19-04-2026, 11:57 AM
With only 5 days left before Naresh returned to the US, the next 3 days followed a clear pattern.
Day 1
Naresh arrived exactly when my wife stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing only her bra and panties. She looked incredibly fresh and sensual — her skin still glowing and slightly damp from the bath, her massive heavy boobs rising and falling gently inside the bra with every breath, her dark nipples slightly visible through the thin cups, her deep navel clearly exposed, and her plump round ass cheeks and thick juicy thighs perfectly hugged by the panties. Small droplets of water still clung to her body, making her look even more tempting and desirable.
I was still lying in bed, watching everything quietly.
For a brief moment, my wife felt shy and embarrassed. She instinctively covered her chest lightly with her arms, her cheeks turning slightly pink. But then she remembered that Naresh had already seen her like this many times before. She relaxed, smiled warmly like a normal elder sister, and welcomed him.
"Good morning, Naresh. Come inside."
Just as she reached for her petticoat to wear it, Naresh asked innocently for a wrestling match. My wife advised him like a caring elder sister that it was better she wore something over her bra and panties, otherwise he might get too excited and lose control.
Naresh looked at her with emotional eyes and pleaded that this might be their last time to play like brother and sister before he left for the US, and he would miss her so much.
My wife’s heart softened. She became emotional thinking about his departure. She looked at me for a moment. When I nodded silently, she sighed softly and agreed with a gentle smile.
They started wrestling on the bed right next to me. Naresh quickly pinned my wife down on her back. He climbed fully on top of her, pressing his body against hers. While pretending it was just playful wrestling, he leaned down and kissed her lips first. The kiss started soft, then grew deeper.
My wife kissed him back, her lips pressing against his with genuine sisterly affection. That was the moment Naresh lost control completely. He ground his hard cock (still inside his shorts) hard against her thick juicy 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 panties.
My wife quickly realized what had happened. She sat up, took the edge of the bedsheet and gently wiped the cum from his thighs and cock. She even held his cock carefully with her hand and wiped it clean while continuing to advise him like a caring elder sister that wrestling in her bra and panties excited him too much and he lost control. She told him she didn’t want him to see her as anything other than his elder sister and sent him home to take rest.
I watched everything silently, my cock throbbing with excitement at how far things had gone already on the very first day.
Day 2
The same tempting pattern repeated.
Naresh arrived exactly when my wife stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing only her bra and panties. She looked incredibly fresh and sensual — her skin still glowing and slightly damp from the bath, her massive heavy boobs rising and falling gently inside the bra with every breath, her dark nipples slightly visible through the thin cups, her deep navel clearly exposed, and her plump round ass cheeks and thick juicy thighs perfectly hugged by the panties. Small droplets of water still clung to her body, making her look even more tempting and desirable.
I was still lying in bed, watching everything quietly.
For a brief moment, my wife felt shy and embarrassed again. She crossed her arms lightly over her chest, her cheeks turning a soft pink. But then she reminded herself that Naresh had already seen her in this state many times. She lowered her arms, smiled warmly like a normal elder sister, and welcomed him.
Just as she bent down to pick up her petticoat, Naresh asked for a wrestling match. My wife advised him like a caring elder sister to let her wear something over first, as it was not proper when she was only in her bra and panties.
Naresh pleaded emotionally that once he went back to the US he would never get this chance again and begged her not to make him wait.
My wife’s heart softened once more. She became emotional thinking about his departure. She glanced at me. When I nodded, she agreed with a gentle smile.
They started wrestling on the bed right next to me. Naresh pinned my wife down and began kissing and sucking her neck passionately. At the same time, I slid my left hand inside her panties and fingered her pussy. My fingers rubbed her pussy lips slowly at first, then circled her clit with steady pressure. I slid two fingers inside her pussy and moved them in and out while my thumb rubbed her clit.
My wife loved the way I was fingering her pussy. She looked straight into my eyes with heavy-lidded pleasure and soft moans while Naresh continued kissing and sucking her neck. Her pussy became very wet around my fingers. I fingered her deeper and faster. Her body started trembling. She came hard inside her panties, her pussy pulsing and squeezing my fingers rhythmically as waves of pleasure ran through her.
At the same moment, Naresh kept rubbing his cock hard against her thighs and kissing her neck passionately.
Day 3
On the third morning, my wife stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing only her bra and panties. She looked incredibly fresh and sensual — her skin glowing from the bath, her massive heavy boobs rising and falling gently inside the bra with every breath, her dark nipples slightly visible through the thin cups, her deep navel clearly exposed, and her plump round ass cheeks and thick juicy thighs perfectly hugged by the panties. Small droplets of water still clung to her body, making her look even more tempting.
I was still lying in bed, watching everything quietly.
For a brief moment, my wife felt shy and embarrassed again. She crossed her arms lightly over her chest, her cheeks turning a soft pink. But then she reminded herself that Naresh had already seen her like this many times. She lowered her arms, smiled warmly like a normal elder sister, and welcomed him.
"Good morning, Naresh. You’re here again."
Just as she turned to pick up her petticoat, Naresh asked innocently,
"Sudha Akka, can we have one last wrestling match before I leave?"
My wife shook her head and said gently,
"Naresh, I’m not really in the mood today. Let me wear my clothes first."
Naresh looked at her with sad, emotional eyes and pleaded,
"Please Akka… after I go to the US, I will never get this chance again. This might be our very last time to play like brother and sister. Please don’t say no. I will miss you so much."
My wife’s heart softened once more. She became emotional, thinking about his upcoming departure. She glanced at me for a moment. When I nodded silently, she sighed softly and agreed,
"Alright… just this once."
They started wrestling on the bed right next to me. Naresh pinned my wife down more aggressively. He kissed her all over her face and neck, and rubbed his hard cock firmly against her thick juicy thighs, sliding it up and down with clear hunger.
