19-04-2026, 11:56 AM
One afternoon while I was at home, my phone rang. It was the Marwadi from the pawn shop.
"Rajesh bhai, the interest on your wife’s gold has increased again. You pledged it for the house construction and the interest is now more than three lakhs. Every month it keeps growing. I am giving you only 10 days time to recover the gold and clear the entire dues. If you don’t pay within 10 days, we will have no choice but to auction the gold. Understand?"
I felt a cold fear run through my body. My hands started shaking slightly as I held the phone.
"10 days? Please give me some more time. I will arrange the money somehow." I said, my voice sounding weak.
The Marwadi replied firmly,
"No more time, Rajesh bhai. Exactly 10 days. After that the gold will go for auction."
He cut the call.
I sat there frozen, staring at the wall. My heart was beating fast. Where was I going to arrange so much money in just 10 days? We had already borrowed from everyone we knew and no one was ready to help anymore. The ancestral gold that my wife had given with so much love and sacrifice was now in real danger of being lost forever.
But even in that fear, a strange selfish thought entered my mind.
I decided right then that I would not tell my wife anything about this call or the 10-day ultimatum. I kept the entire conversation to myself.
The real reason I stayed silent was because I was secretly enjoying the way Naresh was using my wife’s innocence every single day. I loved watching him hug her tightly from behind while she cooked, kiss her cheeks and neck, wrestle with her on the floor, dry hump her, and rub his cock against her pussy over her saree or panties — all in the name of brotherly love. My wife remained completely innocent and emotional with him, treating him like her real younger brother and allowing him to enjoy her massive heavy boobs, plump round ass cheeks, and deep navel without realising anything.
If I told her about the gold problem and the 10-day deadline now, she would become tense and worried. She would lose her focus on Naresh. The daily visible treat I was getting — watching Naresh lust after and enjoy my wife’s body in the name of brotherly affection — would reduce or stop completely.
So I chose to keep everything hidden from her. I wanted this exciting show to continue for as long as possible, even if it meant risking the ancestral gold.
My wife still had no idea that her precious gold was now just 10 days away from being auctioned while she was busy showering Naresh with sisterly love and affection.
That night around 9 PM, my wife finished washing all the plates and vessels in the kitchen. She was wearing her usual white nighty with nothing underneath — no bra and no panties. The water motor was running loudly, pumping water from the sump to the sintex tank on the top of our house.
After finishing her work, she went to our sons’ bedroom, sat on the bed and told them a moral story until they fell asleep. I stood at the door watching her. She looked so beautiful and homely in that simple white nighty. She noticed me standing there and gave me a sweet smile.
I smiled back, but inside my mind I was torn. Should I tell her about the Marwadi’s call and the 10-day deadline to recover her ancestral gold? I was scared of how she would react — she might get tense, cry, or start worrying the whole day. At the same time, I was enjoying the way Naresh was playing with her innocence every day. I didn’t want her to lose focus on him.
Just then, the water motor alarm rang loudly, signalling that the tank was full. My wife got up and went outside to switch off the motor. I followed her slowly.
As she walked towards the motor switch in the open compound, two strangers in their 30s were standing just outside our gate. The moment she came under the bright compound light, her white nighty became slightly transparent. The silhouette of her body was clearly visible — her massive heavy boobs with dark nipples poking out, her deep navel, wide hips, thick juicy thighs, and the faint outline of her pussy and plump round ass cheeks.
The two men stared shamelessly at her body.
One of them called out,
"Madam, excuse me… can you tell us the address of the new apartment behind this street?"
My wife, completely unaware of how she looked under the light, walked closer to the gate and started explaining innocently,
"Go straight from here, then take the first right, walk about 200 metres and you will see the new apartment on your left side."
While she was explaining the route, the two men had their hands inside their pockets and were quietly jerking off, their eyes fixed on her boobs and pussy area visible through the nighty. My wife did not notice anything.
I felt extremely horny and excited watching them lust after my wife. I walked up behind her, stood very close and playfully squeezed her massive heavy boobs over her white nighty with both hands.
The feel was incredible. Since she was not wearing any bra, her massive heavy boobs were completely soft and free inside the nighty. My fingers sank deep into the warm, heavy flesh of her boobs. I could feel the full weight and softness of her boobs filling my palms completely. Her hard nipples poked firmly against my palms as I squeezed and kneaded her boobs. The soft flesh of her boobs jiggled and spilled between my fingers with every press. It felt so heavy, so full, and so incredibly soft.
My wife gasped and quickly pulled my hands off her boobs.
"Rajesh! What are you doing?" she whispered, embarrassed.
The two strangers could not control themselves anymore. They came quietly inside their pants while still staring at my wife. After a few seconds they thanked her politely and walked away quickly.
My wife turned to me with a shy but slightly angry look and said,
"Why did you do that in front of strangers?"
I just smiled at her without answering.
After the two strangers left, my wife switched off the water motor. She turned to me and said softly,
"Rajesh, you go to bed. I will put our sons to sleep properly and then join you."
I nodded and walked inside the house. My wife followed a few steps behind me to go back to the boys’ room.
As she walked, her white nighty moved with her body. Since she was not wearing any bra or panties underneath, her massive heavy boobs jiggled freely inside the nighty with every step she took. The heavy boobs bounced up and down, swaying from side to side. Her hard nipples poked clearly against the nighty as her boobs moved.
Her plump round ass cheeks also jiggled noticeably with each step. The soft, heavy ass cheeks swayed and bounced inside the nighty, the round shape clearly visible as the nighty moved with her wide hips. Her thick juicy thighs rubbed together slightly, causing the nighty to sway gently around her legs.
I watched her from behind as she walked towards the sons’ bedroom, her boobs and ass cheeks jiggling naturally and heavily with every movement.
I went to our bedroom, lay down on the bed and waited for her. While lying there, my mind kept thinking about the Marwadi’s call and the 10-day deadline to recover her ancestral gold. Should I tell her tonight? Or should I keep hiding it so that she continues focusing on Naresh and I can keep enjoying the show? The thought kept circling in my head as I waited for my wife to join me in bed.
When my wife joined me in bed, she came happily with a big smile on her face. She adjusted her white nighty, pulling it down a little over her massive heavy boobs and wide hips, then climbed on top of the bed and lay down next to me.
She turned towards me, still smiling, and said happily,
"Rajesh, I have noticed a lot of changes in you recently. Earlier you used to get so possessive and angry if any man even looked at me. But now you are so different. You don’t get angry anymore. I like this new you."
I smiled at her and asked playfully,
"Is that a bad thing, Sudha?"
She shook her head, her eyes shining with excitement. Her voice became a little husky and horny as she replied,
"No Rajesh, it is not bad at all. I like you being this free and liberal. It makes me feel so good. I really like the change in you."
