31-12-2025, 03:13 PM
Sundar's eyes locked onto Priya's hand as it squeezed Akhil's crotch through his pants, her fingers outlining the limp bulge there. She smirked, releasing him with a dismissive pat, then turned fully toward the young cleaner. His knife paused mid-chop, vegetables forgotten on the cutting board. Priya stepped closer to him, her saree whispering against her legs, the low dbang exposing the full curve of her hips and the tantalizing V of her pubic bone just above the fabric.
'Tell me, Sundar,' she said, her voice husky and commanding, 'have you ever seen a woman like me up close? Or do you just sneak peeks when you think I'm not looking?' She reached out, trailing her nails down his arm, feeling the muscles tense under his shirt. Sundar swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to her heaving cleavage, where the blouse strained against her breasts, one button threatening to pop.
Akhil stood frozen in the doorway, his face flushing deeper as he watched his wife flirt so brazenly with their hired help. His cock twitched involuntarily, a mix of shame and unwanted arousal stirring in his groin. Priya glanced back at him, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. 'Don't just stand there, Akhil. Fetch us some water. And hurry—Sundar's getting thirsty.'
He shuffled to the sink, filling glasses with trembling hands, the clink of ice echoing in the tense silence. When he returned, Priya took a glass from him without thanks, then pressed the other into Sundar's palm, her fingers lingering on his. 'Drink up,' she purred, watching his Adam's apple bob as he gulped it down. Water dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and she wiped it away with her thumb, sucking the droplet clean right in front of Akhil.
Emboldened, Sundar set the glass aside and straightened, his pants tenting obviously now. Priya noticed, her hand drifting to brush over the front of his trousers. 'Oh, what's this? Already hard for your memsaab? Unlike my useless husband.' She squeezed gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Sundar. Akhil's knees weakened; he set his own glass down before it spilled, his erection now half-formed, pressing uncomfortably against his fly.
Priya tugged Sundar to his feet, pulling him toward the center of the kitchen. Her saree pallu slipped from her shoulder, baring one breast entirely—the dark nipple stiff and begging for attention. She didn't bother fixing it, instead guiding Sundar's hand to cup the exposed flesh. 'Feel how full they are? Go on, pinch it.' Sundar obeyed, rolling the nipple between his fingers, making Priya moan softly. She arched into his touch, her free hand yanking open the remaining buttons of her blouse until both breasts spilled out, jiggling freely.
Akhil's breath came in short gasps, his hand itching to touch himself but held back by her unspoken command. 'Priya... the neighbors might hear,' he whispered, but she laughed, low and throaty.
'Let them. Maybe they'll join in.' She pushed Sundar against the counter, dropping to her knees in a fluid motion. The saree pooled around her, but she hiked it up, revealing her bare pussy, already slick and swollen. Sundar's hands fumbled with his belt, but Priya batted them away, unzipping him herself. His cock sprang out—thick, uncut, and veined, curving upward with youthful vigor. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over the slit to taste his pre-cum.
Sundar groaned, his hips bucking forward as Priya took him deeper, her mouth stretching around his girth. She bobbed her head, slurping noisily, saliva dripping down his shaft to his balls. One hand pumped the base while the other slipped between her thighs, fingers plunging into her wet folds. Akhil watched, transfixed, his own cock now fully hard and leaking, but he didn't dare touch it. The humiliation burned hot—his wife on her knees for the cleaner, treating him like a king while Akhil played servant.
Priya pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to Sundar's throbbing dick. 'Look at this, Akhil. See how he throbs? Not like your little thing that wilts after two pumps.' She stroked Sundar faster, her fist gliding smoothly. 'Tell him, Sundar—tell my husband how good my mouth feels.'
'Tight... so fucking tight, memsaab,' Sundar panted, his eyes half-lidded. Priya grinned up at him, then engulfed him again, deepthroating until her nose pressed against his pubic hair. She gagged slightly but held, humming around his length to vibrate against him. Sundar's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm, fucking her face with increasing confidence.
Akhil's resolve cracked; he palmed his erection through his pants, rubbing desperately. Priya noticed, pulling off once more. 'No. Hands off. You watch and learn.' She stood, shoving her saree down her legs in one swift motion, kicking it aside to stand nude before them. Her body gleamed in the morning light filtering through the window—curves lush, skin flushed, pussy lips parted and glistening.
