22-02-2026, 04:20 AM
The other boys winked at Arjun behind my wife’s back, their cocks rock hard and making huge boners in their branded underwear, eyes wide with excitement as they watched her refuse him. Suddenly they began yelling at Arjun, pretending to be angry and protective.
"Arjun... what the hell are you doing? How can you ask Sudha Akka to suck your cock? That's too much... she's our sister... stop it right now!" Vikram shouted, his voice loud and fake-outraged, his cock throbbing in his underwear.
"Yeah Arjun... you're crossing the line... apologize to Akka... she's only trying to help us... don't force her!" Suresh added, yelling dramatically, his cock jerking as he pretended to scold.
"Arjun... bad... very bad... di is like our elder sister... you can't ask her to suck... say sorry now!" Karthik joined in, his voice high and accusing, his cock hard and leaking in his underwear.
My wife looked at them, her large dark eyes filling with relief and gratitude, tears still on her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, feeling like all the boys were supporting her, protecting her honor.
"Thank you boys... thank you... you are all so good... you understand... I knew you would stand by me," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling as she felt safe and loved.
Arjun looked apologetically at my wife, his cock still hard and throbbing in front of her face, his eyes downcast with fake shame, his voice low and sorry.
"Akka... I am sorry... I was wrong... I shouldn't have asked you to suck my cock... please forgive me... I respect you... I will never ask again," he said softly, his voice cracking, tears in his eyes as he slowly began putting his cock back inside his underwear, tucking it down with shaking hands, the head still glistening with precum.
My wife felt sorry for him, her large dark eyes softening, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her voice gentle and advising.
"Arjun... there is a line... we should not cross it... stroking your cock was already that line... I could not go beyond... I helped you because I love you like a brother... but sucking... no... never... please understand... and you boys... I even stroked Giridhar Sir’s cock over his pants sometimes... but I did not cross the line... I kept it there... we must respect boundaries," she said softly, her voice full of emotion and innocent wisdom, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the bench, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together.
The other boys pretended to listen carefully, nodding in agreement, their cocks still hard and throbbing in their underwear, eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their faces serious but minds full of lust.
"Yes Akka... we understand... we will not cross the line... thank you for teaching us," Vikram said, nodding solemnly.
"Akka... you are right... boundaries are important... we respect you," Suresh added, his cock jerking in his underwear.
"Akka... we promise... no more crossing... you are the best sister," Karthik said, his voice sincere, his cock leaking in his underwear.
My wife smiled through her tears, her large dark eyes shining with relief, her boobs heaving slower now over the kurti top, her heart feeling lighter, believing they all respected her.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing Arjun’s blowjob, her firm no, her emotional advice, the boys pretending to agree while their cocks throbbed, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, pride, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.
That night while fucking my wife, I shoved my hard cock deep inside her soaked pussy, thrusting hard and fast, her pussy walls clenching around my cock, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each possessive thrust. The wet squelching sounds filled the room, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
I leaned down, my mouth near her ear, voice low and casual as I fucked her deeper.
"Sudha... I saw what happened in the trial room today... I was outside... I saw everything," I said, my cock slamming into her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her large dark eyes wide with sudden surprise, her cheeks flushing red, her boobs bouncing with each thrust.
"Rajesh... you saw? I... I did not cross the line... I only stroked Arjun’s cock... I knew where to draw the line... I stopped when he asked for more... I am still your wife... I did not let him go further... please believe me," she whispered apologetically, her voice trembling with guilt and pleasure, her pussy walls fluttering around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing me tighter.
Her words, her innocent defense, her insistence that she knew the line, that stroking was okay but sucking was not, made my cock throb even harder inside her pussy, the cuckold heat exploding inside me. I fucked her faster, deeper, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks.