She slid her hand under my lungi and grabbed my underwear. With a teasing smile she pulled my underwear down, freeing my cock. She looked at my cock and said in a naughty, loving tone,
"Today I am going to give you a special treat for the nice change I have seen in you. Just relax and enjoy, okay?"
She moved down between my legs, took my cock in her hand and slowly licked the head of my cock with her warm tongue.
"Mmm Rajesh… I love how understanding you have become," she whispered, then took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked gently.
She moved her head up and down slowly, taking more of my cock into her mouth each time. Her tongue swirled around the head while she sucked.
"Earlier you used to get so jealous… but now you are so relaxed… it feels so nice," she said softly, then took my cock deeper into her mouth again.
Her lips moved up and down the length of my cock in a slow, sensual rhythm. She looked up at me with loving eyes while sucking.
"Do you really like this new side of yourself?" she asked, then sucked harder, her mouth making wet sounds around my cock.
"Yes Sudha… I like it," I groaned.
She smiled around my cock and continued,
"Good… because I love this new liberal Rajesh… I love that you are giving me more freedom…"
She took my cock all the way to the back of her throat, held it there for a moment, then slid back up slowly, licking the entire length.
"Mmm… your cock is so hard tonight… is it because you are enjoying this change too?" she teased, then sucked faster, her head bobbing steadily.
While still sucking my cock she looked up at me and asked playfully,
"Rajesh… if I start wearing more revealing clothes… like sarees with very deep neck blouses that show more of my boobs… or shorter nighties that barely cover my ass cheeks… would you mind?"
She gave my cock a long, slow suck before continuing,
"And what if I wear tight salwar kameez where my boobs push out clearly and the panty line is visible over my ass cheeks… would you get jealous if other men stare at me?"
"No Sudha… I won’t mind," I moaned.
She smiled and sucked harder for a few seconds, then asked again with a naughty tone,
"Really? Even if they openly stare at my boobs when I wear low-cut blouses… or at my ass cheeks when the saree is dbangd very low… you won’t get possessive like before?"
"No… I won’t get possessive," I replied, breathing heavily.
She took my cock deep into her mouth again, sucking passionately, then pulled back and asked with a horny smile,
"So you are saying… you would be okay if I dress much sexier and other men ogle at my boobs and ass cheeks openly?"
"Yes… I am okay with it," I groaned.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She sucked my cock faster and deeper while talking between strokes,
"Mmm… I love this new you… I feel so free now… I can wear whatever I want… low neck blouses, transparent sarees, short nighties… and you won’t get angry…"
She kept sucking with more passion, her head moving up and down steadily, her tongue working skillfully around my cock.
I could feel the pressure building strongly inside me as her warm, wet mouth continued its slow, teasing rhythm.
My wife continued sucking my cock with slow, loving strokes. I gently brushed her long hair with my fingers and caressed her soft cheeks while she worked her warm mouth up and down my cock.
I spoke softly, my voice thick with arousal,
"Sudha, those two men outside… they were not really asking for an address. They were openly ogling at you. When you walked under the light in your white nighty, they could see everything. Their eyes were fixed on your massive heavy boobs and hard nipples poking through the nighty. One of them kept staring at your pussy area and the shape of your plump round ass cheeks. They were licking their lips while you explained the route."
My wife moaned around my cock, clearly excited by my words. She grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed them tightly.
"You naughty husband!" she giggled, still sucking the head of my cock. "I love this new change in you. Earlier you would have been so angry and possessive. But now you get horny watching other men ogle at your wife. It feels so good."
She squeezed my ass cheeks again and kissed my belly happily, her lips pressing softly against my skin in excitement.
"If you had told me earlier that it excites you when men stare at me, I would have teased them more," she said, kissing my belly again and again. "I would have stood there longer, turned around slowly so they could see my ass cheeks better, or bent down a little so my boobs would hang and jiggle inside the nighty."
Her hands played with my ass cheeks excitedly as she continued,
"I could have even invited them inside the compound and asked if they wanted water… just to let them stare at my boobs and ass cheeks openly for longer. Would you have liked that?"
I groaned with pleasure, feeling even more horny as my innocent wife spoke like this.
She kissed my belly again, her voice full of happiness and love,
"I am so happy with this change in you, Rajesh. The biggest change is that you actually like it when strangers ogle at your wife. It makes me feel desired and free at the same time."
She went back to sucking my cock, taking me deeper into her warm mouth while her hands continued playing with my ass cheeks. She was clearly thrilled and excited by my new liberal attitude.
My wife continued sucking my cock with slow, loving strokes, her warm mouth moving up and down while her tongue swirled around the head. I brushed her hair gently and caressed her cheek as she pleasured me.
She pulled back for a moment, still stroking my cock with her hand, and said softly,
"Naresh asked me if I would wear a bikini for him before he leaves. I told him no. I felt it would be too much."
I looked down at her and said,
"If you can show yourself to him in bra and panties, why can’t you show him in a bikini?"
She blinked innocently and replied,
"I showed him in bra and panties only because you told me it was okay. Otherwise I would not have done it."
I smiled and told her gently,
"I am okay with him seeing you in a bikini too."
My wife shook her head slightly, still holding my cock,
"But Rajesh… I don’t want to spoil the beautiful brother-sister bonding between us. He sees me as his elder sister and I see him as my younger brother. I want to keep it that way."
I nodded, pretending I was not pushing her,
"Okay… if you feel that way, then don’t do it."
She went back to sucking my cock, taking me deeper into her warm mouth. Between strokes she continued speaking innocently,
"If I show myself in a bikini, Naresh might get tempted. He might stop seeing me as his sister and start seeing me as a beautiful woman he can enjoy making love to. I don’t want that to happen."
I thought to myself how innocent and unaware she was — Naresh was already lusting after her and desperately wanted to fuck her. But I stayed quiet and just enjoyed her mouth.
She sucked me faster, her head bobbing steadily, while she kept talking,
"I love Naresh as my brother. I would do anything to make him happy… like removing my saree, blouse and petticoat to show myself in bra and panties… or kissing his lips… but only because you said it was okay."
Her warm mouth felt incredible as she sucked harder, her tongue working around my cock.
"I just want to keep our brother-sister relationship pure," she murmured, then took me deep again.
The combination of her innocent words and the way she was sucking me pushed me closer to the edge. I was throbbing in her mouth, about to cum.
At that moment she pulled back slightly and said,
"He even asked if he could see me completely naked…"
The image of my wife getting fully naked in front of Naresh flashed in my mind. I could not hold it anymore. I groaned loudly and came hard inside her mouth. Thick cum shot into her mouth again and again in powerful spurts.
