19-04-2026, 11:55 AM
That night I came home late from court. My wife had already finished all her chores and was waiting for me in bed wearing her white nighty. As soon as I lay down beside her, she turned towards me and began telling me everything that had happened during the day.
"Rajesh, today I went to the market in my pink chiffon saree and matching sleeveless pink blouse. The saree was very light and thin. It was dbangd low on my wide hips, so my deep navel was completely exposed. The thin saree material stuck to my body because of the heat and sweat. My massive heavy boobs were bouncing inside the tight sleeveless blouse with every step I took, and my nipples were poking hard over the blouse. When I came back home I was sweating a lot. The saree was clinging to my plump round ass cheeks and my thighs felt sticky. I was feeling very tired and hot."
While she was speaking, 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 her nipples, rubbing her pussy lips, and stroking her ass cheeks.
My wife continued telling the story.
"As soon as I came home and was about to change, Naresh came inside the house. He started apologising again and again about what happened in the morning. He looked so embarrassed. I told him not to worry, these things happen. It used to happen with my brother Ramu also while playing."
She paused for a moment, then continued,
"Then he asked me again if he can see me in my bra and panties. I felt sympathy for him because he was feeling so bad about the morning incident. I thought showing myself in bra and panties would help him come out of that embarrassment. And I also remembered that you told me you did not mind. So I agreed."
While I was slowly thrusting my cock inside her warm pussy, my wife told me in detail how she removed her clothes.
"I first removed my pink chiffon saree. I untucked the pallu and pulled the saree down slowly. After removing the saree, I was only in my pink blouse and pink petticoat. Then I unhooked the front hooks of my pink blouse one by one and removed it. After that I untied my pink petticoat and let it fall. I was only in my white bra and brown panties."
Her innocent description made me extremely horny. I started fucking her pussy faster.
My wife continued,
"Then Naresh asked if he can have a kiss. Since you told me you did not mind, I let him kiss my lips. He hugged me tightly only in my white bra and brown panties. My arms were wrapped around his neck. He kissed my lips deeply. He took my upper lip between his lips and sucked it slowly and gently, pulling the soft flesh into his mouth. Then he moved to my lower lip, sucking it with more pressure, tasting it with his tongue. His lips were warm and wet. He kissed me again and again, sucking both my lips one after the other, gently biting and pulling them while pressing his body tightly against mine."
The moment she described Naresh sucking her lips so intimately, 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 while she stood in front of him in just her white bra and brown panties.
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.
In the following days, Naresh began coming to our house almost every day. He would arrive in the evening, usually after my wife finished her household work. He always came with the excuse of returning the tiffin box or asking for some help with studies, but his real intention was clear to me.
Every time he came, he would immediately go to my wife and greet her with a tight hug. He would make her wrap her arms around his neck and press his body firmly against hers. His hands would slide down her back and rest just above her plump round ass cheeks, gently squeezing them over the saree or nighty. He would hold the hug for a long time, feeling her massive heavy boobs crushing against his chest and her deep navel touching his body.
After the hug, he would kiss her cheeks repeatedly. He would kiss one cheek, then the other, sometimes sucking the soft skin gently between his lips, leaving small wet marks. My wife would laugh softly and pat his head, thinking it was innocent brotherly affection, just like how her real brother Ramu used to greet her.
Though he almost daily kept begging my wife for a lip kiss, my wife always refused politely but firmly.
One evening, while my wife was in the kitchen, Naresh came and hugged her from behind. He pressed his chest against her back and whispered,
"Sudha Aunty, please… just one lip kiss. I want to show you how much I love you as my sister."
My wife smiled and gently pushed him away, saying,
"No, Naresh. Lips are only for my husband. I can hug you and kiss your cheeks, but not on the lips. That is not right."
Naresh would look sad for a moment, but he never gave up. The next day he would come again, hug her tightly, kiss her cheeks many times, and beg for a lip kiss once more. My wife would always refuse with the same gentle smile.
I watched all of this silently. Every time Naresh hugged my wife and kissed her cheeks, his hands roaming on her back and ass cheeks, and every time he begged for a lip kiss, I felt a strong mix of jealousy and arousal. My cock would grow hard, but I never showed it on my face. I let it continue because my wife was happy thinking she had found another little brother, and Naresh was the only friendly neighbour we had left.
My wife remained completely innocent. She treated Naresh with pure sisterly love — cooking for him, feeding him with her hands, hugging him warmly, and kissing his cheeks. Naresh, on the other hand, enjoyed every moment, pressing his body against her voluptuous figure, feeling her massive heavy boobs, squeezing her ass cheeks, and begging for more every single day.
