19-04-2026, 11:58 AM
I drove the car as fast as I could through the Chennai streets, my foot pressing hard on the accelerator. My heart was pounding, my cock rock hard and throbbing inside my trousers the entire way. The images of my wife hugging the vendors, pressing her heavy boobs against them, and letting them hold her hand kept flashing in my mind. The tension to reach home was unbearable.
My wife sat right next to me in the passenger seat. She looked at me with a naughty, aroused smile, clearly enjoying how desperate and horny I was. She decided to tease me even more.
She slowly lifted her pink saree along with her petticoat up to her thighs, then higher, until her wet panties were fully visible. The crotch of her panties was soaked and clinging to her pussy lips. She spread her legs slightly and whispered teasingly,
"Look Rajesh… see how wet my panties have become because of you… because of the way you got horny watching me tease those men…"
I glanced at her exposed wet panties and groaned. My cock twitched violently. I could not control myself. While still driving fast with my right hand on the steering wheel, I reached over with my left hand and slid it inside her wet panties.
My fingers immediately touched her warm, soaked pussy lips. She was dripping wet. I rubbed her pussy lips slowly at first, then circled her clit with my fingers. My wife moaned softly and pushed her hips forward, letting my fingers explore her pussy more freely.
The more I touched her wet pussy, the hornier I became. I inserted two fingers inside her tight pussy and started moving them in and out while my thumb rubbed her clit. My wife bit her lip and moaned, her heavy boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her pink blouse.
I was driving faster now, overtaking vehicles recklessly, my left hand still buried inside her panties, fingering her pussy nonstop. The entire car was filled with the wet sounds of my fingers moving in and out of her dripping pussy and my wife’s soft, excited moans.
She looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes and whispered breathlessly,
"Drive fast, Rajesh… I want you to fuck me hard the moment we reach home…"
I kept fingering her pussy deeper and faster, my cock aching painfully inside my trousers, desperate to reach home and bury myself inside her.
The horny tension in the car was at its peak as I raced home with my fingers still playing with my wife’s wet pussy.
I drove the car like a madman through the crowded Chennai streets. The engine roared as I weaved between buses, autos, and bikes, my foot jammed hard on the accelerator. My heart was pounding violently, and my cock was painfully hard, throbbing and leaking precum with every bump on the road. The vivid memories refused to leave my mind — my wife wrapping her arms around those vendors’ necks, pulling them close, pressing her massive heavy boobs firmly against their chests, her deep navel on full display, and the way she let them hold her hand while walking towards me. Every single second of that teasing scene played on repeat, making my cock twitch and ache. The desperate, burning need to get home and bury myself inside her pussy was driving me insane with lust.
My wife sat right beside me in the passenger seat, her body turned slightly towards me. She kept watching me with a naughty, aroused smile playing on her lips, clearly loving how frantic and horny I had become. She gave me teasing facial reactions — slowly biting her lower lip, raising her eyebrows suggestively, and deliberately shifting in her seat so her pink saree rode higher up her thick thighs. Every time I stole a quick, hungry glance at her, she would smile even wider, her eyes sparkling with pure mischief, fully enjoying the power she had over me at that moment.
The moment the car screeched to a halt in front of our house, I didn’t waste even a second. I yanked the keys out, grabbed my wife’s wrist tightly, and practically dragged her out of the car. She was laughing breathlessly as I pulled her inside the house. The second we crossed the threshold, I kicked the bedroom door shut with a loud bang.
I slammed my wife against the nearest wall, my body pressing into hers. My hands moved with frantic urgency as I started stripping her. I ripped her pink saree pallu off her shoulder, unwrapped the entire saree in one rough motion, and let the soft material pool around her feet. I unhooked her pink blouse from the front, pulled it open, and tossed it aside. I untied the knot of her petticoat and shoved it down her wide hips, letting it fall. Then I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and watched her massive heavy boobs bounce free. Finally, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them roughly down her thick juicy thighs, throwing them across the room.
I stripped myself naked in seconds, my hard cock springing out, already dripping with precum and pointing straight at her. Without any warning, I pushed my wife onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and spread her legs wide apart with my knees.
My wife was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were wide with genuine excitement and surprise. She had never seen me this wild, this aggressive, this consumed by lust in all our married life. She opened her legs even wider for me, offering her clean shaved pussy that was already swollen, wet, and glistening with her juices.
I positioned the swollen, leaking head of my cock at her pussy entrance and thrust forward in one powerful, deep stroke. My wife cried out loudly as I buried my entire thick cock to the hilt inside her tight, soaking pussy. I immediately started fucking her with hard, fast, relentless strokes, my hips slamming against her thighs with raw force.
While pounding her pussy deep and hard, I leaned down and took one of her heavy boobs into my mouth. I sucked her nipple hard, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak, then moved to the other boob, sucking and biting gently. My wife moaned loudly, arching her back and pushing her boobs deeper into my mouth.
"Ahhh… Rajesh… suck them harder… yes… like that…" she gasped, her fingers gripping my hair.
I continued sucking her boobs hungrily while thrusting my cock deep into her pussy. Between sucks I groaned,
"Sudha… thank you… fuck… thank you so much for teasing those strangers today… I loved every second of it…"
My wife moaned even louder, her pussy clenching around my cock,
"Mmm… you liked that, Rajesh? You liked watching your wife press her heavy boobs against other men?"
