22-02-2026, 12:05 PM
Giridhar Sir leaned forward on the maroon leather sofa, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his eyes fixed on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse. He cleared his throat, voice low and urgent.
"Arjun... I have to go to the education board soon... urgent meeting... can you finish my portions first? I want to shoot my scenes with Sudha before I leave... it’s important," Giridhar Sir said, his tone serious, but his eyes dark with lust as he stared at my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks, his real intention clear — he wanted to enjoy my wife first, to have her alone in the scenes before anyone else.
Vikram spoke up next, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice quick.
"Arjun... I also have an important call... family matter... can we do my scenes first? I need to finish early," Vikram said, his eyes on my wife’s boobs pushing against the yellow blouse, his real motive obvious — he wanted to enjoy my wife first.
Suresh jumped in, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Arjun... I have a meeting too... urgent... can we shoot my portions now? I can’t stay long," Suresh said, his gaze locked on my wife’s yellow saree outlining her thighs and ass cheeks, his intention clear — to enjoy my wife first.
Karthik added, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Arjun... I have to leave soon... work emergency... please... my scenes first?" Karthik said, his eyes devouring my wife’s yellow saree hugging her boobs and hips, all of them desperate to have her first.
Arjun looked around, his cock throbbing in his trousers, hesitating, eyes flicking between Giridhar Sir and the boys, then to my wife’s yellow saree and yellow blouse.
Arjun stood up, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice firm and authoritative as he looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys.
"Everyone... listen... I am the director... I will take the decision... we will follow the schedule properly... no changes... Giridhar Sir’s portions first... then the rest," Arjun said, his tone decisive, his eyes on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, his real intention hidden — he wanted to enjoy my wife first too, but as director, he controlled the order.
He continued, pacing slowly, his cock throbbing harder.
"As the director... you all must behave properly with me... actors follow the director’s vision completely... trust every instruction... be punctual for calls... open to feedback on your performance... respectful during rehearsals... repeat lines until perfect... adjust your body positions as I say... hold poses for the camera... listen to my cues for emotions... tears... smiles... intimacy... no arguments... no ego... the director knows best... you give your body and soul to the role... to me... that's how films are made... how stars are born," Arjun explained, his voice low and commanding, his eyes flicking to my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks, the boys nodding, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, Giridhar Sir smiling slightly, his cock hard in his trousers.
I felt a sharp stab of jealousy, my heart pounding with rage, my fists clenching at my sides as I watched Arjun assert control, deciding who gets my wife first, his instructions sounding like commands to surrender her body to him, my mind screaming — she’s mine... he can’t order her like that... none of them can.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice soft.
Arjun looked at the Cameraman, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice firm.
"Cameraman sir... set up cameras and lighting in the kitchen... we are going to shoot all the kitchen scenes with Sudha and Giridhar Sir first... get everything ready," Arjun said, his eyes on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Yes Arjun... we will set up now... boys... come... help me in the kitchen... bring the equipment," the Cameraman said, standing up, gesturing to Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik.
Arjun joined them, his cock throbbing in his trousers, all of them following the Cameraman to the kitchen, their eyes flicking back to my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks as they left the living room.
In the kitchen, the Cameraman directed them. He placed a tripod in the center, mounting a DSLR camera with a wide-angle lens for full kitchen shots, adjusting the height to capture my wife’s boobs and hips at eye level. Vikram brought soft key lights on stands, positioning one at 45 degrees to the left of the stove for gentle face illumination, the light diffusing softly over my wife’s future positions. Suresh set up fill lights on the right side, lowering the stands to remove shadows from her thighs and ass cheeks under the yellow saree. Karthik placed back lights behind the counter, creating a romantic halo around her boobs and hair, the lights dimmed for warm mood. Arjun adjusted the boom mic on a pole above the stove, ensuring clear dialogue capture for intimate whispers. The Cameraman added a reflector board near the window to bounce natural light onto her face and boobs, enhancing her glow, then checked the ring light on a stand for soft eye catchlights, making her large dark eyes sparkle on camera. They tested the dolly track along the counter for smooth tracking shots around her hips and ass cheeks as she moved, the setup complete, lights warm and romantic, cameras ready for the kitchen scenes with my wife and Giridhar Sir.
Meanwhile, Giridhar Sir looked at my wife in the living room, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice open and excited.
"Sudha... I am so excited to romance you in front of the camera... to hold you... to feel you... it will be beautiful," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on her boobs over the yellow blouse, his breathing heavier.
My wife blushed, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes shy.
"Sir... it is not real romance... just acting... for the film... nothing more," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the maroon leather sofa.
Giridhar Sir smiled at my wife, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes... Sudha... just acting... but it will feel real... I will make it special for you," he said softly, then stood up, heading to the kitchen.
I sat next to my wife on the maroon leather sofa, my arm around her waist over her yellow saree, my heart pounding with possessive fury, jealousy burning in my chest as I watched Giridhar Sir walk away, his cock throbbing, his mind on my wife, my mind raging — he wants her... they all do... but she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... I won’t let them take her from me... not today... not ever. My balls ached with angry lust as I held her close, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.
