19-04-2026, 11:53 AM
That night, after we returned home, my wife and I lay in bed. She was wearing her white nighty. She turned towards me and began speaking emotionally, her voice full of sisterly affection.
"Rajesh, Naresh really looks so much like my younger brother Ramu. Same age, same innocent face, same gentle smile. The moment I saw him, I felt like he is my own little brother. I felt so happy when he hugged me. It reminded me of the way Ramu hugs me." my wife said softly, her eyes shining with pure sisterly love.
She continued talking innocently, but her words carried an unintended sensual weight.
"When he pulled me into the hug and made my arms go around his neck, I felt like I wanted to hug him more tightly. My arms wrapped around his neck felt so natural. I wanted to hold him longer, press my body closer to him, feel his chest against my boobs like a real younger brother. It felt so warm and comforting." my wife said, describing the hug with innocent emotional feeling, completely unaware of how her words were affecting me.
As she spoke, I felt a strong mix of jealousy and horniness burning inside me. I did not tell her anything. Instead, I silently lifted her white nighty above her waist, exposing her clean shaved pussy. I looked at her smooth pussy lips and gently played with her inner thighs, scratching them lightly with my nails, moving my fingers closer to her pussy but not touching it yet.
My wife kept talking softly.
"I felt so happy hugging him, Rajesh. My arms around his neck made me feel like I was hugging Ramu again. It was such a nice, safe feeling."
I nodded and casually said,
"Everyone at the airport was watching that hug. All the men there were getting horny seeing how tightly he hugged you and how your arms were wrapped around his neck."
My wife smiled innocently and replied,
"I did not mind at all, Rajesh. Naresh is like my younger brother. If he wants to hug me like Ramu does, I have no problem. He is family now."
Her words made me even hornier. I could not control myself anymore. I positioned myself between her thick juicy thighs, rubbed my cock against her pussy lips, and slowly inserted my cock deep inside her clean shaved pussy. I began making love to her with slow, deep thrusts while she continued speaking.
"It is okay, Sudha. Feel free to hug him as much as you want. He is like your brother, so you can wrap your arms around his neck, press your body against him, and hug him tightly. You can even kiss his lips if you feel like it. After all, he is like your younger brother now." I told her, my voice thick with arousal as I thrust deeper into her pussy.
"Thank you for understanding, Rajesh. I feel so good that you are okay with me treating Naresh like my brother. I can hug him freely whenever he wants." my wife said gratefully, her pussy clenching around my cock.
Her innocent words made me extremely horny. I started thrusting harder.
"No Rajesh, my lips are only for you. I will never kiss anyone else on the lips. But hugging him felt so good. When my arms were wrapped around his neck and he pulled me close, I felt so safe and loved, just like with Ramu." my wife said firmly.
As she spoke those words, my mind replayed the erotic scene at the airport in vivid detail: Naresh pulling my wife into a tight hug, making her wrap her arms around his neck, her massive heavy boobs crushing fully against his chest, his hands sliding down her back and resting just above her plump round ass cheeks, feeling the panty line over her ass cheeks over the saree, and pressing his body firmly against her so that her deep navel touched him. The way her boobs were squeezed and how her body melted into the hug made my cock throb even harder inside her pussy.
The combination of jealousy and intense arousal became overwhelming. I started fucking her pussy faster and deeper, imagining Naresh enjoying my wife’s body in that hug. My wife moaned softly, still talking innocently about her brotherly feelings.
The hidden arousal burned inside me — knowing another young man had made my wife wrap her arms around his neck, pressed himself so tightly against her voluptuous body, felt her massive heavy boobs, and enjoyed her warmth while she hugged him back thinking of him as her brother. This thought made me extremely horny. I could not hold back any longer.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife’s pussy, she could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” my wife moaned and began cumming all over my cock.
Thick cum flooded her pussy. I kept thrusting slowly even after cumming, enjoying the intense mix of jealousy and pleasure. My wife hugged me tightly, still thinking innocently about her new “brother” Naresh, while I lay there burning with hidden arousal, knowing the hug had been far more intimate than she realized.
This was the beginning of a new, complicated chapter in our life.
The next day, my wife woke up early and prepared some of her favourite dishes that she would normally cook for her younger brother Ramu. She made delicious avial, sambar, coconut rice, and her special potato fry. She packed everything neatly in tiffin boxes with love and care.
