touch was rough yet eager, kneading her flesh with increasing intensity. Aparna's breathing became more rapid, her body caught between the two men, each touch heightening the intensity of the moment.
Deepak buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply. The smell of her sweat mixed with the remnants of her perfume created an intoxicating aroma that drove him wild. He moved his mouth to her neck, licking and kissing her skin with fervor. His tongue traced a path from her collarbone up to her ear, where he nibbled gently, sending electric sensations through her body.
As he continued to press his erection against her buttocks, Deepak's movements became more insistent. He pressed himself harder against her, his hips grinding in rhythm with Neeraj's humping against her soft belly. Aparna felt overwhelmed by the dual assault on her senses, her body responding involuntarily to the relentless stimulation.
Deepak's hands continued their exploration, sliding down her sides to her hips, and then back up to her breasts. He massaged and squeezed her flesh, his touch becoming more urgent. He leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, madam. I can't get enough of you."
Aparna's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. Her body betrayed her with its responses, each touch and caress sending waves of conflicting emotions through her. She was caught in a maelstrom of sensations, unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure and the undeniable arousal that both men elicited from her.
Neeraj's kiss on Aparna's lips was fervent and desperate, filled with a hunger that seemed insatiable. His lips pressed against hers with a forceful passion, moving with a rhythm that spoke of his deep-seated desire. His hands cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her closer, pressing their bodies together.
His kisses moved from her lips to her jawline, trailing down to her neck. He kissed and licked her skin, leaving a wet trail of his passion. Each kiss felt like a brand, marking her as his. Aparna tilted her head back, giving him better access, her body arching into his touch. She could feel his breath hot against her skin, his kisses becoming more urgent and demanding.
Aparna's lips parted under the pressure of his, allowing his tongue to slip inside her mouth. He explored her mouth with a voracious appetite, his tongue dancing with hers, tasting every corner. He was drinking her saliva, as if it was nectar, trying to consume every essence of her being. The kiss was intense, leaving no room for anything else but the raw emotion and lust that flowed between them.
As Neeraj kissed her, his hard penis pressed against her soft belly. Each thrust and grind sent waves of conflicting sensations through Aparna. She could feel the heat of his arousal against her skin, the firmness of his erection contrasting sharply with the softness of her own body. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, each motion pressing his erection insistently into her belly button. The sensation was both maddening and exhilarating, sending jolts of pleasure and anticipation through her body.
Aparna's body responded involuntarily, her hips moving slightly in sync with Neeraj's thrusts. The sensation of his penis pressing into her belly button was both strange and arousing, adding another layer of complexity to the emotions she was experiencing. Her breath came in short gasps between their kisses, her heart racing in her chest.
Neeraj's kisses grew more fervent, his desire evident in every movement. He nibbled on her lower lip, sucking it gently before diving back into the kiss with renewed intensity. Aparna's hands clutched at Neeraj's shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she tried to anchor herself in the storm of sensations.
Aparna found herself caught in the intense embrace of Neeraj and Deepak. She was amazed at how her body seemed to betray her, showing no resistance and instead participating in the act with a passion she had not known existed within her.
As Neeraj's lips pressed against hers, she felt the fervor of his kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and exploring every corner. Her initial shock gave way to a surprising acceptance, her body responding instinctively. She found herself returning the favor, her own tongue entering his mouth, engaging in a passionate dance. She blessed him with her saliva, which he drank eagerly, slurping on her tongue like a desperate man lost in a desert, parched for water. The intensity of his need and the way he savored every drop of her essence left her breathless and bewildered.
Her thoughts raced as she realized how she had embraced Neeraj's kiss. There was no hesitation, no reluctance. Instead, she had welcomed his intrusion, her body moving in sync with his as if it had a mind of its own. The realization that she had responded so passionately to his kiss, that she had allowed him to dominate her mouth and had even enjoyed it, left her both amazed and confused.
Meanwhile, Deepak's presence behind her added another layer of sensation. She could feel his hard penis pressing against her ass, the heat and firmness of his arousal unmistakable. Instead of recoiling, she found herself pushing her hips back into him, meeting his thrusts with her own movements. The feeling of his hardness against her softness sent shivers down her spine, her body responding with an eagerness that surprised her.
When Deepak leaned in to kiss her neck, she instinctively reached back with her right hand, holding his head and encouraging him to continue. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer, pushing his head into her neck. The sensation of his lips and tongue on her skin, combined with the pressure of his body against hers, created a heady mix of pleasure and desire. She was amazed at how naturally her body accepted his advances, how she welcomed his touch and even craved more.
