16-08-2025, 11:23 AM
The days after Priti’s steamy encounter with Vijay, and the so-called delivery guy, were charged with restless energy. The image of her standing at the door in that towel, was burned into my mind. Priti was stepping into her role as a seductress with a quiet confidence that hid her inner fire. Beneath her calm, orthodox exterior, she was a pure vixen, and I was hooked on watching her unleash it.
Priti and Nidhi, my sister, shared that same duality—prim and proper on the surface, but craving something wilder beneath. They weren’t the types to jump into a threesome overnight; their orthodox upbringings made them cautious, calculated, even as their desires simmered. I knew getting them together with Siddu would take time, so I focused on pushing their boundaries separately, letting the tension build.
That evening, as we relaxed in the living room, Priti’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Siddu’s at it again,” she said, showing me the screen. A new message with a video attachment and a caption: “Check this out, cow. Your sister-in-law’s getting bold.”
My pulse spiked as Priti hit play. The video was raw, shot from Siddu’s phone propped on his car dashboard. Nidhi sat in the passenger seat of his SUV, her hair slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and thrill. She wore a tight, low-cut red dress, the thin straps straining against her curves. One strap had slipped entirely off her shoulder, letting her left breast spill free, the dark areola stark against her skin as it swayed with her movements. The dress was so low that even the other breast was barely contained, the fabric clinging precariously, threatening to expose more. Siddu’s voice cut through, teasing and smug. “Come on, Nidhi, don’t act shy. You know you’re loving this.”
Nidhi’s laugh was shaky but tinged with excitement. “You’re such a bastard, Siddu.” Her hands moved to his jeans, unzipping them with a boldness that stunned me. The camera caught her pulling his cock free—hard, thick, pulsing. Her exposed breast jiggled as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around him, sucking slowly at first, then with a hungry rhythm. The way her tit hung out, bouncing slightly with each bob of her head, was mesmerizing—her orthodox facade shattered in that moment, her body betraying her desire. Siddu groaned, his hand guiding her hair. “Fuck, Nidhi… look at you, that tit out and everything… you’re a fucking natural.”
The video cut off after a minute, but the image of Nidhi’s breast fully exposed, swaying as she worked him, burned into my mind. Priti’s breath was ragged, her eyes wide. “Jesus, Rudra,” she whispered. “Her tit was just… out there. She didn’t even try to fix it.”
I nodded, my cock twitching. “She’s got that wild streak, just like you. Either she didn’t notice or she wanted it out. Fucking hot either way.”
Priti shook her head, a mix of awe and jealousy in her voice. “No way she knows he filmed it. She’d lose her shit. But… goddamn, that dress barely holding her together, her tit just hanging like that… it’s driving me crazy.”
I pulled her close, my hands tracing her curves. “Jealous she’s stealing the show, or is this making you wet?”
She smirked, her hand grazing my erection. “Both. I’m annoyed he’s got her acting like that, but fuck, seeing her tit out, sucking him like she’s starved… I want to top it.”
I grinned, my mind spinning with plans. “Good. I want Siddu to fuck you senseless, Priti. Then I want him to take Nidhi. Separately, for now. Let’s make them both beg for it.”
Priti moaned, pressing herself against me. “You’re such a dirty bastard. I’m in. I want him again, and I want every detail of Nidhi letting go.”
We fucked hard that night, Priti riding me with a ferocity fueled by the video—the image of Nidhi’s exposed breast, swaying as she sucked Siddu off, looping in our heads. As Priti came, her nails clawing into me, I pictured Siddu with each of them, their prim exteriors crumbling as they gave in to their deepest urges.
The next morning, Priti was buzzing with energy, texting Siddu to pry for details. His replies were smug, full of hints about his plans for both women. “He wants to meet tonight,” Priti said, showing me the chat. “Says he’s free and wants to ‘celebrate’ his win with Nidhi.”
I leaned back, my pulse racing. “Tell him I’m out of town again. Invite him over, Priti. Wear something that’ll make him lose his mind.”
She didn’t hesitate. By evening, she was ready, dressed in a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves, her nipples poking through without a bra, and a short black skirt with a tiny thong underneath. Her makeup was bold—dark eyeliner, red lipstick, her hair cascading in waves. She looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
I checked the cams in the living room, ensuring every angle was covered, and retreated to the second room with my laptop. “Have fun, baby,” I said, kissing her deeply. “Make him work for it.”
Priti winked, her confidence radiating. “Oh, he will.”
