22-02-2026, 04:14 AM
After the class ended my wife walked to the parking lot her steps slow her cheeks flushed her large dark eyes worried her boobs rising and falling nipples hard over the black kurti top her wide hips swaying slightly her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings her thick juicy thighs shifting nervously as she approached the bike.
I pretended I had not watched anything from the window my face calm as I stood next to the bike waiting for her.
She reached me her cheeks burning red her large dark eyes avoiding mine for a moment her boobs heaving gently nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under the red leggings.
"Rajesh... you did not come inside today... I thought you would watch the class," she said softly her voice trembling with worry her cheeks flushed deeper her large dark eyes finally looking at me full of concern her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties without her fully understanding.
"Sudha... the principal told me to wait at the parking lot... not to stand near the class... it is okay... come let us go home," I said casually starting the bike my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum the memory of her hugging Giridhar Sir her thigh rubbing his cock him cumming in his trousers the boys jerking off watching her driving me wild but I kept my face calm.
She sat behind me her boobs pressing against my back through the kurti top her nipples hard rubbing my shirt her thick juicy thighs hugging my hips her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat as we rode home.
My wife leaned forward slightly her boobs pressed harder against my back her nipples hard rubbing me her voice soft and trembling with emotion as she spoke during the ride her arms wrapped around my waist.
"Rajesh... Giridhar Sir... his wife and two daughters died in that train accident... he loved them so much... I felt so sorry for him," she said shyly her voice cracking with sympathy tears welling in her large dark eyes her boobs rising and falling against my back nipples hard through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips tighter.
I listened to her my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti leaking more precum the more she spoke about feeling sorry for Giridhar Sir her innocent sympathy for his loss his pain his tragedy the hornier I got my balls aching the bike engine humming as I rode her boobs pressed against me her voice full of compassion.
"Sir was so sad... he is still in so much pain... I felt bad for him Rajesh... he needed comfort," she said innocently her large dark eyes shy her cheeks flushed her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
Her words her innocent sympathy for Giridhar Sir her compassion for his tragedy made my cock throb violently my hand gripping the handle tighter my balls tightening painfully the thought of her naivety her caring heart driving me wild with filthy excitement as I rode home listening to her sad story her voice trembling with emotion.
We reached home, the gate creaking as my mother opened it for us, her face tired but warm, the night air cool around us.
"Sudha... I fed the kids... they are asleep now... go rest," my mother said softly, her eyes on my wife, her boobs rising and falling over the black kurti top, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
I smiled at my mother, nodding, my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti, leaking precum. That’s when I noticed the beggar had come all the way to our house, standing outside the gate in the shadows, his eyes fixed on my wife, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, his hand already inside his trousers stroking his cock slowly.
My mother saw him, her face turning angry, she yelled at him.
"Hey... go away... get out of here... stop staring," my mother shouted, chasing him away with her hand waving, the beggar stumbling back scared, his cock still hard in his trousers, cum dripping from his fingers as he ran into the dark.
My mother closed the gate with a loud clang, locking it, muttering under her breath.
We parked the bike, entered inside, my wife walked ahead of me, her boobs bouncing gently over the black kurti top, her wide hips swaying seductively, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
She stood in the bedroom, began removing her kurti top, her fingers gripping the hem, pulling the black kurti top up slowly, the kurti top sliding over her wide hips, gliding against her thick juicy thighs, the kurti top stretching across her massive boobs as she lifted it higher, her boobs jiggling heavily within the loving hold of her white bra, as if the kurti top were a devoted lover reluctantly letting them go, her jet black hair falling loose from the ponytail, jasmine flowers dropping to the floor, the scent rising stronger.
"Rajesh... I felt so sorry for Giridhar Sir... he is still in so much pain after losing his wife and daughters... I could not stop thinking about his tragedy," she said softly, her voice trembling with sympathy, her cheeks flushed, her boobs rising and falling over the white bra as she pulled the kurti top over her head, her boobs swaying tenderly but securely in the bra's warm embrace, held lovingly and lifted high, her deep round navel fully exposed, her wide hips flaring out.
She folded the black kurti top neatly, placed it on the chair, now standing in her white bra and red leggings, her massive boobs nestled in the tender, possessive hug of her bra, never allowed to spill free or droop but cherished and lifted in every subtle rise and fall, her deep round navel, her wide hips.
