19-04-2026, 11:54 AM
Naresh continued hugging my wife tightly, his hands roaming on her back. He spoke in a soft, emotional voice, trying to sound like a loving younger brother, but his tone was thick with hidden lust.
"Sudha Aunty, I love hugging you so much. It feels so nice and warm. You are like my own elder sister. I feel so happy when I hold you close like this."
My wife hugged him back even tighter, her massive heavy boobs pressing fully against his chest. She kissed him gently on the cheek and said with pure sisterly affection,
"I also love hugging you, Naresh. You really remind me of my younger brother Ramu. Whenever I hug you, I feel like I am hugging him again. It makes me so happy."
I stood silently at the doorway watching them. The sight of my wife hugging Naresh so tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck and her voluptuous body pressed against him, made my cock grow hard inside my dhoti. I felt a strong boner forming, but I kept my face calm and did not show anything.
Naresh did not release the hug. While still holding her close, he asked desperately,
"Sudha Aunty, if I speak to Rajesh anna and he agrees… will you show yourself to me in your bra and panties? Just once?"
My wife pulled back slightly from the hug, surprised, and said firmly,
"No, Naresh. Rajesh will definitely say no to that."
Naresh looked at her with pleading eyes and asked again,
"But if Rajesh anna agrees, will you show me? Please, just once."
My wife held his face gently with both hands and asked softly,
"Why are you so desperate to see me in bra and panties, Naresh? I am like your elder sister. Why do you want to see me like that?"
Naresh replied with a desperate but innocent-looking face,
"I am just curious, Sudha Aunty. I just want to see how you look. That’s all. Please…"
My wife looked at him with sympathy. She could see how many times he had asked and how eager he was. After thinking for a moment, she finally said,
"Okay… only if Rajesh agrees, I will show myself to you in my bra and panties. But I am pretty sure he will not agree."
Naresh’s face lit up with excitement. He broke the hug and started jumping around happily like a little boy.
My wife smiled and said calmly,
"Only if Rajesh agrees, Naresh. Don’t get too excited. I am sure he will say no."
She then turned back to the stove to finish making the Gulab Jamun. She took the golden fried balls out of the oil, let them drain for a moment, and gently dropped them into the hot sugar syrup. She stirred them carefully so that the syrup soaked into every ball, making them soft and sweet.
After finishing, she took one Gulab Jamun in her fingers and fed it to Naresh with love, saying,
"Here, try this. I made it specially for you."
Naresh took the sweet from her fingers, but instead of eating it normally, he licked her fingers sensually while eating, his tongue running over her fingertips.
My wife smiled and said,
"I have quit sugar, Naresh. I can’t eat sweets anymore."
But Naresh insisted playfully and brought the Gulab Jamun closer to her mouth.
"Just one bite, Sudha Aunty. For me."
My wife reluctantly opened her mouth and took a small bite. Naresh then ate the remaining part from the same piece, tasting the place where her lips and saliva had touched.
In return, Naresh took another Gulab Jamun and tried to feed it to my wife. She said,
"No, Naresh. I really can’t eat sweets."
But he gently pushed it towards her lips and made her take another small bite. He then ate the rest himself, clearly enjoying the taste of her saliva mixed with the sweet.
My wife then took a small bite of another Gulab Jamun for herself. The moment the sweet entered her mouth, she remembered she had quit sugar.
With the piece of Gulab Jamun still inside her mouth, she spoke with some difficulty, her cheeks slightly puffed,
"I have quit sugar, Naresh. I really can’t eat this."
She turned towards the corner of the kitchen near the wash basin, intending to spit it out into the bin. She walked slowly, the piece of sweet still sitting on her tongue, her lips slightly parted as she tried not to swallow. The soft, syrupy ball rested heavily in her mouth, mixing with her saliva.
Naresh immediately got down from the slab and moved quickly towards her.
"Don’t spit it out, Sudha Aunty. Don’t waste the food."
My wife stopped near the bin and turned to look at him, still holding the sweet in her mouth.
"No, Naresh. I can’t eat it. I will spit it out."