The doorbell rang at 8 PM. The cam feed showed Siddu stepping inside, looking sharp in a fitted black shirt and jeans, his eyes widening at Priti’s outfit. “Fuck, Priti,” he said, his voice low. “You’re gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?”
Priti leaned against the door, her breasts pressed forward. “Maybe. You think you deserve me after that stunt with Nidhi?”
Siddu grinned, stepping closer. “You loved that video, didn’t you? I can tell. You’re dying to have me.”
She tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Prove it, milkman. Tell me what happened with Nidhi. Every detail.”
Siddu’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him. “You want the dirt? Alright. We went for drinks, and she was all prim and proper at first. But after a couple of beers, she got flirty. Took her for a drive, parked near the airport, and… you saw what she did. She’s got a wild side, just like you.”
Priti’s breath hitched, her hands resting on his chest. “Did you fuck her?”
“Not yet,” Siddu said, his grin widening. “She’s playing coy, but she’s texting me flirty shit all the time. I’ll have her soon, Priti. And then I’ll have you both.”
Priti’s eyes gleamed, her orthodox mask slipping as her inner slut took over. “You’re so cocky, Siddu. Think you can handle me tonight?”
His hands slid to her ass, squeezing hard. “Oh, I’ll handle you, madam.”
Priti pushed him back, guiding him to the sofa. “Not so fast. You want me? Beg for it.”
Siddu raised an eyebrow, clearly loving the challenge. “Please, Priti… I need you. Been dreaming about your pussy all week.”
She straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her thong. “That’s a start. Tell me what you’ll do to me.”
Siddu groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. “I’ll fuck you until you scream. Suck those perfect tits, eat you out until you’re begging, then fuck you in every way you want.”
Priti smirked, grinding against him slowly, letting him feel her heat. “Better. Keep going.”
She slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs and unbuttoning his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and she stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You want my mouth, Siddu?”
“Please… fuck, Priti, suck it,” he groaned, his hips bucking.
She teased him, licking the tip slowly, making him squirm. “Say it again.”
“Please… suck my cock,” he begged, his voice desperate.
Priti took him deep, her mouth working him with skill, her moans vibrating against him. Siddu’s hands were in her hair, his groans filling the room. “Fuck… you’re so good…”
She sucked him for a few minutes, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his shaft and balls. Then she stood, slipping off her top and skirt, leaving just her thong. She pushed him back, climbing over him and straddling his face. “Eat me, Siddu,” she commanded, lowering her pussy onto his mouth.
Siddu dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her moan loudly. “Ohhh… fuck, yes…” Priti’s hands gripped the sofa, her hips grinding against his face. “Just like that…”
I was stroking myself, the sight of her riding his face pushing me to the edge. Siddu’s hands were on her ass, pulling her closer, his tongue working her with precision. Priti’s moans grew louder, her body trembling. “Oh my god… Siddu… I’m gonna cum…”
She came hard, her cries echoing, her thighs shaking around his head. Siddu kept licking her through the orgasm until she collapsed forward, panting.
Priti slid off him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good at that. Now fuck me.”
Siddu stood, pulling her to her feet and bending her over the sofa arm. He yanked her thong down, spreading her legs and rubbing his cock against her pussy. “You ready, Priti?”
“Yes… fuck me,” she moaned, pushing back against him.
He thrust into her, deep and hard, making her cry out. “Ohhh… fuck, Siddu… so good…”
Siddu fucked her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips, slapping her ass as he pounded her. Priti’s moans turned into screams, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”
He flipped her over, pulling her to the sofa’s edge and entering her in missionary. He fucked her hard, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck… Priti… you’re so tight…”
Priti’s body arched, her moans desperate. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum again…”
He rubbed her clit as he fucked her, pushing her over the edge. Priti screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit. Siddu groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. “Where do you want it?”
“On my face,” Priti said, dropping to her knees, her mouth open. Siddu came hard, his load splashing across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, a satisfied smile on her face.
Siddu collapsed onto the sofa, panting. “Fuck, Priti… you’re unreal.”
She smirked, wiping herself off with her top. “You’re not bad, milkman. But you’ve got work to do with Nidhi.”
He grinned, catching his breath. “Oh, I’m on it. Give me a few days, and I’ll have her screaming my name too.”
As Siddu left, Priti locked the door and came to the second room, her body flushed and trembling. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “Enjoy that, pervert?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.
I pulled her down, kissing her hard. “You’re fucking incredible, Priti. I want to see you do that again… and I want to see Nidhi with him next.”
She laughed, grinding against me. “Patience, Rudra. We’re getting there.”