This daily routine of hugs, cheek kisses, and repeated requests for lip kisses became a normal part of our life. My wife stayed loyal and innocent, while I burned silently with hidden arousal every time I witnessed their interactions.
In the following days, Naresh and my wife began wrestling playfully almost every day inside our house. What started as innocent brother-sister play quickly turned into something more physical.
Naresh would come in the evening and challenge my wife to a “wrestling match” like he used to do with his friends. My wife, thinking it was just playful fun like she had with her younger brother Ramu, would laugh and agree. They would start wrestling on the floor of the hall or in the living room.
Naresh was stronger and would quickly pin my wife down on the floor. He would lie on top of her, pressing his body fully against hers. His hard cock (still inside his shorts) would rub repeatedly against her pussy over the saree. He would grind his hips in circles, dry-humping her while pretending it was part of the wrestling game. His hands would roam all over her body — squeezing her massive heavy boobs over the blouse, grabbing her plump round ass cheeks, and pressing his crotch harder against her.
My wife would laugh loudly and struggle playfully underneath him, trying to push him off, completely unaware that Naresh was using the “game” to rub his cock against her. She would say things like,
"Naresh, you are too strong! Get off me!"
But Naresh would keep grinding, his cock getting harder and harder inside his shorts. Within a few minutes, he would cum. Thick cum would spurt out through the leg hole of his shorts and land all over my wife’s saree — on her thighs, on her lower belly, and sometimes even on the front of her saree near her pussy area. The white sticky cum would make wet patches on the thin saree material.
My wife would feel the warmth and wetness but would think it was just sweat from the wrestling. She would laugh and say,
"See, you made me all sweaty! Now get up!"
Naresh would get off her with a satisfied face, pretending nothing had happened, while my wife stood up and adjusted her saree, the cum stains slowly soaking into the fabric.
This playful wrestling became a daily routine. Almost every evening Naresh would come, challenge my wife, pin her down, rub his cock against her pussy over the saree, and cum all over her clothes while she laughed innocently, thinking it was just brotherly play.
I watched these scenes silently from different parts of the house. Seeing Naresh dry-humping my wife and cumming on her saree every day made me extremely horny, but I never said anything. My wife remained completely innocent and happy, treating Naresh like her real younger brother, while Naresh took full advantage of her trust and my silence.
In the following days, Naresh became much bolder. He started coming to our house almost every evening. I would be sitting in the living room studying my court case files, but my attention would always drift towards the kitchen where my wife was working.
Naresh would greet me with a quick “Hi Anna” and then completely ignore me, focusing entirely on my wife. He would go straight to the kitchen and hug her from behind while she was cooking or cleaning. His hands would rest on her soft rounded belly or slide up slightly to feel the underside of her massive heavy boobs over the blouse. My wife would laugh softly, thinking it was brotherly affection.
While hugging her, he would casually ask about her innerwear.
"Sudha Akka, what colour bra and panties are you wearing today?"
My wife, still completely innocent, would answer while continuing her work.
"Today I am wearing a white bra and pink panties, Naresh."
Naresh’s eyes would light up. He would ask further, his voice soft but curious,
"Is the white bra comfortable? Does it feel tight on your chest?"
My wife would reply naturally,
"It feels okay. Sometimes it feels a little tight when I move a lot, but it holds everything comfortably."
Naresh would continue,
"And the pink panties? Are they comfortable? Do they feel good when you walk?"
My wife would smile innocently and answer,
"Yes, they are very comfortable. They fit well and don’t irritate. They cover everything properly."
I sat in the living room pretending to study my case files, but my eyes were fixed on them. The way Naresh was enjoying my wife’s innocent answers and getting aroused made me extremely horny. I felt a strong mix of jealousy and secret pleasure. My cock grew hard inside my dhoti as I watched them, but I kept my face calm and continued turning the pages of the file.
Naresh would then playfully try to lift the hem of my wife’s saree along with her petticoat to see the colour of her pink panties. My wife would laugh and try to stop him, saying,
"Naresh, stop it! Don’t lift my saree!"
This would always end up in playful wrestling. Naresh would chase her around the kitchen or pin her down on the floor. He would lie on top of her, grinding his hard cock (inside his shorts) against her pussy over the saree. He would rub and hump her shamelessly while pretending it was part of the game. My wife would laugh loudly and struggle playfully underneath him, completely unaware that Naresh was using the moment to dry-hump her.
Within a few minutes of grinding, Naresh would cum hard. Thick cum would leak out through the leg hole of his shorts and spill all over my wife’s saree — on her thighs, on her lower belly, and sometimes near her pussy area. The white sticky patches would soak into the saree material.