Naresh stepped closer and said earnestly,
"Please don’t waste it. Spit it inside my mouth instead. Food should not be wasted."
My wife’s eyes widened in surprise. She shook her head immediately.
"No, Naresh. That is not right. I can’t do that."
Naresh insisted gently but firmly,
"It is just food, Aunty. Don’t throw it away. I am your younger brother. It is okay. Please don’t waste it."
My wife hesitated, still holding the sweet in her mouth. She looked uncomfortable.
"But… it has my saliva mixed in it now."
Naresh smiled innocently and replied,
"It is your younger brother’s mouth, Sudha Aunty. Your saliva is not dirty for me. It is family. Please don’t waste the food."
My wife looked at him with emotional eyes. The idea of wasting food touched her. After a moment of hesitation, she agreed softly,
"Okay… only because you are saying not to waste it."
She stepped closer to Naresh. He opened his mouth slightly and leaned in. My wife brought her lips very close to his and gently spat the half-chewed Gulab Jamun mixed with her warm saliva into his mouth. In that same moment, Naresh moved forward and pressed his lips fully against hers in a kiss. While she was spitting the sweet, he kissed her lips deeply, enjoying the soft wetness of her full plump lips and the sweet-salty taste of the Gulab Jamun mixed with her saliva. My wife thought it was just their lips accidentally touching during the act and did not pull away immediately.
I stood at the doorway watching everything. The sight of Naresh kissing my wife’s lips while she spat the sweet into his mouth 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.
After the act, my wife stepped back to the wash basin and began gargling her mouth to clean the sweetness. Naresh stood there with his eyes closed, savouring the taste. He rolled the mixture of Gulab Jamun and my wife’s saliva on his tongue slowly, enjoying the thick sweet syrup mixed with the warm, slightly salty taste of her saliva. He swallowed it with visible pleasure, his face showing deep satisfaction.
My wife finished gargling and turned back to him with a gentle smile, still thinking everything was innocent brotherly affection.
My wife finished preparing the Gulab Jamun. She took the golden, syrup-soaked balls out of the sugar syrup and packed them carefully into a clean tiffin box. She closed the lid properly and handed the box to Naresh with a warm smile.
"Here, Naresh. Take this. Eat it later when you feel like having something sweet. I made it specially for you."
Naresh took the tiffin box with both hands and thanked her happily.
"Thank you so much, Sudha Aunty. These look wonderful."
My wife then turned towards the wash basin to wash the vessels. She stood with her back to him, her plump round ass cheeks pushing out under the saree, the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree. The white bra was still visible through her pink blouse from behind.
Naresh stood behind her for a moment, holding the tiffin box. He then stepped closer, leaned in, and was about to kiss her cheek as a thank you.
At that exact moment, my wife turned her head towards her left to look at him and smile. The kiss, which was meant for her cheek, landed directly on her lips.
Naresh did not pull away immediately. Instead, he gently sucked her full plump lips. He first took her lower lip between his own lips and sucked it softly, tasting the sweetness of the sugar syrup that was still on her mouth. Then he moved to her upper lip, sucking it slowly and sensually, pulling the soft flesh between his lips. His tongue lightly brushed against her lips as he tasted her. The kiss lasted a few long seconds.
My wife was surprised but thought it was accidental. She laughed softly and wiped the saliva off her lips with the edge of her saree pallu.
"Naresh, that was on my lips, not my cheek!" she said, laughing lightly.
Naresh also laughed as if it was purely an accident and said,
"Sorry, Sudha Aunty. It happened by mistake."
He then turned and left the kitchen with the tiffin box, still smiling.
I had been standing just outside the kitchen doorway. When I saw Naresh moving closer to kiss her, I quickly hid behind the door so neither of them noticed me. I watched the entire scene — the accidental kiss landing on her lips, Naresh sucking both her upper and lower lips sensually, and my wife laughing innocently while wiping his saliva off with her saree pallu.
My heart was pounding with a strong mix of jealousy and arousal, but I stayed hidden until Naresh left the kitchen.
This was becoming our new normal. My wife remained completely innocent, while Naresh cleverly took advantage of every small moment, and I watched silently, burning with hidden excitement.