I turned to my wife on the maroon leather sofa, my arm still around her waist over her yellow saree, my voice low and trembling with raw emotion, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, jealousy clawing at my throat.
"Sudha... I... I can’t do this... I am not comfortable... them romancing you... Giridhar Sir... Arjun... the boys... touching you... holding you... on camera... it is tearing me apart... you are my wife... only mine... I don’t want them near you... not like that... not ever... I am scared... I feel like I am losing you... please... tell me we can stop... tell me you won’t go in there," I said, my voice cracking, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, my fingers gripping her yellow saree tighter, my chest tight with fear and possessive rage.
My wife turned to me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her hand gently covering mine over her waist, her voice soft and full of love.
"Rajesh... my love... listen to me... it is just acting... nothing real... nothing at all... I love you... only you... my heart belongs to you... my body belongs to you... no one else... never... you are my husband... my world... my everything... please don’t be scared... don’t feel like you are losing me... I am yours... always yours... I will come back to you... every time... I promise," she said, her voice emotional, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the sofa as she leaned closer to me.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning, my voice breaking.
"Sudha... I know you say that... but seeing them look at you... want you... their cocks hard... their hands ready... it hurts... I feel sick... I don’t want to share you... not even for acting... not even for a film... you are mine... only mine," I said, my eyes stinging, my grip on her yellow saree trembling, my heart twisting with jealousy.
My wife cupped my face gently, her large dark eyes shining with tears and love, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse.
"Rajesh... my Rajesh... I am doing this for us... for our future... only if I act in this short film... I will get my degree... complete my education... make you proud... make our sons proud... make our family proud... it is for you... for them... for everything we dreamed... please trust me... I will act... but my love... my soul... my body... it is only yours... forever... don’t worry... I will never let anyone take me from you... I love you more than life... please... believe me," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she pressed closer to me.
I nodded slowly, my heart still aching, jealousy and fear choking me, but her words piercing through the rage, soothing the raw edges just enough to breathe, my cock hard with conflicted lust and anger.
That’s when the Cameraman called my wife from the kitchen doorway, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Sudha... come... we are ready... kitchen scenes first... with Giridhar Sir," he said, his voice warm.
My wife looked at me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes soft and teary.
"Rajesh... I have to go... I love you... I will be back... trust me," she said softly, standing up, her yellow saree rustling, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she walked toward the kitchen.
I watched her go, my heart pounding with possessive fury, jealousy burning in my chest, my mind raging — she’s going to him... to them... but she says she loves only me... she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... I won’t let them take her from me. My balls ached with angry lust as she disappeared into the kitchen, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.
The Cameraman and Arjun were discussing in low voices near the kitchen doorway, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, eyes occasionally flicking to my wife as she stood inside the kitchen with Giridhar Sir and the boys, her yellow saree rustling softly with her movements.
My wife looked at me from the kitchen, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes soft and full of love. She walked out of the kitchen toward the living room, her yellow saree swaying sensually over her boobs and hips, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the saree, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each step. She came to me on the maroon leather sofa, handing me her phone.
"Rajesh... keep this... I don’t want to take it inside," she said softly, her voice gentle, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse as she stood close.
I took the phone, my hand shaking slightly, my heart pounding. I pulled her closer, my voice low and trembling with raw emotion, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"Sudha... I... I am not comfortable... letting you act in such bold scenes... with them... Giridhar Sir... Arjun... the boys... romancing you... touching you... holding you... I can’t... it is killing me inside... you are my wife... only mine... I don’t want them to have you... not even for acting... not even for a film... please... let’s go home... forget this... I can’t bear to see you with them... I feel like I am losing you... please... say we can leave... say you won’t go back in there," I said, my throat tight, my voice cracking, my fingers gripping her yellow saree over her hips, my chest aching with fear and possessive love.
My wife looked at me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her hand gently covering mine over her waist, her voice soft and full of loyalty.
"Rajesh... my love... if you are not comfortable... I won’t do it... I don’t want to hurt you... I love you... only you... my heart is yours... my body is yours... no one else... ever... you are my husband... my everything... if it makes you feel this way... we will go home... I will not act... I will find another way... I don’t want you to suffer... I am listening to you... I am yours... always," she said, her voice emotional, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she pressed closer to me, her large dark eyes shining with pure love and devotion.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning, my voice breaking with relief and lingering fear.
"Sudha... thank you... thank you... I can’t lose you... I can’t let them touch you... you are my life... my only love... let’s leave... right now... before they come back... I need you... only with me... please," I said, my eyes stinging, my grip on her yellow saree tightening, my heart aching with possessive need and gratitude.
My wife nodded slowly, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes locked on mine, full of loyalty and love.
"Yes Rajesh... let’s go home... I am with you... only you... I love you... I will never hurt you... we will find another way... together," she whispered, her voice soft and certain, her thick juicy thighs pressing against me as she leaned in, her plump ass cheeks shifting under the yellow saree, her hand squeezing mine gently.