She pushed the red leggings down her wide hips, the red leggings sliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, revealing her white panties hugging her ass cheeks, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips, outlining their swollen shape, the panty line disappearing as the leggings peeled away.
"Sir has suffered too much... I kept thinking about him all the way home... I wish I could do more to help him," she said innocently, her voice full of compassion, tears welling in her large dark eyes, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she peeled the red leggings down inch by inch, the red leggings gliding against her legs, hugging every contour of her thighs, sliding over her knees, past her calves, pooling at her ankles, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she stepped out of them carefully, her pussy lips swollen under her white panties, her wide hips flaring out.
She folded the red leggings neatly, placed them with the kurti top, now standing only in her white bra and white panties, her massive boobs rested in the bra's gentle hug, the affectionate hold never loosening, her deep round navel, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the white panties, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips.
My wife stood only in her white bra and white panties, her massive boobs lovingly embraced and held by her bra, as if the bra itself were a devoted lover tenderly hugging them close and lifting them high, the bra cradled her boobs in a gentle, intimate embrace, holding them intact and supported with warm affectionate security, her boobs rested softly and lifted within the loving hold of her bra, swaying subtly with natural grace while the bra continued to embrace and hold them tenderly like a lover reluctant to let go, her deep round navel fully exposed, her wide hips flaring out, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips, outlining their swollen shape.
I stood behind her, my cock throbbing hard in my hand as I stroked it slowly, watching her in her white bra and white panties, her boobs heaving in the bra's warm embrace, her ass cheeks hugged tight by her panties.
"Sudha... did you offer any comforting words to Giridhar Sir... maybe a hug... or something?" I asked casually, my voice low, my hand stroking my cock faster, my balls aching as I watched her boobs rise and fall in the bra's loving hold.
My wife turned slightly, her boobs shifting plushly within the bra's gentle hug, the affectionate hold never loosening, her cheeks flushed, her large dark eyes shy.
"Rajesh... I hugged him... I am sorry... I felt so bad for him... he needed comfort... I let him hug me... forgive me," she confessed apologetically, her voice trembling with guilt, tears welling in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs shifting nervously.
I stepped closer, hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... I am so proud of you... you did the right thing... helping him... I love you," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife hugged me back, her arms around my neck, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me.
"Rajesh... are you sure... are you not mad at me... I hugged him... I let him hug me... I am sorry," she whispered shyly, her voice trembling with worry and guilt, her large dark eyes searching mine, tears still in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her cheeks burning red, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
"Sudha... I am not mad... I love you... you did nothing wrong... I am proud of your kindness... I love you," I said softly, squeezing her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry, her innocent sympathy, her confession.
My wife sighed softly, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her arms tightening around my neck, her cheeks still flushed, her large dark eyes softening with relief, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I kept squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, the dark filthy thrill of her confession, her innocent guilt about hugging Giridhar Sir, her worry about making me mad, driving me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching.
I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... I am so proud of your kind heart... your helping nature... if I was there... I would have let you kiss him... I would have done anything to comfort him," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife’s head dropped slightly, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes looking down, her voice trembling with guilt.
"Rajesh... I let him kiss my lips... I am sorry... are you mad at me?" she whispered shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
"Sudha... I love you more... you are so kind... so open-hearted... just like me... I am proud of you," I said softly, squeezing her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry, her innocent sympathy.
My wife started feeling comfortable, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her large dark eyes lifting to meet mine, a small relieved smile on her full red lips, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her cheeks still flushed but softer now.
After a pause, when she got comfortable with my words, I asked gently, my voice low, my hands still squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties.
"Sudha... did he like your lips?" I asked, my cock throbbing harder against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching as I waited for her answer.
My wife blushed deeper, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes dropping again, her boobs rising and falling in her white bra, her voice shy and trembling.
"Rajesh... he enjoyed kissing my lips so much... he moaned inside my mouth... he held my face tightly... he kissed me deeply... I could feel how much he liked it... he was so grateful," she whispered, her voice full of embarrassment and sympathy, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I squeezed her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing violently against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her confession, her innocent description of how Giridhar Sir enjoyed kissing her lips, moaning inside her mouth, holding her face, kissing her deeply.