My wife kept her lips wrapped around my cock, swallowing every drop. When I finished, she pulled back, licked her lips and teased me with a playful smile,
"Mmm… you came so much today. Did my words excite you that much?"
This was becoming our new, dangerous normal.
I looked at my wife and answered honestly,
"Yes Sudha… your words excited me very much."
I pulled her up gently and kissed her forehead lovingly.
My wife smiled, then lowered her head again. She took my softening cock back into her mouth and slowly licked the last drop of semen that was still leaking from the tip. Her tongue moved in soft circles around the head of my cock, carefully collecting every remaining drop. She sucked gently on the sensitive tip, making sure nothing was left, then swallowed it with a satisfied hum.
She got up from between my legs, walked to the table and poured herself a full glass of water. She drank it slowly, her throat moving as she swallowed.
I stood up from the bed, took a deep breath and finally decided to open up.
"Sudha, the Marwadi called today. He said the interest on your gold has gone up to more than three lakhs. He has given us only 10 days to clear everything and recover the gold. If we don’t pay in 10 days, he will auction it."
I expected her to panic or cry, but instead my wife laughed softly.
"Is that why you were looking worried the whole evening?" she asked with a calm smile.
She immediately picked up her phone and called Naresh.
"Naresh… can you come home for a minute? I need to talk to you about something important."
I said quickly,
"Sudha, it’s already almost 11 o’clock. It’s too late."
My wife waved her hand casually and replied,
"He is like my younger brother. He will come for me anytime."
Within a few minutes, Naresh arrived at our house wearing a white shirt and black shorts. He looked a bit sleepy but came immediately as my wife had asked.
My wife smiled at him warmly, still in her white nighty, completely unaware of the storm that was coming.
My wife took Naresh’s hand and said softly,
"Come, let’s go to the terrace. It’s more private there."
I followed them quietly. We climbed the stairs to the terrace on the top floor of our house. The night was cool, with a gentle breeze blowing softly. The full moon hung bright in the sky, bathing everything in soft silvery moonlight. The terrace was open, with a low pabangt wall around it. From here we could see the half-constructed building behind our house and the quiet neighbourhood below.
My wife stood near the edge, the wind gently lifting the hem of her white nighty, revealing her thick juicy thighs for a moment. She turned to Naresh and opened up about the gold.
"Naresh, I need your help. We pledged my ancestral gold to the Marwadi pawn shop to complete our house. That gold belonged to my mother, and before her to my grandmother, and even before that to my great-grandmother. It has been passed down through generations of women in my family. The interest has increased a lot. The Marwadi has given us only 10 days to recover it, otherwise he will auction it. We need 20 lakhs to clear everything."
Naresh listened patiently, nodding with concern as my wife spoke emotionally about her family gold.
While they were talking, I noticed more than 10 construction workers from the building behind our house. They were wearing only lungis and banians, hiding behind concrete pillars and half-built walls on the unfinished floors, watching us in the moonlight. Their eyes were fixed on my wife, ogling at her body visible through the thin white nighty — her massive heavy boobs, hard nipples, deep navel, wide hips, and plump round ass cheeks.
My wife stepped closer to Naresh and wrapped her arms around his neck with love. She hugged him tightly and said softly,
"You are like my younger brother. Can you help me with 20 lakhs to recover my gold? I will return it as soon as possible."
Naresh hugged her back, pulling her closer. He started kissing her all over her face — on her forehead, her cheeks, her jawline, and her neck. While hugging and kissing her, he rubbed his hard cock (still inside his black shorts) slowly and deliberately against her thick juicy thighs. The hard length of his cock pressed and slid along the soft skin of her inner thighs in erotic micro detail, moving up and down in slow, teasing strokes. My wife’s thick thighs felt the warmth and hardness of his cock rubbing against them again and again.
The 10+ construction workers, wearing only lungis and banians, hid behind the pillars and walls, watching the intimate hug. They had their hands inside their lungis and were jerking off openly while staring at my wife getting kissed all over her face in the moonlight.
Naresh continued kissing her face lovingly and whispered,
"Don’t worry, Sudha Akka. I am your brother. I will definitely help you."
My wife stayed in his arms, emotional and trusting, completely unaware that Naresh’s cock was rubbing against her thighs and that more than 10 strangers were masturbating while watching them.
My wife stayed in Naresh’s arms on the moonlit terrace and said softly,
"Naresh, thank you so much. I will definitely repay you every rupee once we start getting rent from the house."
Naresh suddenly pulled back a little, his face showing hurt. He raised his voice emotionally,
"Repay? Sudha Akka, you are talking about repaying me? You don’t consider me as your real brother at all! That’s why you are talking about money. If you really saw me as your younger brother, you would never talk about returning the money!"
My wife looked surprised and emotional. She held his hands and replied,
"Naresh, 20 lakhs is a huge amount. Of course I will repay you. How can I take so much money without returning it?"
Naresh shook his head, his voice cracking with brotherly emotion,
"If you repay me, then I will not give you even one rupee! I am giving this money out of love for my sister. But you are treating me like a third person, like some outsider. This hurts me a lot, Sudha Akka."
My wife’s eyes filled with tears. She hugged him again and said,
"No Naresh, I didn’t mean it like that. 20 lakhs is too much. I feel bad taking so much from you without giving it back."
Naresh hugged her tighter, his voice full of genuine brotherly love and slight anger,
"20 lakhs is nothing compared to the love I have for you as my sister! You are my Sudha Akka. I don’t want anything in return. If you keep talking about repayment, it means you don’t see me as your brother. That breaks my heart."
My wife became more emotional. She cupped his face with both hands and said,
"Please don’t say that. You are my brother. I just feel guilty taking such a big amount."
Naresh shook his head stubbornly,
"No repayment. If you talk about money again, I will not help you. This is my love for my sister. Accept it as a brother’s gift or I won’t give anything."
My wife looked at him with teary eyes, her arms still around his neck. The brother-sister bonding between them was intense and emotional under the moonlight. She still looked conflicted and did not agree to stop talking about repayment.
While they were arguing emotionally, I noticed more than 10 construction workers from the building behind our house. They were wearing only lungis and banians, hiding behind concrete pillars and half-built walls on the unfinished floors. They were watching the intimate hug and emotional conversation between my wife and Naresh. Many of them had their hands inside their lungis and were quietly jerking off while staring at my wife’s body in the moonlight.
Naresh continued holding my wife tightly, kissing her forehead lovingly, while the workers kept masturbating secretly, their eyes glued to her.
My wife stayed tightly embraced in Naresh’s arms on the moonlit terrace, still looking emotional. She hugged him even closer and said with a guilty voice,
"Naresh, even if you say no, I will feel very guilty if I don’t repay you. 20 lakhs is a huge amount. How can I take so much money from you and not return it? It will keep bothering me every single day. I will feel like I am taking advantage of my own brother."