In the evening, my wife changed into a simple but beautiful saree dbangd low on her wide hips, her deep navel fully exposed. She took the food and went to our neighbours’ house to give it to Naresh.
Over the past two to three weeks, Naresh and my wife had become quite close. My wife genuinely thought of him as her little brother and treated him with pure sisterly affection. Naresh, however, took full advantage of her innocence and sisterly love. He acted like a caring younger brother on the surface, but he was cleverly enjoying every moment with her body.
Whenever my wife visited their house, Naresh would immediately come close and hug her tightly. He would wrap his arms around her and make her wrap her arms around his neck. During these hugs, his hands never left her body even for a moment. He would press his chest firmly against her massive heavy boobs, feeling their softness and weight. His palms would slide down her back slowly and rest just above her plump round ass cheeks, gently squeezing them over the saree. He would rub his hands up and down her back, feeling the white bra straps through her blouse, while his lower body pressed against her, enjoying the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree.
My wife never minded any of this. She thought it was all innocent brotherly affection, just like how her real brother Ramu hugged her. So she would hug him back warmly, smiling and saying,
"Naresh, you are just like my Ramu. Come, let me feed you today."
Naresh would smile innocently but his hands would stay on her body. Even while talking, he would keep one arm around her waist or keep touching her arms and shoulders. When she served food, he would stand very close behind her, his chest brushing against her back and his hands occasionally resting on her wide hips. My wife would laugh and treat it as brotherly closeness, completely unaware of the lust behind his touches.
Every single interaction between them involved constant physical contact. Naresh made sure he was always touching her — hugging her tightly, keeping his arm around her shoulders, or placing his hand on her waist. He would press his body against hers whenever possible, feeling her massive heavy boobs, soft belly, and plump ass cheeks. My wife happily accepted all of it, thinking she had found another loving younger brother.
I watched all this silently from our house. I could see how Naresh’s hands never left my wife’s body even for a second during their meetings. I felt the familiar mix of jealousy and hidden arousal, but I stayed quiet. My wife continued to be warm and affectionate towards Naresh, cooking for him, feeding him with her own hands, and treating him exactly like Ramu.
This new “brother-sister” relationship was growing stronger every day, with my wife remaining completely innocent and loving, while Naresh cleverly took advantage of her pure sisterly feelings to enjoy her voluptuous body as much as he could.
The tall house stood proudly in the neighbourhood, but a quiet, complicated tension was slowly building inside our lives.
Over the next few weeks, Naresh became much bolder during his hugs with my wife. What started as simple brotherly hugs quickly turned into longer, more intimate ones. Whenever my wife visited their house, Naresh would immediately pull her close, make her wrap her arms around his neck, and hold her tightly. He began kissing her all over her face while she spoke to him.
My wife would ask him innocently about his life in the US,
"Naresh, tell me how is life in America? Do you cook your own food or eat outside?"
While she was speaking, Naresh would smile and start kissing her face. He would kiss her forehead softly, then move to her cheeks, sucking gently on her soft skin. He would kiss the corner of her full plump lips, then move to her other cheek, sucking a little harder, leaving small wet marks. His lips would roam over her face, kissing her jawline and even lightly sucking on her earlobe. All the while he would answer her questions casually,
"Life in the US is busy, Sudha Aunty. I cook sometimes but mostly eat outside..."
His mouth never stopped moving on her face. He would suck on her cheeks sensually, pulling the soft skin between his lips, then kiss her again and again. My wife would giggle and continue talking as if it was normal brotherly affection.
I watched all of this. Seeing Naresh kiss and suck my wife’s beautiful face so openly made me extremely horny, but I kept a calm smile on my face and never showed my inner feelings. My wife noticed me smiling and felt reassured. She started to feel free and let Naresh kiss and suck her face as much as he wanted, thinking it was just innocent brotherly love.
At night, while we were in bed, I lifted her white nighty above her waist and looked at her clean shaved pussy. I gently played with her inner thighs as she spoke.
My wife began telling me softly,
"Rajesh, Naresh is behaving exactly like my brother Ramu… but a bit too much. Still, I like it. He is just conveying his brotherly love for me."
I asked her casually while my fingers moved closer to her pussy,
"Did you feel anything when he kissed and sucked your cheeks today?"