"Sudha... hypothetically... how would you feel if Arjun’s thick long cock entered your pussy?" I asked casually, my voice rough with lust, my cock slamming into her pussy, my hands crushing her boobs.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Arjun’s cock inside my pussy... I am your wife... I can't... but if hypothetically... it is thick... it would stretch my pussy wide open... I would feel so full... every inch pushing inside me... my pussy walls would grip it tightly... it would feel heavy... strong... I would probably moan from how much it fills me... my pussy would get so wet around it... it would slide in and out slowly at first... then faster... making me gasp... my pussy would squeeze it hard... I would feel tingles deep inside... my body would heat up... my heart would race... I would feel excited... horny... like I need more... but I won't... I can't... only your cock belongs inside my pussy," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Arjun’s thick cock would stretch her pussy, fill her completely, make her moan, make her pussy wet, make her body heat up and feel horny, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Arjun’s thick cock pushed inside your pussy... would it hurt at first? Or would your pussy open for it easily?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is thick... it would hurt a little at first... my pussy would stretch slowly... but then... it would feel so good... my pussy would get wetter... open for it... I would moan... feel it deep... sliding in and out... stretching me more each time... I would enjoy how full it makes me... how it pushes against my pussy walls... my body would tremble... my pussy would pulse around it... I would feel hot... excited... horny... wanting more thrusts... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Arjun’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would push hard... fill me every time... my pussy would grip it... feel every vein... every pulse... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... it would rub deep... make me shiver... I would enjoy how it moves inside me... how it hits deep spots... my body would heat up more... my pussy would get even wetter... I would feel horny... needing it faster... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Arjun’s thick cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it filled me so much... stretched me... rubbed deep... I might cum... my pussy would clench around it... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it pulse inside me... my pussy would squeeze hard... my body would tremble with pleasure... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Arjun’s thick cock would stretch her pussy, fill her, make her moan, make her pussy wet, make her body heat up and feel horny, make her cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Arjun’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Vikram’s curved hard cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Vikram’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is curved... it would rub my pussy walls in all the right places... every thrust would hit spots that make me shiver... it would feel like it’s shaped just for me... I would moan every time it curves deep... my pussy would get wetter... squeeze it tighter... I would enjoy how it rubs inside... how it presses special spots... makes me tremble... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Vikram’s curved cock would rub her pussy walls, hit special spots, make her moan and tremble, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
"Tell me more... if Vikram’s curved cock thrust inside your pussy... would you feel it differently from straight cocks?" I asked, thrusting slowly, deep.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Yes... if it thrust... the curve would drag along my pussy walls... rub places that feel extra good... every push would make me gasp... my pussy would squeeze around the curve... feel it bend inside me... I would enjoy how it hits deep and different... makes tingles spread... my body would heat up... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"Would you moan louder for Vikram’s curved cock inside your pussy?" I growled, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it curved deep... hit those spots... yes... I would moan louder... my pussy would pulse... feel so good... I would enjoy moaning for it... but no... I can't... only you make me moan like that," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"And if it made you cum... how would Vikram’s curved cock make your pussy cum?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deep.
"If it rubbed those spots... thrust deep... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would cum strongly... enjoy the waves... feel it pulse inside me... but I won't... I can't... only your cock makes me cum," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Vikram’s curved cock would rub her pussy, hit special spots, make her moan louder, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Vikram’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Suresh’s straight thick cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Suresh’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is straight and thick... it would stretch my pussy so much... I would feel completely filled... every inch pushing straight and wide... my pussy walls would hug it tightly... it would feel so heavy... so strong... I would probably gasp when it first enters... feel my pussy open wide... then moan as it slides in deep... filling every part... making me tremble from how full it makes me... I would enjoy how it stretches me... how it presses against my pussy walls all around... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Suresh’s straight thick cock would stretch her pussy wide, fill her completely, make her gasp and moan, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts even more, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Suresh’s thick cock pushed inside your pussy... would it feel different from curved ones?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is straight... it would go in direct... stretch my pussy evenly... feel so wide... so filling... my pussy would grip it all around... no curve... just thick pressure everywhere... I would feel it pushing straight deep... making me gasp... moan from how full it makes me... my pussy would get wetter... squeeze it hard... I would enjoy the stretch... the fullness... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Suresh’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would push straight... fill me completely each time... my pussy would feel every inch sliding in... stretching me wide... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... feel the thickness pressing all around... it would rub deep... make me shiver... I would enjoy how it moves... how it fills me over and over... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Suresh’s thick cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it filled me so much... stretched me wide... thrust deep... yes... I might cum... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it throb inside me... my pussy would squeeze tight... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Suresh’s thick cock would stretch her pussy wide, fill her completely, make her moan, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Suresh’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Karthik’s long slim cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Karthik’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is long... it would go so deep inside my pussy... reach places no one else can touch... I would feel it sliding in far... pressing deep... my pussy would stretch along its length... grip it all the way... I would probably moan very loud when it hits my deepest spots... feel tingles spread everywhere... my pussy would get so wet... squeeze it tight... I would enjoy how it goes so far... how it touches hidden places inside me... makes me shiver deep... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Karthik’s long cock would go deep inside her pussy, reach hidden spots, make her moan loud and shiver, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts even more, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Karthik’s long cock pushed inside your pussy... would you feel it differently from thick ones?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is long... it would go straight in... reach so deep... my pussy would feel it touching far inside... places thick cocks can't reach... it would slide smoothly... press deep spots... make me gasp... moan from how far it goes... my pussy would grip it along its length... feel every inch deep... I would enjoy the depth... how it touches hidden places... makes tingles spread... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Karthik’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would go in and out far... hit deep every time... my pussy would feel it sliding deep... pulling back... then deep again... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... feel the length moving inside... it would rub deep spots over and over... make me shiver... I would enjoy how deep it goes... how it touches everything inside... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Karthik’s long cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it went so deep... hit those hidden spots... yes... I might cum... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it throb deep inside me... my pussy would squeeze tight around its length... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Karthik’s long cock would go deep inside her pussy, reach hidden spots, make her moan loud, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Karthik’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... if the boys’ cocks were tempting you so much... maybe you can take them inside your pussy... have fun with them... let them stretch you... fill you... I am okay with it... I want you to enjoy yourself... if it makes you happy," I said casually, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes wide with surprise, her cheeks flushing deeper.