"Sudha... tell me more... did you like the taste of his lips?" I asked, my voice rough with lust, my hands squeezing her naked ass cheeks firmly, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti.
My wife’s cheeks burned even redder, her large dark eyes shy, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her voice trembling.
"Rajesh... no... it was filthy... I hated the taste... but out of compassion... I kissed him back... I wanted to make him feel better... I am sorry," she said apologetically, her voice full of guilt, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
Her words, her innocent guilt about kissing him back, hating his taste but doing it out of compassion, her sympathy for Giridhar Sir, made my cock throb harder, my balls aching painfully, the filthy thrill of her naivety, her open-hearted kindness, driving me wild with jealousy and excitement as I held her close.
I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... you are a good student... helping your teacher come out of his trauma is a noble thing... I am proud of you," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife’s head dropped slightly, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes looking down, her voice trembling with guilt.
"Rajesh... there is one more thing... I did to comfort him... I do not want to tell you... I am scared," she whispered shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I nodded gently, hugging her tighter, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti.
"Sudha... I love you... tell me... I am not mad... I love you no matter what," I said softly, my voice full of reassurance, my hands squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry.
I got naked, my cock rock hard, throbbing, leaking precum, hugged her only in her white bra and white panties, carried her to bed, telling her.
"Tell me while I enjoy fucking you," I said, placing her on the bed, reaching behind her back to unhook her white bra clasps one by one, the hooks releasing with soft clicks, pulling the bra band away from her ribcage, her massive boobs spilling free as I peeled the white bra off her shoulders, her boobs bounced heavily, her dark nipples erect and hard, the bra straps sliding down her arms, the cups releasing her boobs completely, her boobs swaying freely, heavy and round, her nipples stiff in the cool air.
I eased my hands to her white panties, hooking my fingers under the waistband, tugging her white panties down her wide hips, the white panties sliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, the white panties crotch peeling away from her soaked pussy lips, the wet white panties clinging briefly to her pussy lips before releasing, gliding the white panties down her thick juicy thighs, the white panties dragging against her legs, hugging every contour of her thighs, sliding over her knees, past her calves, pooling at her ankles, her pussy completely exposed, glistening wet, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together slightly as I peeled the white panties off her feet.
I shoved my hard cock inside her soaked pussy, thrusting deep, her pussy walls clenching around my cock as I began fucking her hard, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each thrust, the wet squelching sounds loud, her pussy gripping me tighter, the cuckold tension thick in the air as I recalled her hugging Giridhar Sir, her thigh rubbing his cock, him cumming in his trousers, her kissing him back out of sympathy, the boys watching and jerking their cocks, the sexual tension building with every thrust, every moan from her lips, my cock slamming deeper, my balls tightening painfully from the filthy excitement of her kindness, her open heart, her helping him cum.
My wife moaned louder, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting with each thrust.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Rajesh... I stroked his cock over his pants... I helped him cum... I am sorry... I did it out of sympathy... he needed it," she confessed shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting with each thrust.
Her confession, her innocent guilt about stroking Giridhar Sir's cock over his pants, helping him cum out of sympathy, her detailed words about comforting him, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, my thrusts becoming frantic, my balls tightening painfully, the cuckold tension exploding inside me, the filthy excitement of her naivety, her open-hearted kindness, her stroking his cock, making him cum, driving me insane with lust and jealousy.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed, shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy, her pussy walls clenching, milking every drop, her body shuddering under me, her massive boobs heaving, nipples hard, her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum.
We lay there breathing hard, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy, pulsing with the last weak spurts of cum, her pussy walls fluttering around me in slow, exhausted clenches, milking the final drops, our mixed cum leaking out around my cock and dripping down her ass cheeks onto the bedsheet. Her massive boobs rose and fell against my chest, nipples still hard and sensitive from my mouth, brushing my skin with every ragged breath. Her thick juicy thighs remained loosely wrapped around my hips, trembling faintly, her plump ass cheeks soft and warm under my palms, my fingers still resting inside her white panties that I had tugged halfway down earlier.