My wife would think it was just sweat from playing and would laugh, saying,
"See, you made me all messy again!"
Naresh would get up with a satisfied face and act innocent, while my wife continued her work as if nothing had happened.
I sat there in the living room, watching every moment while pretending to study. The sight of Naresh hugging my wife from behind, asking intimate questions, and then wrestling and cumming on her saree made me extremely aroused. I secretly enjoyed the way he was lusting after my wife while she remained pure and unaware.
One evening Naresh came to our house while my wife was in the living room arranging all the law books on the shelf. She was wearing a beautiful red saree dbangd low on her wide hips, her deep navel fully exposed. I was sitting on the sofa studying my case files.
Naresh entered, said a quick “Hi Anna” to me, and went straight to my wife. He hugged her from behind tightly, pressing his body against her back.
"Sudha Akka, I had a very bad day today. And I have to go back to the US in a week. I will miss you all so much." he said, sounding sad.
My wife turned around, feeling sorry for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, her massive heavy boobs pressing against his chest.
"Don’t be sad, Naresh. I will miss you too. You have become like my own younger brother." my wife said emotionally.
While they were hugging, Naresh asked softly,
"Sudha Akka, can I see you in your bra and panties? Just once before I go?"
My wife looked at me with emotional eyes. I was already feeling very horny. I nodded to her, giving permission.
My wife smiled gently at Naresh and began removing her clothes innocently, thinking she was making her “little brother” happy before he left.
She first untucked the pallu of her red saree from her waist. She pulled the pallu slowly across her chest, letting it slide off her massive heavy boobs. Then she unwrapped the saree from around her wide hips, turning her body slightly as the red fabric unwound layer by layer. The saree gradually slipped down her thick juicy thighs and pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her red blouse and red petticoat. Her deep navel and soft rounded belly were now fully visible, and the red petticoat hugged her plump round ass cheeks tightly.
Next, she unhooked the front hooks of her red blouse one by one, starting from the top. As each hook opened, more of her cleavage and the white bra underneath became visible. She slid the blouse off her shoulders and arms, revealing the white bra that cupped her massive heavy boobs firmly. The white bra straps rested on her shoulders, and the cups held her heavy boobs in place, making them look even fuller.
Finally, she untied the knot of her red petticoat at her waist. She loosened the drawstring and let the petticoat slide down her wide hips and thick juicy thighs, stepping out of it gracefully. She was now standing only in her black bra and black panties. The black bra held her massive heavy boobs snugly. The black panties hugged her pussy and plump round ass cheeks tightly, the waistband sitting just below her deep navel. She looked incredibly hot and sensual — her massive heavy boobs rising and falling with each breath, her deep inviting navel, her wide fertile hips, and her thick juicy thighs and plump ass cheeks perfectly outlined in the simple black bra and black panties.
My wife looked at Naresh with an emotional, sisterly smile and asked softly,
"Are you happy now, Naresh? I showed you because you are like my little brother and you are going away soon."
Naresh’s cock was already rock hard inside his shorts, creating a visible bulge. He was breathing heavily but tried to control his excitement.
He then asked,
"Sudha Akka, can we wrestle one last time before I go?"
My wife looked at me emotionally. I stood up, walked near them, and told her in a calm but emotionally charged tone,
"It is okay, Sudha. He is going soon. Go ahead and play wrestling with him in our bedroom."
My wife took Naresh’s hand and led him inside our bedroom. They both got on top of our bed.
As soon as they started wrestling, Naresh became very bold and intense. He grabbed my wife’s wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, using his full body weight to keep her down on her back. He was rough and strong, his hips grinding aggressively against her. While pretending it was part of the wrestling game, he began kissing her all over her body from head to toe. He started at her forehead, kissing it softly, then moved to her closed eyes, planting gentle kisses on her eyelids. He kissed her cheeks, sucking the skin of her cheeks between his lips. He kissed along her jawline, then moved lower and kissed the upper swells of her massive heavy boobs above the black bra cups, sucking the soft flesh of her boobs. He kissed her deep navel, pushing his tongue inside it and sucking around the rim. He moved down to her thick juicy thighs, kissing and sucking the inner thighs, then turned her slightly to kiss and suck her plump round ass cheeks over the black panties.
My wife, feeling emotional because he was leaving soon, tried to push him off, her voice turning emotional and slightly resistant.
"Naresh, stop… this is getting too rough. Please get up."
But Naresh was too strong and too horny. He ignored her protests and continued pinning her down forcefully, grinding his hard cock (still inside his shorts) aggressively against her pussy over the black panties. He was almost banging her with dry humping, his hips moving roughly and desperately, his body slamming against hers again and again.