As the wrestling grew more intense, Naresh suddenly tried to slide her panties to the side. He positioned the head of his cock at her pussy entrance and begged desperately,
"Please Akka… just let me put it inside once… I want to feel you… just for a moment… please let me insert my cock in your pussy…"
My wife’s eyes widened in shock and anger. She immediately pushed him off her with both hands and sat up quickly, breathing heavily. She yelled at him angrily,
"Naresh! What are you doing?! Have you gone mad?! How dare you try to put your cock inside me?! I am your elder sister! Stop this right now!"
Naresh looked shocked and suddenly became very sad. His eyes filled with tears as he sat back, looking down like a scolded child.
My wife’s anger softened when she saw his sad face. She took a deep breath and spoke to him affectionately yet firmly, like a caring elder sister who had finally reached her limit,
"Naresh… I love you as my little brother. But what you just tried to do is completely wrong. I will never let you touch me that way or lust after me. This has gone too far and I am fed up with it. From now on, you will not try anything like this again. I want you to see me only as your elder sister, nothing more."
She sent him home with a gentle push and a sisterly smile, though her voice carried clear finality.
On day 4, which was just the day before Naresh was leaving abroad, I returned home from court in the evening. The moment I stepped inside the house, I found my wife sitting on the bed in our bedroom, crying bitterly. Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked completely shaken and scared.
The moment she saw me, my wife rushed towards me and hugged me tightly. Her body was trembling as she started complaining through her sobs,
"Rajesh… Naresh tried to bang me today… He came when I was alone in the house… He pinned me down on the bed… He tried to remove my panties and force his cock inside my pussy… I screamed and pushed him away with all my strength… He is not treating me like his elder sister anymore… He is lusting after me… I am so scared…"
I felt pure anger rising inside me as I listened to her words. My fists clenched tightly and my jaw tightened. I held my wife closer, my voice filled with real rage.
My wife continued crying against my chest,
"I told him again and again that I am his elder sister… But he didn’t listen… He kept begging to insert his cock inside my pussy… I had to fight him off… How can he do this to me, Rajesh? I treated him like my own brother…"
I pulled back slightly, my face hard with anger, and said firmly,
"This is too much. I am going straight to the security officer station right now to complain against him. He cannot get away with trying to bang you."
My wife’s eyes widened in panic. She immediately grabbed my arm tightly and shook her head, still crying,
"No Rajesh… please don’t go to the cops… If you complain, there will be a big case… He is leaving for the US tomorrow… It will ruin his entire future and his plans… I don’t want to destroy his life like that… Please… let him go tomorrow without any trouble…"
I looked at my wife in disbelief, my anger still burning, and replied sharply,
"Sudha, I am a fucking advocate! I know the law very well. I can file a case under Section 376 for attempt to bang. I can also add charges for criminal intimidation and outraging the modesty of a woman. I will make sure the security officer arrest him immediately. I can drag this case for years even after he goes to the US. I can inform the US embassy and make his visa and future life miserable. He will never be able to live peacefully. I will destroy his career and his life completely if I want to."
My wife looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, still pleading desperately,
"Rajesh please… I know you can do all that… But he is still like a little brother to me… I don’t want to send him to jail or spoil his future in the US… Please… for my sake… don’t complain to the security officer… Let him leave tomorrow as planned…"
I stood there breathing heavily, still furious, my fists clenched tightly. My wife hugged me again tightly, whispering through fresh tears,
"Promise me you won’t go to the cops… Please…"
I remained silent for a long moment, my anger refusing to cool down, torn between my rage as an advocate and my wife’s emotional plea.
This was the breaking point my wife had reached, and the situation now felt truly dangerous and out of control.
I just could not believe that bastard actually tried to bang my wife. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. If he had simply asked me, I would have convinced my wife to sleep with him. He could have enjoyed her completely — fucked her pussy, played with her boobs, and taken whatever he wanted. But forcing her and trying to bang her crossed every limit. As an advocate, pure rage filled me and I had no intention of sparing him.
I stormed out of the house without a word. My wife ran after me, still crying, and begged desperately,
"Rajesh please… don’t go… Please stop… He is leaving tomorrow… Don’t create a scene…"
I pushed her hand away and kept walking. My wife tried to hold my arm again, but I shook her off. I entered their house and shouted loudly,
"Naresh! Come out, you bastard!"
Naresh stepped out from his room, looking nervous. Before he could speak, I grabbed his collar and started punching him hard — on his face, stomach, and chest. He staggered back, completely shocked and afraid, staying totally silent as he tried to shield himself.
My wife rushed inside, grabbed my arm with both hands, and began pulling me back with all her strength. While dragging me towards the door, she yelled at Naresh angrily,
"Naresh! Look what you have done! Rajesh is so angry because of you!"
She kept pulling me forcefully, her voice shaking with disappointment and rage as she continued scolding him,
"How could you do this?! Rajesh is such a gentleman! He gave you so much freedom! He allowed you to see me in my bra and panties! He even allowed you to kiss my lips! He never stopped you from hugging me or wrestling with me! And this is how you repay us?! You tried to bang me?! You tried to force your cock inside my pussy?! Shame on you! I treated you like my own brother and you betrayed us like this!"
Naresh remained completely silent, head bowed, eyes filled with fear. He looked utterly broken as my wife kept yelling while pulling me out,
"Rajesh trusted you completely and this is what you did?! I am so ashamed of you! Never come near me again! Go pack your bags and leave tomorrow! Never show your face here again!"
My wife refused to release my arm. She dragged me firmly back to our house, still breathing heavily from shouting. Once inside, she closed the door quickly and made me sit on the sofa. She sat beside me, holding my hand tightly, and gently stroked my arm, trying to calm the anger that still burned inside me.
"Rajesh… please calm down now… You have already taught him a lesson… Let him leave tomorrow… I don’t want any bigger problem…"
I sat there breathing heavily, my fists still clenched, my anger cooling slowly only because of my wife’s firm grip and emotional words.
This was the first time my wife had to physically stop me, yell at Naresh, and bring me back home to control the situation.