I thrust deeper, still sucking her nipple, and groaned,
"Yes… fuck yes… I loved how you hugged them so tight… pressing your boobs against their chests…"
My wife smiled wickedly, her voice shaky with pleasure,
"Tell me more… Did their cocks become hard for me? Did you see how they were poking against my body?"
I pounded her harder,
"Yes… their cocks were rock hard inside their lungis… poking and rubbing against you… I was throbbing while watching…"
My wife moaned louder, her hips rising to meet every thrust,
"Good… because this is just the beginning… I am going to tease more strangers for you… I will let them hug me tighter… I will let them stare at my boobs and navel… I will make their cocks throb even more… Do you want that, Rajesh? Do you want your wife to become a tease for other men?"
I groaned loudly,
"Yes… I want it… I want you to tease them… make them crazy for you…"
My wife whispered hotly, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulder blades,
"Then I will… I promise… I will flirt with more men… let them touch me… let them get hard for your wife… All for you, Rajesh… only to make you happy and horny…"
I kissed her lips passionately, almost biting them. My wife kissed me back with equal hunger, her tongue sliding deep into my mouth. Between wet, sloppy kisses she moaned,
"Another one for you… anything to make you happy… I love only you… I will do anything for you… only for you…"
She cooperated fully, rolling her hips up to meet every brutal thrust, milking my cock with her tight, wet pussy, giving me maximum pleasure with every movement.
As I kept slamming into her, the vivid scene from the street food stall suddenly flashed in front of my eyes again — my wife hugging the two vendors tightly, her heavy boobs mashed against their chests, her deep navel exposed, her soft laughter, the way their cocks tented obviously in their lungis, their hungry eyes devouring her body, their hands trembling as they touched her. The memory was so clear and intense that it pushed me right to the edge.
I could not hold it any longer.
With a deep, guttural moan — "Aaaaaaaaaaaah… Sudha…!" — I buried my cock as deep as possible inside her pussy and started cumming hard. Thick, powerful jets of hot cum erupted deep inside her, flooding her pussy completely.
At the exact same moment, my wife came with me. Her pussy convulsed and squeezed my cock rhythmically as she cried out, "Mmmmmmm… mmmmmmm… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Rajesh… I’m cumming…!"
We both shook violently together in a long, shattering orgasm, my cock pumping load after load deep inside her until we were both completely spent and breathless.
Both of us lay on the bed, breathing heavily, our bodies glistening with sweat after the intense sex. My wife pulled me gently onto her chest. I rested my head between her massive heavy boobs, feeling their soft warmth against my cheek. She smiled lovingly and started brushing my hair with her fingers in slow, tender strokes.
"I love you so much, Rajesh," she whispered softly and kissed my forehead with deep affection.
I smiled against her boobs, feeling completely relaxed and content in her arms. The passionate love we shared after such wild fucking made everything feel warm and safe again.
My wife continued stroking my hair and asked gently,
"Did I manage to change your mood, Rajesh? Did you forget about Naresh for a while?"
I nodded, still smiling, and replied,
"Yes… you did. I feel much better now."
My wife looked genuinely happy. Her face lit up with relief and joy as she hugged my head closer to her boobs.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, she asked curiously,
"Rajesh… tell me honestly… did you get horny and excited when Naresh was hugging me tightly… kissing my cheeks… and when I showed him my bra and panties?"
I lied without hesitation and said calmly,
"No… I didn’t. I saw it only as a sisterly and brotherly thing. Nothing more."
My wife smiled softly and said,
"Good… because if I had felt even for a second that he was mingling with me with cheap intentions, I wouldn’t have even spoken to him. I treated him like my own younger brother."
She immediately changed the topic with a playful tone and said,
"But those two street vendors today… especially the second one… he was feeling up my bra over my blouse when I hugged him. His hands were roaming on my back. Next time when we go there, we should tease them even more… What do you say?"
We both started laughing together, the tension from the morning slowly melting away in each other’s arms.
As we were happily relaxing in bed, cuddling and talking softly, my phone rang around 3 PM. It was the Marwadi from the pawn shop.
The moment I answered, his voice came through sternly,
"Rajesh sir… the 10 days I gave you are almost over. Have you arranged the 20 lakhs to recover your wife’s ancestral gold? If not, we will have to auction it next week."
My wife, who was lying next to me, heard everything. Her face instantly turned pale. She sat up quickly, panic written all over her face. The ancestral gold — the same gold that had been passed down through generations from her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother — was now in serious danger.
She immediately panicked and her eyes filled with tears. Her voice trembled as she spoke,
"Rajesh… that gold is everything to me… It belongs to my mother’s family for generations… I pledged it only because we had no other way to build our dream house… Now Naresh was our only hope to recover it with 20 lakhs… But after what happened this morning… how can I ask him now? We have already borrowed money from so many people… There is no one left to help us… If we lose that gold, I will never forgive myself…"
She almost started crying, her body shaking with fear and desperation. The morning’s attempted bang incident had already shaken her badly, and now this sudden call from the Marwadi made everything ten times worse. She looked at me with helpless, teary eyes, her voice breaking,
"What are we going to do, Rajesh? That gold is not just jewellery… it is my family’s legacy… I have to recover it at any cost… but now… after everything with Naresh… I don’t know what to do…"
Both of us were now in complete panic. The only person who could help us with 20 lakhs was Naresh — the same man who had tried to bang my wife just this morning.