I felt a rush of relief mixed with fear, my heart still pounding, my cock hard with conflicted lust and anger as I held her close, ready to leave with her, to protect her, to keep her mine in the luxurious living room.
Giridhar Sir came out of the kitchen to the living room to charge his phone, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face already flushed with lust as he plugged the charger into the wall socket, his eyes immediately locking on my wife sitting next to me on the maroon leather sofa.
I felt a surge of rage and fear, my heart pounding violently. I stood up quickly, my white dhoti rustling, my fists clenching at my sides, and walked straight to him, stopping inches away, my voice trembling but loud with emotion.
"Sir... we are not comfortable... with my wife romancing... acting in bold scenes... we want to stop... we are leaving," I said, my chest tight, my eyes burning with jealousy and anger, my body tense as I stood facing him.
My wife stood up too, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her yellow saree rustling as she moved closer to me, her large dark eyes teary.
"Yes sir... we are not comfortable... we don’t want to do it... we are going home," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood beside me.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with rage, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers as he turned to face me fully, towering over me, his voice exploding into a loud yell.
"You dare stand in front of me and say no? You think you can decide for her? I am going to enjoy your wife... I am already horny... I will have her... you can’t stop me! If you try to take her away... if you interfere... I will call the principal right now... cancel her degree... I have contacts in the education board... I will blacklist her... make sure she will never ever in this life have a degree in hand! Her dream... ruined! Forever! You will regret this!" Giridhar Sir shouted at me, his voice booming, his face red with fury, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his body blocking my path, his eyes wild and threatening, scaring me into frozen silence as I stood there, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Then he turned to my wife, his voice still loud but more menacing, leaning in close to her, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"And you... Sudha... you think you can refuse? You... you will do everything... or I ruin you! I will call the board... the principal... destroy your future... your degree... gone! You will have nothing... no dream... no life! Obey me... or lose everything!" Giridhar Sir yelled at her, his eyes cold, his control absolute, his body towering over her, scaring her into tears.
My wife’s eyes widened in terror, her boobs heaving rapidly over the yellow blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously as she stood close to me.
"Sir... please... don’t shout... don’t do that... it is my dream... my degree... please... don’t ruin it... I am scared... please," she begged, her voice breaking, her large dark eyes filled with fear, her body shrinking back against me.
I felt my heart drop, fear gripping me like ice, my voice shaking as I stood facing him.
"Sir... please... don’t... it was my promise to her... I will let her complete her degree... please don’t ruin her dream... I beg you... don’t call... we are scared... please," I begged, my voice trembling, my hands shaking, my heart pounding with terror.
Giridhar Sir smiled coldly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, stepping even closer to us, his voice commanding.
"Shut up... both of you... just stand there... and stay quiet... you can’t stop me... you can’t leave... stay quiet... or I make the call... now!" Giridhar Sir yelled, his tone final, his eyes controlling us completely, his cock throbbing with power, his body blocking us, cornering us in the living room.
The boys heard the shouting and came from the kitchen, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, surrounding us in a tight circle, their faces angry and horny, their breathing heavy, their hands clenching, their bodies blocking the doorway and every exit, towering over us, their eyes on my wife’s boobs and yellow saree, their cocks hard and ready, cornering us so we couldn’t leave, their presence menacing, their lust palpable, making sure my wife couldn’t escape without them fucking her.
My wife and I were cornered, standing in the middle of the living room, fear gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filled with terror, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room. If my wife refused to act, Giridhar Sir would call the board and the principal and ruin her dream.
My wife’s eyes widened in terror, her boobs heaving rapidly over the yellow blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stepped forward toward Giridhar Sir, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously.
"Sir... please... let me go home... don’t call the principal... don’t ruin my life... my degree... my dream... I beg you... please... don’t do this... I am scared... please," she begged, her voice breaking, her large dark eyes filled with fear, her hands clasped together in front of her boobs over the yellow blouse, her body shaking as she pleaded.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with rage, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers. He raised his right hand and slapped my wife hard across her left cheek, the sharp sound echoing in the living room, her head jerking to the side, her boobs jiggling over the yellow blouse from the impact, tears flying from her eyes.
"You dare say no to me... I destroy you!" Giridhar Sir yelled, slapping her again on the right cheek, harder, her boobs heaving violently over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs buckling slightly under the yellow saree.
My wife ran across the living room, her yellow saree rustling loudly, her boobs bouncing over the yellow blouse with each desperate step, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow saree, tears streaming down her face, her large dark eyes wide with terror.