After the incident with Naresh, both my wife and I were in a completely off mood. The house felt heavy with silence and tension. Neither of us wanted to stay inside. My wife suggested softly,
"Rajesh, let’s go to the temple… I need some peace… My mind is not calm at all."
I nodded without saying much. We decided to visit the nearby temple to relax our minds and seek some mental peace.
My wife went to change. She came out wearing a beautiful pink saree dbangd low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel. The pink blouse hugged her massive heavy boobs tightly, making them push forward prominently. Her mangalsutra rested between her deep boob cleavage over the blouse. She looked stunning yet simple in her traditional Tamil style, but her face still carried the strain and sadness from what had happened earlier.
I changed into a simple dhoti and shirt. We both left the house quietly and walked towards the temple. The evening air felt slightly cool as we moved through the middle-class streets of Chennai. My wife walked silently beside me, holding my hand lightly. Her pink saree pallu occasionally slipped from her shoulder, revealing more of her pink blouse and the way her heavy boobs moved with each step.
We reached the temple, removed our footwear, and entered the peaceful premises. The mild fragrance of incense and flowers filled the air. My wife folded her hands and stood before the main deity with closed eyes, praying silently. I stood next to her, still feeling the anger simmering inside me, but trying to calm down for her sake.
We spent some time inside the temple, sitting on the stone steps in one corner. My wife leaned her head lightly on my shoulder and whispered,
"Rajesh… I just want to forget everything that happened today… Let’s pray that things become normal again…"
I placed my arm around her shoulder and nodded, though my mind kept replaying the events. The temple visit helped a little in relaxing our disturbed minds, but the tension between us and the incident with Naresh still lingered heavily.
After spending some time praying inside the temple, we sat on the stone steps in one quiet corner. My wife noticed that I was still sad and worried. She turned towards me, gently held my hand, and spoke in a soft, caring voice,
"Rajesh… please cheer up… Don’t keep thinking about it… I am fine… I did not let him do anything… I pushed him away before he could cum inside my pussy… Nothing happened… Please don’t be so sad…"
I looked at her, my face still tight with anger, and replied,
"Sudha, I am not just sad… I am angry and frustrated… I am a fucking advocate… I know exactly how to make his life hell… I can file cases under multiple sections… attempt to bang, criminal force, outraging modesty… I can drag him to court even after he goes to the US… I can inform the embassy, spoil his visa, destroy his career… He deserves it for what he tried to do to you."
My wife squeezed my hand gently and shook her head. She spoke calmly, trying to soothe me,
"Rajesh… please… let’s forget all this and move on… He is leaving tomorrow anyway… I don’t want any more tension or problems… We have already dealt with enough… Come on, cheer up for me…"
She kept holding my hand and looking at me with loving eyes, clearly trying her best to cheer me up. Then she pointed towards the roadside near the temple entrance where a small street food shop was glowing under the lights. The aroma of hot bajjis and chaat was floating in the air.
"Look… there is that street food shop… Let’s go there… I feel like eating something spicy… Come, take me there… It will make both of us feel better…"
I looked at her for a moment, still angry inside, but I could not refuse when she was trying so hard. I nodded slowly and stood up.
"Okay… let’s go."
My wife smiled softly, still holding my hand. We walked out of the temple together and headed towards the roadside street food shop. The pink saree pallu fluttered lightly as we walked, and her heavy boobs moved gently with each step. Even though my mind was still disturbed, I went along with her, trying to push the anger aside for now.
We walked out of the temple and headed straight to the busy roadside street food stall glowing under yellow lights. The air was filled with the tempting aroma of hot oil, spices, and fresh chutneys. My wife’s eyes lit up a little as she looked at the items displayed.
She pointed excitedly at the stall and told me,
"Rajesh, I feel like eating something spicy today… Buy milagai bajji and urulaikizhangu bonda for both of us… And also one plate of sundal… I am really hungry."
I nodded and ordered for her. The vendor quickly prepared fresh, piping hot milagai bajji (whole green chillies dipped in spiced gram flour batter and deep-fried until crisp), golden urulaikizhangu bonda (spiced mashed potato balls coated in batter and fried), and a plate of tangy sundal (boiled chickpeas tossed with coconut, raw mango, onions, and green chillies).
I brought everything on newspaper plates and handed them to my wife. She took the plate with a small smile and started eating more freely than usual.
Normally, my wife would be very conscious while eating street food outside. She would carefully adjust her pink saree pallu to make sure it didn’t slip and reveal her deep navel or the soft flesh of her waist. She would also keep pulling her saree to cover her boob cleavage properly. But today, after I had promised her that I had changed and was no longer possessive or jealous, she was enjoying the food without worrying about anything.
She bit into the hot milagai bajji first. The crisp outer layer broke with a loud crunch, and the spicy green chilli inside made her eyes water slightly. She fanned her mouth with her hand and laughed softly,
"Mmm… so spicy… but so good…"
She then picked up an urulaikizhangu bonda, broke it into two pieces, and fed one piece directly to me with her fingers. While eating the other piece herself, she licked the spicy chutney off her fingers without any hesitation. Her pink saree pallu had slipped slightly from her shoulder, exposing more of her pink blouse and the upper curves of her heavy boobs, but she didn’t bother adjusting it today. Her deep navel remained clearly visible as the saree sat low on her hips, yet she continued eating happily.
She took a spoonful of sundal and fed me again, her fingers brushing my lips. She was eating more openly and joyfully, completely free from her usual self-consciousness about other men ogling at her exposed navel, waist, or boob cleavage.
Between bites, she looked at me and said softly,
"See… this tastes so much better when I don’t have to worry about anything… Thank you for changing, Rajesh…"
I watched her enjoy the street food so freely — biting into the spicy milagai bajji, feeding me urulaikizhangu bonda, and licking her fingers — while her pink saree remained slightly dishevelled. For the first time in a long while, she looked relaxed and happy while eating outside, even though several men at the stall were stealing glances at her.