We both sat on the bed in heavy silence. The Marwadi’s words were still ringing in our ears. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling completely lost.
I looked at my wife and spoke worriedly,
"Sudha… I think I hit Naresh too hard today."
My wife’s face tightened with concern.
I continued,
"He looked really scared when I was beating him. Now he is our only option left to recover your ancestral gold. No one else can arrange 20 lakhs so quickly. If he refuses to help us now, we will lose the gold forever."
My wife sat up straighter, her eyes showing growing panic. She took a deep breath and said slowly,
"Rajesh… I have an idea."
She paused for a moment, then looked at me with determination.
"All this while he has been acting like a brother… and I have been treating him like one. Now I will go back to him and play the same role again. I will behave as if nothing happened this morning."
She squeezed my hand gently and continued,
"I will prepare his favourite gulab jamun, take it to him, talk sweetly, and ask for his help. I know how to handle him. Trust me… I can convince him without bringing up what happened today."
I looked at her hesitantly, still doubtful.
My wife leaned closer and spoke softly but firmly,
"Please… we don’t have any other choice right now. I know how to deal with him. I will act normal, like his Sudha Akka. Everything will be fine. Let me try."
After thinking for a few seconds, I finally nodded.
"Okay… if you think you can handle it, then go. But please be careful."
My wife gave me a small, relieved smile and immediately got up from the bed.
She went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and came out completely naked, water droplets still shining on her skin. She first put on her regular Indian bra, then slipped into her panties. After that she tied her petticoat low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel. She wore her pink blouse and finally dbangd her pink saree neatly, adjusting the pallu properly.
She went straight to the kitchen and prepared fresh, hot gulab jamun with extra care. Once it was ready, she packed it nicely in a tiffin box.
Before leaving, she tried calling Naresh. She dialled his number once… twice… three times. But he was not answering. Her face started showing more panic.
She looked at me with worried eyes and said,
"He is not picking up my calls, Rajesh… What if he is still angry with us?"
Still, she took the tiffin box and left for Naresh’s house, her steps hurried and anxious.
After about twenty-five minutes, my wife returned home looking even more worried and disappointed. She placed the tiffin box on the table and sat down heavily on the bed beside me.
She spoke in a shaky voice,
"He was not at home. His family said he has gone with his friends for last-minute shopping before leaving tomorrow. They don’t know when he will return… and he is still not answering my calls."
She looked at me with teary eyes, her voice breaking slightly,
"What are we going to do now? Naresh is our only hope to recover the ancestral gold… and now even he is not responding."
The situation felt even more desperate than before.
It was around 10 PM at night. My wife went into the bathroom for her usual Saturday night routine. Every Saturday without fail, she carefully shaved her pussy and asshole until both were completely smooth and clean. She took her time, making sure not a single hair remained. After finishing, she washed herself thoroughly and came out of the bathroom completely naked, her skin glowing and fresh.
She walked towards the cupboard to pick up her white nighty. But before she could wear it, I called her softly from the bed,
"Sudha… come here… naked."
My wife turned around, saw me lying naked on the bed, and smiled knowingly. She understood exactly what I wanted. She walked towards me with a shy yet excited smile.
She climbed onto the bed and got on all fours, facing away from me. She arched her back slightly and pushed her ass towards my face, presenting her freshly shaved pussy and asshole beautifully for me.
I stared at her in erotic admiration. Her clean shaved pussy looked perfect — the outer pussy lips were smooth and plump, slightly parted, revealing the soft pink inner pussy lips that were already glistening with wetness. Her clit was small and cute, peeking out at the top. Just above it, her tight pink asshole looked tiny, perfectly round, smooth, and inviting. Both her pussy and asshole were hairless, soft, and smelled fresh after her shower. The sight was incredibly erotic.
My wife looked back at me over her shoulder, enjoying the way I was staring at her most private parts. She gave me a naughty smile, clearly loving how much I was admiring her.
I got completely naked, took my hard cock in my hand, and started stroking it slowly. Then I bent down and brought my face close to her ass. I started with her asshole first.
I pressed my tongue flat against her tight pink asshole and licked it slowly in circles. The taste was clean, slightly musky, and incredibly addictive. I licked her asshole with long, slow strokes, then pointed my tongue and pushed it gently inside the tight ring. My wife moaned softly,
"Mmmmmm… Rajesh…"
She pushed her ass back against my face, clearly enjoying the sensation. I continued licking and sucking her asshole, my tongue moving in and out, tasting every bit of her smooth, freshly shaved hole.
After a few minutes, I moved lower and began tasting her pussy. I ran my tongue from her asshole all the way down to her wet pussy lips. I licked her outer pussy lips slowly, then sucked them into my mouth one by one. My wife moaned louder and spread her knees wider, giving me better access. I pushed my tongue between her inner pussy lips and licked her deeply, tasting her sweet, warm juices. I flicked her clit with my tongue rapidly, then sucked it gently.