Naresh looked at her with hurt eyes and said emotionally,
"Sudha Akka, instead of repaying with cash, repay me with kisses and love. That is all I want from my sister. Give me your love, your hugs, your kisses. That is the only repayment I need. Money means nothing to me. Your love as my sister means everything."
He sounded genuinely emotional, but I could clearly see the lust burning in his eyes. He was horny and wanted to enjoy my wife’s body as much as possible.
My wife thought for a moment, then nodded readily with a warm sisterly smile.
"Okay Naresh… if that is what makes my little brother happy, then I will do it. Anything to make you happy."
Naresh brought his lips closer. My wife moved her face forward and pressed her lips against his lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and embraced him close, never breaking the kiss. She looked at me for a brief second. When I smiled at her (faking it), she understood that I was okay with it.
My wife then began kissing Naresh passionately. Their lips were pressed together tightly. In the middle of the deep kiss, my wife pulled back just enough to whisper in a genuine sisterly tone while still gently kissing his lips,
"Naresh, your mouth smells a little bad today."
She kissed his lips again softly, then continued advising him,
"Your lips also feel a bit rough and sticky. It’s not very nice to kiss like this."
Naresh asked between kisses, breathing heavily,
"How filthy is it, Akka?"
My wife explored his mouth a little more with her tongue, then pulled back slightly and said honestly,
"It tastes sour and a little stale… like you haven’t brushed properly for two days. Your tongue also feels coated. It’s quite filthy."
She kissed his lips again lovingly and added,
"But since I love you as my brother, I don’t mind it so much. I still like kissing you. But other girls won’t like it at all. Your future wife will definitely complain if your mouth and lips are like this."
Naresh, while fully horny and enjoying every second, replied emotionally but with clear lust,
"Then keep teaching me, Akka… I want only my sister’s love like this…"
While they remained in the tight embrace and passionate kiss, Naresh rubbed his hard cock (still inside his black shorts) all over my wife’s thick juicy thighs. He pressed the full length of his cock firmly against the warm skin of her inner thighs and moved it slowly up and down, grinding deliberately so she could feel every inch of his hardness sliding along the warm skin of her inner thighs.
My wife kept kissing him with genuine sisterly affection, murmuring between kisses,
"You are my little brother… I will always love you like this… but please keep your mouth clean for your future wife, okay?"
Naresh kept rubbing his cock harder against the warm skin of her thighs, his breathing getting heavier with desire.
The more than 10 construction workers hiding behind the pillars and walls on the unfinished building were still watching everything. They had their hands inside their lungis and were jerking off furiously while staring at my wife kissing Naresh passionately under the moonlight.
Naresh stayed embraced with my wife on the moonlit terrace, still breathing heavily from the passionate kiss. He looked at her with innocent eyes and asked softly,
"Sudha Akka, can you teach me how to kiss my future wife properly? How to hold her, how to tempt her and seduce her… so that she feels loved?"
My wife, still completely innocent and thinking only as a caring elder sister, smiled warmly and nodded.
"Of course, Naresh. As your sister, I will teach you."
She gently grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled his face closer to hers.
"First, you should hold your wife like this… gently but firmly on her ass cheeks… so she feels wanted."
She placed his other hand on her plump round ass cheeks over the nighty.
Then she leaned in, pressed her lips against his lips and kissed him passionately. She sucked his lower lip slowly, then his upper lip, exploring his mouth with her tongue while showing him.
"This is how you should kiss your future wife… softly at first, then deeper… like this…"
She kissed his lips again, more passionately this time, her tongue gently entering his mouth, tasting him while advising between kisses,
"Hold her ass cheeks tighter… pull her closer… and kiss her like you mean it… yes, just like this…"
Naresh followed her guidance, grabbing my wife’s plump round ass cheeks more firmly and kissing her back hungrily. His hard cock rubbed all over her thick juicy thighs, pressing and sliding along the warm skin of her inner thighs with every movement.
My wife continued teaching him innocently, kissing his lips passionately and murmuring between kisses,
"See… this is how you tempt her… kiss her lips like this… make her feel special…"
Naresh was getting extremely tempted. His breathing became ragged, his cock throbbed hard against her thighs, and he moaned softly into her mouth while kissing her back with raw hunger.
She grabbed his hair again, guiding his head, and gave him one final deep kiss, pressing her lips firmly against his lips and exploring his mouth passionately.
That final kiss was too much for Naresh. He could not hold it any longer. He ground his cock hard against her thighs and began cumming. Thick cum spurted out through the leg hole of his shorts, spilling all over my wife’s thick juicy thighs and onto her white nighty.
My wife quickly realized she had kissed him too much and tempted him too far. She immediately caught the tip of his cock under the leg hole of his shorts with her hand, then wrapped her fingers around his entire cock and helped him cum fully, stroking him gently until he finished.
She whispered softly, still in her sisterly tone,
"It’s okay, Naresh… it happens. Don’t feel bad. These things happen with young boys."
The more than 10 construction workers hiding behind the pillars and walls on the unfinished building were watching everything. They had their hands inside their lungis and were jerking off furiously. Many of them also started cumming while staring at my wife passionately kissing Naresh and then helping him finish under the moonlight.
My wife gently pulled away from the tight embrace. She looked down at the thick cum that had spilled all over Naresh’s cock, his thighs, and her own thighs. Without any hesitation, she used the edge of her white nighty to wipe his cock and legs clean. She carefully wiped every drop from his cock and the cum that had dripped onto his thighs.
"Don’t worry, Naresh. It happens. These things happen with young boys. It’s completely okay," she said softly in her caring sisterly tone.
We all walked down the stairs together. When we reached the gate, Naresh turned to my wife with a shy but honest face and said,
"Sudha Akka, when I grabbed your ass cheeks during the kiss… it tempted me too much. That’s why I couldn’t control myself."
I smiled and joined the conversation casually,
"Even I get tempted the same way when I make love to your Sudha Akka. The moment I grab her ass cheeks, I cum immediately."
My wife playfully punched my chest and laughed,
"Rajesh! Stop saying such things!"
She then turned to Naresh with a gentle smile and said,
"Naresh, it’s late. Go home and take rest now."
Naresh looked at my wife gratefully and said,
"Thank you so much for the kisses, Sudha Akka. And thank you for stroking my cock and helping me finish. I really needed that."
My wife smiled warmly at him and replied,
"You are my little brother. Go and sleep well."
Naresh nodded, then said with a sad voice,
"I am going to miss both of you a lot. After tonight, I only have 5 more days left before I go back to the US."
He gave my wife one last quick hug, then walked back to his house.
My wife stood at the gate for a moment, watching him go with an emotional expression. I stood beside her, my mind still replaying everything that had just happened on the terrace.