The spicy street food, the cool evening air, and my wife’s newfound freedom made the moment strangely intimate despite the heavy events of the day.
While my wife was enjoying the street food, she suddenly noticed a few street food vendors at the stall openly ogling at her. Their eyes were fixed on her low-dbangd pink saree, her exposed deep navel, and the way her heavy boobs pushed against her pink blouse.
She quickly remembered what I had told her earlier — that strangers ogling at her would make me horny. A small mischievous smile appeared on her face. She leaned closer to me and whispered softly in my ear,
"Rajesh… look… those few shop vendors are staring at me so openly… Should I tease them a little? It might change your sad mood and make you feel better…"
I shook my head immediately and whispered back,
"No Sudha… it’s okay… you don’t have to do that."
But my wife knew me well. She could sense that it would definitely make me horny and lift my mood. Without waiting for my reply, she walked straight towards the vendors with the half-eaten plate still in her hand.
She stood close to the first vendor and asked innocently,
"Anna… these milagai bajji are so crispy… How do you make the batter so perfect? Can you tell me the exact way? I want to try making it at home for Rajesh…"
While asking, she deliberately leaned forward, letting her pink saree pallu slip further from her shoulder. This exposed more of her deep navel and the upper curves of her heavy boobs over the pink blouse. She smiled sweetly and extended her hand, gently touching the vendor’s wrist and forearm while pretending to learn.
The first vendor’s eyes widened in shock and lust. His breathing turned heavy and ragged within seconds. He swallowed hard multiple times, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. His body stiffened as his cock swelled rapidly inside his lungi, pushing out a thick, obvious tent that twitched visibly. He tried to speak but his voice came out hoarse and shaky,
"Amma… the… the batter… you mix it like this…"
His free hand unconsciously moved towards his lungi as if trying to adjust his hard cock, but he stopped midway, too aroused to think straight.
My wife moved to the next vendor, still lightly caressing the first one’s arm, and asked about the urulaikizhangu bonda,
"And this bonda… how do you make the potato filling so spicy? Teach me na… I will make it for my husband…"
She placed her fingers on the second vendor’s shoulder and chest, caressing slowly in the name of learning. The second vendor let out a low, guttural groan. His face flushed dark red, sweat forming on his forehead instantly. His cock jerked hard inside his lungi, creating a massive, throbbing bulge that stood out prominently. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, clearly struggling to control his erection, his eyes locked on her deep navel and boobs with raw hunger.
She continued teasing them playfully, asking more questions about the sundal and how they tempered it. She touched their hands, arms, and shoulders repeatedly, sometimes letting her fingers linger longer, tracing small circles on their skin. Both vendors were now completely lost in lust — breathing heavily like animals in heat, eyes glued shamelessly to her exposed navel and boobs, their cocks rock hard and straining blatantly against their lungis. One of them even bit his lower lip hard, while the other’s hand trembled visibly near his crotch, fighting the urge to touch himself.
My wife glanced back at me with a naughty, knowing smile, fully aware of the intense effect she was having on both the vendors and on me, while the two men stood there speechless, painfully aroused, and visibly excited by her teasing touches.
The entire scene was turning the heavy mood into something dangerously exciting.
My wife noticed the clear change in my mood. My eyes had darkened with arousal and my breathing had become heavier as I watched her tease the vendors. She gave me a naughty little smile, understanding exactly what was happening to me.
Feeling bolder now, she turned back to the two vendors and said sweetly,
"Thank you so much for teaching me… You both are so nice…"
She stepped closer to the first vendor, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a tight hug. Her massive heavy boobs pressed firmly against his chest over her pink blouse. She held the embrace for a long moment, her deep navel and soft waist brushing against his body. The vendor’s hands immediately went around her back, pulling her closer. His hard cock throbbed violently inside his lungi and poked against her lower belly. He let out a shaky groan, his fingers digging into her back as he enjoyed the feel of her heavy boobs and warm body.
She then moved to the second vendor and wrapped her arms around his neck too, hugging him tightly. Once again her heavy boobs mashed against his chest. The second vendor hugged her back eagerly, his hands sliding down to her low waist, fingers brushing the exposed skin above her saree. His cock was rock hard and he ground it subtly against her thighs, breathing heavily into her ear.
While still hugging the second vendor, he whispered desperately in her ear,
"Amma… my house is just behind this compound… Please come with me for one hour… I will bring you back safely…"
My wife pulled back slightly from the hug, looked at him with a flirtatious smile and asked innocently,
"Why do you want me to come to your house? Tell me clearly…"
The vendor, now extremely horny and bold, looked straight into her eyes and said in a low, hungry voice,
"Amma… you are so beautiful… your figure is so attractive… I have never seen anyone like you before… Just once in my life I want to spend some time with a woman as tempting as you… Please come… I will treat you very well…"
My wife glanced at me with a teasing smile, knowing it was turning me on. She continued flirting with the vendor,
"But my husband is standing right there… You should ask his permission first…"
The vendor looked scared when he saw me, but realizing this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he gathered courage. He boldly took my wife’s hand in his and started walking towards me, still holding her fingers tightly.
My wife walked with him, her pink saree pallu still slipped, deep navel fully exposed. She knew I was getting extremely horny watching another man hold her hand so possessively. She gave me a mischievous look, deliberately letting him lead her closer to me.
When they reached me, the vendor, still holding my wife’s hand, asked nervously but boldly,
"Sir… can I take your wife to my house just for one hour? I will bring her back safely… Please sir…"
The moment he said those words while holding my wife’s hand, fresh waves of horniness hit me. My cock throbbed hard inside my trousers. I could not take it anymore.
I quickly pulled my wife’s other hand, yanked her away from him, and said in a rough voice,
"No… We are going home now."
I dragged my wife straight to our car, opened the door, and made her sit inside. My wife looked at me with a knowing, aroused smile as I started the car and drove us home quickly, my heart pounding with intense arousal from everything that had just happened.