My wife was breathing heavily now. She spread her knees even more and pushed her pussy back against my mouth, clearly signalling that she wanted me to fuck her.
I straightened up, positioned my hard cock at her wet pussy entrance, and was just about to thrust inside her when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly.
It was Naresh calling.
My wife’s eyes widened. She quickly reached for the phone that was charging on the bedside table, pulled it from the charger, and answered the call while still on all fours.
The phone kept ringing. My wife quickly grabbed it from the bedside table and answered the call while still completely naked.
I immediately signalled her to put the call on speaker. She tapped the speaker icon and stood up from the bed, walking slowly around the bedroom while talking, holding the phone in her hand. Her massive heavy boobs swayed gently with every step, her deep navel clearly visible, and her smooth shaved pussy and thick juicy thighs on full display.
Naresh’s voice came through, sounding completely normal — as if nothing had happened in the morning.
"Sudha Akka… hello… I saw your missed calls. Sorry, I was out with friends for shopping."
My wife replied in her usual sweet elder-sister tone while walking naked,
"Naresh… it’s okay. I called to ask how you are. I made gulab jamun for you today and came to give it, but you were not at home."
Naresh sounded grateful,
"Really Akka? You made gulab jamun for me? Thank you so much… I love your gulab jamun."
My wife continued walking slowly, her heavy boobs bouncing softly,
"I kept it safely for you. Come and take it tomorrow morning before you leave."
Naresh replied casually,
"Akka, my flight is tomorrow at 11:30 PM. I will come in the morning to take the gulab jamun."
My wife stopped near the window, still fully naked, and asked,
"11:30 PM? That’s quite late. Are you going alone to the airport?"
Naresh hesitated for a second, then asked in a slightly hesitant but hopeful voice,
"Akka… can I see you in your bra and panties once before I leave? Just like before… please?"
My wife paused for a moment. She looked at me. I gave her a small nod, agreeing.
She replied softly, still acting like his caring elder sister,
"Okay Naresh… you can see me in my bra and panties. But only for a few minutes. Come to the bedroom."
Naresh sounded relieved and excited,
"Thank you, Akka. I am coming now."
My wife ended the call and placed the phone on the bedside table. She stood there completely naked — her massive heavy boobs rising and falling with her breathing, deep navel exposed, smooth shaved pussy and thick juicy thighs fully visible under the bedroom light.
She looked at me with a mix of nervousness and determination, knowing she was doing all this only to recover her ancestral gold.
My wife stood naked in front of me after ending the call. She looked at me with serious but determined eyes and said softly,
"Rajesh… I am going to act like a caring elder sister again. I will be sweet, loving, and normal with him. I will not mention anything about what happened in the morning. I will keep playing the sister role until he agrees to give us the 20 lakhs to recover my ancestral gold."
I looked at her for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Okay… if you think this is the only way, then do it. But be careful."
My wife gave me a small smile and walked to the cupboard. She first picked up her navy blue panties.
She stepped into them one leg at a time — first sliding her left foot through the left leg hole, then her right foot through the right leg hole. She slowly pulled the navy blue panties up her thick juicy thighs until the waistband sat low under her deep navel. The panties hugged her smooth shaved pussy and plump round ass cheeks snugly.
Next, she picked up her white bra. She slid the straps over her shoulders and hooked it from the front. The cups lifted and cradled her massive heavy boobs, making them push forward prominently with her dark nipples faintly visible through the thin white material.
After that, she tied a red petticoat low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel, so a large portion of her soft belly remained exposed. The red petticoat rested just above her navy blue panties.
She then wore a matching red blouse, hooking it from the front over her white bra. The tight red blouse hugged her massive boobs firmly, pushing them up and creating a deep cleavage.
Finally, she dbangd a beautiful red saree over her body. She tucked the end into her petticoat, wrapped it around her hips, and pleated it neatly in front. The red saree sat low on her waist, fully exposing her deep navel and a wide strip of her soft belly. She adjusted the pallu over her shoulder, letting it dbang gracefully over her heavy boobs.
My wife looked at herself in the mirror, then turned to me and said confidently,
"This red saree is my lucky saree. Whenever I wear it, things work in my favour. I am sure Naresh will agree to give the money if I wear this."
I nodded, though I was still suspicious and worried.
"Okay… but what if he tries to take advantage of you again? What if he demands something more?"
My wife walked closer to me, still in her full red saree attire, looking incredibly sexy with her deep navel exposed and heavy boobs pushing against the red blouse. She held my face gently and said reassuringly,
"Don’t worry, Rajesh. I know how to handle him. I will keep everything under control. Trust me."
She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and waited for Naresh to arrive, looking every bit the caring elder sister in her lucky red saree.
A few minutes later, we heard the main door open. My wife quickly said,
"He has come."
Almost immediately, the bedroom door opened and Naresh walked in. The moment he entered, the atmosphere became tense. He could not look at me, and I could not look at him either after the brutal beating I had given him in the morning. He completely ignored my presence and went straight to my wife.
Naresh’s eyes filled with tears (acting dramatically) as he walked towards her. Without saying a word, he grabbed my wife’s hands and wrapped her arms around his own neck. He pulled her into a complete, tight embrace, pressing her body fully against his.