Only when he was right on the edge of climax did he lean down and kiss her lips. My wife, wanting to give him a passionate brotherly memory before he left, kissed him back passionately. She pressed her lips firmly against his, sucking his lower lip with love, then his upper lip, moving her lips with emotional warmth and affection, as if pouring all her sisterly love into that one kiss so he could remember her forever when he went back to the US.
The moment my wife started kissing him back so passionately, Naresh could not control himself. He ground his cock harder and faster against her pussy over the black panties and came hard inside his shorts. Thick cum leaked out through the leg hole and spilled all over my wife’s inner thighs and black panties, making wet, sticky patches on her skin and black panties.
My wife hugged him tight and told him softly,
"Don’t worry, Naresh. It happens. It used to happen with my brother Ramu also while playing. It is okay."
Naresh lay on top of her, breathing heavily, while my wife comforted him innocently, still thinking everything was pure brotherly affection.
I watched the entire scene from the doorway, my cock throbbing with intense arousal and jealousy, but I remained silent.
After Naresh came, he lay on top of my wife completely exhausted, breathing heavily, his body limp. My wife gently helped him get up, holding his shoulders.
"Naresh, are you okay? Come, get up slowly." she said softly, still emotional.
I also walked closer and helped Naresh sit on the edge of the bed. He looked tired and guilty.
Naresh looked at me and said weakly,
"Rajesh Anna… Sudha Akka’s kiss made me lose control completely. I could not stop myself."
I placed my hand on his shoulder and said calmly,
"It is okay, Naresh. Don’t feel bad. These things happen."
Naresh nodded slowly, still breathing hard.
My wife, still sitting on the bed in only her black bra and black panties, asked him casually,
"Naresh, how many days are left for you to go back to the US?"
Naresh replied in a low voice,
"Only 6 days, Sudha Akka. I will be leaving in 6 days. I don’t know when I will come back again."
Hearing that, my wife became emotional. She pulled Naresh into a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him closely, her massive heavy boobs pressing against his chest.
"I will miss you a lot, Naresh. You have become like my own younger brother." she whispered emotionally.
After the long hug, my wife slowly got up from the bed to wear her clothes while Naresh sat there watching her with tired but hungry eyes.
She first picked up her red petticoat. She stepped into it and pulled it up her thick juicy thighs. She tied the knot low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel, so her deep navel and soft belly stayed fully exposed. The red petticoat hugged her plump round ass cheeks tightly.
Next, she picked up her red blouse. She slid her arms into the sleeves and hooked the front hooks one by one. The tight red blouse cupped her massive heavy boobs firmly, making them push forward and look even bigger. Her nipples poked slightly over the blouse.
Finally, she picked up her red saree. She tucked one end into her petticoat at her waist and began wrapping it around her wide hips. She pleated the saree neatly and tucked the pleats in front, then dbangd the pallu over her shoulder. The red saree once again sat low on her hips, fully exposing her deep navel. The saree material clung to her massive heavy boobs, plump round ass cheeks, and thick juicy thighs.
Naresh watched every movement silently, his eyes fixed on her body as she dressed.
After she finished wearing her saree, my wife gave Naresh one more emotional hug. Then Naresh slowly left our house.
After Naresh left our house, my wife and I were alone in the bedroom. She was still wearing her red saree. She looked at me with a slightly guilty and emotional face, then came closer and spoke softly.
"Rajesh, I am sorry for kissing Naresh back on his lips. I did it only to make him feel good because he is leaving soon. He looked so sad. I wanted to give him a nice memory as his sister."
I looked at her playfully and raised my voice a little, pretending to be angry.
"Sudha, why are you apologising to me? I am your husband. You don’t have to say sorry for anything. I already told you clearly that it is okay with me if you kiss him on the lips. I meant it."
My wife looked at me with soft eyes and replied,
"I know, Rajesh. I kissed him back only because you already told me it was okay. I would never do anything without your permission. I just wanted to make him happy before he goes."
We both looked at each other for a moment and then smiled warmly. The smile slowly turned into light laughter as we realised how openly we were talking about it.
My wife came closer and hugged me gently, her massive heavy boobs pressing against my chest over her red saree.
"You are the best husband, Rajesh. Thank you for understanding me." she whispered.
After the hug, my wife stepped back and said casually,
"Rajesh, I need to take a shower now. I am feeling sticky after all that wrestling. I will go to the bathroom."
She gave me one more small smile and walked towards the bathroom, her red saree swaying over her wide hips and plump round ass cheeks.