Giridhar Sir chased her, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hand reaching out and grabbing her yellow saree pallu over her left shoulder, his fingers clutching the pallu tightly. He tugged the yellow saree pallu sharply, pulling it free from her left shoulder, the yellow saree pallu sliding off her boobs and white bra, falling down her arm. He yanked the yellow saree pallu harder, the yellow saree pleats loosening at her waist, the yellow saree unwrapping slowly from her hips, the yellow saree gliding over her plump ass cheeks, the yellow saree sliding down her thick juicy thighs, the yellow saree pooling at her ankles, leaving her in her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her white bra visible under the thin blouse, her navel deep and inviting exposed above the yellow petticoat waistband, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs glistening, her body stunningly sexy and vulnerable, her boobs full and round pushing against the yellow blouse, her navel a perfect deep hollow begging to be kissed, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks plump and jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, every curve glowing and irresistible.
My wife sobbed loudly, kicking the yellow saree away from her ankles, running in her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, her boobs bouncing wildly over the yellow blouse, her navel deep and exposed, her ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her plump ass cheeks shifting with each step, her body a vision of erotic perfection, her boobs heaving, her hips swaying, her thighs rubbing together, tears streaming as she ran.
The boys chased her, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, angry and horny, their hands reaching out to grab her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, their eyes wild with lust.
I ran behind them, my heart pounding with terror, my voice shouting.
"Stop! Leave her alone! She is my wife! Don’t touch her!" I yelled, my cock hard with helpless rage as I tried to push past them to save her.
My wife ran in circles around the living room, her yellow blouse clinging to her boobs, her navel deep and exposed, her yellow petticoat hugging her ass cheeks and thighs, her boobs bouncing, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, tears streaming, until the moment the Cameraman came out of the kitchen.
She ran toward him, her yellow blouse rustling, her boobs heaving over the blouse, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him hard, pressing her boobs against his chest over her yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs pressing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks clenching under the yellow petticoat as she clung to him, sobbing like a frightened child.
"Daddy... save me... please... they are scaring me... Giridhar Sir slapped me... said he will call the principal... cancel my degree... ruin my life... I don’t want to... I am scared... please... daddy... help me... don’t let them hurt me... I am a good girl... I just want to go home... with Rajesh... please... daddy... save your baby," she sobbed, her voice innocent and childish, tears soaking his shirt, her boobs crushing against him over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her navel exposed and deep, her hips flaring against him, her words soft and pleading like a little girl lost.
The Cameraman hugged my wife back, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist over her yellow petticoat, his hands sliding down to grip her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted slightly, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her boobs pressing against his chest over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks soft and full in his hands, his fingers digging into the curves through the yellow petticoat, savoring her warmth, her curves, her fear, his face showing pure pervert lust and control as he held her close, his cock pulsing against her belly, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he inhaled her scent, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his body trembling with horny excitement.
"My baby... shhh... daddy is here... no one will hurt you... tell daddy everything... daddy will protect you... my sweet little girl... daddy loves you... stay close... let daddy hold you," he said softly, his voice soothing but thick with pervert lust, his cock throbbing harder, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks more firmly over the yellow petticoat, his eyes half-closed, lips parted in pleasure, his breathing heavy as he felt every curve of her body against him, his face showing complete control and extreme horny desire as he held her close.
My wife sobbed harder, her boobs heaving against him over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her voice innocent and childish.
"Daddy... I told Rajesh I won’t act... he is not comfortable... then Giridhar Sir got angry... slapped me... said he will call the principal... cancel my degree... ruin my life... blacklist me... I can’t... I am scared... I just want to go home... with Rajesh... please... daddy... save me... I am a good girl... I don’t want to... please," she cried, her voice breaking, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands over the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter against him, her boobs crushing harder against his chest over the yellow blouse, tears soaking his shirt.
The Cameraman held her tighter, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks more firmly over the yellow petticoat, his eyes half-closed, lips parted in pleasure, his breathing heavy and ragged as he felt every curve of her body against him, his face showing complete pervert control and extreme horny lust as he held her close.
"My baby... daddy is here... no one will hurt you... daddy will take care... just stay with daddy... trust daddy... daddy loves his little girl... shhh... daddy has you," he said softly, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his face half-closed eyes in ecstasy, his lips brushing her hair as she cried against him, his body trembling with pervert desire.
I stood there, my heart pounding with helpless rage, jealousy and fear choking me, watching the Cameraman hug my wife, his hands on her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing against her, my wife clinging to him crying like a child, my balls aching with furious lust as they cornered us, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.
"Arjun... I have to go to the education board soon... urgent meeting... can you finish my portions first? I want to shoot my scenes with Sudha before I leave... it’s important," Giridhar Sir said, his tone serious, but his eyes dark with lust as he stared at my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks, his real intention clear — he wanted to enjoy my wife first, to have her alone in the scenes before anyone else.
Vikram spoke up next, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice quick.
"Arjun... I also have an important call... family matter... can we do my scenes first? I need to finish early," Vikram said, his eyes on my wife’s boobs pushing against the yellow blouse, his real motive obvious — he wanted to enjoy my wife first.
Suresh jumped in, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Arjun... I have a meeting too... urgent... can we shoot my portions now? I can’t stay long," Suresh said, his gaze locked on my wife’s yellow saree outlining her thighs and ass cheeks, his intention clear — to enjoy my wife first.