Right after Naresh left with the tiffin box, my sons came home from college. My wife welcomed them with a warm smile and served the fresh Gulab Jamun she had prepared. The boys ate happily, licking the sweet syrup from their fingers. We all sat together in the hall watching TV as a family, laughing and enjoying the peaceful evening.
At night, in bed, my wife settled down next to me wearing her white nighty. She began telling me about the Gulab Jamun she had made for Naresh.
"Rajesh, I made Gulab Jamun for Naresh today. He liked it very much. I fed him with my own hands."
I turned towards her and slowly lifted her white nighty. First I pulled it up above her knees, revealing her thick juicy thighs. My fingers roamed over the soft skin of her inner thighs, scratching lightly. Then I lifted the nighty higher, exposing her clean shaved pussy and plump round ass cheeks. My fingers glided over her pussy lips and squeezed her ass cheeks gently. I continued lifting until her deep navel and soft rounded belly came into view, my fingers circling her navel. Finally I pulled the nighty all the way up above her massive heavy boobs. Her boobs spilled out free, dark nipples already hard. My fingers roamed all over her body — squeezing her boobs, pinching and tugging her nipples, rubbing her pussy lips, and stroking her ass cheeks.
While I explored her naked body, my wife continued speaking innocently.
"I fed him with my own hands. He ate so happily."
Her words made me extremely horny. I spread her thick juicy thighs wide and shoved my cock deep inside her clean shaved pussy in one hard thrust. I began making love to her with slow, deep strokes, enjoying the tight, warm grip of her pussy around my cock.
My wife kept talking softly.
"Naresh asked me if he can see me in bra and panties. I told him no at first. Then I said only if you give permission I will show him."
Hearing my wife say that Naresh wanted to see her in bra and panties made me even more excited. I started thrusting harder and told her in a horny tone,
"It is okay, Sudha. Feel free to show yourself to him in your bra and panties if he asks again. I don’t mind at all."
My horny tone began making my wife horny too. Her pussy became wetter, but she still said softly,
"No Rajesh, I should not do that. But if you really want me to, I will do it."
While I continued fucking her pussy with deep strokes, my wife began telling me more.
"When I fed him the Gulab Jamun, he tasted the place where I had bitten. And when he tried to feed me, our lips touched by accident. He sucked my lips a little."
The moment she described Naresh sucking her lips, I could not hold it any more. I started fucking her pussy with fast, hard thrusts, driven by intense jealousy and arousal.
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 deep inside her, breathing heavily, my mind filled with the image of Naresh sucking my wife’s lips and enjoying her body while she innocently allowed it.
My wife hugged me tightly, still thinking everything was innocent, while I lay there burning with hidden arousal, knowing the hug and the feeding had been far more intimate than she realized.
The next morning, as I was about to leave for court, my wife stood with me at the portico. She looked a little shy and apologetic as she spoke.
"Rajesh, about yesterday… when Naresh kissed my lips, it was really just an accident. I turned my head at the same moment he was trying to kiss my cheek. Our lips touched suddenly. He didn’t mean to kiss me on the lips. It happened very quickly." my wife explained in detail, her voice soft and sincere.
While she was explaining, I felt a strong wave of temptation and horniness rush through me. I quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching, then reached down and grabbed her pussy over her nighty. Since she was not wearing any petticoat or panties underneath, I could clearly feel the soft shape of her pussy lips through the thin fabric. I squeezed her pussy gently while whispering into her ear,
"It is okay, Sudha. Except these pussy lips, Naresh is allowed to kiss you anywhere. I won’t mind."
My wife looked surprised but also a little aroused by my words and touch. She whispered back,
"I can even let him kiss my lips if you want… but only if you are really okay with it."
I felt another surge of horniness and replied in a low, excited voice,
"It’s okay. It’s your wish. If he kisses your lips, I won’t mind at all."
Just then, Naresh came to our portico wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I quickly took my hand off my wife’s pussy over her nighty.