I watched her go, my cock still half-hard from everything that had happened. Even though she had passionately kissed Naresh just minutes ago, she was now going to shower like nothing unusual had occurred, still thinking of him only as her innocent little brother.
"Rajesh, today I went to the market in my pink chiffon saree and matching sleeveless pink blouse. The saree was very light and thin. It was dbangd low on my wide hips, so my deep navel was completely exposed. The thin saree material stuck to my body because of the heat and sweat. My massive heavy boobs were bouncing inside the tight sleeveless blouse with every step I took, and my nipples were poking hard over the blouse. When I came back home I was sweating a lot. The saree was clinging to my plump round ass cheeks and my thighs felt sticky. I was feeling very tired and hot."
While she was speaking, 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 her nipples, rubbing her pussy lips, and stroking her ass cheeks.
My wife continued telling the story.
"As soon as I came home and was about to change, Naresh came inside the house. He started apologising again and again about what happened in the morning. He looked so embarrassed. I told him not to worry, these things happen. It used to happen with my brother Ramu also while playing."
She paused for a moment, then continued,
"Then he asked me again if he can see me in my bra and panties. I felt sympathy for him because he was feeling so bad about the morning incident. I thought showing myself in bra and panties would help him come out of that embarrassment. And I also remembered that you told me you did not mind. So I agreed."
While I was slowly thrusting my cock inside her warm pussy, my wife told me in detail how she removed her clothes.
"I first removed my pink chiffon saree. I untucked the pallu and pulled the saree down slowly. After removing the saree, I was only in my pink blouse and pink petticoat. Then I unhooked the front hooks of my pink blouse one by one and removed it. After that I untied my pink petticoat and let it fall. I was only in my white bra and brown panties."
Her innocent description made me extremely horny. I started fucking her pussy faster.
My wife continued,
"Then Naresh asked if he can have a kiss. Since you told me you did not mind, I let him kiss my lips. He hugged me tightly only in my white bra and brown panties. My arms were wrapped around his neck. He kissed my lips deeply. He took my upper lip between his lips and sucked it slowly and gently, pulling the soft flesh into his mouth. Then he moved to my lower lip, sucking it with more pressure, tasting it with his tongue. His lips were warm and wet. He kissed me again and again, sucking both my lips one after the other, gently biting and pulling them while pressing his body tightly against mine."
The moment she described Naresh sucking her lips so intimately, 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 while she stood in front of him in just her white bra and brown panties.
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.
In the following days, Naresh began coming to our house almost every day. He would arrive in the evening, usually after my wife finished her household work. He always came with the excuse of returning the tiffin box or asking for some help with studies, but his real intention was clear to me.
Every time he came, he would immediately go to my wife and greet her with a tight hug. He would make her wrap her arms around his neck and press his body firmly against hers. His hands would slide down her back and rest just above her plump round ass cheeks, gently squeezing them over the saree or nighty. He would hold the hug for a long time, feeling her massive heavy boobs crushing against his chest and her deep navel touching his body.
After the hug, he would kiss her cheeks repeatedly. He would kiss one cheek, then the other, sometimes sucking the soft skin gently between his lips, leaving small wet marks. My wife would laugh softly and pat his head, thinking it was innocent brotherly affection, just like how her real brother Ramu used to greet her.
Though he almost daily kept begging my wife for a lip kiss, my wife always refused politely but firmly.
One evening, while my wife was in the kitchen, Naresh came and hugged her from behind. He pressed his chest against her back and whispered,
"Sudha Aunty, please… just one lip kiss. I want to show you how much I love you as my sister."
My wife smiled and gently pushed him away, saying,
"No, Naresh. Lips are only for my husband. I can hug you and kiss your cheeks, but not on the lips. That is not right."
Naresh would look sad for a moment, but he never gave up. The next day he would come again, hug her tightly, kiss her cheeks many times, and beg for a lip kiss once more. My wife would always refuse with the same gentle smile.
I watched all of this silently. Every time Naresh hugged my wife and kissed her cheeks, his hands roaming on her back and ass cheeks, and every time he begged for a lip kiss, I felt a strong mix of jealousy and arousal. My cock would grow hard, but I never showed it on my face. I let it continue because my wife was happy thinking she had found another little brother, and Naresh was the only friendly neighbour we had left.
My wife remained completely innocent. She treated Naresh with pure sisterly love — cooking for him, feeding him with her hands, hugging him warmly, and kissing his cheeks. Naresh, on the other hand, enjoyed every moment, pressing his body against her voluptuous figure, feeling her massive heavy boobs, squeezing her ass cheeks, and begging for more every single day.
This daily routine of hugs, cheek kisses, and repeated requests for lip kisses became a normal part of our life. My wife stayed loyal and innocent, while I burned silently with hidden arousal every time I witnessed their interactions.