Karthik added, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"Arjun... I have to leave soon... work emergency... please... my scenes first?" Karthik said, his eyes devouring my wife’s yellow saree hugging her boobs and hips, all of them desperate to have her first.
Arjun looked around, his cock throbbing in his trousers, hesitating, eyes flicking between Giridhar Sir and the boys, then to my wife’s yellow saree and yellow blouse.
Arjun stood up, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice firm and authoritative as he looked at Giridhar Sir and the boys.
"Everyone... listen... I am the director... I will take the decision... we will follow the schedule properly... no changes... Giridhar Sir’s portions first... then the rest," Arjun said, his tone decisive, his eyes on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, his real intention hidden — he wanted to enjoy my wife first too, but as director, he controlled the order.
He continued, pacing slowly, his cock throbbing harder.
"As the director... you all must behave properly with me... actors follow the director’s vision completely... trust every instruction... be punctual for calls... open to feedback on your performance... respectful during rehearsals... repeat lines until perfect... adjust your body positions as I say... hold poses for the camera... listen to my cues for emotions... tears... smiles... intimacy... no arguments... no ego... the director knows best... you give your body and soul to the role... to me... that's how films are made... how stars are born," Arjun explained, his voice low and commanding, his eyes flicking to my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks, the boys nodding, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, Giridhar Sir smiling slightly, his cock hard in his trousers.
I felt a sharp stab of jealousy, my heart pounding with rage, my fists clenching at my sides as I watched Arjun assert control, deciding who gets my wife first, his instructions sounding like commands to surrender her body to him, my mind screaming — she’s mine... he can’t order her like that... none of them can.
The Cameraman smiled, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
Giridhar Sir looked at my wife, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his voice soft.
Arjun looked at the Cameraman, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice firm.
"Cameraman sir... set up cameras and lighting in the kitchen... we are going to shoot all the kitchen scenes with Sudha and Giridhar Sir first... get everything ready," Arjun said, his eyes on my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse.
The Cameraman nodded, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Yes Arjun... we will set up now... boys... come... help me in the kitchen... bring the equipment," the Cameraman said, standing up, gesturing to Vikram, Suresh, and Karthik.
Arjun joined them, his cock throbbing in his trousers, all of them following the Cameraman to the kitchen, their eyes flicking back to my wife’s yellow saree hugging her hips and ass cheeks as they left the living room.
In the kitchen, the Cameraman directed them. He placed a tripod in the center, mounting a DSLR camera with a wide-angle lens for full kitchen shots, adjusting the height to capture my wife’s boobs and hips at eye level. Vikram brought soft key lights on stands, positioning one at 45 degrees to the left of the stove for gentle face illumination, the light diffusing softly over my wife’s future positions. Suresh set up fill lights on the right side, lowering the stands to remove shadows from her thighs and ass cheeks under the yellow saree. Karthik placed back lights behind the counter, creating a romantic halo around her boobs and hair, the lights dimmed for warm mood. Arjun adjusted the boom mic on a pole above the stove, ensuring clear dialogue capture for intimate whispers. The Cameraman added a reflector board near the window to bounce natural light onto her face and boobs, enhancing her glow, then checked the ring light on a stand for soft eye catchlights, making her large dark eyes sparkle on camera. They tested the dolly track along the counter for smooth tracking shots around her hips and ass cheeks as she moved, the setup complete, lights warm and romantic, cameras ready for the kitchen scenes with my wife and Giridhar Sir.
Meanwhile, Giridhar Sir looked at my wife in the living room, his cock throbbing in his trousers, voice open and excited.
"Sudha... I am so excited to romance you in front of the camera... to hold you... to feel you... it will be beautiful," Giridhar Sir said, his eyes on her boobs over the yellow blouse, his breathing heavier.
My wife blushed, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes shy.
"Sir... it is not real romance... just acting... for the film... nothing more," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the maroon leather sofa.
Giridhar Sir smiled at my wife, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers, his eyes dark with lust.
"Yes... Sudha... just acting... but it will feel real... I will make it special for you," he said softly, then stood up, heading to the kitchen.
I sat next to my wife on the maroon leather sofa, my arm around her waist over her yellow saree, my heart pounding with possessive fury, jealousy burning in my chest as I watched Giridhar Sir walk away, his cock throbbing, his mind on my wife, my mind raging — he wants her... they all do... but she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... I won’t let them take her from me... not today... not ever. My balls ached with angry lust as I held her close, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.
I turned to my wife on the maroon leather sofa, my arm still around her waist over her yellow saree, my voice low and trembling with raw emotion, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, jealousy clawing at my throat.
"Sudha... I... I can’t do this... I am not comfortable... them romancing you... Giridhar Sir... Arjun... the boys... touching you... holding you... on camera... it is tearing me apart... you are my wife... only mine... I don’t want them near you... not like that... not ever... I am scared... I feel like I am losing you... please... tell me we can stop... tell me you won’t go in there," I said, my voice cracking, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, my fingers gripping her yellow saree tighter, my chest tight with fear and possessive rage.