I stayed inside her, not pulling out, letting the wet heat of her pussy cradle my softening cock, my balls pressed against her ass cheeks, heavy and spent. I kissed her forehead gently, tasting the salt of her sweat and tears, then moved to her cheek, her full red lips still swollen from earlier confessions and our kiss.
"Sudha... my sweet wife... you have no idea how much I love you," I whispered, my voice low and rough with emotion, my cock giving a weak twitch inside her pussy as I spoke. "Hearing you say those things... how you stroked his cock... helped him cum... out of pure kindness... it makes me want you even more. I am not angry. I am proud. You are so good, so open-hearted."
My wife’s large dark eyes lifted to mine, still glassy with tears and the afterglow of her orgasm, her cheeks flushed deep red. She bit her lower lip, her pussy giving a small involuntary squeeze around my cock, sending a shiver through both of us.
"Rajesh... really? You are not mad?" she whispered, her voice small and vulnerable, her boobs pressing harder against my chest as she shifted closer, her nipples dragging across my skin. "I was so scared to tell you... I thought you would hate me... I only wanted to help him... he was hurting so much... but when I touched his cock... stroked it... felt him cum in his trousers... I felt guilty... but I could not stop. I am sorry."
I kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting her again, my tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her soft whimper. My cock stirred weakly inside her pussy, not fully hard yet but thickening from her words, from the image of her hand on Giridhar Sir’s cock, jerking him until he came.
"Never be sorry for being kind, Sudha," I murmured against her lips, my hand sliding up to cup her boob, thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp softly. "I love that about you. I love that you gave him that comfort... that you made him cum when he needed it most. It makes me love you more... makes me want to fuck you again just thinking about it."
She moaned quietly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her thick juicy thighs tightening around my hips, her plump ass cheeks flexing under my other hand.
"Rajesh... when he moaned into my mouth... when I felt his cock pulse and cum... I thought of you... I thought you would understand... I did it for him... but I came home to you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and lingering arousal, her boobs rising faster, nipples stiff against my palm, her pussy giving another slow squeeze around my cock.
I kissed her again, slower this time, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the faint salt of her tears and the sweetness that was only hers. My cock thickened further inside her pussy, not fully hard but stirring, the cuckold heat reigniting low in my balls.
"I understand, Sudha... I understand completely," I whispered against her lips, my thumb circling her nipple slowly, making her arch slightly, her pussy clenching around me. "You are my perfect wife... kind, beautiful, open-hearted... I love that you helped him... I love that you told me... I love everything about you."
She sighed, a soft, relieved sound, her body melting further into mine, her boobs pressed tight against my chest, her nipples hard and sensitive, her pussy warm and slick around my cock, her thick juicy thighs loosening but still wrapped around me, her plump ass cheeks relaxing under my palm.
"I love you too, Rajesh... thank you for understanding... thank you for loving me... even after everything," she whispered, her voice small and tender, tears drying on her cheeks, a soft smile curving her full red lips as she nuzzled closer, her boobs shifting plushly against me, her pussy giving one last gentle flutter around my cock.
We stayed like that, bodies entwined, my cock softening slowly inside her pussy, her boobs pressed to my chest, her nipples still hard against my skin, her thick juicy thighs around my hips, her plump ass cheeks warm under my hand, the dark, intimate thrill of her confession hanging between us like smoke, binding us closer even as it fueled my jealousy and desire. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips again — soft, slow, possessive — and she sighed into my mouth, safe, loved, forgiven, her pussy still holding me gently inside her as our breathing slowly matched.
I pretended I had not watched anything from the window my face calm as I stood next to the bike waiting for her.
She reached me her cheeks burning red her large dark eyes avoiding mine for a moment her boobs heaving gently nipples hard over the kurti top her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly under the red leggings.
"Rajesh... you did not come inside today... I thought you would watch the class," she said softly her voice trembling with worry her cheeks flushed deeper her large dark eyes finally looking at me full of concern her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties without her fully understanding.
"Sudha... the principal told me to wait at the parking lot... not to stand near the class... it is okay... come let us go home," I said casually starting the bike my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti leaking precum the memory of her hugging Giridhar Sir her thigh rubbing his cock him cumming in his trousers the boys jerking off watching her driving me wild but I kept my face calm.