In the following days, Naresh and my wife began wrestling playfully almost every day inside our house. What started as innocent brother-sister play quickly turned into something more physical.
Naresh would come in the evening and challenge my wife to a “wrestling match” like he used to do with his friends. My wife, thinking it was just playful fun like she had with her younger brother Ramu, would laugh and agree. They would start wrestling on the floor of the hall or in the living room.
Naresh was stronger and would quickly pin my wife down on the floor. He would lie on top of her, pressing his body fully against hers. His hard cock (still inside his shorts) would rub repeatedly against her pussy over the saree. He would grind his hips in circles, dry-humping her while pretending it was part of the wrestling game. His hands would roam all over her body — squeezing her massive heavy boobs over the blouse, grabbing her plump round ass cheeks, and pressing his crotch harder against her.
My wife would laugh loudly and struggle playfully underneath him, trying to push him off, completely unaware that Naresh was using the “game” to rub his cock against her. She would say things like,
"Naresh, you are too strong! Get off me!"
But Naresh would keep grinding, his cock getting harder and harder inside his shorts. Within a few minutes, he would cum. Thick cum would spurt out through the leg hole of his shorts and land all over my wife’s saree — on her thighs, on her lower belly, and sometimes even on the front of her saree near her pussy area. The white sticky cum would make wet patches on the thin saree material.
My wife would feel the warmth and wetness but would think it was just sweat from the wrestling. She would laugh and say,
"See, you made me all sweaty! Now get up!"
Naresh would get off her with a satisfied face, pretending nothing had happened, while my wife stood up and adjusted her saree, the cum stains slowly soaking into the fabric.
This playful wrestling became a daily routine. Almost every evening Naresh would come, challenge my wife, pin her down, rub his cock against her pussy over the saree, and cum all over her clothes while she laughed innocently, thinking it was just brotherly play.
I watched these scenes silently from different parts of the house. Seeing Naresh dry-humping my wife and cumming on her saree every day made me extremely horny, but I never said anything. My wife remained completely innocent and happy, treating Naresh like her real younger brother, while Naresh took full advantage of her trust and my silence.
In the following days, Naresh became much bolder. He started coming to our house almost every evening. I would be sitting in the living room studying my court case files, but my attention would always drift towards the kitchen where my wife was working.
Naresh would greet me with a quick “Hi Anna” and then completely ignore me, focusing entirely on my wife. He would go straight to the kitchen and hug her from behind while she was cooking or cleaning. His hands would rest on her soft rounded belly or slide up slightly to feel the underside of her massive heavy boobs over the blouse. My wife would laugh softly, thinking it was brotherly affection.
While hugging her, he would casually ask about her innerwear.
"Sudha Akka, what colour bra and panties are you wearing today?"
My wife, still completely innocent, would answer while continuing her work.
"Today I am wearing a white bra and pink panties, Naresh."
Naresh’s eyes would light up. He would ask further, his voice soft but curious,
"Is the white bra comfortable? Does it feel tight on your chest?"
My wife would reply naturally,
"It feels okay. Sometimes it feels a little tight when I move a lot, but it holds everything comfortably."
Naresh would continue,
"And the pink panties? Are they comfortable? Do they feel good when you walk?"
My wife would smile innocently and answer,
"Yes, they are very comfortable. They fit well and don’t irritate. They cover everything properly."
I sat in the living room pretending to study my case files, but my eyes were fixed on them. The way Naresh was enjoying my wife’s innocent answers and getting aroused made me extremely horny. I felt a strong mix of jealousy and secret pleasure. My cock grew hard inside my dhoti as I watched them, but I kept my face calm and continued turning the pages of the file.
Naresh would then playfully try to lift the hem of my wife’s saree along with her petticoat to see the colour of her pink panties. My wife would laugh and try to stop him, saying,
"Naresh, stop it! Don’t lift my saree!"
This would always end up in playful wrestling. Naresh would chase her around the kitchen or pin her down on the floor. He would lie on top of her, grinding his hard cock (inside his shorts) against her pussy over the saree. He would rub and hump her shamelessly while pretending it was part of the game. My wife would laugh loudly and struggle playfully underneath him, completely unaware that Naresh was using the moment to dry-hump her.
Within a few minutes of grinding, Naresh would cum hard. Thick cum would leak out through the leg hole of his shorts and spill all over my wife’s saree — on her thighs, on her lower belly, and sometimes near her pussy area. The white sticky patches would soak into the saree material.
My wife would think it was just sweat from playing and would laugh, saying,
"See, you made me all messy again!"