Day 1
Naresh arrived exactly when my wife stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing only her bra and panties. She looked incredibly fresh and sensual — her skin still glowing and slightly damp from the bath, her massive heavy boobs rising and falling gently inside the bra with every breath, her dark nipples slightly visible through the thin cups, her deep navel clearly exposed, and her plump round ass cheeks and thick juicy thighs perfectly hugged by the panties. Small droplets of water still clung to her body, making her look even more tempting and desirable.
I was still lying in bed, watching everything quietly.
For a brief moment, my wife felt shy and embarrassed. She instinctively covered her chest lightly with her arms, her cheeks turning slightly pink. But then she remembered that Naresh had already seen her like this many times before. She relaxed, smiled warmly like a normal elder sister, and welcomed him.
"Good morning, Naresh. Come inside."
Just as she reached for her petticoat to wear it, Naresh asked innocently for a wrestling match. My wife advised him like a caring elder sister that it was better she wore something over her bra and panties, otherwise he might get too excited and lose control.
Naresh looked at her with emotional eyes and pleaded that this might be their last time to play like brother and sister before he left for the US, and he would miss her so much.
My wife’s heart softened. She became emotional thinking about his departure. She looked at me for a moment. When I nodded silently, she sighed softly and agreed with a gentle smile.
They started wrestling on the bed right next to me. Naresh quickly pinned my wife down on her back. He climbed fully on top of her, pressing his body against hers. While pretending it was just playful wrestling, he leaned down and kissed her lips first. The kiss started soft, then grew deeper.
My wife kissed him back, her lips pressing against his with genuine sisterly affection. That was the moment Naresh lost control completely. He ground his hard cock (still inside his shorts) hard against her thick juicy 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 panties.
My wife quickly realized what had happened. She sat up, took the edge of the bedsheet and gently wiped the cum from his thighs and cock. She even held his cock carefully with her hand and wiped it clean while continuing to advise him like a caring elder sister that wrestling in her bra and panties excited him too much and he lost control. She told him she didn’t want him to see her as anything other than his elder sister and sent him home to take rest.
I watched everything silently, my cock throbbing with excitement at how far things had gone already on the very first day.
Day 2
The same tempting pattern repeated.
Naresh arrived exactly when my wife stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing only her bra and panties. She looked incredibly fresh and sensual — her skin still glowing and slightly damp from the bath, her massive heavy boobs rising and falling gently inside the bra with every breath, her dark nipples slightly visible through the thin cups, her deep navel clearly exposed, and her plump round ass cheeks and thick juicy thighs perfectly hugged by the panties. Small droplets of water still clung to her body, making her look even more tempting and desirable.
I was still lying in bed, watching everything quietly.
For a brief moment, my wife felt shy and embarrassed again. She crossed her arms lightly over her chest, her cheeks turning a soft pink. But then she reminded herself that Naresh had already seen her in this state many times. She lowered her arms, smiled warmly like a normal elder sister, and welcomed him.
Just as she bent down to pick up her petticoat, Naresh asked for a wrestling match. My wife advised him like a caring elder sister to let her wear something over first, as it was not proper when she was only in her bra and panties.
Naresh pleaded emotionally that once he went back to the US he would never get this chance again and begged her not to make him wait.
My wife’s heart softened once more. She became emotional thinking about his departure. She glanced at me. When I nodded, she agreed with a gentle smile.
They started wrestling on the bed right next to me. Naresh pinned my wife down and began kissing and sucking her neck passionately. At the same time, I slid my left hand inside her panties and fingered her pussy. My fingers rubbed her pussy lips slowly at first, then circled her clit with steady pressure. I slid two fingers inside her pussy and moved them in and out while my thumb rubbed her clit.
My wife loved the way I was fingering her pussy. She looked straight into my eyes with heavy-lidded pleasure and soft moans while Naresh continued kissing and sucking her neck. Her pussy became very wet around my fingers. I fingered her deeper and faster. Her body started trembling. She came hard inside her panties, her pussy pulsing and squeezing my fingers rhythmically as waves of pleasure ran through her.
At the same moment, Naresh kept rubbing his cock hard against her thighs and kissing her neck passionately.
Day 3
On the third morning, my wife stepped out of the bathroom after her shower, wearing only her bra and panties. She looked incredibly fresh and sensual — her skin glowing from the bath, her massive heavy boobs rising and falling gently inside the bra with every breath, her dark nipples slightly visible through the thin cups, her deep navel clearly exposed, and her plump round ass cheeks and thick juicy thighs perfectly hugged by the panties. Small droplets of water still clung to her body, making her look even more tempting.
I was still lying in bed, watching everything quietly.
For a brief moment, my wife felt shy and embarrassed again. She crossed her arms lightly over her chest, her cheeks turning a soft pink. But then she reminded herself that Naresh had already seen her like this many times. She lowered her arms, smiled warmly like a normal elder sister, and welcomed him.
"Good morning, Naresh. You’re here again."
Just as she turned to pick up her petticoat, Naresh asked innocently,
"Sudha Akka, can we have one last wrestling match before I leave?"
My wife shook her head and said gently,
"Naresh, I’m not really in the mood today. Let me wear my clothes first."
Naresh looked at her with sad, emotional eyes and pleaded,
"Please Akka… after I go to the US, I will never get this chance again. This might be our very last time to play like brother and sister. Please don’t say no. I will miss you so much."
My wife’s heart softened once more. She became emotional, thinking about his upcoming departure. She glanced at me for a moment. When I nodded silently, she sighed softly and agreed,
"Alright… just this once."
They started wrestling on the bed right next to me. Naresh pinned my wife down more aggressively. He kissed her all over her face and neck, and rubbed his hard cock firmly against her thick juicy thighs, sliding it up and down with clear hunger.
