Niharika's Forbidden Never Ending Hunger(Scene 9 - 10 Videos - 1 Image)

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Ceiling fan above us made slow, rhythmic tick-tick-tick sound. It was only sound in living room, other than harsh scbanging of Madhav’s saw.

I sat frozen behind my silver laptop. I looked at tiny college shirt Niharika still held in her lap. Sudden, deep wave of emotion hit my chest. I remembered day we brought Mrunal home from hospital. I remembered holding Niharika’s soft hand and promising to protect family forever. I am very sensitive man. My family is my whole universe. But right now, universe was changing, and I was fully powerless to stop it.

Madhav finally stopped sawing. He wiped dirty sweat from dark neck with back of hand. He picked up yellow metal measuring tape from floor.

"I have to measure bottom hinge of doorframe, madam," Madhav said. His voice rough, scbanging in quiet air.

Niharika sat on carpet, right next to balcony doorframe. Her wide, heavy hips blocked exact spot he needed. Any normal, good house lady would stand up fast, pull saree tight over chest, and move far to give dirty carpenter space.

My beautiful wife did not move one inch.

"Do your work, Madhav," Niharika said softly. She kept head down, slowly folding my big office shirt, but her breathing became very shallow and fast.

Madhav did not ask her to move again. Instead, he got down on hands and knees. He began to crawl on carpet toward her. He moved like dark, hungry animal coming close to heavy, soft feast.

I gripped edges of laptop so hard, fingers hurt. My heart hammered against ribs. I wanted to scream at him to stop. But thick, painful lust in my private part kept me fully still. I was scared, but also fully caught by big disrespect in my own home.

Madhav crawled until his dirty, mud-stained knees were less than inch from soft pink cotton on Niharika’s wide, heavy thighs. He was so close, his rough, sweat-soaked shirt almost touched her knees.

He leaned forward to put metal measuring tape on bottom of wooden doorframe. To do this, he stretched dark, stringy arm right across Niharika’s lap.

Niharika stopped folding shirt. She sat fully still. Because she sat on floor with legs tucked under, heavy weight of her 38DD breasts rested forward. Loose pink pallu still fallen off shoulder. Deep, round neck of tight pink blouse exposed direct to him.

As Madhav leaned head to read numbers on tape, his face hovered inches from her deep, heavy cleavage.

I could see everything clear from sofa. I saw Madhav stop looking at measuring tape. His dark, hungry eyes stared straight down into straining fabric of pink blouse. He was so close, he could probably see heavy, dark shape under thin old cotton.

Then, Madhav did something that made my blood cold with pure, bad heat.

He took very slow, very deep breath through nose. He was openly smelling her. He breathed in sweet scent of my wife’s soft skin, mixing with his own raw, dirty sweat.

Niharika’s eyes closed for second. Deep, heavy shiver took over her thick, full body. Her heavy breasts bounced softly with rough breath. She did not pull away from his dirty face. She leaned into it little bit, her soft pink lips opening as she quietly breathed in harsh, raw smell of labourer coming into her space.

"Gap at bottom is very tight, madam," Madhav whispered, his rough voice shaking in small space between them. He still did not look at door. He only looked at her heavy chest.

"Make sure it fits perfect, Madhav," Niharika whispered back, her voice shaking with dark, heavy want I never heard before. "I do not want any empty space left."

Metal tape clicked as he let it slide back into box. But he did not move face away. He stayed kneeling right against her soft thighs, fully drunk by her heavy pull, and she stayed fully still, letting him eat her with eyes.

I sat there with tears of mixed feelings in eyes, while my body burned with hardest, most painful erection of whole life. I was watcher in my own living room, seeing slow, beautiful breaking of my pure wife.