My wife nodded innocently.
"Yes, I felt it. His lips were warm and he sucked quite strongly on my cheeks. But it is okay… he is like my little brother."
Her innocent words made me extremely horny. I could not wait any longer. I positioned my cock at her pussy lips and slowly pushed inside her clean shaved pussy. I began making love to her with deep, steady thrusts.
As I fucked her, my wife continued speaking innocently,
"Those kisses were a bit more than brotherly… but maybe I am thinking too much. It is my fault for overthinking."
Her words excited me even more. I thrust harder and told her,
"Don’t worry about it, Sudha. Ignore it and let him kiss you as much as he wants. He is like your brother, so it is fine."
My wife looked at me with love and nodded innocently.
"Okay, Rajesh. If you say so, I will let him kiss and suck my face freely."
Her pure, innocent agreement made me extremely horny. The thought of Naresh boldly kissing and sucking my wife’s beautiful face while she allowed it freely pushed me over the edge.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife’s pussy, she could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” my wife moaned and began cumming all over my cock.
Thick cum flooded her pussy. I kept my cock buried inside her, breathing heavily, my mind filled with the image of Naresh enjoying my wife’s face and body while she innocently accepted it all.
This secret thrill was slowly growing stronger inside me with every passing day.
One evening I returned home from court a little earlier than usual. As I entered the house, I heard my wife’s voice and Naresh’s voice coming from the kitchen. I walked quietly towards the kitchen and stopped at the doorway.
My wife was standing at the counter preparing Gulab Jamun for Naresh. She was wearing a simple saree dbangd low on her wide hips, her deep navel fully exposed. From the back, the view was extremely hot and sexy. The saree clung tightly to her plump round ass cheeks. Her pink blouse was tight, and the white bra straps and the outline of the white bra were clearly visible through the thin material of the blouse across her back. Her massive heavy boobs strained against the sides of the blouse, and the way her wide hips swayed while she stirred the sugar syrup made her look incredibly tempting.
Naresh was sitting casually on the kitchen slab, enjoying the view of her back. He was staring openly at her plump round ass cheeks and the white bra visible through her blouse.
He spoke casually while watching her.
"Sudha Aunty, what kind of bra do you usually wear?"
My wife, completely innocent and focused on making the Gulab Jamun, answered without any hesitation.
"I usually wear a simple white bra, Naresh. It has hooks at the back. It holds everything comfortably in the front. I like to wear it because it is easy and soft."
Naresh’s eyes darkened with lust as he listened. He licked his lips slowly.
My wife continued stirring the syrup and added innocently,
"Sometimes when the weather is very hot, the bra gets sweaty in the middle. But I still wear a simple white bra."
After a short pause, Naresh asked again in a soft voice,
"And what kind of panties do you usually wear?"
My wife replied naturally, still focused on her cooking,
"I wear simple panties, Naresh. They cover everything properly and are very comfortable."
Hearing my wife innocently describing her bra and panties in such detail while Naresh sat there lusting after her made me extremely horny. My cock started growing hard inside my trousers as I stood at the doorway watching them.
Naresh’s breathing had become heavier. He was clearly very horny listening to her innocent answers.
I stood there silently, my heart beating fast with a powerful mix of jealousy and arousal. My wife had no idea how erotic her words sounded, and Naresh was taking full advantage of her pure sisterly trust.
My wife continued preparing the sweets, happily chatting with him, while Naresh kept staring at her back and the white bra visible through her blouse, enjoying every second of the moment.
This was becoming our new normal. My wife treated Naresh like her own brother with complete innocence, while he and I both felt intense lust hearing her speak so openly about her bra and panties.
Naresh was sitting casually on the kitchen slab, enjoying the view of her back. He was staring openly at her plump round ass cheeks and the white bra visible through her blouse.
"Sudha Aunty, who buys your bra and panties for you?"
My wife, completely innocent and focused on her cooking, answered while kneading the soft khoya with her fingers and shaping it into small round balls.
"When I was young, my dad used to buy them for me."
She dropped the balls into the hot oil and began stirring the sugar syrup in another pan, her hips moving gently.
Naresh asked further,
"What kind of bra and panties did he buy when you were a child?"
My wife replied naturally while turning the frying balls with a slotted spoon.