"Rajesh... I know you love me... you want me to have fun... enjoy myself... but I am loyal to you... I would never take any other cock inside my pussy... only yours... I am your wife... I can't... I won't... please don't say that... I only want your cock," she whispered innocently, her voice trembling with emotion and sincerity, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving over my hands.
Her innocent refusal, her loyal promise that only my cock belonged inside her pussy, made my cock throb even harder, but I kept going, thrusting slowly, deep.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Giridhar Sir’s cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked casually, my voice rough with lust, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Giridhar Sir’s cock inside my pussy... I haven't even seen it... but I respect him... he is my teacher... and I am your wife... I would never cheat on you... never take any other cock... only yours... always yours," she whispered innocently, her voice trembling with sincerity and pleasure, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving over my hands.
Her words, her firm refusal, her innocent promise that she would never cheat, that only my cock belonged inside her pussy, made my cock throb even harder, but I kept going, thrusting slowly, deep.
"But tell me... when he hugs you... kisses you... grabs your ass cheeks... do you feel him getting tempted? Does he want more?" I asked, my voice low, my cock slamming deeper.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Yes... when he hugs me... presses close... I feel his cock hardening against my stomach... when he kisses me... his tongue in my mouth... moaning... I can see he wants more... when he grabs my ass cheeks... squeezes hard... his hands shake... his breathing gets fast... I know he wants to make love to me... wants to take me... but I stop it... I don't let him... I am your wife... I only comfort him... I don't give more," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with guilt and pleasure, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent confession, her naive words about feeling Giridhar Sir’s cock harden against her, his desire to make love to her, his hands shaking on her ass cheeks, his moans during the kiss, pushed me over the edge. The filthy image of her noticing his temptation, knowing he wanted to fuck her, but stopping him, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with pleasure.
The moment “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 inside her pussy, the dark filthy thrill of her innocent confession, her naive awareness of Giridhar Sir’s desire to fuck her, making me hornier even after cumming deep inside her.
"Arjun... what the hell are you doing? How can you ask Sudha Akka to suck your cock? That's too much... she's our sister... stop it right now!" Vikram shouted, his voice loud and fake-outraged, his cock throbbing in his underwear.
"Yeah Arjun... you're crossing the line... apologize to Akka... she's only trying to help us... don't force her!" Suresh added, yelling dramatically, his cock jerking as he pretended to scold.
"Arjun... bad... very bad... di is like our elder sister... you can't ask her to suck... say sorry now!" Karthik joined in, his voice high and accusing, his cock hard and leaking in his underwear.
My wife looked at them, her large dark eyes filling with relief and gratitude, tears still on her cheeks, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, feeling like all the boys were supporting her, protecting her honor.
"Thank you boys... thank you... you are all so good... you understand... I knew you would stand by me," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, her pussy lips swelling under her white panties, her thick juicy thighs trembling as she felt safe and loved.
Arjun looked apologetically at my wife, his cock still hard and throbbing in front of her face, his eyes downcast with fake shame, his voice low and sorry.