He buried his face in her neck and began complaining in a sobbing voice right in front of me,
"Sudha Akka… look what Rajesh Anna did to me this morning… He beat me so brutally… I was so scared… I thought he would kill me… How could he do this to me? I treated you both like my own family…"
While he was speaking, he started kissing my wife all over her neck and cheeks. His lips moved repeatedly from her neck to her cheek, sucking and pressing soft kisses. My wife felt every kiss clearly, but she controlled herself and continued acting like a caring elder sister.
She hugged him back tightly, wrapping her arms more firmly around his neck, and gently patted his back. While doing so, she looked at me over his shoulder and gave me a quick wink, silently telling me she was handling the situation.
In a soft, soothing voice she said,
"Naresh… shhh… don’t cry… I have already scolded Rajesh a lot for what he did this morning. He will never hurt you again. I promise. You are like my own younger brother… calm down…"
Naresh continued to enjoy himself, kissing her neck and cheeks more boldly, his hands roaming on her back over the red saree. He pressed his body closer to hers, clearly taking full advantage of the embrace while still pretending to cry.
My wife kept hugging him, gently stroking his back, and repeated in a comforting tone,
"It’s okay… everything is fine now… I am here… Stop crying… We are family, right?"
She kept winking at me whenever Naresh wasn’t looking, letting me know she was playing her part perfectly to recover the ancestral gold.
Naresh remained glued to her in the tight embrace, still kissing her neck and cheek repeatedly, while my wife continued to console him like a loving elder sister.
Naresh kept hugging my wife tightly, his body pressed against hers. He slowly became bolder. His hands slid down her back and boldly grabbed her plump round ass cheeks over the red saree. He squeezed her ass cheeks firmly with both hands, feeling their softness and fullness through the thin layers of the saree and petticoat. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks, kneading and pressing them repeatedly as if he couldn’t get enough.
He then moved his hands lower and started feeling up her panties over the saree. His palms rubbed and traced the panty lines over her ass cheeks, pressing the fabric of the saree against the navy blue panties underneath. He cupped each ass cheek fully, lifting and squeezing them while his fingers explored the edge of her panties through the layers.
My wife felt every touch clearly. Her body stiffened slightly, but she controlled herself and continued acting like a caring elder sister.
While Naresh was busy feeling up her ass cheeks and panties over the saree, my wife slowly opened the topic about the money. She spoke in a gentle, emotional voice,
"Naresh… actually… there is one thing I wanted to talk to you about…"
She paused for a moment, then continued softly,
"You know about the ancestral gold I pledged for our house construction, right? The Marwadi called today… the time is almost up. If we don’t pay 20 lakhs soon, they will auction the gold. That gold belonged to my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother… it is very precious to me…"
As she was speaking about the gold, Naresh became even hornier. He started kissing her all over her face — on her cheeks, jawline, and forehead. He tried to kiss her lips multiple times, but my wife kept turning her face away slightly. Still, a few of his kisses landed directly on her lips.
Naresh was breathing heavily, his hands still squeezing her ass cheeks over the saree. Suddenly he said in a husky voice,
"Akka… don’t worry about the money. I will send the 20 lakhs to your bank account right now so you can recover the gold."
While saying this, he brought his lips close to hers again, clearly intending to kiss her properly.
My wife looked at me for a split second with soft, apologetic eyes and whispered very quietly,
"Sorry…"
Then she stopped resisting. She leaned forward and kissed him back.
The kiss quickly turned passionate. Naresh kissed her hungrily, sucking both her upper and lower lips one after another. He pulled her lips into his mouth, sucking them with raw desire. My wife kissed him back — her lips moving against his lips, matching his intensity just enough to keep him happy. Naresh’s hands continued squeezing her ass cheeks tightly over the saree as he kissed her deeply, his tongue gently seeking entry.
The kiss lasted for almost a minute — intense, wet, and hungry from Naresh’s side, while my wife participated just enough to keep him willing to help with the money.
Naresh became even bolder after my wife kissed him back. He tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. His lips pressed harder onto hers, kissing her with increasing hunger. He sucked her upper lip, then her lower lip, pulling them into his mouth one by one. His tongue pushed forward, seeking entry.
My wife had no choice. She kissed him back, her lips moving against his lips, matching his intensity just enough to keep him satisfied. Their lips made soft, wet sounds as they kissed deeply in the middle of the bedroom.
Naresh kept glancing at me every few seconds while kissing my wife. His eyes carried a clear, arrogant message — he was enjoying kissing my wife right in front of me. Each look was indirect but deliberate, as if he was silently telling me, “I am kissing your wife and there is nothing you can do about it.”
I stood there watching, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. Anger burned inside me. I wanted to pull him away and beat him again. But I controlled myself with great difficulty. Ruining this moment would destroy any chance of recovering my wife’s ancestral gold. So I stayed silent, breathing heavily, forcing myself to remain calm even as Naresh continued to kiss my wife passionately.
Naresh’s hands roamed over my wife’s back, squeezing her ass cheeks over the red saree while his lips stayed locked with hers. My wife kept kissing him back, her arms still wrapped around his neck, playing the role of the caring elder sister perfectly.
Every time Naresh broke the kiss for a second to catch his breath, he would look at me again with that same victorious, mocking glance before diving back in to kiss my wife’s lips once more.