---
A few days later, Siddu’s persistence with Nidhi paid off. Priti showed me a new message from him: *“Got her. Meet me tonight, and I’ll tell you everything.”*
That evening, Siddu came over while I was “out of town” again. Priti wore a simple but tight white dress, no bra, her curves on full display. I watched from the second room, the cam feed live on my laptop.
Siddu didn’t waste time, pulling Priti close as soon as the door closed. “You want to know about Nidhi?” he asked, his hands already on her ass.
Priti nodded, her voice teasing. “Every detail, milkman. Don’t leave anything out.”
He grinned, guiding her to the couch. “Took her out last night. She was all shy, acting like the perfect orthodox sister. But after a few drinks, she was all over me. Took her to my place, and… fuck, Priti, she’s wilder than I expected.”
Priti’s eyes gleamed, her hands unbuttoning his shirt. “What did she do?”
Siddu’s voice was rough with excitement. “She sucked my cock like she was starving for it. Then I bent her over my bed and fucked her hard. She kept begging for more, saying she hasn’t been fucked like that in years.”
Priti moaned, straddling his lap. “Fuck, that’s hot. Did you film it?”
Siddu shook his head. “Not this time. She’s too cautious. But I’ll get her to loosen up.”
Priti pulled his jeans down, his cock springing free. She stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You better. But right now, you’re mine.”
She sank to her knees, taking him in her mouth, sucking him deep and slow. Siddu groaned, his hands in her hair. “Fuck, Priti… you’re better than her…”
Priti worked him with skill, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his balls. Then she stood, slipping off her dress and revealing her naked body. She pushed him back, straddling him and guiding his cock inside her. “Fuck me, Siddu,” she moaned, riding him slowly at first, then faster.
Siddu gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. “You’re so fucking tight… better than Nidhi…”
Priti’s moans filled the room, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. “Harder… fuck me like you fucked her…”
He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs and pounding her hard. Priti’s screams echoed, her body arching with each thrust. “Yes… Siddu… don’t stop…”
He rubbed her clit, pushing her toward another orgasm. Priti came hard, her body shaking, her cries deafening. Siddu pulled out, stroking himself and cumming across her stomach, groaning as he collapsed beside her.
As he caught his breath, Priti smirked. “Not bad, Siddu. But I’ve got to see you get Nidhi next time. I want to hear her scream in person.”
Siddu grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “Deal. Give me a week, and I’ll make it happen.”
Priti and Nidhi, my sister, shared that same duality—prim and proper on the surface, but craving something wilder beneath. They weren’t the types to jump into a threesome overnight; their orthodox upbringings made them cautious, calculated, even as their desires simmered. I knew getting them together with Siddu would take time, so I focused on pushing their boundaries separately, letting the tension build.
That evening, as we relaxed in the living room, Priti’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Siddu’s at it again,” she said, showing me the screen. A new message with a video attachment and a caption: “Check this out, cow. Your sister-in-law’s getting bold.”
My pulse spiked as Priti hit play. The video was raw, shot from Siddu’s phone propped on his car dashboard. Nidhi sat in the passenger seat of his SUV, her hair slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and thrill. She wore a tight, low-cut red dress, the thin straps straining against her curves. One strap had slipped entirely off her shoulder, letting her left breast spill free, the dark areola stark against her skin as it swayed with her movements. The dress was so low that even the other breast was barely contained, the fabric clinging precariously, threatening to expose more. Siddu’s voice cut through, teasing and smug. “Come on, Nidhi, don’t act shy. You know you’re loving this.”
Nidhi’s laugh was shaky but tinged with excitement. “You’re such a bastard, Siddu.” Her hands moved to his jeans, unzipping them with a boldness that stunned me. The camera caught her pulling his cock free—hard, thick, pulsing. Her exposed breast jiggled as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around him, sucking slowly at first, then with a hungry rhythm. The way her tit hung out, bouncing slightly with each bob of her head, was mesmerizing—her orthodox facade shattered in that moment, her body betraying her desire. Siddu groaned, his hand guiding her hair. “Fuck, Nidhi… look at you, that tit out and everything… you’re a fucking natural.”
The video cut off after a minute, but the image of Nidhi’s breast fully exposed, swaying as she worked him, burned into my mind. Priti’s breath was ragged, her eyes wide. “Jesus, Rudra,” she whispered. “Her tit was just… out there. She didn’t even try to fix it.”
I nodded, my cock twitching. “She’s got that wild streak, just like you. Either she didn’t notice or she wanted it out. Fucking hot either way.”