She sat behind me her boobs pressing against my back through the kurti top her nipples hard rubbing my shirt her thick juicy thighs hugging my hips her plump ass cheeks jiggling on the seat as we rode home.
My wife leaned forward slightly her boobs pressed harder against my back her nipples hard rubbing me her voice soft and trembling with emotion as she spoke during the ride her arms wrapped around my waist.
"Rajesh... Giridhar Sir... his wife and two daughters died in that train accident... he loved them so much... I felt so sorry for him," she said shyly her voice cracking with sympathy tears welling in her large dark eyes her boobs rising and falling against my back nipples hard through the kurti top her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips tighter.
I listened to her my cock throbbing harder inside my dhoti leaking more precum the more she spoke about feeling sorry for Giridhar Sir her innocent sympathy for his loss his pain his tragedy the hornier I got my balls aching the bike engine humming as I rode her boobs pressed against me her voice full of compassion.
"Sir was so sad... he is still in so much pain... I felt bad for him Rajesh... he needed comfort," she said innocently her large dark eyes shy her cheeks flushed her pussy lips probably tingling again under her panties from the emotional weight without her fully understanding.
Her words her innocent sympathy for Giridhar Sir her compassion for his tragedy made my cock throb violently my hand gripping the handle tighter my balls tightening painfully the thought of her naivety her caring heart driving me wild with filthy excitement as I rode home listening to her sad story her voice trembling with emotion.
We reached home, the gate creaking as my mother opened it for us, her face tired but warm, the night air cool around us.
"Sudha... I fed the kids... they are asleep now... go rest," my mother said softly, her eyes on my wife, her boobs rising and falling over the black kurti top, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks round and firm under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings.
I smiled at my mother, nodding, my cock throbbing hard inside my dhoti, leaking precum. That’s when I noticed the beggar had come all the way to our house, standing outside the gate in the shadows, his eyes fixed on my wife, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the red leggings, his hand already inside his trousers stroking his cock slowly.
My mother saw him, her face turning angry, she yelled at him.
"Hey... go away... get out of here... stop staring," my mother shouted, chasing him away with her hand waving, the beggar stumbling back scared, his cock still hard in his trousers, cum dripping from his fingers as he ran into the dark.
My mother closed the gate with a loud clang, locking it, muttering under her breath.
We parked the bike, entered inside, my wife walked ahead of me, her boobs bouncing gently over the black kurti top, her wide hips swaying seductively, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly under the red leggings, the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the leggings, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together with each step.
She stood in the bedroom, began removing her kurti top, her fingers gripping the hem, pulling the black kurti top up slowly, the kurti top sliding over her wide hips, gliding against her thick juicy thighs, the kurti top stretching across her massive boobs as she lifted it higher, her boobs jiggling heavily within the loving hold of her white bra, as if the kurti top were a devoted lover reluctantly letting them go, her jet black hair falling loose from the ponytail, jasmine flowers dropping to the floor, the scent rising stronger.
"Rajesh... I felt so sorry for Giridhar Sir... he is still in so much pain after losing his wife and daughters... I could not stop thinking about his tragedy," she said softly, her voice trembling with sympathy, her cheeks flushed, her boobs rising and falling over the white bra as she pulled the kurti top over her head, her boobs swaying tenderly but securely in the bra's warm embrace, held lovingly and lifted high, her deep round navel fully exposed, her wide hips flaring out.
She folded the black kurti top neatly, placed it on the chair, now standing in her white bra and red leggings, her massive boobs nestled in the tender, possessive hug of her bra, never allowed to spill free or droop but cherished and lifted in every subtle rise and fall, her deep round navel, her wide hips.
She pushed the red leggings down her wide hips, the red leggings sliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, revealing her white panties hugging her ass cheeks, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips, outlining their swollen shape, the panty line disappearing as the leggings peeled away.
"Sir has suffered too much... I kept thinking about him all the way home... I wish I could do more to help him," she said innocently, her voice full of compassion, tears welling in her large dark eyes, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together as she peeled the red leggings down inch by inch, the red leggings gliding against her legs, hugging every contour of her thighs, sliding over her knees, past her calves, pooling at her ankles, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she stepped out of them carefully, her pussy lips swollen under her white panties, her wide hips flaring out.