"Rajesh bhai, the interest on your wife’s gold has increased again. You pledged it for the house construction and the interest is now more than three lakhs. Every month it keeps growing. I am giving you only 10 days time to recover the gold and clear the entire dues. If you don’t pay within 10 days, we will have no choice but to auction the gold. Understand?"
I felt a cold fear run through my body. My hands started shaking slightly as I held the phone.
"10 days? Please give me some more time. I will arrange the money somehow." I said, my voice sounding weak.
The Marwadi replied firmly,
"No more time, Rajesh bhai. Exactly 10 days. After that the gold will go for auction."
He cut the call.
I sat there frozen, staring at the wall. My heart was beating fast. Where was I going to arrange so much money in just 10 days? We had already borrowed from everyone we knew and no one was ready to help anymore. The ancestral gold that my wife had given with so much love and sacrifice was now in real danger of being lost forever.
But even in that fear, a strange selfish thought entered my mind.
I decided right then that I would not tell my wife anything about this call or the 10-day ultimatum. I kept the entire conversation to myself.
The real reason I stayed silent was because I was secretly enjoying the way Naresh was using my wife’s innocence every single day. I loved watching him hug her tightly from behind while she cooked, kiss her cheeks and neck, wrestle with her on the floor, dry hump her, and rub his cock against her pussy over her saree or panties — all in the name of brotherly love. My wife remained completely innocent and emotional with him, treating him like her real younger brother and allowing him to enjoy her massive heavy boobs, plump round ass cheeks, and deep navel without realising anything.
If I told her about the gold problem and the 10-day deadline now, she would become tense and worried. She would lose her focus on Naresh. The daily visible treat I was getting — watching Naresh lust after and enjoy my wife’s body in the name of brotherly affection — would reduce or stop completely.
So I chose to keep everything hidden from her. I wanted this exciting show to continue for as long as possible, even if it meant risking the ancestral gold.
My wife still had no idea that her precious gold was now just 10 days away from being auctioned while she was busy showering Naresh with sisterly love and affection.
That night around 9 PM, my wife finished washing all the plates and vessels in the kitchen. She was wearing her usual white nighty with nothing underneath — no bra and no panties. The water motor was running loudly, pumping water from the sump to the sintex tank on the top of our house.
After finishing her work, she went to our sons’ bedroom, sat on the bed and told them a moral story until they fell asleep. I stood at the door watching her. She looked so beautiful and homely in that simple white nighty. She noticed me standing there and gave me a sweet smile.
I smiled back, but inside my mind I was torn. Should I tell her about the Marwadi’s call and the 10-day deadline to recover her ancestral gold? I was scared of how she would react — she might get tense, cry, or start worrying the whole day. At the same time, I was enjoying the way Naresh was playing with her innocence every day. I didn’t want her to lose focus on him.
Just then, the water motor alarm rang loudly, signalling that the tank was full. My wife got up and went outside to switch off the motor. I followed her slowly.
As she walked towards the motor switch in the open compound, two strangers in their 30s were standing just outside our gate. The moment she came under the bright compound light, her white nighty became slightly transparent. The silhouette of her body was clearly visible — her massive heavy boobs with dark nipples poking out, her deep navel, wide hips, thick juicy thighs, and the faint outline of her pussy and plump round ass cheeks.
The two men stared shamelessly at her body.
One of them called out,
"Madam, excuse me… can you tell us the address of the new apartment behind this street?"
My wife, completely unaware of how she looked under the light, walked closer to the gate and started explaining innocently,
"Go straight from here, then take the first right, walk about 200 metres and you will see the new apartment on your left side."
While she was explaining the route, the two men had their hands inside their pockets and were quietly jerking off, their eyes fixed on her boobs and pussy area visible through the nighty. My wife did not notice anything.
I felt extremely horny and excited watching them lust after my wife. I walked up behind her, stood very close and playfully squeezed her massive heavy boobs over her white nighty with both hands.
The feel was incredible. Since she was not wearing any bra, her massive heavy boobs were completely soft and free inside the nighty. My fingers sank deep into the warm, heavy flesh of her boobs. I could feel the full weight and softness of her boobs filling my palms completely. Her hard nipples poked firmly against my palms as I squeezed and kneaded her boobs. The soft flesh of her boobs jiggled and spilled between my fingers with every press. It felt so heavy, so full, and so incredibly soft.
My wife gasped and quickly pulled my hands off her boobs.
"Rajesh! What are you doing?" she whispered, embarrassed.
The two strangers could not control themselves anymore. They came quietly inside their pants while still staring at my wife. After a few seconds they thanked her politely and walked away quickly.
My wife turned to me with a shy but slightly angry look and said,
"Why did you do that in front of strangers?"
I just smiled at her without answering.
After the two strangers left, my wife switched off the water motor. She turned to me and said softly,
"Rajesh, you go to bed. I will put our sons to sleep properly and then join you."
I nodded and walked inside the house. My wife followed a few steps behind me to go back to the boys’ room.
As she walked, her white nighty moved with her body. Since she was not wearing any bra or panties underneath, her massive heavy boobs jiggled freely inside the nighty with every step she took. The heavy boobs bounced up and down, swaying from side to side. Her hard nipples poked clearly against the nighty as her boobs moved.
Her plump round ass cheeks also jiggled noticeably with each step. The soft, heavy ass cheeks swayed and bounced inside the nighty, the round shape clearly visible as the nighty moved with her wide hips. Her thick juicy thighs rubbed together slightly, causing the nighty to sway gently around her legs.
I watched her from behind as she walked towards the sons’ bedroom, her boobs and ass cheeks jiggling naturally and heavily with every movement.
I went to our bedroom, lay down on the bed and waited for her. While lying there, my mind kept thinking about the Marwadi’s call and the 10-day deadline to recover her ancestral gold. Should I tell her tonight? Or should I keep hiding it so that she continues focusing on Naresh and I can keep enjoying the show? The thought kept circling in my head as I waited for my wife to join me in bed.
When my wife joined me in bed, she came happily with a big smile on her face. She adjusted her white nighty, pulling it down a little over her massive heavy boobs and wide hips, then climbed on top of the bed and lay down next to me.
She turned towards me, still smiling, and said happily,
"Rajesh, I have noticed a lot of changes in you recently. Earlier you used to get so possessive and angry if any man even looked at me. But now you are so different. You don’t get angry anymore. I like this new you."
I smiled at her and asked playfully,
"Is that a bad thing, Sudha?"
She shook her head, her eyes shining with excitement. Her voice became a little husky and horny as she replied,
"No Rajesh, it is not bad at all. I like you being this free and liberal. It makes me feel so good. I really like the change in you."