Aparna's mind struggled to comprehend the extent of her own participation. She was not just a passive recipient; she was an active participant, her body and actions reflecting a deep-seated desire that she had never acknowledged before. The passion that flowed between them, the way her body moved in harmony with theirs, was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Her body was producing juices that emitted an intoxicating scent, so potent that even the goddess of sex would be turned on. Her armpits were sweaty, and her vagina was dripping with juices, clearly indicating that her body was ready for sex. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mixing with the sweat and heat of the moment, creating an atmosphere charged with raw, primal desire.
At that moment, she was caught between the reality of her situation and the undeniable truth of her body's response. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to regain control, but her body seemed to have a will of its own, driven by a primal need that defied logic and reason. The pleasure, the intensity, the sheer rawness of the act left her breathless and yearning for more, even as her mind struggled to make sense of it all.
Aparna was left in awe of her own reactions, her thoughts a chaotic blend of shock, amazement, and undeniable arousal. She couldn't understand how she had reached this point, how she had allowed herself to be swept away by the intensity of their touch. Yet, as Neeraj and Deepak continued their ministrations, she couldn't deny the truth: her body had found a pleasure in their embrace that she had never known before, and it responded with a fervor that left her both exhilarated and deeply conflicted.
As they continued, Deepak's actions grew increasingly bold and invasive. With Neeraj and Aparna deeply engrossed in their passionate kiss, Deepak took advantage of the moment to further explore Aparna's body.
Deepak moved his attention from Aparna's neck to her shoulder. He carefully slid her blouse slightly to the side with his right hand, revealing the strap of her bra. The sight of the tight strap pressing into her soft flesh captivated him, and he couldn't resist the urge to dig into her flesh with his mouth. He bit around the strap, his teeth grazing her skin, and then, clutching the strap with his teeth, he lifted it slightly before letting it snap back against her shoulder. The elasticity of the bra strap caused it to hit her with a sharp pat sound, eliciting a moan of pain from Aparna.
The sound of her moan turned Deepak on even more. He wanted to get Aparna's attention, so he repeated the action, pulling her bra strap with his teeth and letting it snap back against her skin multiple times. Each time, Aparna winced in pain, and the involuntary moans that escaped her lips only fueled Deepak's desire. The repeated snapping of the strap eventually forced Aparna to break away from her kiss with Neeraj. She turned her head back to see what was causing the pain, while Neeraj continued to kiss her cheeks.
Deepak and Aparna's eyes met for a moment, and he could see the question in her eyes: "What are you trying to do?" In response, Deepak demonstrated by slowly pulling her bra strap with his teeth and letting it go again. Aparna bit her lower lip to suppress the pain, her eyes still locked on Deepak. Seeing her biting her own lip, Deepak felt an overwhelming urge to bite her lips himself. He leaned forward, intending to kiss her, but before he could reach her, Neeraj, with his left hand, turned Aparna's face back towards him and resumed kissing her with fervor.
Disappointed, Deepak moved back to kissing her shoulder. He kissed along her bra strap, tracing it down to where her bra was fastened. With the urgency of a hungry animal wanting to reach its prey, he held the hooks of her bra in his mouth and tried to unhook them with his teeth, grunting with the effort. Finally, he succeeded in undoing her bra hooks, revealing the skin marked by the tight bra. Deepak passionately kissed and licked the same spot, savoring the taste of her skin.
Deepak continued kissing her back, which was arched towards him while he humped her from behind. He then kneeled down, facing her ass directly. Like a pig searching for truffles, he moved his head forward to smell her ass over her saree. He took a deep breath, inhaling her body scents. His nostrils filled with the intoxicating aroma of her vaginal juices and the natural scent of her ass. The smell drove him mad with desire. He neighed like a horse desperate to mate.
Lost in her scents, Deepak acted on impulse. He grabbed a handful of her right buttock in his mouth and bit down hard. The sharp pain caused Aparna to cry out loudly, breaking her kiss with Neeraj. Neeraj, hearing Aparna's loud cry, looked down at Deepak and realized what he had done. His eyes filled with anger as he shouted at Deepak, "What do you think she is, a mutton piece that you can bite?" His voice was stern and filled with authority. "Now get out of here and stand outside the room," he commanded.
Deepak, realizing the gravity of his mistake, stood up with his face downcast. The shame and disappointment were evident in his posture as he walked away from Neeraj and Aparna, heading towards the door.
I watched as Neeraj got angry and ordered Deepak out of the room. Deepak started to move away, looking dejected. Neeraj turned back to Aparna, ready to resume their kiss, but to his surprise, Aparna moved towards Deepak and held his hand to stop him. Deepak stopped and turned to look at Aparna, his face reflecting the shame of being scolded by Neeraj. Aparna gave him a sweet smile, reassuring him that he had not done anything wrong.