My wife turned to me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her hand gently covering mine over her waist, her voice soft and full of love.
"Rajesh... my love... listen to me... it is just acting... nothing real... nothing at all... I love you... only you... my heart belongs to you... my body belongs to you... no one else... never... you are my husband... my world... my everything... please don’t be scared... don’t feel like you are losing me... I am yours... always yours... I will come back to you... every time... I promise," she said, her voice emotional, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks pressing into the sofa as she leaned closer to me.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning, my voice breaking.
"Sudha... I know you say that... but seeing them look at you... want you... their cocks hard... their hands ready... it hurts... I feel sick... I don’t want to share you... not even for acting... not even for a film... you are mine... only mine," I said, my eyes stinging, my grip on her yellow saree trembling, my heart twisting with jealousy.
My wife cupped my face gently, her large dark eyes shining with tears and love, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse.
"Rajesh... my Rajesh... I am doing this for us... for our future... only if I act in this short film... I will get my degree... complete my education... make you proud... make our sons proud... make our family proud... it is for you... for them... for everything we dreamed... please trust me... I will act... but my love... my soul... my body... it is only yours... forever... don’t worry... I will never let anyone take me from you... I love you more than life... please... believe me," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she pressed closer to me.
I nodded slowly, my heart still aching, jealousy and fear choking me, but her words piercing through the rage, soothing the raw edges just enough to breathe, my cock hard with conflicted lust and anger.
That’s when the Cameraman called my wife from the kitchen doorway, his cock throbbing in his black pants.
"Sudha... come... we are ready... kitchen scenes first... with Giridhar Sir," he said, his voice warm.
My wife looked at me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes soft and teary.
"Rajesh... I have to go... I love you... I will be back... trust me," she said softly, standing up, her yellow saree rustling, her thick juicy thighs shifting as she walked toward the kitchen.
I watched her go, my heart pounding with possessive fury, jealousy burning in my chest, my mind raging — she’s going to him... to them... but she says she loves only me... she’s mine... she’s fucking mine... I won’t let them take her from me. My balls ached with angry lust as she disappeared into the kitchen, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.
The Cameraman and Arjun were discussing in low voices near the kitchen doorway, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, eyes occasionally flicking to my wife as she stood inside the kitchen with Giridhar Sir and the boys, her yellow saree rustling softly with her movements.
My wife looked at me from the kitchen, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes soft and full of love. She walked out of the kitchen toward the living room, her yellow saree swaying sensually over her boobs and hips, her thick juicy thighs shifting under the saree, her plump ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each step. She came to me on the maroon leather sofa, handing me her phone.
"Rajesh... keep this... I don’t want to take it inside," she said softly, her voice gentle, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse as she stood close.
I took the phone, my hand shaking slightly, my heart pounding. I pulled her closer, my voice low and trembling with raw emotion, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.
"Sudha... I... I am not comfortable... letting you act in such bold scenes... with them... Giridhar Sir... Arjun... the boys... romancing you... touching you... holding you... I can’t... it is killing me inside... you are my wife... only mine... I don’t want them to have you... not even for acting... not even for a film... please... let’s go home... forget this... I can’t bear to see you with them... I feel like I am losing you... please... say we can leave... say you won’t go back in there," I said, my throat tight, my voice cracking, my fingers gripping her yellow saree over her hips, my chest aching with fear and possessive love.
My wife looked at me, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filling with tears, her hand gently covering mine over her waist, her voice soft and full of loyalty.
"Rajesh... my love... if you are not comfortable... I won’t do it... I don’t want to hurt you... I love you... only you... my heart is yours... my body is yours... no one else... ever... you are my husband... my everything... if it makes you feel this way... we will go home... I will not act... I will find another way... I don’t want you to suffer... I am listening to you... I am yours... always," she said, her voice emotional, tears slipping down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she pressed closer to me, her large dark eyes shining with pure love and devotion.
I swallowed hard, my throat burning, my voice breaking with relief and lingering fear.
"Sudha... thank you... thank you... I can’t lose you... I can’t let them touch you... you are my life... my only love... let’s leave... right now... before they come back... I need you... only with me... please," I said, my eyes stinging, my grip on her yellow saree tightening, my heart aching with possessive need and gratitude.
My wife nodded slowly, her boobs rising and falling over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes locked on mine, full of loyalty and love.
"Yes Rajesh... let’s go home... I am with you... only you... I love you... I will never hurt you... we will find another way... together," she whispered, her voice soft and certain, her thick juicy thighs pressing against me as she leaned in, her plump ass cheeks shifting under the yellow saree, her hand squeezing mine gently.
I felt a rush of relief mixed with fear, my heart still pounding, my cock hard with conflicted lust and anger as I held her close, ready to leave with her, to protect her, to keep her mine in the luxurious living room.
Giridhar Sir came out of the kitchen to the living room to charge his phone, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his face already flushed with lust as he plugged the charger into the wall socket, his eyes immediately locking on my wife sitting next to me on the maroon leather sofa.