I remained standing there, controlling my rage, knowing that this humiliating scene was the only path left to save the ancestral gold.
My wife sat right next to me in the passenger seat. She looked at me with a naughty, aroused smile, clearly enjoying how desperate and horny I was. She decided to tease me even more.
She slowly lifted her pink saree along with her petticoat up to her thighs, then higher, until her wet panties were fully visible. The crotch of her panties was soaked and clinging to her pussy lips. She spread her legs slightly and whispered teasingly,
"Look Rajesh… see how wet my panties have become because of you… because of the way you got horny watching me tease those men…"
I glanced at her exposed wet panties and groaned. My cock twitched violently. I could not control myself. While still driving fast with my right hand on the steering wheel, I reached over with my left hand and slid it inside her wet panties.
My fingers immediately touched her warm, soaked pussy lips. She was dripping wet. I rubbed her pussy lips slowly at first, then circled her clit with my fingers. My wife moaned softly and pushed her hips forward, letting my fingers explore her pussy more freely.
The more I touched her wet pussy, the hornier I became. I inserted two fingers inside her tight pussy and started moving them in and out while my thumb rubbed her clit. My wife bit her lip and moaned, her heavy boobs rising and falling rapidly inside her pink blouse.
I was driving faster now, overtaking vehicles recklessly, my left hand still buried inside her panties, fingering her pussy nonstop. The entire car was filled with the wet sounds of my fingers moving in and out of her dripping pussy and my wife’s soft, excited moans.
She looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes and whispered breathlessly,
"Drive fast, Rajesh… I want you to fuck me hard the moment we reach home…"
I kept fingering her pussy deeper and faster, my cock aching painfully inside my trousers, desperate to reach home and bury myself inside her.
The horny tension in the car was at its peak as I raced home with my fingers still playing with my wife’s wet pussy.
I drove the car like a madman through the crowded Chennai streets. The engine roared as I weaved between buses, autos, and bikes, my foot jammed hard on the accelerator. My heart was pounding violently, and my cock was painfully hard, throbbing and leaking precum with every bump on the road. The vivid memories refused to leave my mind — my wife wrapping her arms around those vendors’ necks, pulling them close, pressing her massive heavy boobs firmly against their chests, her deep navel on full display, and the way she let them hold her hand while walking towards me. Every single second of that teasing scene played on repeat, making my cock twitch and ache. The desperate, burning need to get home and bury myself inside her pussy was driving me insane with lust.
My wife sat right beside me in the passenger seat, her body turned slightly towards me. She kept watching me with a naughty, aroused smile playing on her lips, clearly loving how frantic and horny I had become. She gave me teasing facial reactions — slowly biting her lower lip, raising her eyebrows suggestively, and deliberately shifting in her seat so her pink saree rode higher up her thick thighs. Every time I stole a quick, hungry glance at her, she would smile even wider, her eyes sparkling with pure mischief, fully enjoying the power she had over me at that moment.
The moment the car screeched to a halt in front of our house, I didn’t waste even a second. I yanked the keys out, grabbed my wife’s wrist tightly, and practically dragged her out of the car. She was laughing breathlessly as I pulled her inside the house. The second we crossed the threshold, I kicked the bedroom door shut with a loud bang.
I slammed my wife against the nearest wall, my body pressing into hers. My hands moved with frantic urgency as I started stripping her. I ripped her pink saree pallu off her shoulder, unwrapped the entire saree in one rough motion, and let the soft material pool around her feet. I unhooked her pink blouse from the front, pulled it open, and tossed it aside. I untied the knot of her petticoat and shoved it down her wide hips, letting it fall. Then I reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and watched her massive heavy boobs bounce free. Finally, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them roughly down her thick juicy thighs, throwing them across the room.
I stripped myself naked in seconds, my hard cock springing out, already dripping with precum and pointing straight at her. Without any warning, I pushed my wife onto the bed, climbed on top of her, and spread her legs wide apart with my knees.
My wife was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were wide with genuine excitement and surprise. She had never seen me this wild, this aggressive, this consumed by lust in all our married life. She opened her legs even wider for me, offering her clean shaved pussy that was already swollen, wet, and glistening with her juices.
I positioned the swollen, leaking head of my cock at her pussy entrance and thrust forward in one powerful, deep stroke. My wife cried out loudly as I buried my entire thick cock to the hilt inside her tight, soaking pussy. I immediately started fucking her with hard, fast, relentless strokes, my hips slamming against her thighs with raw force.
While pounding her pussy deep and hard, I leaned down and took one of her heavy boobs into my mouth. I sucked her nipple hard, swirling my tongue around the stiff peak, then moved to the other boob, sucking and biting gently. My wife moaned loudly, arching her back and pushing her boobs deeper into my mouth.
"Ahhh… Rajesh… suck them harder… yes… like that…" she gasped, her fingers gripping my hair.
I continued sucking her boobs hungrily while thrusting my cock deep into her pussy. Between sucks I groaned,
"Sudha… thank you… fuck… thank you so much for teasing those strangers today… I loved every second of it…"
My wife moaned even louder, her pussy clenching around my cock,
"Mmm… you liked that, Rajesh? You liked watching your wife press her heavy boobs against other men?"