Naresh greeted us and then spoke reluctantly but directly,
"Rajesh anna, in the US it is very common to see women in bikinis on the beach. They wear even less than bra and panties sometimes. It is completely normal there. So I was thinking… if Sudha Aunty is okay, I would like to see her in her bra and panties. Just once."
Listening to Naresh openly say he wanted to see my wife in her bra and panties made me extremely horny. My cock throbbed hard inside my trousers as I imagined him seeing her voluptuous body in just bra and panties. I tried to keep my voice steady and said,
"I don’t mind if Sudha shows you. It is fine with me."
My wife immediately said,
"No, Naresh. I can’t do that."
Naresh looked excited but tried to keep a casual face and said,
"But Rajesh anna already agreed. As promised, you should show me in your bra and panties."
He playfully tried to lift the hem of my wife’s nighty. My wife laughed, thinking it was just playful teasing, and stepped back.
"Stop it, Naresh!" she said, laughing.
Naresh grinned and began chasing her lightly in our front garden grass.
"Come on, Sudha Aunty! Just show me once!"
My wife ran around laughing, saying "No, no!" while Naresh chased her. He suddenly jumped and pinned her down gently on the grass. They ended up rolling a little, and Naresh landed on top of her. He hugged her tightly, his body pressing down on hers. His cock had slipped out through the leg hole of his shorts (he was not wearing underwear) and was rubbing all over my wife’s pussy over her nighty.
My wife was laughing hard and trying to push him off, saying,
"Naresh, get up please! I am not wearing bra and panties right now. I will show you later."
But Naresh kept kissing her all over her face and neck. His hands were around her, and her arms were wrapped around his neck. He rubbed his hard cock repeatedly over her pussy over the nighty. My wife was still laughing and struggling lightly, thinking it was all playful.
I stood there watching. I pretended to laugh as if it was funny, but inside I was extremely horny watching my wife being dry-humped and almost fucked by Naresh on the grass.
During the struggle, my wife’s nighty rode up till her inner thighs. Naresh’s cock tip brushed against her soft inner thighs. He hugged her even tighter and suddenly came hard. Thick cum spurted out and landed all over my wife’s inner thighs and lower belly.
My wife was still laughing, unaware of what had just happened, while Naresh breathed heavily on top of her.
Naresh’s facial expression suddenly changed. The playful excitement disappeared, replaced by a look of shock and guilt. He quickly got off my wife and stood up, his face turning red with embarrassment.
He looked at my wife with apologetic eyes and said in a shaky voice,
"Sudha Aunty… I am so sorry. It happened without my knowledge. I didn’t mean to… I am really sorry."
My wife looked at his apologetic face. He looked exactly like her younger brother Ramu when he used to apologise for some small mistake. Her heart softened immediately. She felt sorry for him and saw him as her little brother who had done something by accident.
She sat up on the grass and began wiping his cum off her inner thighs using the edge of her nighty. While wiping, she gently wiped the tears that had formed in his eyes with her fingers and spoke to him in a soft, motherly voice,
"It’s okay, Naresh. Don’t worry. These things happen. It used to happen with my brother Ramu also while playing. You are still a young boy. Don’t feel bad about it."
Naresh apologised again, his voice cracking,
"I am really sorry, Sudha Aunty. Please forgive me."
Before my wife could say anything more, Naresh turned around and ran back towards his house as fast as he could. My wife called out after him,
"Naresh! Naresh, come back! It’s okay!"
But he kept running without looking back and disappeared into his house.
My wife stood up, still holding the edge of her nighty, and looked at me with a worried and sympathetic expression.
"He looked so sad and guilty, Rajesh. Just like Ramu used to look when he made a mistake. I feel bad for him."
I walked closer to her and said calmly,
"Don’t worry, Sudha. He will be fine. He is a young boy. These things happen. Go and get ready. I have to leave for court."
My wife nodded, still looking in the direction Naresh had run.
"This would also happen to my brother while playing with me sometimes. Boys are like that at this age."
I reassured her again,
"Yes, exactly. Don’t worry about it. He will be fine by evening."