'Turn around, Sundar,' she ordered. He did, bracing against the counter. Priya spit on her hand, slicking his cock, then bent over the kitchen table, ass presented high. 'Fuck me. Hard. Show Akhil what he's missing.' Sundar didn't hesitate; he gripped her hips and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt in her soaked cunt. Priya yelped, then moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
The table rocked with each pound, dishes rattling. Sundar's balls slapped against her clit, the wet squelch of their joining filling the room. Priya's breasts swayed pendulously, nipples scbanging the wood surface. 'Yes—deeper! Fuck me like he can't!' she cried, her voice echoing off the tiles. Akhil sank to the floor, eyes glued to the scene, his cock straining painfully as he resisted the urge to stroke.
Sundar reached around, rubbing Priya's clit in rough circles, making her walls clench around him. She came with a shuddering scream, juices gushing down her thighs, soaking the floor. But Sundar kept going, grunting as he chased his release. 'Where do you want it, memsaab?' he asked, voice strained.
'Inside—fill my pussy!' Priya demanded. He thrust erratically, then buried deep, cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot spurts flooding her depths. Priya ground against him, milking every drop, her body quivering.
When Sundar pulled out, cum leaked from her stretched hole, dripping onto the table. Priya straightened, turning to Akhil with a satisfied smirk. 'Your turn to clean, cuck. Lick it all up—from me and the table.' Akhil crawled forward on all fours, humiliated tears pricking his eyes, but his tongue darted out eagerly. He lapped at the sticky mess on the wood first, tasting the mingled fluids, then buried his face between Priya's thighs.
She spread her legs wider, fingers in his hair, forcing him deeper. 'Suck it out. Taste a real man's load.' Sundar watched, zipping up with a grin, as Akhil tongued her cum-filled pussy, swallowing the salty essence while his own cock throbbed untouched.
Priya came again on his mouth, grinding her clit against his nose. 'Good boy. Now, Sundar—come back tomorrow. And bring your friend. Akhil needs more lessons.' As Sundar nodded and left, Priya pulled Akhil up by his collar, kissing him roughly, sharing the flavor. 'This is our new life, darling. Get used to it—or watch from the corner.'
Later that afternoon, Priya lounged on the balcony in a sheer negligee that left nothing to the imagination—her nipples visible through the lace, the hem barely covering her ass. The apartment complex bustled below, neighbors milling about in the courtyard. She sipped chai, legs crossed but parting teasingly whenever someone glanced up. Akhil hovered inside, peeking through the curtains, his stomach twisting at the thought of exposure.
'Come out here,' she called, her voice carrying. Reluctantly, he stepped onto the balcony, the sun warm on his skin. Priya patted her lap. 'Sit. Like a good pet.' He perched awkwardly, her arms wrapping around him possessively. But instead of comfort, she hiked her negligee, exposing her bare pussy to the open air, and guided his hand between her legs.
'Finger me. Right here, where everyone can see.' Akhil's fingers slid into her wetness, pumping slowly as she moaned louder than necessary. A group of men below paused, looking up, their eyes widening at the sight. Priya waved cheekily, arching into Akhil's touch. 'Faster. Make me squirt for them.'
He obeyed, curling his fingers to hit her G-spot, thumb on her clit. Her juices flowed, and soon she gushed, spraying over the railing and down to the courtyard. The men below cheered, one even snapping a photo. Akhil's face burned with shame, but his cock hardened against her thigh. Priya laughed, unzipping him and stroking his length exposed to the world.
'Cum for them too, hubby. Show how quick you are.' It took only seconds—her expert hand milking him until ropes of cum shot out, splattering the balcony floor. The audience below whistled, and Priya blew them kisses. 'See? Pathetic. But entertaining.'
As evening fell, Priya dressed for another outing—a tight mini-dress that hugged her curves, no bra or panties, the neckline plunging to her navel. 'We're going to the market,' she announced. 'And you're carrying the bags like the beta male you are.' At the bustling bazaar, she walked ahead, hips swaying, drawing stares from vendors and shoppers alike. She bent over fruit stalls, flashing her ass, and haggled with flirtatious winks.
Akhil trailed behind, arms laden with purchases, his eyes downcast as men ogled his wife. At a clothing stall, Priya tried on a sheer sari right there in the open, the vendor's son helping dbang it, his hands lingering on her waist. 'What do you think, Akhil? Should I buy it to tease more boys?' He nodded mutely, arousal warring with jealousy.
Back home, she modeled it for him, the fabric translucent against her skin. 'Kneel and eat me out while I text Raj.' Akhil dropped to his knees, tongue delving into her folds as she typed, laughing at replies. 'He wants to bring friends next time. A gang bang—think you can handle watching that?'