As the wrestling grew more intense, Naresh suddenly tried to slide her panties to the side. He positioned the head of his cock at her pussy entrance and begged desperately,
"Please Akka… just let me put it inside once… I want to feel you… just for a moment… please let me insert my cock in your pussy…"
My wife’s eyes widened in shock and anger. She immediately pushed him off her with both hands and sat up quickly, breathing heavily. She yelled at him angrily,
"Naresh! What are you doing?! Have you gone mad?! How dare you try to put your cock inside me?! I am your elder sister! Stop this right now!"
Naresh looked shocked and suddenly became very sad. His eyes filled with tears as he sat back, looking down like a scolded child.
My wife’s anger softened when she saw his sad face. She took a deep breath and spoke to him affectionately yet firmly, like a caring elder sister who had finally reached her limit,
"Naresh… I love you as my little brother. But what you just tried to do is completely wrong. I will never let you touch me that way or lust after me. This has gone too far and I am fed up with it. From now on, you will not try anything like this again. I want you to see me only as your elder sister, nothing more."
She sent him home with a gentle push and a sisterly smile, though her voice carried clear finality.
On day 4, which was just the day before Naresh was leaving abroad, I returned home from court in the evening. The moment I stepped inside the house, I found my wife sitting on the bed in our bedroom, crying bitterly. Her eyes were red and swollen, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked completely shaken and scared.
The moment she saw me, my wife rushed towards me and hugged me tightly. Her body was trembling as she started complaining through her sobs,
"Rajesh… Naresh tried to bang me today… He came when I was alone in the house… He pinned me down on the bed… He tried to remove my panties and force his cock inside my pussy… I screamed and pushed him away with all my strength… He is not treating me like his elder sister anymore… He is lusting after me… I am so scared…"
I felt pure anger rising inside me as I listened to her words. My fists clenched tightly and my jaw tightened. I held my wife closer, my voice filled with real rage.
My wife continued crying against my chest,
"I told him again and again that I am his elder sister… But he didn’t listen… He kept begging to insert his cock inside my pussy… I had to fight him off… How can he do this to me, Rajesh? I treated him like my own brother…"
I pulled back slightly, my face hard with anger, and said firmly,
"This is too much. I am going straight to the security officer station right now to complain against him. He cannot get away with trying to bang you."
My wife’s eyes widened in panic. She immediately grabbed my arm tightly and shook her head, still crying,
"No Rajesh… please don’t go to the cops… If you complain, there will be a big case… He is leaving for the US tomorrow… It will ruin his entire future and his plans… I don’t want to destroy his life like that… Please… let him go tomorrow without any trouble…"
I looked at my wife in disbelief, my anger still burning, and replied sharply,
"Sudha, I am a fucking advocate! I know the law very well. I can file a case under Section 376 for attempt to bang. I can also add charges for criminal intimidation and outraging the modesty of a woman. I will make sure the security officer arrest him immediately. I can drag this case for years even after he goes to the US. I can inform the US embassy and make his visa and future life miserable. He will never be able to live peacefully. I will destroy his career and his life completely if I want to."
My wife looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, still pleading desperately,
"Rajesh please… I know you can do all that… But he is still like a little brother to me… I don’t want to send him to jail or spoil his future in the US… Please… for my sake… don’t complain to the security officer… Let him leave tomorrow as planned…"
I stood there breathing heavily, still furious, my fists clenched tightly. My wife hugged me again tightly, whispering through fresh tears,
"Promise me you won’t go to the cops… Please…"
I remained silent for a long moment, my anger refusing to cool down, torn between my rage as an advocate and my wife’s emotional plea.
This was the breaking point my wife had reached, and the situation now felt truly dangerous and out of control.
I just could not believe that bastard actually tried to bang my wife. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. If he had simply asked me, I would have convinced my wife to sleep with him. He could have enjoyed her completely — fucked her pussy, played with her boobs, and taken whatever he wanted. But forcing her and trying to bang her crossed every limit. As an advocate, pure rage filled me and I had no intention of sparing him.
I stormed out of the house without a word. My wife ran after me, still crying, and begged desperately,
"Rajesh please… don’t go… Please stop… He is leaving tomorrow… Don’t create a scene…"
I pushed her hand away and kept walking. My wife tried to hold my arm again, but I shook her off. I entered their house and shouted loudly,
"Naresh! Come out, you bastard!"
Naresh stepped out from his room, looking nervous. Before he could speak, I grabbed his collar and started punching him hard — on his face, stomach, and chest. He staggered back, completely shocked and afraid, staying totally silent as he tried to shield himself.
My wife rushed inside, grabbed my arm with both hands, and began pulling me back with all her strength. While dragging me towards the door, she yelled at Naresh angrily,
"Naresh! Look what you have done! Rajesh is so angry because of you!"
She kept pulling me forcefully, her voice shaking with disappointment and rage as she continued scolding him,
"How could you do this?! Rajesh is such a gentleman! He gave you so much freedom! He allowed you to see me in my bra and panties! He even allowed you to kiss my lips! He never stopped you from hugging me or wrestling with me! And this is how you repay us?! You tried to bang me?! You tried to force your cock inside my pussy?! Shame on you! I treated you like my own brother and you betrayed us like this!"
Naresh remained completely silent, head bowed, eyes filled with fear. He looked utterly broken as my wife kept yelling while pulling me out,
"Rajesh trusted you completely and this is what you did?! I am so ashamed of you! Never come near me again! Go pack your bags and leave tomorrow! Never show your face here again!"
My wife refused to release my arm. She dragged me firmly back to our house, still breathing heavily from shouting. Once inside, she closed the door quickly and made me sit on the sofa. She sat beside me, holding my hand tightly, and gently stroked my arm, trying to calm the anger that still burned inside me.
"Rajesh… please calm down now… You have already taught him a lesson… Let him leave tomorrow… I don’t want any bigger problem…"
I sat there breathing heavily, my fists still clenched, my anger cooling slowly only because of my wife’s firm grip and emotional words.
This was the first time my wife had to physically stop me, yell at Naresh, and bring me back home to control the situation.