I kissed her forehead gently and left for court, while my wife stood there for a moment, still feeling sorry for Naresh, thinking of him as her innocent little brother.
"Sudha Aunty, I love hugging you so much. It feels so nice and warm. You are like my own elder sister. I feel so happy when I hold you close like this."
My wife hugged him back even tighter, her massive heavy boobs pressing fully against his chest. She kissed him gently on the cheek and said with pure sisterly affection,
"I also love hugging you, Naresh. You really remind me of my younger brother Ramu. Whenever I hug you, I feel like I am hugging him again. It makes me so happy."
I stood silently at the doorway watching them. The sight of my wife hugging Naresh so tightly, her arms wrapped around his neck and her voluptuous body pressed against him, made my cock grow hard inside my dhoti. I felt a strong boner forming, but I kept my face calm and did not show anything.
Naresh did not release the hug. While still holding her close, he asked desperately,
"Sudha Aunty, if I speak to Rajesh anna and he agrees… will you show yourself to me in your bra and panties? Just once?"
My wife pulled back slightly from the hug, surprised, and said firmly,
"No, Naresh. Rajesh will definitely say no to that."
Naresh looked at her with pleading eyes and asked again,
"But if Rajesh anna agrees, will you show me? Please, just once."
My wife held his face gently with both hands and asked softly,
"Why are you so desperate to see me in bra and panties, Naresh? I am like your elder sister. Why do you want to see me like that?"
Naresh replied with a desperate but innocent-looking face,
"I am just curious, Sudha Aunty. I just want to see how you look. That’s all. Please…"
My wife looked at him with sympathy. She could see how many times he had asked and how eager he was. After thinking for a moment, she finally said,
"Okay… only if Rajesh agrees, I will show myself to you in my bra and panties. But I am pretty sure he will not agree."
Naresh’s face lit up with excitement. He broke the hug and started jumping around happily like a little boy.
My wife smiled and said calmly,
"Only if Rajesh agrees, Naresh. Don’t get too excited. I am sure he will say no."
She then turned back to the stove to finish making the Gulab Jamun. She took the golden fried balls out of the oil, let them drain for a moment, and gently dropped them into the hot sugar syrup. She stirred them carefully so that the syrup soaked into every ball, making them soft and sweet.
After finishing, she took one Gulab Jamun in her fingers and fed it to Naresh with love, saying,
"Here, try this. I made it specially for you."
Naresh took the sweet from her fingers, but instead of eating it normally, he licked her fingers sensually while eating, his tongue running over her fingertips.
My wife smiled and said,
"I have quit sugar, Naresh. I can’t eat sweets anymore."
But Naresh insisted playfully and brought the Gulab Jamun closer to her mouth.
"Just one bite, Sudha Aunty. For me."
My wife reluctantly opened her mouth and took a small bite. Naresh then ate the remaining part from the same piece, tasting the place where her lips and saliva had touched.
In return, Naresh took another Gulab Jamun and tried to feed it to my wife. She said,
"No, Naresh. I really can’t eat sweets."
But he gently pushed it towards her lips and made her take another small bite. He then ate the rest himself, clearly enjoying the taste of her saliva mixed with the sweet.
My wife then took a small bite of another Gulab Jamun for herself. The moment the sweet entered her mouth, she remembered she had quit sugar.
With the piece of Gulab Jamun still inside her mouth, she spoke with some difficulty, her cheeks slightly puffed,
"I have quit sugar, Naresh. I really can’t eat this."
She turned towards the corner of the kitchen near the wash basin, intending to spit it out into the bin. She walked slowly, the piece of sweet still sitting on her tongue, her lips slightly parted as she tried not to swallow. The soft, syrupy ball rested heavily in her mouth, mixing with her saliva.
Naresh immediately got down from the slab and moved quickly towards her.
"Don’t spit it out, Sudha Aunty. Don’t waste the food."
My wife stopped near the bin and turned to look at him, still holding the sweet in her mouth.
"No, Naresh. I can’t eat it. I will spit it out."
Naresh stepped closer and said earnestly,
"Please don’t waste it. Spit it inside my mouth instead. Food should not be wasted."