The night ended with Priya riding Akhil's face to orgasm, denying him release. 'Earn it tomorrow. Maybe if Sundar and his friend perform well, I'll let you fuck my ass—after they do.' Akhil lay spent and frustrated, knowing her dominance had only just begun, her exhibitionist games set to pull him deeper into humiliation's embrace.
'Tell me, Sundar,' she said, her voice husky and commanding, 'have you ever seen a woman like me up close? Or do you just sneak peeks when you think I'm not looking?' She reached out, trailing her nails down his arm, feeling the muscles tense under his shirt. Sundar swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to her heaving cleavage, where the blouse strained against her breasts, one button threatening to pop.
Akhil stood frozen in the doorway, his face flushing deeper as he watched his wife flirt so brazenly with their hired help. His cock twitched involuntarily, a mix of shame and unwanted arousal stirring in his groin. Priya glanced back at him, her eyes gleaming with cruel delight. 'Don't just stand there, Akhil. Fetch us some water. And hurry—Sundar's getting thirsty.'
He shuffled to the sink, filling glasses with trembling hands, the clink of ice echoing in the tense silence. When he returned, Priya took a glass from him without thanks, then pressed the other into Sundar's palm, her fingers lingering on his. 'Drink up,' she purred, watching his Adam's apple bob as he gulped it down. Water dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and she wiped it away with her thumb, sucking the droplet clean right in front of Akhil.
Emboldened, Sundar set the glass aside and straightened, his pants tenting obviously now. Priya noticed, her hand drifting to brush over the front of his trousers. 'Oh, what's this? Already hard for your memsaab? Unlike my useless husband.' She squeezed gently, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Sundar. Akhil's knees weakened; he set his own glass down before it spilled, his erection now half-formed, pressing uncomfortably against his fly.
Priya tugged Sundar to his feet, pulling him toward the center of the kitchen. Her saree pallu slipped from her shoulder, baring one breast entirely—the dark nipple stiff and begging for attention. She didn't bother fixing it, instead guiding Sundar's hand to cup the exposed flesh. 'Feel how full they are? Go on, pinch it.' Sundar obeyed, rolling the nipple between his fingers, making Priya moan softly. She arched into his touch, her free hand yanking open the remaining buttons of her blouse until both breasts spilled out, jiggling freely.
Akhil's breath came in short gasps, his hand itching to touch himself but held back by her unspoken command. 'Priya... the neighbors might hear,' he whispered, but she laughed, low and throaty.
'Let them. Maybe they'll join in.' She pushed Sundar against the counter, dropping to her knees in a fluid motion. The saree pooled around her, but she hiked it up, revealing her bare pussy, already slick and swollen. Sundar's hands fumbled with his belt, but Priya batted them away, unzipping him herself. His cock sprang out—thick, uncut, and veined, curving upward with youthful vigor. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over the slit to taste his pre-cum.
Sundar groaned, his hips bucking forward as Priya took him deeper, her mouth stretching around his girth. She bobbed her head, slurping noisily, saliva dripping down his shaft to his balls. One hand pumped the base while the other slipped between her thighs, fingers plunging into her wet folds. Akhil watched, transfixed, his own cock now fully hard and leaking, but he didn't dare touch it. The humiliation burned hot—his wife on her knees for the cleaner, treating him like a king while Akhil played servant.
Priya pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to Sundar's throbbing dick. 'Look at this, Akhil. See how he throbs? Not like your little thing that wilts after two pumps.' She stroked Sundar faster, her fist gliding smoothly. 'Tell him, Sundar—tell my husband how good my mouth feels.'
'Tight... so fucking tight, memsaab,' Sundar panted, his eyes half-lidded. Priya grinned up at him, then engulfed him again, deepthroating until her nose pressed against his pubic hair. She gagged slightly but held, humming around his length to vibrate against him. Sundar's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm, fucking her face with increasing confidence.
Akhil's resolve cracked; he palmed his erection through his pants, rubbing desperately. Priya noticed, pulling off once more. 'No. Hands off. You watch and learn.' She stood, shoving her saree down her legs in one swift motion, kicking it aside to stand nude before them. Her body gleamed in the morning light filtering through the window—curves lush, skin flushed, pussy lips parted and glistening.
'Turn around, Sundar,' she ordered. He did, bracing against the counter. Priya spit on her hand, slicking his cock, then bent over the kitchen table, ass presented high. 'Fuck me. Hard. Show Akhil what he's missing.' Sundar didn't hesitate; he gripped her hips and slammed in, burying himself to the hilt in her soaked cunt. Priya yelped, then moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts.