Then, turning her head towards Neeraj, she gave him a mischievous smile and said, " If a goat is slaughtered, it should be shared by all, referring to Neeraj's earlier comparison of her to a piece of mutton.
Neeraj was completely taken aback. Hearing her use slang words typically spoken by 3rd class people and laborers like them shocked him. But what shocked him even more was her implication that she should be shared between them.
Without waiting for a response from Neeraj, Aparna turned back to Deepak and launched herself at him, kissing him passionately on the lips. This action surprised all three of them: I, who was watching from his imagined vantage point; Neeraj, who stood there in shock; and Deepak, who was being kissed. It was especially shocking to Neeraj because he knew how dirty Deepak's mouth was, Deepak's teeth were a sight that could make even the most hardened individual cringe. Years of neglect and his addiction to gutkha had left his teeth stained a deep, sickly red. The remnants of the chewing tobacco clung stubbornly to his teeth, forming unsightly patches that were impossible to ignore. His gums were a darkened hue, receding from his teeth and leaving them looking even more grotesque. The smell of stale tobacco and neglect emanated from his mouth, creating a noxious cloud that often made those around him wince.
Neeraj had always been aware of Deepak's poor oral hygiene. He recalled how even the prostitutes they frequented would refuse to kiss Deepak on the lips, finding other ways to engage with him to avoid the foulness of his mouth. The red-stained teeth and foul breath had become a part of Deepak's identity, a constant reminder of his rough lifestyle and lack of care for personal hygiene.
Despite this, Aparna kissed him passionately, disregarding the filth and the smell. It was a sight that left Neeraj completely stunned, turning him on even more as he thought, "Kya randi hai yaar" [What a whore she is, man]. The contrast between her apparent refinement and the degrading situation she found herself in, willingly kissing Deepak with his dirty teeth, created a surreal and intoxicating moment for Neeraj.
Aparna's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as she leaned in to kiss Deepak. She could taste the bitterness of gutkha on his lip. The foul odor of tobacco and neglect assaulted her senses, but she found herself pushing through the revulsion, driven by a newfound abandon she had never felt before.
As their lips met, the kiss was surprisingly intense. Deepak's rough, calloused hands cupped her face with a desperation that matched the hunger in his kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft, but the underlying grit of the gutkha added a rough texture to the experience. Aparna's initial hesitation melted away as she felt a rush of adrenaline, her body responding with an unexpected intensity. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a heady mix of fear, excitement, and arousal coursed through her veins.
Deepak was taken aback by the fervor with which Aparna kissed him. He had expected her to be hesitant, repulsed even, but instead, she kissed him with a passion that bordered on feral. Her lips moved against his with a fierce hunger, and her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring it with an eagerness that matched his own. The taste of her mingled with the bitter tang of gutkha, creating a heady cocktail that heightened the intensity of their kiss.
Aparna could feel Deepak's breath coming in ragged gasps as he deepened the kiss, his hands moving from her face to her shoulders, pulling her closer. The sensation of his rough hands on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself pressing into him. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldn't get enough of the gritty, intoxicating kiss.
As they kissed, Aparna's thoughts were a chaotic jumble. She marveled at how her body was betraying her, how it was responding with such intense passion to a man who repulsed her on so many levels. She couldn't understand why she was enjoying the kiss, why she was kissing him back with such fervor. The thrill of the forbidden, the degradation, and the raw, primal desire all mingled to create an experience that was as confusing as it was arousing.
Deepak's hands roamed over her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her spine, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Deepak was in a state of overwhelming excitement and desire. The intensity of the situation had taken over his senses, and he was deeply aroused. Standing there with his lungi discarded, he was completely naked from the waist down, his hard penis pressing eagerly against Aparna. It should have disgusted her, but instead, it fueled the fire burning within her. She kissed him harder, her teeth grazing his lips, drawing a grunt of pleasure from deep within his throat.
Aparna slowly stopped the kiss and moved her face away from Deepak. They both looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Aparna gave him a smile and gently rubbed his cheek with her right thumb, a tender gesture that made Deepak think, "What a kind woman she is."
She then turned towards Neeraj, who could clearly see that Aparna's lips were moist from the mixture of their saliva. Neeraj thought she would definitely clean Deepak's saliva from her lips or she would throw up from the dirty smell of Deepak's saliva. But to Neeraj's surprise, Aparna, with a deliberate slowness, licked her lips with her tongue, taking all the moisture into her mouth.
Aparna then, with her right hand's pointing finger, gestured for Neeraj to come near her. Neeraj moved closer to her, his heart pounding with anticipation and excitement. As he approached, he could see the glint of mischief in her eyes, and he felt an overwhelming surge of desire. He was eager to feel her lips on his again, to taste the remnants of her kiss with Deepak.