"When I was a small child, I did not wear any bra. My dad used to buy only simple small panties for me — the kind little girls wear."
Naresh licked his lips and continued,
"And when you were in college and teenage years?"
My wife gently flipped the golden balls in the oil and answered,
"As I grew into my teenage years and started going to college, my dad began buying regular Indian college bra for me — the simple kind most Indian college girls wear. They were supportive as my body started changing. The panties were also simple ones that fitted my growing figure comfortably."
Naresh’s eyes darkened with lust. He asked again,
"What about during college?"
My wife dropped the fried balls into the hot sugar syrup to soak and replied while stirring,
"Even in college, my dad continued buying my bra and panties. By then my body had developed more, so he chose regular Indian college bra — the kind most Indian girls wear in college. They gave good support. The panties were simple and comfortable as well."
Naresh leaned forward slightly and asked,
"And after marriage? Who buys them now?"
My wife replied with a soft smile, still focused on preparing the sweets,
"After I got married to Rajesh, he is the one who buys my bra and panties. He chooses the regular Indian bra and simple panties that married women usually wear. He knows what fits me comfortably."
Naresh’s breathing had become heavier. He was clearly very horny listening to my wife’s innocent, detailed answers about how her body changed over the years and what kind of bra and panties she wore at every stage of her life.
I stood silently at the doorway, my heart beating fast with a powerful mix of jealousy and arousal. My wife had no idea how erotic her innocent answers sounded, and Naresh was taking full advantage of her pure sisterly trust.
My wife continued preparing the sweets, happily chatting with him, while Naresh kept staring at her back and the white bra visible through her blouse, enjoying every second of the moment.
This was becoming our new normal. My wife treated Naresh like her own brother with complete innocence, while he and I both felt intense lust hearing her speak so openly about her bra and panties.
My wife continued standing at the kitchen counter preparing Gulab Jamun for Naresh. She kneaded the soft khoya with her fingers, shaped it into small round balls, and carefully dropped them into the hot oil. She stirred the sugar syrup in another pan, letting it thicken slowly, her wide hips swaying gently as she worked.
Naresh got off the kitchen slab and moved closer to my wife, standing right behind her. He looked at her back view with hungry eyes while she fried the balls.
He spoke quietly near her ear,
"Sudha Aunty, can I see you only in bra and panties just once?"
My wife immediately turned her head and said angrily,
"No!"
But the moment she saw it was Naresh, she realised he was like her younger brother. She smiled at him softly and said politely,
"I can’t do that, Naresh."
Naresh did not give up. He spoke in a gentle voice,
"In the US, women wear bikinis on the beach all the time. It is nothing special there. It is very normal."
My wife shook her head and replied firmly,
"That is not the US, Naresh. This is India. Here we have different boundaries."
Naresh looked at her with pleading eyes and requested again,
"Please, Sudha Aunty. Just once. I want to see you only in bra and panties."
My wife turned around fully to face him. She held his face gently with both hands and spoke to him politely but clearly,
"My dear sweet brother, we need to have boundaries. I will find a nice girl for you to marry. After marriage you can see your wife more than in bra and panties. But you can’t see me in bra and panties. I am only for Rajesh to see."
Naresh agreed with an innocent but sad face and nodded slowly.
My wife wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. While hugging him she advised him softly,
"We need to keep some boundaries and we should not cross them, Naresh. You are like my little brother. Let us keep it that way."
Naresh nodded while his hands roamed on her back. He felt up her bra over her blouse, his fingers tracing the white bra straps and pressing against the bra cups through the thin pink blouse. He then brought his hands lower and felt up her panties over her saree, his palms squeezing her plump round ass cheeks and rubbing the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree. At the same time he kissed her all over her face. He kissed her forehead, then sucked gently on her cheeks, moving to the corner of her full plump lips, then kissing her jawline and sucking on her earlobes. His kisses were wet and hungry, his lips pulling at her soft skin, leaving small shiny marks on her face while he felt horny and pressed his body tighter against her.
My wife continued hugging him tightly, still thinking it was brotherly love.
I stood at the doorway watching everything. The sight of Naresh’s hands feeling up my wife’s bra and panties over her clothes, and his mouth kissing and sucking her face so boldly, made my cock throb with a powerful mix of jealousy and arousal. But I kept a calm smile on my face and did not show anything.