I felt a surge of rage and fear, my heart pounding violently. I stood up quickly, my white dhoti rustling, my fists clenching at my sides, and walked straight to him, stopping inches away, my voice trembling but loud with emotion.
"Sir... we are not comfortable... with my wife romancing... acting in bold scenes... we want to stop... we are leaving," I said, my chest tight, my eyes burning with jealousy and anger, my body tense as I stood facing him.
My wife stood up too, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her yellow saree rustling as she moved closer to me, her large dark eyes teary.
"Yes sir... we are not comfortable... we don’t want to do it... we are going home," she said softly, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she stood beside me.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with rage, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers as he turned to face me fully, towering over me, his voice exploding into a loud yell.
"You dare stand in front of me and say no? You think you can decide for her? I am going to enjoy your wife... I am already horny... I will have her... you can’t stop me! If you try to take her away... if you interfere... I will call the principal right now... cancel her degree... I have contacts in the education board... I will blacklist her... make sure she will never ever in this life have a degree in hand! Her dream... ruined! Forever! You will regret this!" Giridhar Sir shouted at me, his voice booming, his face red with fury, his cock throbbing visibly in his trousers, his body blocking my path, his eyes wild and threatening, scaring me into frozen silence as I stood there, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Then he turned to my wife, his voice still loud but more menacing, leaning in close to her, his cock throbbing in his trousers.
"And you... Sudha... you think you can refuse? You... you will do everything... or I ruin you! I will call the board... the principal... destroy your future... your degree... gone! You will have nothing... no dream... no life! Obey me... or lose everything!" Giridhar Sir yelled at her, his eyes cold, his control absolute, his body towering over her, scaring her into tears.
My wife’s eyes widened in terror, her boobs heaving rapidly over the yellow blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously as she stood close to me.
"Sir... please... don’t shout... don’t do that... it is my dream... my degree... please... don’t ruin it... I am scared... please," she begged, her voice breaking, her large dark eyes filled with fear, her body shrinking back against me.
I felt my heart drop, fear gripping me like ice, my voice shaking as I stood facing him.
"Sir... please... don’t... it was my promise to her... I will let her complete her degree... please don’t ruin her dream... I beg you... don’t call... we are scared... please," I begged, my voice trembling, my hands shaking, my heart pounding with terror.
Giridhar Sir smiled coldly, his cock throbbing in his trousers, stepping even closer to us, his voice commanding.
"Shut up... both of you... just stand there... and stay quiet... you can’t stop me... you can’t leave... stay quiet... or I make the call... now!" Giridhar Sir yelled, his tone final, his eyes controlling us completely, his cock throbbing with power, his body blocking us, cornering us in the living room.
The boys heard the shouting and came from the kitchen, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, surrounding us in a tight circle, their faces angry and horny, their breathing heavy, their hands clenching, their bodies blocking the doorway and every exit, towering over us, their eyes on my wife’s boobs and yellow saree, their cocks hard and ready, cornering us so we couldn’t leave, their presence menacing, their lust palpable, making sure my wife couldn’t escape without them fucking her.
My wife and I were cornered, standing in the middle of the living room, fear gripping us, my wife’s boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her large dark eyes filled with terror, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, my heart pounding with helpless rage, my balls aching with angry fear as they controlled us, controlled her, in the luxurious living room. If my wife refused to act, Giridhar Sir would call the board and the principal and ruin her dream.
My wife’s eyes widened in terror, her boobs heaving rapidly over the yellow blouse, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stepped forward toward Giridhar Sir, her thick juicy thighs trembling under the yellow saree, her plump ass cheeks shifting nervously.
"Sir... please... let me go home... don’t call the principal... don’t ruin my life... my degree... my dream... I beg you... please... don’t do this... I am scared... please," she begged, her voice breaking, her large dark eyes filled with fear, her hands clasped together in front of her boobs over the yellow blouse, her body shaking as she pleaded.
Giridhar Sir’s face twisted with rage, his cock throbbing harder in his trousers. He raised his right hand and slapped my wife hard across her left cheek, the sharp sound echoing in the living room, her head jerking to the side, her boobs jiggling over the yellow blouse from the impact, tears flying from her eyes.
"You dare say no to me... I destroy you!" Giridhar Sir yelled, slapping her again on the right cheek, harder, her boobs heaving violently over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs buckling slightly under the yellow saree.
My wife ran across the living room, her yellow saree rustling loudly, her boobs bouncing over the yellow blouse with each desperate step, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her plump ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow saree, tears streaming down her face, her large dark eyes wide with terror.