After the incident with Naresh, both my wife and I were in a completely off mood. The house felt heavy with silence and tension. Neither of us wanted to stay inside. My wife suggested softly,
"Rajesh, let’s go to the temple… I need some peace… My mind is not calm at all."
I nodded without saying much. We decided to visit the nearby temple to relax our minds and seek some mental peace.
My wife went to change. She came out wearing a beautiful pink saree dbangd low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel. The pink blouse hugged her massive heavy boobs tightly, making them push forward prominently. Her mangalsutra rested between her deep boob cleavage over the blouse. She looked stunning yet simple in her traditional Tamil style, but her face still carried the strain and sadness from what had happened earlier.
I changed into a simple dhoti and shirt. We both left the house quietly and walked towards the temple. The evening air felt slightly cool as we moved through the middle-class streets of Chennai. My wife walked silently beside me, holding my hand lightly. Her pink saree pallu occasionally slipped from her shoulder, revealing more of her pink blouse and the way her heavy boobs moved with each step.
We reached the temple, removed our footwear, and entered the peaceful premises. The mild fragrance of incense and flowers filled the air. My wife folded her hands and stood before the main deity with closed eyes, praying silently. I stood next to her, still feeling the anger simmering inside me, but trying to calm down for her sake.
We spent some time inside the temple, sitting on the stone steps in one corner. My wife leaned her head lightly on my shoulder and whispered,
"Rajesh… I just want to forget everything that happened today… Let’s pray that things become normal again…"
I placed my arm around her shoulder and nodded, though my mind kept replaying the events. The temple visit helped a little in relaxing our disturbed minds, but the tension between us and the incident with Naresh still lingered heavily.
After spending some time praying inside the temple, we sat on the stone steps in one quiet corner. My wife noticed that I was still sad and worried. She turned towards me, gently held my hand, and spoke in a soft, caring voice,
"Rajesh… please cheer up… Don’t keep thinking about it… I am fine… I did not let him do anything… I pushed him away before he could cum inside my pussy… Nothing happened… Please don’t be so sad…"
I looked at her, my face still tight with anger, and replied,
"Sudha, I am not just sad… I am angry and frustrated… I am a fucking advocate… I know exactly how to make his life hell… I can file cases under multiple sections… attempt to bang, criminal force, outraging modesty… I can drag him to court even after he goes to the US… I can inform the embassy, spoil his visa, destroy his career… He deserves it for what he tried to do to you."
My wife squeezed my hand gently and shook her head. She spoke calmly, trying to soothe me,
"Rajesh… please… let’s forget all this and move on… He is leaving tomorrow anyway… I don’t want any more tension or problems… We have already dealt with enough… Come on, cheer up for me…"
She kept holding my hand and looking at me with loving eyes, clearly trying her best to cheer me up. Then she pointed towards the roadside near the temple entrance where a small street food shop was glowing under the lights. The aroma of hot bajjis and chaat was floating in the air.
"Look… there is that street food shop… Let’s go there… I feel like eating something spicy… Come, take me there… It will make both of us feel better…"
I looked at her for a moment, still angry inside, but I could not refuse when she was trying so hard. I nodded slowly and stood up.
"Okay… let’s go."
My wife smiled softly, still holding my hand. We walked out of the temple together and headed towards the roadside street food shop. The pink saree pallu fluttered lightly as we walked, and her heavy boobs moved gently with each step. Even though my mind was still disturbed, I went along with her, trying to push the anger aside for now.
We walked out of the temple and headed straight to the busy roadside street food stall glowing under yellow lights. The air was filled with the tempting aroma of hot oil, spices, and fresh chutneys. My wife’s eyes lit up a little as she looked at the items displayed.
She pointed excitedly at the stall and told me,
"Rajesh, I feel like eating something spicy today… Buy milagai bajji and urulaikizhangu bonda for both of us… And also one plate of sundal… I am really hungry."
I nodded and ordered for her. The vendor quickly prepared fresh, piping hot milagai bajji (whole green chillies dipped in spiced gram flour batter and deep-fried until crisp), golden urulaikizhangu bonda (spiced mashed potato balls coated in batter and fried), and a plate of tangy sundal (boiled chickpeas tossed with coconut, raw mango, onions, and green chillies).
I brought everything on newspaper plates and handed them to my wife. She took the plate with a small smile and started eating more freely than usual.
Normally, my wife would be very conscious while eating street food outside. She would carefully adjust her pink saree pallu to make sure it didn’t slip and reveal her deep navel or the soft flesh of her waist. She would also keep pulling her saree to cover her boob cleavage properly. But today, after I had promised her that I had changed and was no longer possessive or jealous, she was enjoying the food without worrying about anything.
She bit into the hot milagai bajji first. The crisp outer layer broke with a loud crunch, and the spicy green chilli inside made her eyes water slightly. She fanned her mouth with her hand and laughed softly,
"Mmm… so spicy… but so good…"
She then picked up an urulaikizhangu bonda, broke it into two pieces, and fed one piece directly to me with her fingers. While eating the other piece herself, she licked the spicy chutney off her fingers without any hesitation. Her pink saree pallu had slipped slightly from her shoulder, exposing more of her pink blouse and the upper curves of her heavy boobs, but she didn’t bother adjusting it today. Her deep navel remained clearly visible as the saree sat low on her hips, yet she continued eating happily.
She took a spoonful of sundal and fed me again, her fingers brushing my lips. She was eating more openly and joyfully, completely free from her usual self-consciousness about other men ogling at her exposed navel, waist, or boob cleavage.
Between bites, she looked at me and said softly,
"See… this tastes so much better when I don’t have to worry about anything… Thank you for changing, Rajesh…"
I watched her enjoy the street food so freely — biting into the spicy milagai bajji, feeding me urulaikizhangu bonda, and licking her fingers — while her pink saree remained slightly dishevelled. For the first time in a long while, she looked relaxed and happy while eating outside, even though several men at the stall were stealing glances at her.