My wife’s eyes widened in surprise. She shook her head immediately.
"No, Naresh. That is not right. I can’t do that."
Naresh insisted gently but firmly,
"It is just food, Aunty. Don’t throw it away. I am your younger brother. It is okay. Please don’t waste it."
My wife hesitated, still holding the sweet in her mouth. She looked uncomfortable.
"But… it has my saliva mixed in it now."
Naresh smiled innocently and replied,
"It is your younger brother’s mouth, Sudha Aunty. Your saliva is not dirty for me. It is family. Please don’t waste the food."
My wife looked at him with emotional eyes. The idea of wasting food touched her. After a moment of hesitation, she agreed softly,
"Okay… only because you are saying not to waste it."
She stepped closer to Naresh. He opened his mouth slightly and leaned in. My wife brought her lips very close to his and gently spat the half-chewed Gulab Jamun mixed with her warm saliva into his mouth. In that same moment, Naresh moved forward and pressed his lips fully against hers in a kiss. While she was spitting the sweet, he kissed her lips deeply, enjoying the soft wetness of her full plump lips and the sweet-salty taste of the Gulab Jamun mixed with her saliva. My wife thought it was just their lips accidentally touching during the act and did not pull away immediately.
I stood at the doorway watching everything. The sight of Naresh kissing my wife’s lips while she spat the sweet into his mouth 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.
After the act, my wife stepped back to the wash basin and began gargling her mouth to clean the sweetness. Naresh stood there with his eyes closed, savouring the taste. He rolled the mixture of Gulab Jamun and my wife’s saliva on his tongue slowly, enjoying the thick sweet syrup mixed with the warm, slightly salty taste of her saliva. He swallowed it with visible pleasure, his face showing deep satisfaction.
My wife finished gargling and turned back to him with a gentle smile, still thinking everything was innocent brotherly affection.
My wife finished preparing the Gulab Jamun. She took the golden, syrup-soaked balls out of the sugar syrup and packed them carefully into a clean tiffin box. She closed the lid properly and handed the box to Naresh with a warm smile.
"Here, Naresh. Take this. Eat it later when you feel like having something sweet. I made it specially for you."
Naresh took the tiffin box with both hands and thanked her happily.
"Thank you so much, Sudha Aunty. These look wonderful."
My wife then turned towards the wash basin to wash the vessels. She stood with her back to him, her plump round ass cheeks pushing out under the saree, the panty line clearly visible over her ass cheeks over the saree. The white bra was still visible through her pink blouse from behind.
Naresh stood behind her for a moment, holding the tiffin box. He then stepped closer, leaned in, and was about to kiss her cheek as a thank you.
At that exact moment, my wife turned her head towards her left to look at him and smile. The kiss, which was meant for her cheek, landed directly on her lips.
Naresh did not pull away immediately. Instead, he gently sucked her full plump lips. He first took her lower lip between his own lips and sucked it softly, tasting the sweetness of the sugar syrup that was still on her mouth. Then he moved to her upper lip, sucking it slowly and sensually, pulling the soft flesh between his lips. His tongue lightly brushed against her lips as he tasted her. The kiss lasted a few long seconds.
My wife was surprised but thought it was accidental. She laughed softly and wiped the saliva off her lips with the edge of her saree pallu.
"Naresh, that was on my lips, not my cheek!" she said, laughing lightly.
Naresh also laughed as if it was purely an accident and said,
"Sorry, Sudha Aunty. It happened by mistake."
He then turned and left the kitchen with the tiffin box, still smiling.
I had been standing just outside the kitchen doorway. When I saw Naresh moving closer to kiss her, I quickly hid behind the door so neither of them noticed me. I watched the entire scene — the accidental kiss landing on her lips, Naresh sucking both her upper and lower lips sensually, and my wife laughing innocently while wiping his saliva off with her saree pallu.
My heart was pounding with a strong mix of jealousy and arousal, but I stayed hidden until Naresh left the kitchen.
This was becoming our new normal. My wife remained completely innocent, while Naresh cleverly took advantage of every small moment, and I watched silently, burning with hidden excitement.