Giridhar Sir chased her, his cock throbbing in his trousers, his hand reaching out and grabbing her yellow saree pallu over her left shoulder, his fingers clutching the pallu tightly. He tugged the yellow saree pallu sharply, pulling it free from her left shoulder, the yellow saree pallu sliding off her boobs and white bra, falling down her arm. He yanked the yellow saree pallu harder, the yellow saree pleats loosening at her waist, the yellow saree unwrapping slowly from her hips, the yellow saree gliding over her plump ass cheeks, the yellow saree sliding down her thick juicy thighs, the yellow saree pooling at her ankles, leaving her in her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, her boobs heaving over the yellow blouse, her white bra visible under the thin blouse, her navel deep and inviting exposed above the yellow petticoat waistband, her pussy mound outlined softly through the maroon panties and yellow petticoat, her ass cheeks round and full under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs glistening, her body stunningly sexy and vulnerable, her boobs full and round pushing against the yellow blouse, her navel a perfect deep hollow begging to be kissed, her hips flaring wide, her ass cheeks plump and jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, every curve glowing and irresistible.
My wife sobbed loudly, kicking the yellow saree away from her ankles, running in her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, her boobs bouncing wildly over the yellow blouse, her navel deep and exposed, her ass cheeks jiggling under the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs pumping, her plump ass cheeks shifting with each step, her body a vision of erotic perfection, her boobs heaving, her hips swaying, her thighs rubbing together, tears streaming as she ran.
The boys chased her, their cocks throbbing in their trousers, angry and horny, their hands reaching out to grab her yellow blouse and yellow petticoat, their breathing heavy, their eyes wild with lust.
I ran behind them, my heart pounding with terror, my voice shouting.
"Stop! Leave her alone! She is my wife! Don’t touch her!" I yelled, my cock hard with helpless rage as I tried to push past them to save her.
My wife ran in circles around the living room, her yellow blouse clinging to her boobs, her navel deep and exposed, her yellow petticoat hugging her ass cheeks and thighs, her boobs bouncing, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks jiggling, her thighs thick and juicy, tears streaming, until the moment the Cameraman came out of the kitchen.
She ran toward him, her yellow blouse rustling, her boobs heaving over the blouse, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hugging him hard, pressing her boobs against his chest over her yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs pressing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks clenching under the yellow petticoat as she clung to him, sobbing like a frightened child.
"Daddy... save me... please... they are scaring me... Giridhar Sir slapped me... said he will call the principal... cancel my degree... ruin my life... I don’t want to... I am scared... please... daddy... help me... don’t let them hurt me... I am a good girl... I just want to go home... with Rajesh... please... daddy... save your baby," she sobbed, her voice innocent and childish, tears soaking his shirt, her boobs crushing against him over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her plump ass cheeks shifting as she hugged him tighter, her navel exposed and deep, her hips flaring against him, her words soft and pleading like a little girl lost.
The Cameraman hugged my wife back, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist over her yellow petticoat, his hands sliding down to grip her plump ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, squeezing gently, his cock throbbing hard in his black pants against her belly, his face half-closed eyes in extreme pleasure, lips parted slightly, breathing heavy and ragged as he felt her boobs pressing against his chest over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs rubbing against his legs, her plump ass cheeks soft and full in his hands, his fingers digging into the curves through the yellow petticoat, savoring her warmth, her curves, her fear, his face showing pure pervert lust and control as he held her close, his cock pulsing against her belly, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he inhaled her scent, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his body trembling with horny excitement.
"My baby... shhh... daddy is here... no one will hurt you... tell daddy everything... daddy will protect you... my sweet little girl... daddy loves you... stay close... let daddy hold you," he said softly, his voice soothing but thick with pervert lust, his cock throbbing harder, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks more firmly over the yellow petticoat, his eyes half-closed, lips parted in pleasure, his breathing heavy as he felt every curve of her body against him, his face showing complete control and extreme horny desire as he held her close.
My wife sobbed harder, her boobs heaving against him over the yellow blouse, her thick juicy thighs trembling against his legs, her voice innocent and childish.
"Daddy... I told Rajesh I won’t act... he is not comfortable... then Giridhar Sir got angry... slapped me... said he will call the principal... cancel my degree... ruin my life... blacklist me... I can’t... I am scared... I just want to go home... with Rajesh... please... daddy... save me... I am a good girl... I don’t want to... please," she cried, her voice breaking, her plump ass cheeks clenching under his hands over the yellow petticoat, her thick juicy thighs pressing tighter against him, her boobs crushing harder against his chest over the yellow blouse, tears soaking his shirt.
The Cameraman held her tighter, his cock throbbing in his black pants, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks more firmly over the yellow petticoat, his eyes half-closed, lips parted in pleasure, his breathing heavy and ragged as he felt every curve of her body against him, his face showing complete pervert control and extreme horny lust as he held her close.
"My baby... daddy is here... no one will hurt you... daddy will take care... just stay with daddy... trust daddy... daddy loves his little girl... shhh... daddy has you," he said softly, his cock pulsing against her belly, his hands kneading her ass cheeks slowly, his face half-closed eyes in ecstasy, his lips brushing her hair as she cried against him, his body trembling with pervert desire.
I stood there, my heart pounding with helpless rage, jealousy and fear choking me, watching the Cameraman hug my wife, his hands on her ass cheeks over the yellow petticoat, his cock throbbing against her, my wife clinging to him crying like a child, my balls aching with furious lust as they cornered us, heart pounding in the luxurious living room.
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