The moment was charged with an intense erotic energy, and Neeraj could hardly contain himself as he closed the distance between them. Aparna's bold actions and the way she had embraced the situation with such unexpected passion left him in awe. He could sense that this encounter was about to reach a new level of intensity, and he was ready to lose himself in the heat of the moment.
Neeraj moved closer to Aparna, seeing her standing with her left hand around Deepak's neck, her left breast pressing against Deepak's chest, and Deepak's right arm around her waist. Suddenly, Aparna grabbed Neeraj's shirt collar and tugged it towards her, bringing his face close to hers.
Aparna (with a naughty smile): "Deepak is a better kisser than you."
Neeraj couldn't believe what he was hearing. Deepak was surprised too, but he knew that Aparna was teasing Neeraj and admiring him only because she felt sorry for the way Neeraj had insulted him previously. Deepak was pleased by her kindness towards him.
Deepak (Neeraj angrily, looking at Deepak): "Did you hear what she said? I am a better kisser than you."
Deepak started laughing at Neeraj. Aparna giggled a little and smoothly slapped Deepak's lips with her left hand, gesturing for him to stop teasing Neeraj.
Neeraj (feeling insulted and losing his temper): " You whore, filthy woman, you like that old man's dirty mouth. Even the prostitutes in Heeramandi don't like his dirty mouth."
Deepak was surprised to hear Neeraj calling Aparna a whore.
Deepak (thinking): "Neeraj loses his mind when he gets angry."
Deepak looked at Aparna for her reaction, and surprisingly, she was still laughing at Neeraj's words.
Aparna (still laughing): " There are no whores in Heeramandi. They do it out of compulsion for money."
Neeraj was speechless hearing Aparna.
Deepak leaned his head close to her left ear and whispered.
Deepak (whispering): " Then where are the real whores?"
While speaking, he moved his right arm from her waist down to her right butt cheek and slightly pressed it. Aparna turned her head to Deepak, looking into his eyes teasingly.
Aparna (teasingly): " They are the daughters-in-law of good families."
While saying this, she moved her eyes down, pointing to her mangalsutra which was lying on her cleavage.
Neeraj and Deepak were both stunned by her boldness. The air in the room was thick with tension and desire. Aparna's playful yet provocative words had a powerful impact on both men.
Both Deepak and Neeraj were dumbfounded hearing her replies. Aparna, seeing their shocked faces, started giggling. Neeraj, remembering her insult a few moments ago, burst out in anger. He grabbed her hair with his hand, pulling her head close to his.
Neeraj (furious): " You really enjoy acting like a whore, don't you? Let me show you what we do with whores."
To Neeraj's surprise, Aparna did not back down and replied confidently.
Aparna (challenging): " If you have the guts, then show me."
While saying this, she moved her head even closer to Neeraj's face, placing her lips millimeters away from his. He understood what she wanted and pounced on her lips, starting their passionate kiss once again. Aparna simultaneously moved her left hand, which was on Deepak's shoulder, dug into Deepak's hair with her fingers, and pushed him onto her neck, indicating to him that she had not forgotten about him. Deepak complied, following her guidance while thinking, "How thoughtful she is, she doesn't want me to feel left out."
Deepak started kissing and licking her neck while massaging her butt cheek with his right hand and holding her waist with his left. He bit her neck at regular intervals, hearing Aparna moan. The slurping noises from Neeraj and Aparna's kiss made him want to kiss her lips again, then a thought popped into his head, "Those are not the only lips she has."
Acting on his thoughts, he knelt and found Aparna's sari pallu lying on the ground. He immediately grabbed it and started unwinding her saree from her waist. Aparna's left hand, now free, moved and grabbed her saree, preventing it from being removed. Aparna stopped her kiss and looked down, seeing Deepak holding her sari and trying to remove it but stopped because her left hand was holding it. Deepak looked at Aparna with a question mark on his face.
Aparna realized her hand had moved on its own to stop a stranger from removing her saree, protecting her dignity. She felt a little ashamed of how far she had come from being a good wife to I. Neeraj, seeing the shame on Aparna's face, whispered in her right ear.
Neeraj (whispering): " Whores don't hesitate to remove their clothes."
While saying this, he moved his right hand to grab Aparna's left hand, forcing it away from her saree. Aparna turned her face towards Neeraj, feeling his right arm forcing her left arm away from her saree. She thought to herself, "Her body's last line of defense, embedded in muscle memory to protect her dignity as a good wife, is being forced away by a stranger."
Neeraj went back to kissing her lips, and Deepak did not waste any more time removing her saree. Now, her saree was completely removed and lying on the floor.