Naresh would get up with a satisfied face and act innocent, while my wife continued her work as if nothing had happened.
I sat there in the living room, watching every moment while pretending to study. The sight of Naresh hugging my wife from behind, asking intimate questions, and then wrestling and cumming on her saree made me extremely aroused. I secretly enjoyed the way he was lusting after my wife while she remained pure and unaware.
One evening Naresh came to our house while my wife was in the living room arranging all the law books on the shelf. She was wearing a beautiful red saree dbangd low on her wide hips, her deep navel fully exposed. I was sitting on the sofa studying my case files.
Naresh entered, said a quick “Hi Anna” to me, and went straight to my wife. He hugged her from behind tightly, pressing his body against her back.
"Sudha Akka, I had a very bad day today. And I have to go back to the US in a week. I will miss you all so much." he said, sounding sad.
My wife turned around, feeling sorry for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, her massive heavy boobs pressing against his chest.
"Don’t be sad, Naresh. I will miss you too. You have become like my own younger brother." my wife said emotionally.
While they were hugging, Naresh asked softly,
"Sudha Akka, can I see you in your bra and panties? Just once before I go?"
My wife looked at me with emotional eyes. I was already feeling very horny. I nodded to her, giving permission.
My wife smiled gently at Naresh and began removing her clothes innocently, thinking she was making her “little brother” happy before he left.
She first untucked the pallu of her red saree from her waist. She pulled the pallu slowly across her chest, letting it slide off her massive heavy boobs. Then she unwrapped the saree from around her wide hips, turning her body slightly as the red fabric unwound layer by layer. The saree gradually slipped down her thick juicy thighs and pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her red blouse and red petticoat. Her deep navel and soft rounded belly were now fully visible, and the red petticoat hugged her plump round ass cheeks tightly.
Next, she unhooked the front hooks of her red blouse one by one, starting from the top. As each hook opened, more of her cleavage and the white bra underneath became visible. She slid the blouse off her shoulders and arms, revealing the white bra that cupped her massive heavy boobs firmly. The white bra straps rested on her shoulders, and the cups held her heavy boobs in place, making them look even fuller.
Finally, she untied the knot of her red petticoat at her waist. She loosened the drawstring and let the petticoat slide down her wide hips and thick juicy thighs, stepping out of it gracefully. She was now standing only in her black bra and black panties. The black bra held her massive heavy boobs snugly. The black panties hugged her pussy and plump round ass cheeks tightly, the waistband sitting just below her deep navel. She looked incredibly hot and sensual — her massive heavy boobs rising and falling with each breath, her deep inviting navel, her wide fertile hips, and her thick juicy thighs and plump ass cheeks perfectly outlined in the simple black bra and black panties.
My wife looked at Naresh with an emotional, sisterly smile and asked softly,
"Are you happy now, Naresh? I showed you because you are like my little brother and you are going away soon."
Naresh’s cock was already rock hard inside his shorts, creating a visible bulge. He was breathing heavily but tried to control his excitement.
He then asked,
"Sudha Akka, can we wrestle one last time before I go?"
My wife looked at me emotionally. I stood up, walked near them, and told her in a calm but emotionally charged tone,
"It is okay, Sudha. He is going soon. Go ahead and play wrestling with him in our bedroom."
My wife took Naresh’s hand and led him inside our bedroom. They both got on top of our bed.
As soon as they started wrestling, Naresh became very bold and intense. He grabbed my wife’s wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, using his full body weight to keep her down on her back. He was rough and strong, his hips grinding aggressively against her. While pretending it was part of the wrestling game, he began kissing her all over her body from head to toe. He started at her forehead, kissing it softly, then moved to her closed eyes, planting gentle kisses on her eyelids. He kissed her cheeks, sucking the skin of her cheeks between his lips. He kissed along her jawline, then moved lower and kissed the upper swells of her massive heavy boobs above the black bra cups, sucking the soft flesh of her boobs. He kissed her deep navel, pushing his tongue inside it and sucking around the rim. He moved down to her thick juicy thighs, kissing and sucking the inner thighs, then turned her slightly to kiss and suck her plump round ass cheeks over the black panties.
My wife, feeling emotional because he was leaving soon, tried to push him off, her voice turning emotional and slightly resistant.
"Naresh, stop… this is getting too rough. Please get up."
But Naresh was too strong and too horny. He ignored her protests and continued pinning her down forcefully, grinding his hard cock (still inside his shorts) aggressively against her pussy over the black panties. He was almost banging her with dry humping, his hips moving roughly and desperately, his body slamming against hers again and again.