She folded the red leggings neatly, placed them with the kurti top, now standing only in her white bra and white panties, her massive boobs rested in the bra's gentle hug, the affectionate hold never loosening, her deep round navel, her wide hips, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by the white panties, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips.
My wife stood only in her white bra and white panties, her massive boobs lovingly embraced and held by her bra, as if the bra itself were a devoted lover tenderly hugging them close and lifting them high, the bra cradled her boobs in a gentle, intimate embrace, holding them intact and supported with warm affectionate security, her boobs rested softly and lifted within the loving hold of her bra, swaying subtly with natural grace while the bra continued to embrace and hold them tenderly like a lover reluctant to let go, her deep round navel fully exposed, her wide hips flaring out, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties, the crotch soaked dark and wet clinging to her pussy lips, outlining their swollen shape.
I stood behind her, my cock throbbing hard in my hand as I stroked it slowly, watching her in her white bra and white panties, her boobs heaving in the bra's warm embrace, her ass cheeks hugged tight by her panties.
"Sudha... did you offer any comforting words to Giridhar Sir... maybe a hug... or something?" I asked casually, my voice low, my hand stroking my cock faster, my balls aching as I watched her boobs rise and fall in the bra's loving hold.
My wife turned slightly, her boobs shifting plushly within the bra's gentle hug, the affectionate hold never loosening, her cheeks flushed, her large dark eyes shy.
"Rajesh... I hugged him... I am sorry... I felt so bad for him... he needed comfort... I let him hug me... forgive me," she confessed apologetically, her voice trembling with guilt, tears welling in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs shifting nervously.
I stepped closer, hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... I am so proud of you... you did the right thing... helping him... I love you," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife hugged me back, her arms around my neck, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me.
"Rajesh... are you sure... are you not mad at me... I hugged him... I let him hug me... I am sorry," she whispered shyly, her voice trembling with worry and guilt, her large dark eyes searching mine, tears still in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her cheeks burning red, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
"Sudha... I am not mad... I love you... you did nothing wrong... I am proud of your kindness... I love you," I said softly, squeezing her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry, her innocent sympathy, her confession.
My wife sighed softly, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her arms tightening around my neck, her cheeks still flushed, her large dark eyes softening with relief, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I kept squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, the dark filthy thrill of her confession, her innocent guilt about hugging Giridhar Sir, her worry about making me mad, driving me wild with jealousy and filthy excitement, my balls aching.
I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... I am so proud of your kind heart... your helping nature... if I was there... I would have let you kiss him... I would have done anything to comfort him," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife’s head dropped slightly, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes looking down, her voice trembling with guilt.
"Rajesh... I let him kiss my lips... I am sorry... are you mad at me?" she whispered shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
"Sudha... I love you more... you are so kind... so open-hearted... just like me... I am proud of you," I said softly, squeezing her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry, her innocent sympathy.
My wife started feeling comfortable, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her large dark eyes lifting to meet mine, a small relieved smile on her full red lips, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her cheeks still flushed but softer now.
After a pause, when she got comfortable with my words, I asked gently, my voice low, my hands still squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties.
"Sudha... did he like your lips?" I asked, my cock throbbing harder against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching as I waited for her answer.
My wife blushed deeper, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes dropping again, her boobs rising and falling in her white bra, her voice shy and trembling.
"Rajesh... he enjoyed kissing my lips so much... he moaned inside my mouth... he held my face tightly... he kissed me deeply... I could feel how much he liked it... he was so grateful," she whispered, her voice full of embarrassment and sympathy, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling slightly against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I squeezed her naked ass cheeks harder, my cock throbbing violently against her thighs through my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her confession, her innocent description of how Giridhar Sir enjoyed kissing her lips, moaning inside her mouth, holding her face, kissing her deeply.
"Sudha... tell me more... did you like the taste of his lips?" I asked, my voice rough with lust, my hands squeezing her naked ass cheeks firmly, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti.
My wife’s cheeks burned even redder, her large dark eyes shy, her boobs heaving in her white bra, her voice trembling.