She slid her hand under my lungi and grabbed my underwear. With a teasing smile she pulled my underwear down, freeing my cock. She looked at my cock and said in a naughty, loving tone,
"Today I am going to give you a special treat for the nice change I have seen in you. Just relax and enjoy, okay?"
She moved down between my legs, took my cock in her hand and slowly licked the head of my cock with her warm tongue.
"Mmm Rajesh… I love how understanding you have become," she whispered, then took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked gently.
She moved her head up and down slowly, taking more of my cock into her mouth each time. Her tongue swirled around the head while she sucked.
"Earlier you used to get so jealous… but now you are so relaxed… it feels so nice," she said softly, then took my cock deeper into her mouth again.
Her lips moved up and down the length of my cock in a slow, sensual rhythm. She looked up at me with loving eyes while sucking.
"Do you really like this new side of yourself?" she asked, then sucked harder, her mouth making wet sounds around my cock.
"Yes Sudha… I like it," I groaned.
She smiled around my cock and continued,
"Good… because I love this new liberal Rajesh… I love that you are giving me more freedom…"
She took my cock all the way to the back of her throat, held it there for a moment, then slid back up slowly, licking the entire length.
"Mmm… your cock is so hard tonight… is it because you are enjoying this change too?" she teased, then sucked faster, her head bobbing steadily.
While still sucking my cock she looked up at me and asked playfully,
"Rajesh… if I start wearing more revealing clothes… like sarees with very deep neck blouses that show more of my boobs… or shorter nighties that barely cover my ass cheeks… would you mind?"
She gave my cock a long, slow suck before continuing,
"And what if I wear tight salwar kameez where my boobs push out clearly and the panty line is visible over my ass cheeks… would you get jealous if other men stare at me?"
"No Sudha… I won’t mind," I moaned.
She smiled and sucked harder for a few seconds, then asked again with a naughty tone,
"Really? Even if they openly stare at my boobs when I wear low-cut blouses… or at my ass cheeks when the saree is dbangd very low… you won’t get possessive like before?"
"No… I won’t get possessive," I replied, breathing heavily.
She took my cock deep into her mouth again, sucking passionately, then pulled back and asked with a horny smile,
"So you are saying… you would be okay if I dress much sexier and other men ogle at my boobs and ass cheeks openly?"
"Yes… I am okay with it," I groaned.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement. She sucked my cock faster and deeper while talking between strokes,
"Mmm… I love this new you… I feel so free now… I can wear whatever I want… low neck blouses, transparent sarees, short nighties… and you won’t get angry…"
She kept sucking with more passion, her head moving up and down steadily, her tongue working skillfully around my cock.
I could feel the pressure building strongly inside me as her warm, wet mouth continued its slow, teasing rhythm.
My wife continued sucking my cock with slow, loving strokes. I gently brushed her long hair with my fingers and caressed her soft cheeks while she worked her warm mouth up and down my cock.
I spoke softly, my voice thick with arousal,
"Sudha, those two men outside… they were not really asking for an address. They were openly ogling at you. When you walked under the light in your white nighty, they could see everything. Their eyes were fixed on your massive heavy boobs and hard nipples poking through the nighty. One of them kept staring at your pussy area and the shape of your plump round ass cheeks. They were licking their lips while you explained the route."
My wife moaned around my cock, clearly excited by my words. She grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed them tightly.
"You naughty husband!" she giggled, still sucking the head of my cock. "I love this new change in you. Earlier you would have been so angry and possessive. But now you get horny watching other men ogle at your wife. It feels so good."
She squeezed my ass cheeks again and kissed my belly happily, her lips pressing softly against my skin in excitement.
"If you had told me earlier that it excites you when men stare at me, I would have teased them more," she said, kissing my belly again and again. "I would have stood there longer, turned around slowly so they could see my ass cheeks better, or bent down a little so my boobs would hang and jiggle inside the nighty."
Her hands played with my ass cheeks excitedly as she continued,
"I could have even invited them inside the compound and asked if they wanted water… just to let them stare at my boobs and ass cheeks openly for longer. Would you have liked that?"
I groaned with pleasure, feeling even more horny as my innocent wife spoke like this.
She kissed my belly again, her voice full of happiness and love,
"I am so happy with this change in you, Rajesh. The biggest change is that you actually like it when strangers ogle at your wife. It makes me feel desired and free at the same time."
She went back to sucking my cock, taking me deeper into her warm mouth while her hands continued playing with my ass cheeks. She was clearly thrilled and excited by my new liberal attitude.
My wife continued sucking my cock with slow, loving strokes, her warm mouth moving up and down while her tongue swirled around the head. I brushed her hair gently and caressed her cheek as she pleasured me.
She pulled back for a moment, still stroking my cock with her hand, and said softly,
"Naresh asked me if I would wear a bikini for him before he leaves. I told him no. I felt it would be too much."
I looked down at her and said,
"If you can show yourself to him in bra and panties, why can’t you show him in a bikini?"
She blinked innocently and replied,
"I showed him in bra and panties only because you told me it was okay. Otherwise I would not have done it."
I smiled and told her gently,
"I am okay with him seeing you in a bikini too."
My wife shook her head slightly, still holding my cock,
"But Rajesh… I don’t want to spoil the beautiful brother-sister bonding between us. He sees me as his elder sister and I see him as my younger brother. I want to keep it that way."
I nodded, pretending I was not pushing her,
"Okay… if you feel that way, then don’t do it."
She went back to sucking my cock, taking me deeper into her warm mouth. Between strokes she continued speaking innocently,
"If I show myself in a bikini, Naresh might get tempted. He might stop seeing me as his sister and start seeing me as a beautiful woman he can enjoy making love to. I don’t want that to happen."
I thought to myself how innocent and unaware she was — Naresh was already lusting after her and desperately wanted to fuck her. But I stayed quiet and just enjoyed her mouth.
She sucked me faster, her head bobbing steadily, while she kept talking,
"I love Naresh as my brother. I would do anything to make him happy… like removing my saree, blouse and petticoat to show myself in bra and panties… or kissing his lips… but only because you said it was okay."
Her warm mouth felt incredible as she sucked harder, her tongue working around my cock.
"I just want to keep our brother-sister relationship pure," she murmured, then took me deep again.
The combination of her innocent words and the way she was sucking me pushed me closer to the edge. I was throbbing in her mouth, about to cum.
At that moment she pulled back slightly and said,
"He even asked if he could see me completely naked…"
The image of my wife getting fully naked in front of Naresh flashed in my mind. I could not hold it anymore. I groaned loudly and came hard inside her mouth. Thick cum shot into her mouth again and again in powerful spurts.
My wife kept her lips wrapped around my cock, swallowing every drop. When I finished, she pulled back, licked her lips and teased me with a playful smile,
"Mmm… you came so much today. Did my words excite you that much?"