Right after Naresh left with the tiffin box, my sons came home from college. My wife welcomed them with a warm smile and served the fresh Gulab Jamun she had prepared. The boys ate happily, licking the sweet syrup from their fingers. We all sat together in the hall watching TV as a family, laughing and enjoying the peaceful evening.
At night, in bed, my wife settled down next to me wearing her white nighty. She began telling me about the Gulab Jamun she had made for Naresh.
"Rajesh, I made Gulab Jamun for Naresh today. He liked it very much. I fed him with my own hands."
I turned towards her and slowly lifted her white nighty. First I pulled it up above her knees, revealing her thick juicy thighs. My fingers roamed over the soft skin of her inner thighs, scratching lightly. Then I lifted the nighty higher, exposing her clean shaved pussy and plump round ass cheeks. My fingers glided over her pussy lips and squeezed her ass cheeks gently. I continued lifting until her deep navel and soft rounded belly came into view, my fingers circling her navel. Finally I pulled the nighty all the way up above her massive heavy boobs. Her boobs spilled out free, dark nipples already hard. My fingers roamed all over her body — squeezing her boobs, pinching and tugging her nipples, rubbing her pussy lips, and stroking her ass cheeks.
While I explored her naked body, my wife continued speaking innocently.
"I fed him with my own hands. He ate so happily."
Her words made me extremely horny. I spread her thick juicy thighs wide and shoved my cock deep inside her clean shaved pussy in one hard thrust. I began making love to her with slow, deep strokes, enjoying the tight, warm grip of her pussy around my cock.
My wife kept talking softly.
"Naresh asked me if he can see me in bra and panties. I told him no at first. Then I said only if you give permission I will show him."
Hearing my wife say that Naresh wanted to see her in bra and panties made me even more excited. I started thrusting harder and told her in a horny tone,
"It is okay, Sudha. Feel free to show yourself to him in your bra and panties if he asks again. I don’t mind at all."
My horny tone began making my wife horny too. Her pussy became wetter, but she still said softly,
"No Rajesh, I should not do that. But if you really want me to, I will do it."
While I continued fucking her pussy with deep strokes, my wife began telling me more.
"When I fed him the Gulab Jamun, he tasted the place where I had bitten. And when he tried to feed me, our lips touched by accident. He sucked my lips a little."
The moment she described Naresh sucking her lips, I could not hold it any more. I started fucking her pussy with fast, hard thrusts, driven by intense jealousy and arousal.
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 deep inside her, breathing heavily, my mind filled with the image of Naresh sucking my wife’s lips and enjoying her body while she innocently allowed it.
My wife hugged me tightly, still thinking everything was innocent, while I lay there burning with hidden arousal, knowing the hug and the feeding had been far more intimate than she realized.
The next morning, as I was about to leave for court, my wife stood with me at the portico. She looked a little shy and apologetic as she spoke.
"Rajesh, about yesterday… when Naresh kissed my lips, it was really just an accident. I turned my head at the same moment he was trying to kiss my cheek. Our lips touched suddenly. He didn’t mean to kiss me on the lips. It happened very quickly." my wife explained in detail, her voice soft and sincere.
While she was explaining, I felt a strong wave of temptation and horniness rush through me. I quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching, then reached down and grabbed her pussy over her nighty. Since she was not wearing any petticoat or panties underneath, I could clearly feel the soft shape of her pussy lips through the thin fabric. I squeezed her pussy gently while whispering into her ear,
"It is okay, Sudha. Except these pussy lips, Naresh is allowed to kiss you anywhere. I won’t mind."
My wife looked surprised but also a little aroused by my words and touch. She whispered back,
"I can even let him kiss my lips if you want… but only if you are really okay with it."
I felt another surge of horniness and replied in a low, excited voice,
"It’s okay. It’s your wish. If he kisses your lips, I won’t mind at all."
Just then, Naresh came to our portico wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I quickly took my hand off my wife’s pussy over her nighty.