"Rajesh, Naresh really looks so much like my younger brother Ramu. Same age, same innocent face, same gentle smile. The moment I saw him, I felt like he is my own little brother. I felt so happy when he hugged me. It reminded me of the way Ramu hugs me." my wife said softly, her eyes shining with pure sisterly love.
She continued talking innocently, but her words carried an unintended sensual weight.
"When he pulled me into the hug and made my arms go around his neck, I felt like I wanted to hug him more tightly. My arms wrapped around his neck felt so natural. I wanted to hold him longer, press my body closer to him, feel his chest against my boobs like a real younger brother. It felt so warm and comforting." my wife said, describing the hug with innocent emotional feeling, completely unaware of how her words were affecting me.
As she spoke, I felt a strong mix of jealousy and horniness burning inside me. I did not tell her anything. Instead, I silently lifted her white nighty above her waist, exposing her clean shaved pussy. I looked at her smooth pussy lips and gently played with her inner thighs, scratching them lightly with my nails, moving my fingers closer to her pussy but not touching it yet.
My wife kept talking softly.
"I felt so happy hugging him, Rajesh. My arms around his neck made me feel like I was hugging Ramu again. It was such a nice, safe feeling."
I nodded and casually said,
"Everyone at the airport was watching that hug. All the men there were getting horny seeing how tightly he hugged you and how your arms were wrapped around his neck."
My wife smiled innocently and replied,
"I did not mind at all, Rajesh. Naresh is like my younger brother. If he wants to hug me like Ramu does, I have no problem. He is family now."
Her words made me even hornier. I could not control myself anymore. I positioned myself between her thick juicy thighs, rubbed my cock against her pussy lips, and slowly inserted my cock deep inside her clean shaved pussy. I began making love to her with slow, deep thrusts while she continued speaking.
"It is okay, Sudha. Feel free to hug him as much as you want. He is like your brother, so you can wrap your arms around his neck, press your body against him, and hug him tightly. You can even kiss his lips if you feel like it. After all, he is like your younger brother now." I told her, my voice thick with arousal as I thrust deeper into her pussy.
"Thank you for understanding, Rajesh. I feel so good that you are okay with me treating Naresh like my brother. I can hug him freely whenever he wants." my wife said gratefully, her pussy clenching around my cock.
Her innocent words made me extremely horny. I started thrusting harder.
"No Rajesh, my lips are only for you. I will never kiss anyone else on the lips. But hugging him felt so good. When my arms were wrapped around his neck and he pulled me close, I felt so safe and loved, just like with Ramu." my wife said firmly.
As she spoke those words, my mind replayed the erotic scene at the airport in vivid detail: Naresh pulling my wife into a tight hug, making her wrap her arms around his neck, her massive heavy boobs crushing fully against his chest, his hands sliding down her back and resting just above her plump round ass cheeks, feeling the panty line over her ass cheeks over the saree, and pressing his body firmly against her so that her deep navel touched him. The way her boobs were squeezed and how her body melted into the hug made my cock throb even harder inside her pussy.
The combination of jealousy and intense arousal became overwhelming. I started fucking her pussy faster and deeper, imagining Naresh enjoying my wife’s body in that hug. My wife moaned softly, still talking innocently about her brotherly feelings.
The hidden arousal burned inside me — knowing another young man had made my wife wrap her arms around his neck, pressed himself so tightly against her voluptuous body, felt her massive heavy boobs, and enjoyed her warmth while she hugged him back thinking of him as her brother. This thought made me extremely horny. I could not hold back any longer.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife’s pussy, she could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” my wife moaned and began cumming all over my cock.
Thick cum flooded her pussy. I kept thrusting slowly even after cumming, enjoying the intense mix of jealousy and pleasure. My wife hugged me tightly, still thinking innocently about her new “brother” Naresh, while I lay there burning with hidden arousal, knowing the hug had been far more intimate than she realized.
This was the beginning of a new, complicated chapter in our life.
The next day, my wife woke up early and prepared some of her favourite dishes that she would normally cook for her younger brother Ramu. She made delicious avial, sambar, coconut rice, and her special potato fry. She packed everything neatly in tiffin boxes with love and care.
In the evening, my wife changed into a simple but beautiful saree dbangd low on her wide hips, her deep navel fully exposed. She took the food and went to our neighbours’ house to give it to Naresh.