The spicy street food, the cool evening air, and my wife’s newfound freedom made the moment strangely intimate despite the heavy events of the day.
While my wife was enjoying the street food, she suddenly noticed a few street food vendors at the stall openly ogling at her. Their eyes were fixed on her low-dbangd pink saree, her exposed deep navel, and the way her heavy boobs pushed against her pink blouse.
She quickly remembered what I had told her earlier — that strangers ogling at her would make me horny. A small mischievous smile appeared on her face. She leaned closer to me and whispered softly in my ear,
"Rajesh… look… those few shop vendors are staring at me so openly… Should I tease them a little? It might change your sad mood and make you feel better…"
I shook my head immediately and whispered back,
"No Sudha… it’s okay… you don’t have to do that."
But my wife knew me well. She could sense that it would definitely make me horny and lift my mood. Without waiting for my reply, she walked straight towards the vendors with the half-eaten plate still in her hand.
She stood close to the first vendor and asked innocently,
"Anna… these milagai bajji are so crispy… How do you make the batter so perfect? Can you tell me the exact way? I want to try making it at home for Rajesh…"
While asking, she deliberately leaned forward, letting her pink saree pallu slip further from her shoulder. This exposed more of her deep navel and the upper curves of her heavy boobs over the pink blouse. She smiled sweetly and extended her hand, gently touching the vendor’s wrist and forearm while pretending to learn.
The first vendor’s eyes widened in shock and lust. His breathing turned heavy and ragged within seconds. He swallowed hard multiple times, his Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. His body stiffened as his cock swelled rapidly inside his lungi, pushing out a thick, obvious tent that twitched visibly. He tried to speak but his voice came out hoarse and shaky,
"Amma… the… the batter… you mix it like this…"
His free hand unconsciously moved towards his lungi as if trying to adjust his hard cock, but he stopped midway, too aroused to think straight.
My wife moved to the next vendor, still lightly caressing the first one’s arm, and asked about the urulaikizhangu bonda,
"And this bonda… how do you make the potato filling so spicy? Teach me na… I will make it for my husband…"
She placed her fingers on the second vendor’s shoulder and chest, caressing slowly in the name of learning. The second vendor let out a low, guttural groan. His face flushed dark red, sweat forming on his forehead instantly. His cock jerked hard inside his lungi, creating a massive, throbbing bulge that stood out prominently. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, clearly struggling to control his erection, his eyes locked on her deep navel and boobs with raw hunger.
She continued teasing them playfully, asking more questions about the sundal and how they tempered it. She touched their hands, arms, and shoulders repeatedly, sometimes letting her fingers linger longer, tracing small circles on their skin. Both vendors were now completely lost in lust — breathing heavily like animals in heat, eyes glued shamelessly to her exposed navel and boobs, their cocks rock hard and straining blatantly against their lungis. One of them even bit his lower lip hard, while the other’s hand trembled visibly near his crotch, fighting the urge to touch himself.
My wife glanced back at me with a naughty, knowing smile, fully aware of the intense effect she was having on both the vendors and on me, while the two men stood there speechless, painfully aroused, and visibly excited by her teasing touches.
The entire scene was turning the heavy mood into something dangerously exciting.
My wife noticed the clear change in my mood. My eyes had darkened with arousal and my breathing had become heavier as I watched her tease the vendors. She gave me a naughty little smile, understanding exactly what was happening to me.
Feeling bolder now, she turned back to the two vendors and said sweetly,
"Thank you so much for teaching me… You both are so nice…"
She stepped closer to the first vendor, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a tight hug. Her massive heavy boobs pressed firmly against his chest over her pink blouse. She held the embrace for a long moment, her deep navel and soft waist brushing against his body. The vendor’s hands immediately went around her back, pulling her closer. His hard cock throbbed violently inside his lungi and poked against her lower belly. He let out a shaky groan, his fingers digging into her back as he enjoyed the feel of her heavy boobs and warm body.
She then moved to the second vendor and wrapped her arms around his neck too, hugging him tightly. Once again her heavy boobs mashed against his chest. The second vendor hugged her back eagerly, his hands sliding down to her low waist, fingers brushing the exposed skin above her saree. His cock was rock hard and he ground it subtly against her thighs, breathing heavily into her ear.
While still hugging the second vendor, he whispered desperately in her ear,
"Amma… my house is just behind this compound… Please come with me for one hour… I will bring you back safely…"
My wife pulled back slightly from the hug, looked at him with a flirtatious smile and asked innocently,
"Why do you want me to come to your house? Tell me clearly…"
The vendor, now extremely horny and bold, looked straight into her eyes and said in a low, hungry voice,
"Amma… you are so beautiful… your figure is so attractive… I have never seen anyone like you before… Just once in my life I want to spend some time with a woman as tempting as you… Please come… I will treat you very well…"
My wife glanced at me with a teasing smile, knowing it was turning me on. She continued flirting with the vendor,
"But my husband is standing right there… You should ask his permission first…"
The vendor looked scared when he saw me, but realizing this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he gathered courage. He boldly took my wife’s hand in his and started walking towards me, still holding her fingers tightly.
My wife walked with him, her pink saree pallu still slipped, deep navel fully exposed. She knew I was getting extremely horny watching another man hold her hand so possessively. She gave me a mischievous look, deliberately letting him lead her closer to me.
When they reached me, the vendor, still holding my wife’s hand, asked nervously but boldly,
"Sir… can I take your wife to my house just for one hour? I will bring her back safely… Please sir…"
The moment he said those words while holding my wife’s hand, fresh waves of horniness hit me. My cock throbbed hard inside my trousers. I could not take it anymore.
I quickly pulled my wife’s other hand, yanked her away from him, and said in a rough voice,
"No… We are going home now."
I dragged my wife straight to our car, opened the door, and made her sit inside. My wife looked at me with a knowing, aroused smile as I started the car and drove us home quickly, my heart pounding with intense arousal from everything that had just happened.
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