Only when he was right on the edge of climax did he lean down and kiss her lips. My wife, wanting to give him a passionate brotherly memory before he left, kissed him back passionately. She pressed her lips firmly against his, sucking his lower lip with love, then his upper lip, moving her lips with emotional warmth and affection, as if pouring all her sisterly love into that one kiss so he could remember her forever when he went back to the US.
The moment my wife started kissing him back so passionately, Naresh could not control himself. He ground his cock harder and faster against her pussy over the black panties and came hard inside his shorts. Thick cum leaked out through the leg hole and spilled all over my wife’s inner thighs and black panties, making wet, sticky patches on her skin and black panties.
My wife hugged him tight and told him softly,
"Don’t worry, Naresh. It happens. It used to happen with my brother Ramu also while playing. It is okay."
Naresh lay on top of her, breathing heavily, while my wife comforted him innocently, still thinking everything was pure brotherly affection.
I watched the entire scene from the doorway, my cock throbbing with intense arousal and jealousy, but I remained silent.
After Naresh came, he lay on top of my wife completely exhausted, breathing heavily, his body limp. My wife gently helped him get up, holding his shoulders.
"Naresh, are you okay? Come, get up slowly." she said softly, still emotional.
I also walked closer and helped Naresh sit on the edge of the bed. He looked tired and guilty.
Naresh looked at me and said weakly,
"Rajesh Anna… Sudha Akka’s kiss made me lose control completely. I could not stop myself."
I placed my hand on his shoulder and said calmly,
"It is okay, Naresh. Don’t feel bad. These things happen."
Naresh nodded slowly, still breathing hard.
My wife, still sitting on the bed in only her black bra and black panties, asked him casually,
"Naresh, how many days are left for you to go back to the US?"
Naresh replied in a low voice,
"Only 6 days, Sudha Akka. I will be leaving in 6 days. I don’t know when I will come back again."
Hearing that, my wife became emotional. She pulled Naresh into a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him closely, her massive heavy boobs pressing against his chest.
"I will miss you a lot, Naresh. You have become like my own younger brother." she whispered emotionally.
After the long hug, my wife slowly got up from the bed to wear her clothes while Naresh sat there watching her with tired but hungry eyes.
She first picked up her red petticoat. She stepped into it and pulled it up her thick juicy thighs. She tied the knot low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel, so her deep navel and soft belly stayed fully exposed. The red petticoat hugged her plump round ass cheeks tightly.
Next, she picked up her red blouse. She slid her arms into the sleeves and hooked the front hooks one by one. The tight red blouse cupped her massive heavy boobs firmly, making them push forward and look even bigger. Her nipples poked slightly over the blouse.
Finally, she picked up her red saree. She tucked one end into her petticoat at her waist and began wrapping it around her wide hips. She pleated the saree neatly and tucked the pleats in front, then dbangd the pallu over her shoulder. The red saree once again sat low on her hips, fully exposing her deep navel. The saree material clung to her massive heavy boobs, plump round ass cheeks, and thick juicy thighs.
Naresh watched every movement silently, his eyes fixed on her body as she dressed.
After she finished wearing her saree, my wife gave Naresh one more emotional hug. Then Naresh slowly left our house.
After Naresh left our house, my wife and I were alone in the bedroom. She was still wearing her red saree. She looked at me with a slightly guilty and emotional face, then came closer and spoke softly.
"Rajesh, I am sorry for kissing Naresh back on his lips. I did it only to make him feel good because he is leaving soon. He looked so sad. I wanted to give him a nice memory as his sister."
I looked at her playfully and raised my voice a little, pretending to be angry.
"Sudha, why are you apologising to me? I am your husband. You don’t have to say sorry for anything. I already told you clearly that it is okay with me if you kiss him on the lips. I meant it."
My wife looked at me with soft eyes and replied,
"I know, Rajesh. I kissed him back only because you already told me it was okay. I would never do anything without your permission. I just wanted to make him happy before he goes."
We both looked at each other for a moment and then smiled warmly. The smile slowly turned into light laughter as we realised how openly we were talking about it.
My wife came closer and hugged me gently, her massive heavy boobs pressing against my chest over her red saree.
"You are the best husband, Rajesh. Thank you for understanding me." she whispered.
After the hug, my wife stepped back and said casually,
"Rajesh, I need to take a shower now. I am feeling sticky after all that wrestling. I will go to the bathroom."
She gave me one more small smile and walked towards the bathroom, her red saree swaying over her wide hips and plump round ass cheeks.
I watched her go, my cock still half-hard from everything that had happened. Even though she had passionately kissed Naresh just minutes ago, she was now going to shower like nothing unusual had occurred, still thinking of him only as her innocent little brother.
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