Over the past two to three weeks, Naresh and my wife had become quite close. My wife genuinely thought of him as her little brother and treated him with pure sisterly affection. Naresh, however, took full advantage of her innocence and sisterly love. He acted like a caring younger brother on the surface, but he was cleverly enjoying every moment with her body.
Whenever my wife visited their house, Naresh would immediately come close and hug her tightly. He would wrap his arms around her and make her wrap her arms around his neck. During these hugs, his hands never left her body even for a moment. He would press his chest firmly against her massive heavy boobs, feeling their softness and weight. His palms would slide down her back slowly and rest just above her plump round ass cheeks, gently squeezing them over the saree. He would rub his hands up and down her back, feeling the white bra straps through her blouse, while his lower body pressed against her, enjoying the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree.
My wife never minded any of this. She thought it was all innocent brotherly affection, just like how her real brother Ramu hugged her. So she would hug him back warmly, smiling and saying,
"Naresh, you are just like my Ramu. Come, let me feed you today."
Naresh would smile innocently but his hands would stay on her body. Even while talking, he would keep one arm around her waist or keep touching her arms and shoulders. When she served food, he would stand very close behind her, his chest brushing against her back and his hands occasionally resting on her wide hips. My wife would laugh and treat it as brotherly closeness, completely unaware of the lust behind his touches.
Every single interaction between them involved constant physical contact. Naresh made sure he was always touching her — hugging her tightly, keeping his arm around her shoulders, or placing his hand on her waist. He would press his body against hers whenever possible, feeling her massive heavy boobs, soft belly, and plump ass cheeks. My wife happily accepted all of it, thinking she had found another loving younger brother.
I watched all this silently from our house. I could see how Naresh’s hands never left my wife’s body even for a second during their meetings. I felt the familiar mix of jealousy and hidden arousal, but I stayed quiet. My wife continued to be warm and affectionate towards Naresh, cooking for him, feeding him with her own hands, and treating him exactly like Ramu.
This new “brother-sister” relationship was growing stronger every day, with my wife remaining completely innocent and loving, while Naresh cleverly took advantage of her pure sisterly feelings to enjoy her voluptuous body as much as he could.
The tall house stood proudly in the neighbourhood, but a quiet, complicated tension was slowly building inside our lives.
Over the next few weeks, Naresh became much bolder during his hugs with my wife. What started as simple brotherly hugs quickly turned into longer, more intimate ones. Whenever my wife visited their house, Naresh would immediately pull her close, make her wrap her arms around his neck, and hold her tightly. He began kissing her all over her face while she spoke to him.
My wife would ask him innocently about his life in the US,
"Naresh, tell me how is life in America? Do you cook your own food or eat outside?"
While she was speaking, Naresh would smile and start kissing her face. He would kiss her forehead softly, then move to her cheeks, sucking gently on her soft skin. He would kiss the corner of her full plump lips, then move to her other cheek, sucking a little harder, leaving small wet marks. His lips would roam over her face, kissing her jawline and even lightly sucking on her earlobe. All the while he would answer her questions casually,
"Life in the US is busy, Sudha Aunty. I cook sometimes but mostly eat outside..."
His mouth never stopped moving on her face. He would suck on her cheeks sensually, pulling the soft skin between his lips, then kiss her again and again. My wife would giggle and continue talking as if it was normal brotherly affection.
I watched all of this. Seeing Naresh kiss and suck my wife’s beautiful face so openly made me extremely horny, but I kept a calm smile on my face and never showed my inner feelings. My wife noticed me smiling and felt reassured. She started to feel free and let Naresh kiss and suck her face as much as he wanted, thinking it was just innocent brotherly love.
At night, while we were in bed, I lifted her white nighty above her waist and looked at her clean shaved pussy. I gently played with her inner thighs as she spoke.
My wife began telling me softly,
"Rajesh, Naresh is behaving exactly like my brother Ramu… but a bit too much. Still, I like it. He is just conveying his brotherly love for me."
I asked her casually while my fingers moved closer to her pussy,
"Did you feel anything when he kissed and sucked your cheeks today?"
My wife nodded innocently.
"Yes, I felt it. His lips were warm and he sucked quite strongly on my cheeks. But it is okay… he is like my little brother."