Deepak, kneeling, looked up and took in the sight before him, every detail imprinting itself in his mind. He felt an overwhelming sense of awe. His eyes first met Aparna's face, where he saw her expressive eyes half-closed in pleasure, her long dark lashes fluttering. Her full, soft pink lips were locked in a passionate kiss with Neeraj's, moving sensually and rhythmically. The way they kissed showed an intense connection, with Aparna's lips parting slightly to welcome Neeraj's advances. Her cheeks were flushed, a mixture of arousal and exertion evident on her face.
Her dark hair cascaded around her face, framing it like a halo, and as she tilted her head, it moved with a sensual grace. Deepak saw the delicate line of her collarbone peeking out from her blouse, which was now disheveled and revealing more of her smooth, golden skin.
Neeraj’s hands were wrapped around Aparna's waist, pulling her closer, while one hand occasionally moved up to cradle the back of her head, deepening their kiss. Aparna’s right hand was free and roaming, occasionally clutching at Neeraj's shirt as the kiss grew more passionate. The slurping sounds of their kiss filled the room, a testament to the intensity and rawness of their connection.
Deepak’s gaze then moved downward, appreciating Aparna's soft belly, with its gentle curves and slight folds of belly fat, added to her allure. A small birthmark near her belly button stood out against her smooth skin, drawing attention to the natural beauty of her midsection. Her waist curved perfectly into her hips, where her pink panties clung to her form, visibly wet with vaginal juices. The panties had some hair peeking out, indicating it had been a week since her last shave. Her legs, strong and shapely, were slightly apart, and her meaty, soft thighs led down to her perfectly waxed, shiny shins and delicate feet.
Her feet, with red nail polish on her toes, looked beautiful against her fair skin. She was standing on her toes, straining upwards to meet Neeraj's lips, which emphasized the graceful arch of her feet and the strength in her legs.
Deepak’s eyes took in the scene with growing arousal, noting the way Aparna’s body responded to Neeraj’s touch and kiss. Her back arched slightly, her hips pressing forward in response to Neeraj’s touch, creating a mesmerizing picture of feminine beauty and desire. Her shoulders were relaxed, and her posture indicated complete surrender to the pleasure she was experiencing.
In this moment, Deepak saw not just a beautiful woman, but a vision of raw sensuality and uninhibited passion, something that made his own penis get hard.
Deepak couldn't hold himself back any longer. Seeing Aparna and Neeraj kissing passionately, the urge to kiss Aparna grew stronger. With a wicked smile, Deepak thought, "I am going to kiss more juicy lips than you, Neeraj." Acting on his thoughts, Deepak held her panty in his palms and tugged it down with force as if he wanted to tear it away. Understanding Deepak's intentions, Aparna raised her left leg in the air a little to help Deepak take her panties off. Deepak followed her cue, pulled the left side of her panties to the ground, and tapped on her right leg with his left hand, signaling her to raise her right leg. Aparna complied with his request and raised her right leg as well. Deepak successfully took her panties off her and put them aside.
Immediately, Deepak buried his face between her legs, savoring the delicious scent of her pussy. Slowly, he worked his way up towards her clitoris, applying pressure lightly at first before gradually increasing the intensity. Aparna, in response, started moaning to Deepak's advances.
Just as Deepak's tongue touched her clit, she let out a loud moan in ecstasy while she continued to kiss Neeraj simultaneously. Instantly, Deepak knew that she liked it. Amazingly, Aparna even parted her legs a little, allowing Deepak to pleasure her. Deepak's tongue explored every crevice and fold of her vulva, tasting each one thoroughly. Every time Deepak passed over a particularly sensitive spot, he paused momentarily to lick it clean. Within moments, his efforts paid off as her hips began rocking back and forth rhythmically. Soon afterward, her breathing grew heavier and faster. Deepak wanted to dig deep, so he tapped on her right thigh. She immediately complied and lifted her right leg a little. Deepak grabbed her thigh from underneath with his right hand, lifted her right leg to his shoulder, and placed it over his shoulder. Then he continued stimulating her clitoris relentlessly. Her body finally surrendered to the overwhelming sensations flooding her body and started producing a trail of sticky fluids dripping down her thighs. Quickly, Deepak licked and swallowed the juices on her thighs. Then, Deepak repositioned himself so that his lips rested against her inner thigh. Aparna's moaning started getting louder each time Deepak licked her pussy. With Deepak licking her pussy, she was unable to concentrate on her kiss with Neeraj. But Deepak's next move made her break her kiss with Neeraj completely.