"Rajesh... no... it was filthy... I hated the taste... but out of compassion... I kissed him back... I wanted to make him feel better... I am sorry," she said apologetically, her voice full of guilt, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
Her words, her innocent guilt about kissing him back, hating his taste but doing it out of compassion, her sympathy for Giridhar Sir, made my cock throb harder, my balls aching painfully, the filthy thrill of her naivety, her open-hearted kindness, driving me wild with jealousy and excitement as I held her close.
I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, her wide hips against mine, her plump ass cheeks hugged tight by her white panties.
"Sudha... you are a good student... helping your teacher come out of his trauma is a noble thing... I am proud of you," I said softly, my voice full of emotion, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti, my hands sliding down her back, easing inside her white panties from behind, grabbed her naked ass cheeks, squeezed her naked ass cheeks firmly, my fingers digging into her naked ass cheeks, feeling her warm naked ass cheeks in my palms.
My wife’s head dropped slightly, her cheeks burning red, her large dark eyes looking down, her voice trembling with guilt.
"Rajesh... there is one more thing... I did to comfort him... I do not want to tell you... I am scared," she whispered shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs against my hips, her plump ass cheeks squeezed in my hands inside her panties.
I nodded gently, hugging her tighter, my arms wrapping around her waist, her massive boobs pressed hard against my chest through her white bra, her nipples hard through the bra cups rubbing me, my cock throbbing against her thighs through my dhoti.
"Sudha... I love you... tell me... I am not mad... I love you no matter what," I said softly, my voice full of reassurance, my hands squeezing her naked ass cheeks inside her panties, my cock leaking more precum inside my dhoti, my balls aching with filthy excitement from her guilty worry.
I got naked, my cock rock hard, throbbing, leaking precum, hugged her only in her white bra and white panties, carried her to bed, telling her.
"Tell me while I enjoy fucking you," I said, placing her on the bed, reaching behind her back to unhook her white bra clasps one by one, the hooks releasing with soft clicks, pulling the bra band away from her ribcage, her massive boobs spilling free as I peeled the white bra off her shoulders, her boobs bounced heavily, her dark nipples erect and hard, the bra straps sliding down her arms, the cups releasing her boobs completely, her boobs swaying freely, heavy and round, her nipples stiff in the cool air.
I eased my hands to her white panties, hooking my fingers under the waistband, tugging her white panties down her wide hips, the white panties sliding slowly over her plump ass cheeks, the white panties crotch peeling away from her soaked pussy lips, the wet white panties clinging briefly to her pussy lips before releasing, gliding the white panties down her thick juicy thighs, the white panties dragging against her legs, hugging every contour of her thighs, sliding over her knees, past her calves, pooling at her ankles, her pussy completely exposed, glistening wet, her pussy lips swollen and dripping with arousal, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together slightly as I peeled the white panties off her feet.
I shoved my hard cock inside her soaked pussy, thrusting deep, her pussy walls clenching around my cock as I began fucking her hard, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each thrust, the wet squelching sounds loud, her pussy gripping me tighter, the cuckold tension thick in the air as I recalled her hugging Giridhar Sir, her thigh rubbing his cock, him cumming in his trousers, her kissing him back out of sympathy, the boys watching and jerking their cocks, the sexual tension building with every thrust, every moan from her lips, my cock slamming deeper, my balls tightening painfully from the filthy excitement of her kindness, her open heart, her helping him cum.
My wife moaned louder, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting with each thrust.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Rajesh... I stroked his cock over his pants... I helped him cum... I am sorry... I did it out of sympathy... he needed it," she confessed shyly, her voice apologetic, tears in her eyes, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting with each thrust.
Her confession, her innocent guilt about stroking Giridhar Sir's cock over his pants, helping him cum out of sympathy, her detailed words about comforting him, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, my thrusts becoming frantic, my balls tightening painfully, the cuckold tension exploding inside me, the filthy excitement of her naivety, her open-hearted kindness, her stroking his cock, making him cum, driving me insane with lust and jealousy.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife's pussy, I could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” she moaned and began cumming all over my cock. My cock pulsed, shooting thick hot cum deep inside her pussy, her pussy walls clenching, milking every drop, her body shuddering under me, her massive boobs heaving, nipples hard, her pussy soaking wet with our mixed cum.