Her innocent words made me extremely horny. I could not wait any longer. I positioned my cock at her pussy lips and slowly pushed inside her clean shaved pussy. I began making love to her with deep, steady thrusts.
As I fucked her, my wife continued speaking innocently,
"Those kisses were a bit more than brotherly… but maybe I am thinking too much. It is my fault for overthinking."
Her words excited me even more. I thrust harder and told her,
"Don’t worry about it, Sudha. Ignore it and let him kiss you as much as he wants. He is like your brother, so it is fine."
My wife looked at me with love and nodded innocently.
"Okay, Rajesh. If you say so, I will let him kiss and suck my face freely."
Her pure, innocent agreement made me extremely horny. The thought of Naresh boldly kissing and sucking my wife’s beautiful face while she allowed it freely pushed me over the edge.
Mnmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm my wife moaned as she was about to cum.
The moment “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” I moaned and came deep inside my wife’s pussy, she could not hold it anymore “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.... aaaaaaaaaaaah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!” my wife moaned and began cumming all over my cock.
Thick cum flooded her pussy. I kept my cock buried inside her, breathing heavily, my mind filled with the image of Naresh enjoying my wife’s face and body while she innocently accepted it all.
This secret thrill was slowly growing stronger inside me with every passing day.
One evening I returned home from court a little earlier than usual. As I entered the house, I heard my wife’s voice and Naresh’s voice coming from the kitchen. I walked quietly towards the kitchen and stopped at the doorway.
My wife was standing at the counter preparing Gulab Jamun for Naresh. She was wearing a simple saree dbangd low on her wide hips, her deep navel fully exposed. From the back, the view was extremely hot and sexy. The saree clung tightly to her plump round ass cheeks. Her pink blouse was tight, and the white bra straps and the outline of the white bra were clearly visible through the thin material of the blouse across her back. Her massive heavy boobs strained against the sides of the blouse, and the way her wide hips swayed while she stirred the sugar syrup made her look incredibly tempting.
Naresh was sitting casually on the kitchen slab, enjoying the view of her back. He was staring openly at her plump round ass cheeks and the white bra visible through her blouse.
He spoke casually while watching her.
"Sudha Aunty, what kind of bra do you usually wear?"
My wife, completely innocent and focused on making the Gulab Jamun, answered without any hesitation.
"I usually wear a simple white bra, Naresh. It has hooks at the back. It holds everything comfortably in the front. I like to wear it because it is easy and soft."
Naresh’s eyes darkened with lust as he listened. He licked his lips slowly.
My wife continued stirring the syrup and added innocently,
"Sometimes when the weather is very hot, the bra gets sweaty in the middle. But I still wear a simple white bra."
After a short pause, Naresh asked again in a soft voice,
"And what kind of panties do you usually wear?"
My wife replied naturally, still focused on her cooking,
"I wear simple panties, Naresh. They cover everything properly and are very comfortable."
Hearing my wife innocently describing her bra and panties in such detail while Naresh sat there lusting after her made me extremely horny. My cock started growing hard inside my trousers as I stood at the doorway watching them.
Naresh’s breathing had become heavier. He was clearly very horny listening to her innocent answers.
I stood there silently, my heart beating fast with a powerful mix of jealousy and arousal. My wife had no idea how erotic her words sounded, and Naresh was taking full advantage of her pure sisterly trust.
My wife continued preparing the sweets, happily chatting with him, while Naresh kept staring at her back and the white bra visible through her blouse, enjoying every second of the moment.
This was becoming our new normal. My wife treated Naresh like her own brother with complete innocence, while he and I both felt intense lust hearing her speak so openly about her bra and panties.
Naresh was sitting casually on the kitchen slab, enjoying the view of her back. He was staring openly at her plump round ass cheeks and the white bra visible through her blouse.
"Sudha Aunty, who buys your bra and panties for you?"
My wife, completely innocent and focused on her cooking, answered while kneading the soft khoya with her fingers and shaping it into small round balls.
"When I was young, my dad used to buy them for me."
She dropped the balls into the hot oil and began stirring the sugar syrup in another pan, her hips moving gently.
Naresh asked further,
"What kind of bra and panties did he buy when you were a child?"
My wife replied naturally while turning the frying balls with a slotted spoon.
"When I was a small child, I did not wear any bra. My dad used to buy only simple small panties for me — the kind little girls wear."