Naresh greeted us and then spoke reluctantly but directly,
"Rajesh anna, in the US it is very common to see women in bikinis on the beach. They wear even less than bra and panties sometimes. It is completely normal there. So I was thinking… if Sudha Aunty is okay, I would like to see her in her bra and panties. Just once."
Listening to Naresh openly say he wanted to see my wife in her bra and panties made me extremely horny. My cock throbbed hard inside my trousers as I imagined him seeing her voluptuous body in just bra and panties. I tried to keep my voice steady and said,
"I don’t mind if Sudha shows you. It is fine with me."
My wife immediately said,
"No, Naresh. I can’t do that."
Naresh looked excited but tried to keep a casual face and said,
"But Rajesh anna already agreed. As promised, you should show me in your bra and panties."
He playfully tried to lift the hem of my wife’s nighty. My wife laughed, thinking it was just playful teasing, and stepped back.
"Stop it, Naresh!" she said, laughing.
Naresh grinned and began chasing her lightly in our front garden grass.
"Come on, Sudha Aunty! Just show me once!"
My wife ran around laughing, saying "No, no!" while Naresh chased her. He suddenly jumped and pinned her down gently on the grass. They ended up rolling a little, and Naresh landed on top of her. He hugged her tightly, his body pressing down on hers. His cock had slipped out through the leg hole of his shorts (he was not wearing underwear) and was rubbing all over my wife’s pussy over her nighty.
My wife was laughing hard and trying to push him off, saying,
"Naresh, get up please! I am not wearing bra and panties right now. I will show you later."
But Naresh kept kissing her all over her face and neck. His hands were around her, and her arms were wrapped around his neck. He rubbed his hard cock repeatedly over her pussy over the nighty. My wife was still laughing and struggling lightly, thinking it was all playful.
I stood there watching. I pretended to laugh as if it was funny, but inside I was extremely horny watching my wife being dry-humped and almost fucked by Naresh on the grass.
During the struggle, my wife’s nighty rode up till her inner thighs. Naresh’s cock tip brushed against her soft inner thighs. He hugged her even tighter and suddenly came hard. Thick cum spurted out and landed all over my wife’s inner thighs and lower belly.
My wife was still laughing, unaware of what had just happened, while Naresh breathed heavily on top of her.
Naresh’s facial expression suddenly changed. The playful excitement disappeared, replaced by a look of shock and guilt. He quickly got off my wife and stood up, his face turning red with embarrassment.
He looked at my wife with apologetic eyes and said in a shaky voice,
"Sudha Aunty… I am so sorry. It happened without my knowledge. I didn’t mean to… I am really sorry."
My wife looked at his apologetic face. He looked exactly like her younger brother Ramu when he used to apologise for some small mistake. Her heart softened immediately. She felt sorry for him and saw him as her little brother who had done something by accident.
She sat up on the grass and began wiping his cum off her inner thighs using the edge of her nighty. While wiping, she gently wiped the tears that had formed in his eyes with her fingers and spoke to him in a soft, motherly voice,
"It’s okay, Naresh. Don’t worry. These things happen. It used to happen with my brother Ramu also while playing. You are still a young boy. Don’t feel bad about it."
Naresh apologised again, his voice cracking,
"I am really sorry, Sudha Aunty. Please forgive me."
Before my wife could say anything more, Naresh turned around and ran back towards his house as fast as he could. My wife called out after him,
"Naresh! Naresh, come back! It’s okay!"
But he kept running without looking back and disappeared into his house.
My wife stood up, still holding the edge of her nighty, and looked at me with a worried and sympathetic expression.
"He looked so sad and guilty, Rajesh. Just like Ramu used to look when he made a mistake. I feel bad for him."
I walked closer to her and said calmly,
"Don’t worry, Sudha. He will be fine. He is a young boy. These things happen. Go and get ready. I have to leave for court."
My wife nodded, still looking in the direction Naresh had run.
"This would also happen to my brother while playing with me sometimes. Boys are like that at this age."
I reassured her again,
"Yes, exactly. Don’t worry about it. He will be fine by evening."
I kissed her forehead gently and left for court, while my wife stood there for a moment, still feeling sorry for Naresh, thinking of him as her innocent little brother.
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