Next, Deepak slowly moved upward along her leg towards her vagina. While licking Aparna's juices on his lips, Deepak inserted his two fingers deep inside her vagina. Simultaneously, he moved his mouth to her clitoris and started licking it with his tongue. He slowly moved his fingers, exploring inside her vagina while keeping an eye on her facial expressions. After a few moments, Aparna's body started shivering furiously, and she stopped kissing Neeraj. She moved her head away from Neeraj. Neeraj noticed she stopped kissing him and saw Deepak licking her pussy. He felt a little jealous that Deepak was kissing juicier lips than he was, but he started enjoying himself, looking at Aparna's expression while she was enjoying the moment. Neeraj took out his hard penis from his pants and started rubbing it with his right hand. Now Deepak could see her face. Her eyes were closed with her mouth slightly open. Her face had an expression indicating she was in complete ecstasy. Deepak started moving his fingers inside her vagina to find her G spot.
Each time Deepak rubbed her clitoris, she responded, emitting loud moans of approval. Eventually, she began grinding against Deepak's fingers, rhythmically building up momentum until she finally gave up her G spot with the loudest moan till now. Deepak focused on her G spot and kept massaging it repeatedly while licking her clit. Aparna was unable to stand straight anymore from the sheer pleasure. She held Neeraj by putting her right hand around his neck. Then she pulled him closer to her, placing her head on his left shoulder. Neeraj put his left hand on her head, rubbing her soft hair. Neeraj looked down at Deepak and saw how Deepak was enjoying her juices. He felt he was being left out. Wanting to drink her juices too, Neeraj held Aparna's hair in his left palm and pulled her hair to lift her head off his left shoulder.
Neeraj: "Baby, please let me drink your juices too."
Aparna: (Feeling a little shy when she heard him calling her baby, enjoying the pleasure of what Deepak was doing, managed to open her eyes a little with a naughty smile on her face, while still moaning) "What do you want to drink?"
Neeraj: (Cupping her left boob with his right hand, massaging and pinching her nipple) "I wanted to drink your milk from the moment I saw you in the theatre."
Aparna: (Still moaning) "What will I get in return?"
Neeraj: (With a wicked smile forming across his face, pointing to his hard penis with his eyes, which is out of his pants) "You can drink my milk."
Aparna: (Following his eyes with her own to his hard penis and back to his face, locking his eyes with hers, moving her face forward, and whispering) "Deal!"
Neeraj, without wasting a moment, held her hands and yanked her already unhooked blouse in his hands. Aparna straightened her arms and raised them above her head to help Neeraj remove her blouse completely. Now she was just wearing her bra, covering her boobs. The bra was already unhooked by Deepak when he was licking her back. Neeraj effortlessly held her bra with his right hand, pulled it over her left shoulder, then followed by her right shoulder, swiftly removing her bra. Aparna was now completely naked. Neeraj paused for a moment, soaking in her absolute beauty. Aparna's naked breasts were a sight to behold, an exquisite blend of natural beauty and sensual allure. Her skin was a soft, creamy hue, flawless and smooth, enhancing the elegance of her curves. Her breasts were full and firm, perfectly rounded, exuding a youthful vitality. They stood proudly, with a slight, natural bounce as she moved.
The areolas were a delicate shade of pink, contrasting beautifully against the paleness of her skin. They were slightly raised, a sign of her arousal, with her nipples erect and inviting. Her nipples were small and perfectly shaped, crowning her breasts with a touch of delicate allure.
As Neeraj's hands explored her, he marveled at their softness, the way they yielded to his touch while maintaining their firmness. The gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath added to the mesmerizing effect, creating a rhythm that was both calming and arousing.
The curves of her breasts flowed seamlessly into the rest of her body, accentuating her slender waist and the gentle arch of her back. There was a birthmark near the top of her right breast, adding a unique and intimate touch to her flawless form.
Neeraj, lost in the moment, couldn't help but feel a deep sense of awe and desire.
Aparna, feeling a sudden wave of shyness as she noticed Neeraj's intense gaze on her naked breasts, instinctively moved to cover herself. Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, a stark contrast to the creamy hue of her skin. She crossed her arms over her chest, her fingers gently pressing into the soft, warm flesh of her breasts as she tried to hide them from Neeraj's hungry eyes.
Her movements were delicate and modest, a testament to her innate grace and elegance. The way she held herself, the slight quiver in her arms, and the shy, downcast look in her eyes all combined to create an image of pure, unadulterated beauty.
Neeraj, seeing her attempt to hide her breasts, felt a surge of both tenderness and desire. Her shyness only added to her allure, making her seem even more vulnerable and enchanting. He was struck by how genuine and unaffected she seemed, her modesty a stark contrast to the boldness she had shown just moments before.