This was becoming our new, dangerous normal.
I looked at my wife and answered honestly,
"Yes Sudha… your words excited me very much."
I pulled her up gently and kissed her forehead lovingly.
My wife smiled, then lowered her head again. She took my softening cock back into her mouth and slowly licked the last drop of semen that was still leaking from the tip. Her tongue moved in soft circles around the head of my cock, carefully collecting every remaining drop. She sucked gently on the sensitive tip, making sure nothing was left, then swallowed it with a satisfied hum.
She got up from between my legs, walked to the table and poured herself a full glass of water. She drank it slowly, her throat moving as she swallowed.
I stood up from the bed, took a deep breath and finally decided to open up.
"Sudha, the Marwadi called today. He said the interest on your gold has gone up to more than three lakhs. He has given us only 10 days to clear everything and recover the gold. If we don’t pay in 10 days, he will auction it."
I expected her to panic or cry, but instead my wife laughed softly.
"Is that why you were looking worried the whole evening?" she asked with a calm smile.
She immediately picked up her phone and called Naresh.
"Naresh… can you come home for a minute? I need to talk to you about something important."
I said quickly,
"Sudha, it’s already almost 11 o’clock. It’s too late."
My wife waved her hand casually and replied,
"He is like my younger brother. He will come for me anytime."
Within a few minutes, Naresh arrived at our house wearing a white shirt and black shorts. He looked a bit sleepy but came immediately as my wife had asked.
My wife smiled at him warmly, still in her white nighty, completely unaware of the storm that was coming.
My wife took Naresh’s hand and said softly,
"Come, let’s go to the terrace. It’s more private there."
I followed them quietly. We climbed the stairs to the terrace on the top floor of our house. The night was cool, with a gentle breeze blowing softly. The full moon hung bright in the sky, bathing everything in soft silvery moonlight. The terrace was open, with a low pabangt wall around it. From here we could see the half-constructed building behind our house and the quiet neighbourhood below.
My wife stood near the edge, the wind gently lifting the hem of her white nighty, revealing her thick juicy thighs for a moment. She turned to Naresh and opened up about the gold.
"Naresh, I need your help. We pledged my ancestral gold to the Marwadi pawn shop to complete our house. That gold belonged to my mother, and before her to my grandmother, and even before that to my great-grandmother. It has been passed down through generations of women in my family. The interest has increased a lot. The Marwadi has given us only 10 days to recover it, otherwise he will auction it. We need 20 lakhs to clear everything."
Naresh listened patiently, nodding with concern as my wife spoke emotionally about her family gold.
While they were talking, I noticed more than 10 construction workers from the building behind our house. They were wearing only lungis and banians, hiding behind concrete pillars and half-built walls on the unfinished floors, watching us in the moonlight. Their eyes were fixed on my wife, ogling at her body visible through the thin white nighty — her massive heavy boobs, hard nipples, deep navel, wide hips, and plump round ass cheeks.
My wife stepped closer to Naresh and wrapped her arms around his neck with love. She hugged him tightly and said softly,
"You are like my younger brother. Can you help me with 20 lakhs to recover my gold? I will return it as soon as possible."
Naresh hugged her back, pulling her closer. He started kissing her all over her face — on her forehead, her cheeks, her jawline, and her neck. While hugging and kissing her, he rubbed his hard cock (still inside his black shorts) slowly and deliberately against her thick juicy thighs. The hard length of his cock pressed and slid along the soft skin of her inner thighs in erotic micro detail, moving up and down in slow, teasing strokes. My wife’s thick thighs felt the warmth and hardness of his cock rubbing against them again and again.
The 10+ construction workers, wearing only lungis and banians, hid behind the pillars and walls, watching the intimate hug. They had their hands inside their lungis and were jerking off openly while staring at my wife getting kissed all over her face in the moonlight.
Naresh continued kissing her face lovingly and whispered,
"Don’t worry, Sudha Akka. I am your brother. I will definitely help you."
My wife stayed in his arms, emotional and trusting, completely unaware that Naresh’s cock was rubbing against her thighs and that more than 10 strangers were masturbating while watching them.
My wife stayed in Naresh’s arms on the moonlit terrace and said softly,
"Naresh, thank you so much. I will definitely repay you every rupee once we start getting rent from the house."
Naresh suddenly pulled back a little, his face showing hurt. He raised his voice emotionally,
"Repay? Sudha Akka, you are talking about repaying me? You don’t consider me as your real brother at all! That’s why you are talking about money. If you really saw me as your younger brother, you would never talk about returning the money!"
My wife looked surprised and emotional. She held his hands and replied,
"Naresh, 20 lakhs is a huge amount. Of course I will repay you. How can I take so much money without returning it?"
Naresh shook his head, his voice cracking with brotherly emotion,
"If you repay me, then I will not give you even one rupee! I am giving this money out of love for my sister. But you are treating me like a third person, like some outsider. This hurts me a lot, Sudha Akka."
My wife’s eyes filled with tears. She hugged him again and said,
"No Naresh, I didn’t mean it like that. 20 lakhs is too much. I feel bad taking so much from you without giving it back."
Naresh hugged her tighter, his voice full of genuine brotherly love and slight anger,
"20 lakhs is nothing compared to the love I have for you as my sister! You are my Sudha Akka. I don’t want anything in return. If you keep talking about repayment, it means you don’t see me as your brother. That breaks my heart."
My wife became more emotional. She cupped his face with both hands and said,
"Please don’t say that. You are my brother. I just feel guilty taking such a big amount."
Naresh shook his head stubbornly,
"No repayment. If you talk about money again, I will not help you. This is my love for my sister. Accept it as a brother’s gift or I won’t give anything."
My wife looked at him with teary eyes, her arms still around his neck. The brother-sister bonding between them was intense and emotional under the moonlight. She still looked conflicted and did not agree to stop talking about repayment.
While they were arguing emotionally, I noticed more than 10 construction workers from the building behind our house. They were wearing only lungis and banians, hiding behind concrete pillars and half-built walls on the unfinished floors. They were watching the intimate hug and emotional conversation between my wife and Naresh. Many of them had their hands inside their lungis and were quietly jerking off while staring at my wife’s body in the moonlight.
Naresh continued holding my wife tightly, kissing her forehead lovingly, while the workers kept masturbating secretly, their eyes glued to her.
My wife stayed tightly embraced in Naresh’s arms on the moonlit terrace, still looking emotional. She hugged him even closer and said with a guilty voice,
"Naresh, even if you say no, I will feel very guilty if I don’t repay you. 20 lakhs is a huge amount. How can I take so much money from you and not return it? It will keep bothering me every single day. I will feel like I am taking advantage of my own brother."