Naresh licked his lips and continued,
"And when you were in college and teenage years?"
My wife gently flipped the golden balls in the oil and answered,
"As I grew into my teenage years and started going to college, my dad began buying regular Indian college bra for me — the simple kind most Indian college girls wear. They were supportive as my body started changing. The panties were also simple ones that fitted my growing figure comfortably."
Naresh’s eyes darkened with lust. He asked again,
"What about during college?"
My wife dropped the fried balls into the hot sugar syrup to soak and replied while stirring,
"Even in college, my dad continued buying my bra and panties. By then my body had developed more, so he chose regular Indian college bra — the kind most Indian girls wear in college. They gave good support. The panties were simple and comfortable as well."
Naresh leaned forward slightly and asked,
"And after marriage? Who buys them now?"
My wife replied with a soft smile, still focused on preparing the sweets,
"After I got married to Rajesh, he is the one who buys my bra and panties. He chooses the regular Indian bra and simple panties that married women usually wear. He knows what fits me comfortably."
Naresh’s breathing had become heavier. He was clearly very horny listening to my wife’s innocent, detailed answers about how her body changed over the years and what kind of bra and panties she wore at every stage of her life.
I stood silently at the doorway, my heart beating fast with a powerful mix of jealousy and arousal. My wife had no idea how erotic her innocent answers sounded, and Naresh was taking full advantage of her pure sisterly trust.
My wife continued preparing the sweets, happily chatting with him, while Naresh kept staring at her back and the white bra visible through her blouse, enjoying every second of the moment.
This was becoming our new normal. My wife treated Naresh like her own brother with complete innocence, while he and I both felt intense lust hearing her speak so openly about her bra and panties.
My wife continued standing at the kitchen counter preparing Gulab Jamun for Naresh. She kneaded the soft khoya with her fingers, shaped it into small round balls, and carefully dropped them into the hot oil. She stirred the sugar syrup in another pan, letting it thicken slowly, her wide hips swaying gently as she worked.
Naresh got off the kitchen slab and moved closer to my wife, standing right behind her. He looked at her back view with hungry eyes while she fried the balls.
He spoke quietly near her ear,
"Sudha Aunty, can I see you only in bra and panties just once?"
My wife immediately turned her head and said angrily,
"No!"
But the moment she saw it was Naresh, she realised he was like her younger brother. She smiled at him softly and said politely,
"I can’t do that, Naresh."
Naresh did not give up. He spoke in a gentle voice,
"In the US, women wear bikinis on the beach all the time. It is nothing special there. It is very normal."
My wife shook her head and replied firmly,
"That is not the US, Naresh. This is India. Here we have different boundaries."
Naresh looked at her with pleading eyes and requested again,
"Please, Sudha Aunty. Just once. I want to see you only in bra and panties."
My wife turned around fully to face him. She held his face gently with both hands and spoke to him politely but clearly,
"My dear sweet brother, we need to have boundaries. I will find a nice girl for you to marry. After marriage you can see your wife more than in bra and panties. But you can’t see me in bra and panties. I am only for Rajesh to see."
Naresh agreed with an innocent but sad face and nodded slowly.
My wife wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. While hugging him she advised him softly,
"We need to keep some boundaries and we should not cross them, Naresh. You are like my little brother. Let us keep it that way."
Naresh nodded while his hands roamed on her back. He felt up her bra over her blouse, his fingers tracing the white bra straps and pressing against the bra cups through the thin pink blouse. He then brought his hands lower and felt up her panties over her saree, his palms squeezing her plump round ass cheeks and rubbing the panty line visible over her ass cheeks over the saree. At the same time he kissed her all over her face. He kissed her forehead, then sucked gently on her cheeks, moving to the corner of her full plump lips, then kissing her jawline and sucking on her earlobes. His kisses were wet and hungry, his lips pulling at her soft skin, leaving small shiny marks on her face while he felt horny and pressed his body tighter against her.
My wife continued hugging him tightly, still thinking it was brotherly love.
I stood at the doorway watching everything. The sight of Naresh’s hands feeling up my wife’s bra and panties over her clothes, and his mouth kissing and sucking her face so boldly, made my cock throb with a powerful mix of jealousy and arousal. But I kept a calm smile on my face and did not show anything.
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