"Akka... I am sorry... I was wrong... I shouldn't have asked you to suck my cock... please forgive me... I respect you... I will never ask again," he said softly, his voice cracking, tears in his eyes as he slowly began putting his cock back inside his underwear, tucking it down with shaking hands, the head still glistening with precum.
My wife felt sorry for him, her large dark eyes softening, her boobs rising and falling over the kurti top, her voice gentle and advising.
"Arjun... there is a line... we should not cross it... stroking your cock was already that line... I could not go beyond... I helped you because I love you like a brother... but sucking... no... never... please understand... and you boys... I even stroked Giridhar Sir’s cock over his pants sometimes... but I did not cross the line... I kept it there... we must respect boundaries," she said softly, her voice full of emotion and innocent wisdom, her boobs heaving over the kurti top, her plump ass cheeks shifting on the bench, her thick juicy thighs rubbing together.
The other boys pretended to listen carefully, nodding in agreement, their cocks still hard and throbbing in their underwear, eyes on her boobs, her ass cheeks, her thighs, their faces serious but minds full of lust.
"Yes Akka... we understand... we will not cross the line... thank you for teaching us," Vikram said, nodding solemnly.
"Akka... you are right... boundaries are important... we respect you," Suresh added, his cock jerking in his underwear.
"Akka... we promise... no more crossing... you are the best sister," Karthik said, his voice sincere, his cock leaking in his underwear.
My wife smiled through her tears, her large dark eyes shining with relief, her boobs heaving slower now over the kurti top, her heart feeling lighter, believing they all respected her.
I stood outside the trial room curtain, my cock throbbing violently inside my dhoti, leaking precum, the sight of my wife refusing Arjun’s blowjob, her firm no, her emotional advice, the boys pretending to agree while their cocks throbbed, drove me wild with jealousy, relief, pride, and filthy excitement, my balls aching as I stayed hidden, heart pounding, unable to look away.
That night while fucking my wife, I shoved my hard cock deep inside her soaked pussy, thrusting hard and fast, her pussy walls clenching around my cock, her massive boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her plump ass cheeks lifting off the bed with each possessive thrust. The wet squelching sounds filled the room, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
I leaned down, my mouth near her ear, voice low and casual as I fucked her deeper.
"Sudha... I saw what happened in the trial room today... I was outside... I saw everything," I said, my cock slamming into her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, pinching her nipples.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her large dark eyes wide with sudden surprise, her cheeks flushing red, her boobs bouncing with each thrust.
"Rajesh... you saw? I... I did not cross the line... I only stroked Arjun’s cock... I knew where to draw the line... I stopped when he asked for more... I am still your wife... I did not let him go further... please believe me," she whispered apologetically, her voice trembling with guilt and pleasure, her pussy walls fluttering around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing me tighter.
Her words, her innocent defense, her insistence that she knew the line, that stroking was okay but sucking was not, made my cock throb even harder inside her pussy, the cuckold heat exploding inside me. I fucked her faster, deeper, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks.
"Sudha... hypothetically... how would you feel if Arjun’s thick long cock entered your pussy?" I asked casually, my voice rough with lust, my cock slamming into her pussy, my hands crushing her boobs.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Arjun’s cock inside my pussy... I am your wife... I can't... but if hypothetically... it is thick... it would stretch my pussy wide open... I would feel so full... every inch pushing inside me... my pussy walls would grip it tightly... it would feel heavy... strong... I would probably moan from how much it fills me... my pussy would get so wet around it... it would slide in and out slowly at first... then faster... making me gasp... my pussy would squeeze it hard... I would feel tingles deep inside... my body would heat up... my heart would race... I would feel excited... horny... like I need more... but I won't... I can't... only your cock belongs inside my pussy," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Arjun’s thick cock would stretch her pussy, fill her completely, make her moan, make her pussy wet, make her body heat up and feel horny, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Arjun’s thick cock pushed inside your pussy... would it hurt at first? Or would your pussy open for it easily?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is thick... it would hurt a little at first... my pussy would stretch slowly... but then... it would feel so good... my pussy would get wetter... open for it... I would moan... feel it deep... sliding in and out... stretching me more each time... I would enjoy how full it makes me... how it pushes against my pussy walls... my body would tremble... my pussy would pulse around it... I would feel hot... excited... horny... wanting more thrusts... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Arjun’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would push hard... fill me every time... my pussy would grip it... feel every vein... every pulse... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... it would rub deep... make me shiver... I would enjoy how it moves inside me... how it hits deep spots... my body would heat up more... my pussy would get even wetter... I would feel horny... needing it faster... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Arjun’s thick cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it filled me so much... stretched me... rubbed deep... I might cum... my pussy would clench around it... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it pulse inside me... my pussy would squeeze hard... my body would tremble with pleasure... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Arjun’s thick cock would stretch her pussy, fill her, make her moan, make her pussy wet, make her body heat up and feel horny, make her cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Arjun’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Vikram’s curved hard cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Vikram’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is curved... it would rub my pussy walls in all the right places... every thrust would hit spots that make me shiver... it would feel like it’s shaped just for me... I would moan every time it curves deep... my pussy would get wetter... squeeze it tighter... I would enjoy how it rubs inside... how it presses special spots... makes me tremble... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Vikram’s curved cock would rub her pussy walls, hit special spots, make her moan and tremble, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