Naresh looked at her with hurt eyes and said emotionally,
"Sudha Akka, instead of repaying with cash, repay me with kisses and love. That is all I want from my sister. Give me your love, your hugs, your kisses. That is the only repayment I need. Money means nothing to me. Your love as my sister means everything."
He sounded genuinely emotional, but I could clearly see the lust burning in his eyes. He was horny and wanted to enjoy my wife’s body as much as possible.
My wife thought for a moment, then nodded readily with a warm sisterly smile.
"Okay Naresh… if that is what makes my little brother happy, then I will do it. Anything to make you happy."
Naresh brought his lips closer. My wife moved her face forward and pressed her lips against his lips. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and embraced him close, never breaking the kiss. She looked at me for a brief second. When I smiled at her (faking it), she understood that I was okay with it.
My wife then began kissing Naresh passionately. Their lips were pressed together tightly. In the middle of the deep kiss, my wife pulled back just enough to whisper in a genuine sisterly tone while still gently kissing his lips,
"Naresh, your mouth smells a little bad today."
She kissed his lips again softly, then continued advising him,
"Your lips also feel a bit rough and sticky. It’s not very nice to kiss like this."
Naresh asked between kisses, breathing heavily,
"How filthy is it, Akka?"
My wife explored his mouth a little more with her tongue, then pulled back slightly and said honestly,
"It tastes sour and a little stale… like you haven’t brushed properly for two days. Your tongue also feels coated. It’s quite filthy."
She kissed his lips again lovingly and added,
"But since I love you as my brother, I don’t mind it so much. I still like kissing you. But other girls won’t like it at all. Your future wife will definitely complain if your mouth and lips are like this."
Naresh, while fully horny and enjoying every second, replied emotionally but with clear lust,
"Then keep teaching me, Akka… I want only my sister’s love like this…"
While they remained in the tight embrace and passionate kiss, Naresh rubbed his hard cock (still inside his black shorts) all over my wife’s thick juicy thighs. He pressed the full length of his cock firmly against the warm skin of her inner thighs and moved it slowly up and down, grinding deliberately so she could feel every inch of his hardness sliding along the warm skin of her inner thighs.
My wife kept kissing him with genuine sisterly affection, murmuring between kisses,
"You are my little brother… I will always love you like this… but please keep your mouth clean for your future wife, okay?"
Naresh kept rubbing his cock harder against the warm skin of her thighs, his breathing getting heavier with desire.
The more than 10 construction workers hiding behind the pillars and walls on the unfinished building were still watching everything. They had their hands inside their lungis and were jerking off furiously while staring at my wife kissing Naresh passionately under the moonlight.
Naresh stayed embraced with my wife on the moonlit terrace, still breathing heavily from the passionate kiss. He looked at her with innocent eyes and asked softly,
"Sudha Akka, can you teach me how to kiss my future wife properly? How to hold her, how to tempt her and seduce her… so that she feels loved?"
My wife, still completely innocent and thinking only as a caring elder sister, smiled warmly and nodded.
"Of course, Naresh. As your sister, I will teach you."
She gently grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled his face closer to hers.
"First, you should hold your wife like this… gently but firmly on her ass cheeks… so she feels wanted."
She placed his other hand on her plump round ass cheeks over the nighty.
Then she leaned in, pressed her lips against his lips and kissed him passionately. She sucked his lower lip slowly, then his upper lip, exploring his mouth with her tongue while showing him.
"This is how you should kiss your future wife… softly at first, then deeper… like this…"
She kissed his lips again, more passionately this time, her tongue gently entering his mouth, tasting him while advising between kisses,
"Hold her ass cheeks tighter… pull her closer… and kiss her like you mean it… yes, just like this…"
Naresh followed her guidance, grabbing my wife’s plump round ass cheeks more firmly and kissing her back hungrily. His hard cock rubbed all over her thick juicy thighs, pressing and sliding along the warm skin of her inner thighs with every movement.
My wife continued teaching him innocently, kissing his lips passionately and murmuring between kisses,
"See… this is how you tempt her… kiss her lips like this… make her feel special…"
Naresh was getting extremely tempted. His breathing became ragged, his cock throbbed hard against her thighs, and he moaned softly into her mouth while kissing her back with raw hunger.
She grabbed his hair again, guiding his head, and gave him one final deep kiss, pressing her lips firmly against his lips and exploring his mouth passionately.
That final kiss was too much for Naresh. He could not hold it any longer. He ground his cock hard against her thighs and began cumming. Thick cum spurted out through the leg hole of his shorts, spilling all over my wife’s thick juicy thighs and onto her white nighty.
My wife quickly realized she had kissed him too much and tempted him too far. She immediately caught the tip of his cock under the leg hole of his shorts with her hand, then wrapped her fingers around his entire cock and helped him cum fully, stroking him gently until he finished.
She whispered softly, still in her sisterly tone,
"It’s okay, Naresh… it happens. Don’t feel bad. These things happen with young boys."
The more than 10 construction workers hiding behind the pillars and walls on the unfinished building were watching everything. They had their hands inside their lungis and were jerking off furiously. Many of them also started cumming while staring at my wife passionately kissing Naresh and then helping him finish under the moonlight.
My wife gently pulled away from the tight embrace. She looked down at the thick cum that had spilled all over Naresh’s cock, his thighs, and her own thighs. Without any hesitation, she used the edge of her white nighty to wipe his cock and legs clean. She carefully wiped every drop from his cock and the cum that had dripped onto his thighs.
"Don’t worry, Naresh. It happens. These things happen with young boys. It’s completely okay," she said softly in her caring sisterly tone.
We all walked down the stairs together. When we reached the gate, Naresh turned to my wife with a shy but honest face and said,
"Sudha Akka, when I grabbed your ass cheeks during the kiss… it tempted me too much. That’s why I couldn’t control myself."
I smiled and joined the conversation casually,
"Even I get tempted the same way when I make love to your Sudha Akka. The moment I grab her ass cheeks, I cum immediately."
My wife playfully punched my chest and laughed,
"Rajesh! Stop saying such things!"
She then turned to Naresh with a gentle smile and said,
"Naresh, it’s late. Go home and take rest now."
Naresh looked at my wife gratefully and said,
"Thank you so much for the kisses, Sudha Akka. And thank you for stroking my cock and helping me finish. I really needed that."
My wife smiled warmly at him and replied,
"You are my little brother. Go and sleep well."
Naresh nodded, then said with a sad voice,
"I am going to miss both of you a lot. After tonight, I only have 5 more days left before I go back to the US."
He gave my wife one last quick hug, then walked back to his house.
My wife stood at the gate for a moment, watching him go with an emotional expression. I stood beside her, my mind still replaying everything that had just happened on the terrace.
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