The table rocked with each pound, dishes rattling. Sundar's balls slapped against her clit, the wet squelch of their joining filling the room. Priya's breasts swayed pendulously, nipples scbanging the wood surface. 'Yes—deeper! Fuck me like he can't!' she cried, her voice echoing off the tiles. Akhil sank to the floor, eyes glued to the scene, his cock straining painfully as he resisted the urge to stroke.
Sundar reached around, rubbing Priya's clit in rough circles, making her walls clench around him. She came with a shuddering scream, juices gushing down her thighs, soaking the floor. But Sundar kept going, grunting as he chased his release. 'Where do you want it, memsaab?' he asked, voice strained.
'Inside—fill my pussy!' Priya demanded. He thrust erratically, then buried deep, cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot spurts flooding her depths. Priya ground against him, milking every drop, her body quivering.
When Sundar pulled out, cum leaked from her stretched hole, dripping onto the table. Priya straightened, turning to Akhil with a satisfied smirk. 'Your turn to clean, cuck. Lick it all up—from me and the table.' Akhil crawled forward on all fours, humiliated tears pricking his eyes, but his tongue darted out eagerly. He lapped at the sticky mess on the wood first, tasting the mingled fluids, then buried his face between Priya's thighs.
She spread her legs wider, fingers in his hair, forcing him deeper. 'Suck it out. Taste a real man's load.' Sundar watched, zipping up with a grin, as Akhil tongued her cum-filled pussy, swallowing the salty essence while his own cock throbbed untouched.
Priya came again on his mouth, grinding her clit against his nose. 'Good boy. Now, Sundar—come back tomorrow. And bring your friend. Akhil needs more lessons.' As Sundar nodded and left, Priya pulled Akhil up by his collar, kissing him roughly, sharing the flavor. 'This is our new life, darling. Get used to it—or watch from the corner.'
Later that afternoon, Priya lounged on the balcony in a sheer negligee that left nothing to the imagination—her nipples visible through the lace, the hem barely covering her ass. The apartment complex bustled below, neighbors milling about in the courtyard. She sipped chai, legs crossed but parting teasingly whenever someone glanced up. Akhil hovered inside, peeking through the curtains, his stomach twisting at the thought of exposure.
'Come out here,' she called, her voice carrying. Reluctantly, he stepped onto the balcony, the sun warm on his skin. Priya patted her lap. 'Sit. Like a good pet.' He perched awkwardly, her arms wrapping around him possessively. But instead of comfort, she hiked her negligee, exposing her bare pussy to the open air, and guided his hand between her legs.
'Finger me. Right here, where everyone can see.' Akhil's fingers slid into her wetness, pumping slowly as she moaned louder than necessary. A group of men below paused, looking up, their eyes widening at the sight. Priya waved cheekily, arching into Akhil's touch. 'Faster. Make me squirt for them.'
He obeyed, curling his fingers to hit her G-spot, thumb on her clit. Her juices flowed, and soon she gushed, spraying over the railing and down to the courtyard. The men below cheered, one even snapping a photo. Akhil's face burned with shame, but his cock hardened against her thigh. Priya laughed, unzipping him and stroking his length exposed to the world.
'Cum for them too, hubby. Show how quick you are.' It took only seconds—her expert hand milking him until ropes of cum shot out, splattering the balcony floor. The audience below whistled, and Priya blew them kisses. 'See? Pathetic. But entertaining.'
As evening fell, Priya dressed for another outing—a tight mini-dress that hugged her curves, no bra or panties, the neckline plunging to her navel. 'We're going to the market,' she announced. 'And you're carrying the bags like the beta male you are.' At the bustling bazaar, she walked ahead, hips swaying, drawing stares from vendors and shoppers alike. She bent over fruit stalls, flashing her ass, and haggled with flirtatious winks.
Akhil trailed behind, arms laden with purchases, his eyes downcast as men ogled his wife. At a clothing stall, Priya tried on a sheer sari right there in the open, the vendor's son helping dbang it, his hands lingering on her waist. 'What do you think, Akhil? Should I buy it to tease more boys?' He nodded mutely, arousal warring with jealousy.
Back home, she modeled it for him, the fabric translucent against her skin. 'Kneel and eat me out while I text Raj.' Akhil dropped to his knees, tongue delving into her folds as she typed, laughing at replies. 'He wants to bring friends next time. A gang bang—think you can handle watching that?'
The night ended with Priya riding Akhil's face to orgasm, denying him release. 'Earn it tomorrow. Maybe if Sundar and his friend perform well, I'll let you fuck my ass—after they do.' Akhil lay spent and frustrated, knowing her dominance had only just begun, her exhibitionist games set to pull him deeper into humiliation's embrace.
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