I thrust deeper, still sucking her nipple, and groaned,
"Yes… fuck yes… I loved how you hugged them so tight… pressing your boobs against their chests…"
My wife smiled wickedly, her voice shaky with pleasure,
"Tell me more… Did their cocks become hard for me? Did you see how they were poking against my body?"
I pounded her harder,
"Yes… their cocks were rock hard inside their lungis… poking and rubbing against you… I was throbbing while watching…"
My wife moaned louder, her hips rising to meet every thrust,
"Good… because this is just the beginning… I am going to tease more strangers for you… I will let them hug me tighter… I will let them stare at my boobs and navel… I will make their cocks throb even more… Do you want that, Rajesh? Do you want your wife to become a tease for other men?"
I groaned loudly,
"Yes… I want it… I want you to tease them… make them crazy for you…"
My wife whispered hotly, her nails digging into the skin of my shoulder blades,
"Then I will… I promise… I will flirt with more men… let them touch me… let them get hard for your wife… All for you, Rajesh… only to make you happy and horny…"
I kissed her lips passionately, almost biting them. My wife kissed me back with equal hunger, her tongue sliding deep into my mouth. Between wet, sloppy kisses she moaned,
"Another one for you… anything to make you happy… I love only you… I will do anything for you… only for you…"
She cooperated fully, rolling her hips up to meet every brutal thrust, milking my cock with her tight, wet pussy, giving me maximum pleasure with every movement.
As I kept slamming into her, the vivid scene from the street food stall suddenly flashed in front of my eyes again — my wife hugging the two vendors tightly, her heavy boobs mashed against their chests, her deep navel exposed, her soft laughter, the way their cocks tented obviously in their lungis, their hungry eyes devouring her body, their hands trembling as they touched her. The memory was so clear and intense that it pushed me right to the edge.
I could not hold it any longer.
With a deep, guttural moan — "Aaaaaaaaaaaah… Sudha…!" — I buried my cock as deep as possible inside her pussy and started cumming hard. Thick, powerful jets of hot cum erupted deep inside her, flooding her pussy completely.
At the exact same moment, my wife came with me. Her pussy convulsed and squeezed my cock rhythmically as she cried out, "Mmmmmmm… mmmmmmm… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Rajesh… I’m cumming…!"
We both shook violently together in a long, shattering orgasm, my cock pumping load after load deep inside her until we were both completely spent and breathless.
Both of us lay on the bed, breathing heavily, our bodies glistening with sweat after the intense sex. My wife pulled me gently onto her chest. I rested my head between her massive heavy boobs, feeling their soft warmth against my cheek. She smiled lovingly and started brushing my hair with her fingers in slow, tender strokes.
"I love you so much, Rajesh," she whispered softly and kissed my forehead with deep affection.
I smiled against her boobs, feeling completely relaxed and content in her arms. The passionate love we shared after such wild fucking made everything feel warm and safe again.
My wife continued stroking my hair and asked gently,
"Did I manage to change your mood, Rajesh? Did you forget about Naresh for a while?"
I nodded, still smiling, and replied,
"Yes… you did. I feel much better now."
My wife looked genuinely happy. Her face lit up with relief and joy as she hugged my head closer to her boobs.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, she asked curiously,
"Rajesh… tell me honestly… did you get horny and excited when Naresh was hugging me tightly… kissing my cheeks… and when I showed him my bra and panties?"
I lied without hesitation and said calmly,
"No… I didn’t. I saw it only as a sisterly and brotherly thing. Nothing more."
My wife smiled softly and said,
"Good… because if I had felt even for a second that he was mingling with me with cheap intentions, I wouldn’t have even spoken to him. I treated him like my own younger brother."
She immediately changed the topic with a playful tone and said,
"But those two street vendors today… especially the second one… he was feeling up my bra over my blouse when I hugged him. His hands were roaming on my back. Next time when we go there, we should tease them even more… What do you say?"
We both started laughing together, the tension from the morning slowly melting away in each other’s arms.
As we were happily relaxing in bed, cuddling and talking softly, my phone rang around 3 PM. It was the Marwadi from the pawn shop.
The moment I answered, his voice came through sternly,
"Rajesh sir… the 10 days I gave you are almost over. Have you arranged the 20 lakhs to recover your wife’s ancestral gold? If not, we will have to auction it next week."
My wife, who was lying next to me, heard everything. Her face instantly turned pale. She sat up quickly, panic written all over her face. The ancestral gold — the same gold that had been passed down through generations from her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother — was now in serious danger.
She immediately panicked and her eyes filled with tears. Her voice trembled as she spoke,
"Rajesh… that gold is everything to me… It belongs to my mother’s family for generations… I pledged it only because we had no other way to build our dream house… Now Naresh was our only hope to recover it with 20 lakhs… But after what happened this morning… how can I ask him now? We have already borrowed money from so many people… There is no one left to help us… If we lose that gold, I will never forgive myself…"
She almost started crying, her body shaking with fear and desperation. The morning’s attempted bang incident had already shaken her badly, and now this sudden call from the Marwadi made everything ten times worse. She looked at me with helpless, teary eyes, her voice breaking,
"What are we going to do, Rajesh? That gold is not just jewellery… it is my family’s legacy… I have to recover it at any cost… but now… after everything with Naresh… I don’t know what to do…"
Both of us were now in complete panic. The only person who could help us with 20 lakhs was Naresh — the same man who had tried to bang my wife just this morning.