He gently reached out and placed his hands on her wrists, his touch firm yet tender. "Baby," he whispered, his voice a mix of admiration and longing, "don't hide from me. You are beautiful."
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet his. In that brief exchange, Neeraj saw a mixture of emotions: shyness, curiosity, and a burgeoning trust. Slowly, he guided her hands away from her chest, revealing her breasts once again. As her arms moved to her sides, her breasts were exposed in all their glory, their fullness and beauty captivating Neeraj completely.
Unable to pull back any longer, Neeraj placed his hands under her arms and around her back, pulling her towards him. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and placed his mouth on her right breast, suckling gently on her nipple. Aparna's body responded instinctively, her back arching slightly as a soft moan escaped her lips.
Neeraj's reaction was one of pure reverence. He kissed her breasts tenderly, his lips moving from one nipple to the other, savoring the taste and feel of her soft, warm skin. His hands roamed her back, caressing her and holding her close, as if afraid she might disappear if he let go.
As Neeraj suckled on Aparna's breasts and Deepak devoured her between her legs, Aparna found herself lost in a whirlwind of sensations that she had never experienced before. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alight with pleasure, sending shockwaves from her chest to her core and back again.
The sensation of Neeraj's mouth on her breasts was electrifying. His tongue circled her nipples, flicking and teasing them until they hardened. Each time he suckled, a surge of pleasure shot through her, making her arch her back and press herself closer to him. His hands roamed her back and sides, grounding her in the intensity of the moment.
Simultaneously, Deepak's expert tongue and fingers were working wonders on her lower body. His mouth moved expertly over her clitoris, licking and sucking with a rhythm that sent her into spasms of pleasure. The feeling of his rough hands holding her thighs apart and the occasional nip of his teeth added a raw, primal element to the experience. When his fingers joined in, sliding into her wetness and curling just right to hit her G-spot, it was almost too much to bear.
Aparna's mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions. Part of her was still grappling with the shock and disbelief of her situation, while another part was consumed by the sheer physical pleasure. The dual sensations from her breasts and vagina were overwhelming, blending together into a crescendo of ecstasy that made her feel like she was floating.
Her moans filled the room, a testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing. Each lick, suck, and touch from Neeraj and Deepak sent her closer to the edge. She could feel her body responding without hesitation, surrendering completely to the sensations coursing through her.
"Ah... Neeraj... Deepak... oh God," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Neeraj, hearing her moans, sucked harder on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it before moving to the other breast. He bit gently, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through her, making her cry out louder.
Deepak, encouraged by her responses, increased the intensity of his ministrations. He licked her clit with fervor, his fingers moving faster inside her. He could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, a clear sign that she was close.
Aparna's entire body was trembling, her legs quivering with the effort to stay upright. She clung to Neeraj, her fingers digging into his shoulders as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving.
"I... I'm going to... oh, God!" she cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her, making her toes curl and her head fall back in ecstasy. Her moans turned into a continuous cry of pleasure, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Neeraj and Deepak continued their actions, prolonging her orgasm and drawing out every last bit of pleasure they could. It felt like an eternity before the waves of ecstasy finally began to subside, leaving Aparna weak and breathless, her body still trembling from the aftershocks.
She collapsed against Neeraj, her legs barely able to support her. He held her close, his hands gently stroking her back as she came down from the heights of her pleasure. Deepak slowly withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, savoring the taste of her.
Aparna felt utterly spent, but also completely fulfilled. The experience had been beyond anything she had ever imagined, and though she was still grappling with the reality of her situation, in that moment, all she could think about was the incredible pleasure she had just felt.
I, unable to believe what he was witnessing, saw that Aparna was nearly unconscious with pleasure, her head resting on Neeraj's left shoulder. Her body seemed to be in a state of complete surrender, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her. I's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief, unable to reconcile the sight before him with the woman he knew.
Deepak, having finished his passionate exploration of Aparna's body, stood up. He exchanged a look with Neeraj, both men clearly communicating without words. I could hear snippets of their conversation as they discussed their next move.
Neeraj, still holding Aparna close, whispered to Deepak, " What are you thinking? What should we do next?”
Deepak, wiping his mouth and savoring the taste of Aparna's juices, replied with a grin, " That was amazing, but now we should do something else.”
Neeraj nodded in agreement, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and determination. " Yes, now it's time to have the real fun.”
Neeraj, holding Aparna in his hands, looked over at Deepak and asked, "Hall mein ek bistar hai na?" [There's a bed in the hall, right?]
Deepak, catching his breath and still exhilarated from the earlier activities, nodded. " Yes, there's a bed in the hall. I think the construction workers who work night shifts must be using it.”