Priti shook her head, a mix of awe and jealousy in her voice. “No way she knows he filmed it. She’d lose her shit. But… goddamn, that dress barely holding her together, her tit just hanging like that… it’s driving me crazy.”
I pulled her close, my hands tracing her curves. “Jealous she’s stealing the show, or is this making you wet?”
She smirked, her hand grazing my erection. “Both. I’m annoyed he’s got her acting like that, but fuck, seeing her tit out, sucking him like she’s starved… I want to top it.”
I grinned, my mind spinning with plans. “Good. I want Siddu to fuck you senseless, Priti. Then I want him to take Nidhi. Separately, for now. Let’s make them both beg for it.”
Priti moaned, pressing herself against me. “You’re such a dirty bastard. I’m in. I want him again, and I want every detail of Nidhi letting go.”
We fucked hard that night, Priti riding me with a ferocity fueled by the video—the image of Nidhi’s exposed breast, swaying as she sucked Siddu off, looping in our heads. As Priti came, her nails clawing into me, I pictured Siddu with each of them, their prim exteriors crumbling as they gave in to their deepest urges.
The next morning, Priti was buzzing with energy, texting Siddu to pry for details. His replies were smug, full of hints about his plans for both women. “He wants to meet tonight,” Priti said, showing me the chat. “Says he’s free and wants to ‘celebrate’ his win with Nidhi.”
I leaned back, my pulse racing. “Tell him I’m out of town again. Invite him over, Priti. Wear something that’ll make him lose his mind.”
She didn’t hesitate. By evening, she was ready, dressed in a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves, her nipples poking through without a bra, and a short black skirt with a tiny thong underneath. Her makeup was bold—dark eyeliner, red lipstick, her hair cascading in waves. She looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.
I checked the cams in the living room, ensuring every angle was covered, and retreated to the second room with my laptop. “Have fun, baby,” I said, kissing her deeply. “Make him work for it.”
Priti winked, her confidence radiating. “Oh, he will.”
The doorbell rang at 8 PM. The cam feed showed Siddu stepping inside, looking sharp in a fitted black shirt and jeans, his eyes widening at Priti’s outfit. “Fuck, Priti,” he said, his voice low. “You’re gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?”
Priti leaned against the door, her breasts pressed forward. “Maybe. You think you deserve me after that stunt with Nidhi?”
Siddu grinned, stepping closer. “You loved that video, didn’t you? I can tell. You’re dying to have me.”
She tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Prove it, milkman. Tell me what happened with Nidhi. Every detail.”
Siddu’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him. “You want the dirt? Alright. We went for drinks, and she was all prim and proper at first. But after a couple of beers, she got flirty. Took her for a drive, parked near the airport, and… you saw what she did. She’s got a wild side, just like you.”
Priti’s breath hitched, her hands resting on his chest. “Did you fuck her?”
“Not yet,” Siddu said, his grin widening. “She’s playing coy, but she’s texting me flirty shit all the time. I’ll have her soon, Priti. And then I’ll have you both.”
Priti’s eyes gleamed, her orthodox mask slipping as her inner slut took over. “You’re so cocky, Siddu. Think you can handle me tonight?”
His hands slid to her ass, squeezing hard. “Oh, I’ll handle you, madam.”
Priti pushed him back, guiding him to the sofa. “Not so fast. You want me? Beg for it.”
Siddu raised an eyebrow, clearly loving the challenge. “Please, Priti… I need you. Been dreaming about your pussy all week.”
She straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her thong. “That’s a start. Tell me what you’ll do to me.”
Siddu groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. “I’ll fuck you until you scream. Suck those perfect tits, eat you out until you’re begging, then fuck you in every way you want.”
Priti smirked, grinding against him slowly, letting him feel her heat. “Better. Keep going.”
She slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs and unbuttoning his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and she stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You want my mouth, Siddu?”
“Please… fuck, Priti, suck it,” he groaned, his hips bucking.
She teased him, licking the tip slowly, making him squirm. “Say it again.”
“Please… suck my cock,” he begged, his voice desperate.
Priti took him deep, her mouth working him with skill, her moans vibrating against him. Siddu’s hands were in her hair, his groans filling the room. “Fuck… you’re so good…”
She sucked him for a few minutes, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his shaft and balls. Then she stood, slipping off her top and skirt, leaving just her thong. She pushed him back, climbing over him and straddling his face. “Eat me, Siddu,” she commanded, lowering her pussy onto his mouth.