"Tell me more... if Vikram’s curved cock thrust inside your pussy... would you feel it differently from straight cocks?" I asked, thrusting slowly, deep.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Yes... if it thrust... the curve would drag along my pussy walls... rub places that feel extra good... every push would make me gasp... my pussy would squeeze around the curve... feel it bend inside me... I would enjoy how it hits deep and different... makes tingles spread... my body would heat up... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"Would you moan louder for Vikram’s curved cock inside your pussy?" I growled, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it curved deep... hit those spots... yes... I would moan louder... my pussy would pulse... feel so good... I would enjoy moaning for it... but no... I can't... only you make me moan like that," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"And if it made you cum... how would Vikram’s curved cock make your pussy cum?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deep.
"If it rubbed those spots... thrust deep... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would cum strongly... enjoy the waves... feel it pulse inside me... but I won't... I can't... only your cock makes me cum," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Vikram’s curved cock would rub her pussy, hit special spots, make her moan louder, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Vikram’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Suresh’s straight thick cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Suresh’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is straight and thick... it would stretch my pussy so much... I would feel completely filled... every inch pushing straight and wide... my pussy walls would hug it tightly... it would feel so heavy... so strong... I would probably gasp when it first enters... feel my pussy open wide... then moan as it slides in deep... filling every part... making me tremble from how full it makes me... I would enjoy how it stretches me... how it presses against my pussy walls all around... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Suresh’s straight thick cock would stretch her pussy wide, fill her completely, make her gasp and moan, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts even more, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Suresh’s thick cock pushed inside your pussy... would it feel different from curved ones?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is straight... it would go in direct... stretch my pussy evenly... feel so wide... so filling... my pussy would grip it all around... no curve... just thick pressure everywhere... I would feel it pushing straight deep... making me gasp... moan from how full it makes me... my pussy would get wetter... squeeze it hard... I would enjoy the stretch... the fullness... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Suresh’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would push straight... fill me completely each time... my pussy would feel every inch sliding in... stretching me wide... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... feel the thickness pressing all around... it would rub deep... make me shiver... I would enjoy how it moves... how it fills me over and over... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Suresh’s thick cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it filled me so much... stretched me wide... thrust deep... yes... I might cum... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it throb inside me... my pussy would squeeze tight... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Suresh’s thick cock would stretch her pussy wide, fill her completely, make her moan, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Suresh’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Karthik’s long slim cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Karthik’s cock inside my pussy... he is like my younger brother... but it is long... it would go so deep inside my pussy... reach places no one else can touch... I would feel it sliding in far... pressing deep... my pussy would stretch along its length... grip it all the way... I would probably moan very loud when it hits my deepest spots... feel tingles spread everywhere... my pussy would get so wet... squeeze it tight... I would enjoy how it goes so far... how it touches hidden places inside me... makes me shiver deep... but I won't... only your cock," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent hypothetical answer, her naive description of how Karthik’s long cock would go deep inside her pussy, reach hidden spots, make her moan loud and shiver, pushed me closer to the edge, but I held back, my cock throbbing violently inside her soaked pussy, not cumming yet.
I slowed my thrusts even more, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Tell me more... if Karthik’s long cock pushed inside your pussy... would you feel it differently from thick ones?" I asked, my cock pulsing inside her.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"It is long... it would go straight in... reach so deep... my pussy would feel it touching far inside... places thick cocks can't reach... it would slide smoothly... press deep spots... make me gasp... moan from how far it goes... my pussy would grip it along its length... feel every inch deep... I would enjoy the depth... how it touches hidden places... makes tingles spread... but I won't take it... only yours," she said innocently, her voice soft and trembling, her pussy clenching harder around my cock.