Neeraj, his eyes glinting with a mixture of lust and determination, gave a quick nod. " Okay, hold her legs. Let's take her to the bed.”
Deepak, following Neeraj's instructions without hesitation, grabbed Aparna's legs, lifting them gently. Meanwhile, Neeraj secured her upper body in his arms. Aparna, in a state of near unconsciousness from the overwhelming sensations she had experienced, remained compliant in their grip.
As they carefully carried her towards the hall, their movements were synchronized, both men working together to transport her without causing harm. Aparna's head lolled slightly against Neeraj's shoulder, her breaths shallow and rapid.
Deepak, holding her legs, glanced at Neeraj, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. " What do you think, will this night be unforgettable, Neeraj bro?”
Neeraj smirked, his grip tightening slightly as he adjusted Aparna's weight in his arms. " Absolutely, Deepak. This night will be unforgettable for both of us.”
As Neeraj and Deepak carried Aparna out of the room and into the hall, their movements were not entirely gentle. They had to navigate through the cluttered space filled with construction materials, making their steps uneven and causing Aparna's body to jostle and bump against them.
Deepak, holding Aparna's legs, had to maneuver around the heavy box of floor tiles placed near the entrance. Neeraj, carrying her upper body, had to ensure they didn't stumble over the scattered tools and materials on the floor. The occasional misstep or sudden shift in weight caused Aparna's body to be shaken more vigorously.
As they moved her towards the bed, the constant motion and the occasional rough handling began to stir Aparna from her unconscious state. Her eyelids fluttered slightly as she started to regain awareness. The sensation of being carried and the noise of their footsteps, along with their voices arguing and conversing, gradually brought her back to consciousness.
When they finally reached the bed and began to place her down, one particularly jarring bump caused Aparna to fully awaken. Her eyes opened slowly, and she found herself looking up at the ceiling, disoriented and confused.
Aparna: "Where are you taking me?" Her voice was groggy, her mind still foggy from the sudden awakening.
Neeraj, ever quick with a witty reply, looked down at her with a mischievous grin.
Neeraj: "Don't worry, baby. We're taking you to our first night bed."
Aparna, still adjusting to her surroundings and the situation, couldn't help but respond with a playful smile.
Aparna: "Oh, okay then. Who is the husband tonight among both of you?"
Her words surprised I, who was watching the scene unfold, and even herself. Despite the shock of her situation, Aparna's playful side surfaced, unknowingly sparking a competition between Neeraj and Deepak.
Neeraj: "Me! I am your husband tonight."
Deepak: "No! It's me. I am your husband tonight."
They started arguing about who would play the role of her husband, their competitive spirits reignited by her playful question. Aparna's giggle in response to their bickering added to the surreal nature of the moment, as she found herself caught between the two men, both eager to claim her.
Neeraj: "You are too old to be her husband. You're her father-in-law's age."
Deepak: (placing her feet down gently and stuttering) "I... I can still be her husband."
Seeing Deepak struggle to find the right words, Aparna decided to step in and console him.
Aparna: (placing her left palm on Deepak's right cheek) "Awww! Poor man, don't worry. Father-in-laws also fuck their Bahu."
She winked at him with a naughty smile, surprising both men. Deepak, feeling consoled and reassured by her kindness, grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, pressing his hard penis against her naked body.
Neeraj: (turning from adjusting the bed) "Okay, the bed is ready. Let's start!"
Aparna: (moving away from Deepak and placing her hands on her waist. She added a slight swirling movement to her posture, causing her hips to sway seductively from side to side.) "This is how you treat a woman like me? You made me completely naked by forcefully taking off my saree and blouse, but you both are still dressed. How is this fair?"
Deepak immediately complied, removing his shirt.
Deepak: "Oh yes, Bahu! I will remove it."
Aparna giggled at his compliance, finding amusement in his eagerness.
Deepak: "Come on, Neeraj, make it quick. Remove your clothes."
Neeraj followed suit, removing his shirt and pants. Aparna watched them get naked, biting the corner of her lower lip and moving her eyes periodically between Neeraj and Deepak.
Now all three of them were completely naked. Aparna, with a naughty smile, took a couple of steps forward, standing between them.
Aparna: "Now, Neeraj, according to our deal, let’s..."
Deepak: (Interrupting) "What deal?"
Before Aparna could answer, Neeraj, feeling jealous, interjected.
Neeraj: "You were too busy licking and drinking her vaginal juices to know about our deal."
The jealousy in his tone was palpable. They both started arguing again, their rivalry reigniting. Aparna, shaking her head in exasperation, realized they were at it again.
Akhilesh opened his eyes from a deep dream and realized all this is dream ? Shitt… but both Deepak, Neeraj bro have their eyes on my wife Aparna is very clear
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