We lay there breathing hard, my cock still buried deep inside her pussy, pulsing with the last weak spurts of cum, her pussy walls fluttering around me in slow, exhausted clenches, milking the final drops, our mixed cum leaking out around my cock and dripping down her ass cheeks onto the bedsheet. Her massive boobs rose and fell against my chest, nipples still hard and sensitive from my mouth, brushing my skin with every ragged breath. Her thick juicy thighs remained loosely wrapped around my hips, trembling faintly, her plump ass cheeks soft and warm under my palms, my fingers still resting inside her white panties that I had tugged halfway down earlier.
I stayed inside her, not pulling out, letting the wet heat of her pussy cradle my softening cock, my balls pressed against her ass cheeks, heavy and spent. I kissed her forehead gently, tasting the salt of her sweat and tears, then moved to her cheek, her full red lips still swollen from earlier confessions and our kiss.
"Sudha... my sweet wife... you have no idea how much I love you," I whispered, my voice low and rough with emotion, my cock giving a weak twitch inside her pussy as I spoke. "Hearing you say those things... how you stroked his cock... helped him cum... out of pure kindness... it makes me want you even more. I am not angry. I am proud. You are so good, so open-hearted."
My wife’s large dark eyes lifted to mine, still glassy with tears and the afterglow of her orgasm, her cheeks flushed deep red. She bit her lower lip, her pussy giving a small involuntary squeeze around my cock, sending a shiver through both of us.
"Rajesh... really? You are not mad?" she whispered, her voice small and vulnerable, her boobs pressing harder against my chest as she shifted closer, her nipples dragging across my skin. "I was so scared to tell you... I thought you would hate me... I only wanted to help him... he was hurting so much... but when I touched his cock... stroked it... felt him cum in his trousers... I felt guilty... but I could not stop. I am sorry."
I kissed her slowly, deeply, tasting her again, my tongue sliding against hers, swallowing her soft whimper. My cock stirred weakly inside her pussy, not fully hard yet but thickening from her words, from the image of her hand on Giridhar Sir’s cock, jerking him until he came.
"Never be sorry for being kind, Sudha," I murmured against her lips, my hand sliding up to cup her boob, thumb brushing over her nipple, making her gasp softly. "I love that about you. I love that you gave him that comfort... that you made him cum when he needed it most. It makes me love you more... makes me want to fuck you again just thinking about it."
She moaned quietly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her thick juicy thighs tightening around my hips, her plump ass cheeks flexing under my other hand.
"Rajesh... when he moaned into my mouth... when I felt his cock pulse and cum... I thought of you... I thought you would understand... I did it for him... but I came home to you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and lingering arousal, her boobs rising faster, nipples stiff against my palm, her pussy giving another slow squeeze around my cock.
I kissed her again, slower this time, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the faint salt of her tears and the sweetness that was only hers. My cock thickened further inside her pussy, not fully hard but stirring, the cuckold heat reigniting low in my balls.
"I understand, Sudha... I understand completely," I whispered against her lips, my thumb circling her nipple slowly, making her arch slightly, her pussy clenching around me. "You are my perfect wife... kind, beautiful, open-hearted... I love that you helped him... I love that you told me... I love everything about you."
She sighed, a soft, relieved sound, her body melting further into mine, her boobs pressed tight against my chest, her nipples hard and sensitive, her pussy warm and slick around my cock, her thick juicy thighs loosening but still wrapped around me, her plump ass cheeks relaxing under my palm.
"I love you too, Rajesh... thank you for understanding... thank you for loving me... even after everything," she whispered, her voice small and tender, tears drying on her cheeks, a soft smile curving her full red lips as she nuzzled closer, her boobs shifting plushly against me, her pussy giving one last gentle flutter around my cock.
We stayed like that, bodies entwined, my cock softening slowly inside her pussy, her boobs pressed to my chest, her nipples still hard against my skin, her thick juicy thighs around my hips, her plump ass cheeks warm under my hand, the dark, intimate thrill of her confession hanging between us like smoke, binding us closer even as it fueled my jealousy and desire. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips again — soft, slow, possessive — and she sighed into my mouth, safe, loved, forgiven, her pussy still holding me gently inside her as our breathing slowly matched.
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