"And if it started thrusting... how would Karthik’s cock feel moving inside your pussy?" I growled, thrusting slowly, deep.
"If it thrust... it would go in and out far... hit deep every time... my pussy would feel it sliding deep... pulling back... then deep again... I would moan louder... my pussy would squeeze it... feel the length moving inside... it would rub deep spots over and over... make me shiver... I would enjoy how deep it goes... how it touches everything inside... but no... I can't imagine it... only your cock," she whispered, her boobs heaving, her pussy gripping me tighter.
"Would you cum from Karthik’s long cock inside your pussy?" I asked, my thrusts slow and deliberate, my cock throbbing.
"If it went so deep... hit those hidden spots... yes... I might cum... my pussy would clench hard... shake... I would enjoy cumming on it... feeling it throb deep inside me... my pussy would squeeze tight around its length... but I won't... I can't... only you make me cum like that," she said naively, her voice trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching hard around my cock, her boobs bouncing slightly.
Her innocent hypothetical answers, her naive words about how Karthik’s long cock would go deep inside her pussy, reach hidden spots, make her moan loud, make her pussy cum, pushed me closer and closer to the edge. The filthy image of her imagining Karthik’s cock inside her pussy, even hypothetically, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy, but I kept control, not cumming yet, letting her words fuel the dark fire inside me, my cock pulsing, my balls aching with need, the cuckold tension thick and unbearable as I waited for her next breathy confession.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... if the boys’ cocks were tempting you so much... maybe you can take them inside your pussy... have fun with them... let them stretch you... fill you... I am okay with it... I want you to enjoy yourself... if it makes you happy," I said casually, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes wide with surprise, her cheeks flushing deeper.
"Rajesh... I know you love me... you want me to have fun... enjoy myself... but I am loyal to you... I would never take any other cock inside my pussy... only yours... I am your wife... I can't... I won't... please don't say that... I only want your cock," she whispered innocently, her voice trembling with emotion and sincerity, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving over my hands.
Her innocent refusal, her loyal promise that only my cock belonged inside her pussy, made my cock throb even harder, but I kept going, thrusting slowly, deep.
I slowed my thrusts slightly, keeping my cock buried deep inside her pussy, my hands squeezing her boobs, my voice low and teasing.
"Sudha... and Giridhar Sir’s cock... how would that feel inside your pussy?" I asked casually, my voice rough with lust, my cock pulsing inside her, my balls aching with need.
My wife moaned softly, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her large dark eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed deeper.
"Rajesh... no... I would not take Giridhar Sir’s cock inside my pussy... I haven't even seen it... but I respect him... he is my teacher... and I am your wife... I would never cheat on you... never take any other cock... only yours... always yours," she whispered innocently, her voice trembling with sincerity and pleasure, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving over my hands.
Her words, her firm refusal, her innocent promise that she would never cheat, that only my cock belonged inside her pussy, made my cock throb even harder, but I kept going, thrusting slowly, deep.
"But tell me... when he hugs you... kisses you... grabs your ass cheeks... do you feel him getting tempted? Does he want more?" I asked, my voice low, my cock slamming deeper.
My wife moaned louder, her boobs bouncing, nipples hard, her voice shaky and innocent.
"Yes... when he hugs me... presses close... I feel his cock hardening against my stomach... when he kisses me... his tongue in my mouth... moaning... I can see he wants more... when he grabs my ass cheeks... squeezes hard... his hands shake... his breathing gets fast... I know he wants to make love to me... wants to take me... but I stop it... I don't let him... I am your wife... I only comfort him... I don't give more," she whispered naively, her voice trembling with guilt and pleasure, her pussy clenching harder around my cock, her thick juicy thighs squeezing my hips, her boobs heaving wildly.
Her innocent confession, her naive words about feeling Giridhar Sir’s cock harden against her, his desire to make love to her, his hands shaking on her ass cheeks, his moans during the kiss, pushed me over the edge. The filthy image of her noticing his temptation, knowing he wanted to fuck her, but stopping him, made my cock throb violently inside her soaked pussy.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum, her voice trembling with pleasure.
The moment “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 inside her pussy, the dark filthy thrill of her innocent confession, her naive awareness of Giridhar Sir’s desire to fuck her, making me hornier even after cumming deep inside her.
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