Siddu dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her moan loudly. “Ohhh… fuck, yes…” Priti’s hands gripped the sofa, her hips grinding against his face. “Just like that…”
I was stroking myself, the sight of her riding his face pushing me to the edge. Siddu’s hands were on her ass, pulling her closer, his tongue working her with precision. Priti’s moans grew louder, her body trembling. “Oh my god… Siddu… I’m gonna cum…”
She came hard, her cries echoing, her thighs shaking around his head. Siddu kept licking her through the orgasm until she collapsed forward, panting.
Priti slid off him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good at that. Now fuck me.”
Siddu stood, pulling her to her feet and bending her over the sofa arm. He yanked her thong down, spreading her legs and rubbing his cock against her pussy. “You ready, Priti?”
“Yes… fuck me,” she moaned, pushing back against him.
He thrust into her, deep and hard, making her cry out. “Ohhh… fuck, Siddu… so good…”
Siddu fucked her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips, slapping her ass as he pounded her. Priti’s moans turned into screams, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”
He flipped her over, pulling her to the sofa’s edge and entering her in missionary. He fucked her hard, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck… Priti… you’re so tight…”
Priti’s body arched, her moans desperate. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum again…”
He rubbed her clit as he fucked her, pushing her over the edge. Priti screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit. Siddu groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. “Where do you want it?”
“On my face,” Priti said, dropping to her knees, her mouth open. Siddu came hard, his load splashing across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, a satisfied smile on her face.
Siddu collapsed onto the sofa, panting. “Fuck, Priti… you’re unreal.”
She smirked, wiping herself off with her top. “You’re not bad, milkman. But you’ve got work to do with Nidhi.”
He grinned, catching his breath. “Oh, I’m on it. Give me a few days, and I’ll have her screaming my name too.”
As Siddu left, Priti locked the door and came to the second room, her body flushed and trembling. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “Enjoy that, pervert?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.
I pulled her down, kissing her hard. “You’re fucking incredible, Priti. I want to see you do that again… and I want to see Nidhi with him next.”
She laughed, grinding against me. “Patience, Rudra. We’re getting there.”
---
A few days later, Siddu’s persistence with Nidhi paid off. Priti showed me a new message from him: *“Got her. Meet me tonight, and I’ll tell you everything.”*
That evening, Siddu came over while I was “out of town” again. Priti wore a simple but tight white dress, no bra, her curves on full display. I watched from the second room, the cam feed live on my laptop.
Siddu didn’t waste time, pulling Priti close as soon as the door closed. “You want to know about Nidhi?” he asked, his hands already on her ass.
Priti nodded, her voice teasing. “Every detail, milkman. Don’t leave anything out.”
He grinned, guiding her to the couch. “Took her out last night. She was all shy, acting like the perfect orthodox sister. But after a few drinks, she was all over me. Took her to my place, and… fuck, Priti, she’s wilder than I expected.”
Priti’s eyes gleamed, her hands unbuttoning his shirt. “What did she do?”
Siddu’s voice was rough with excitement. “She sucked my cock like she was starving for it. Then I bent her over my bed and fucked her hard. She kept begging for more, saying she hasn’t been fucked like that in years.”
Priti moaned, straddling his lap. “Fuck, that’s hot. Did you film it?”
Siddu shook his head. “Not this time. She’s too cautious. But I’ll get her to loosen up.”
Priti pulled his jeans down, his cock springing free. She stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You better. But right now, you’re mine.”
She sank to her knees, taking him in her mouth, sucking him deep and slow. Siddu groaned, his hands in her hair. “Fuck, Priti… you’re better than her…”
Priti worked him with skill, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his balls. Then she stood, slipping off her dress and revealing her naked body. She pushed him back, straddling him and guiding his cock inside her. “Fuck me, Siddu,” she moaned, riding him slowly at first, then faster.
Siddu gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. “You’re so fucking tight… better than Nidhi…”
Priti’s moans filled the room, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. “Harder… fuck me like you fucked her…”
He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs and pounding her hard. Priti’s screams echoed, her body arching with each thrust. “Yes… Siddu… don’t stop…”
He rubbed her clit, pushing her toward another orgasm. Priti came hard, her body shaking, her cries deafening. Siddu pulled out, stroking himself and cumming across her stomach, groaning as he collapsed beside her.
As he caught his breath, Priti smirked. “Not bad, Siddu. But I’ve got to see you get Nidhi next time. I want to hear her scream in person.”
Siddu grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “Deal. Give me a week, and I’ll make it happen.”