We both sat on the bed in heavy silence. The Marwadi’s words were still ringing in our ears. I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling completely lost.
I looked at my wife and spoke worriedly,
"Sudha… I think I hit Naresh too hard today."
My wife’s face tightened with concern.
I continued,
"He looked really scared when I was beating him. Now he is our only option left to recover your ancestral gold. No one else can arrange 20 lakhs so quickly. If he refuses to help us now, we will lose the gold forever."
My wife sat up straighter, her eyes showing growing panic. She took a deep breath and said slowly,
"Rajesh… I have an idea."
She paused for a moment, then looked at me with determination.
"All this while he has been acting like a brother… and I have been treating him like one. Now I will go back to him and play the same role again. I will behave as if nothing happened this morning."
She squeezed my hand gently and continued,
"I will prepare his favourite gulab jamun, take it to him, talk sweetly, and ask for his help. I know how to handle him. Trust me… I can convince him without bringing up what happened today."
I looked at her hesitantly, still doubtful.
My wife leaned closer and spoke softly but firmly,
"Please… we don’t have any other choice right now. I know how to deal with him. I will act normal, like his Sudha Akka. Everything will be fine. Let me try."
After thinking for a few seconds, I finally nodded.
"Okay… if you think you can handle it, then go. But please be careful."
My wife gave me a small, relieved smile and immediately got up from the bed.
She went into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and came out completely naked, water droplets still shining on her skin. She first put on her regular Indian bra, then slipped into her panties. After that she tied her petticoat low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel. She wore her pink blouse and finally dbangd her pink saree neatly, adjusting the pallu properly.
She went straight to the kitchen and prepared fresh, hot gulab jamun with extra care. Once it was ready, she packed it nicely in a tiffin box.
Before leaving, she tried calling Naresh. She dialled his number once… twice… three times. But he was not answering. Her face started showing more panic.
She looked at me with worried eyes and said,
"He is not picking up my calls, Rajesh… What if he is still angry with us?"
Still, she took the tiffin box and left for Naresh’s house, her steps hurried and anxious.
After about twenty-five minutes, my wife returned home looking even more worried and disappointed. She placed the tiffin box on the table and sat down heavily on the bed beside me.
She spoke in a shaky voice,
"He was not at home. His family said he has gone with his friends for last-minute shopping before leaving tomorrow. They don’t know when he will return… and he is still not answering my calls."
She looked at me with teary eyes, her voice breaking slightly,
"What are we going to do now? Naresh is our only hope to recover the ancestral gold… and now even he is not responding."
The situation felt even more desperate than before.
It was around 10 PM at night. My wife went into the bathroom for her usual Saturday night routine. Every Saturday without fail, she carefully shaved her pussy and asshole until both were completely smooth and clean. She took her time, making sure not a single hair remained. After finishing, she washed herself thoroughly and came out of the bathroom completely naked, her skin glowing and fresh.
She walked towards the cupboard to pick up her white nighty. But before she could wear it, I called her softly from the bed,
"Sudha… come here… naked."
My wife turned around, saw me lying naked on the bed, and smiled knowingly. She understood exactly what I wanted. She walked towards me with a shy yet excited smile.
She climbed onto the bed and got on all fours, facing away from me. She arched her back slightly and pushed her ass towards my face, presenting her freshly shaved pussy and asshole beautifully for me.
I stared at her in erotic admiration. Her clean shaved pussy looked perfect — the outer pussy lips were smooth and plump, slightly parted, revealing the soft pink inner pussy lips that were already glistening with wetness. Her clit was small and cute, peeking out at the top. Just above it, her tight pink asshole looked tiny, perfectly round, smooth, and inviting. Both her pussy and asshole were hairless, soft, and smelled fresh after her shower. The sight was incredibly erotic.
My wife looked back at me over her shoulder, enjoying the way I was staring at her most private parts. She gave me a naughty smile, clearly loving how much I was admiring her.
I got completely naked, took my hard cock in my hand, and started stroking it slowly. Then I bent down and brought my face close to her ass. I started with her asshole first.
I pressed my tongue flat against her tight pink asshole and licked it slowly in circles. The taste was clean, slightly musky, and incredibly addictive. I licked her asshole with long, slow strokes, then pointed my tongue and pushed it gently inside the tight ring. My wife moaned softly,
"Mmmmmm… Rajesh…"
She pushed her ass back against my face, clearly enjoying the sensation. I continued licking and sucking her asshole, my tongue moving in and out, tasting every bit of her smooth, freshly shaved hole.
After a few minutes, I moved lower and began tasting her pussy. I ran my tongue from her asshole all the way down to her wet pussy lips. I licked her outer pussy lips slowly, then sucked them into my mouth one by one. My wife moaned louder and spread her knees wider, giving me better access. I pushed my tongue between her inner pussy lips and licked her deeply, tasting her sweet, warm juices. I flicked her clit with my tongue rapidly, then sucked it gently.
My wife was breathing heavily now. She spread her knees even more and pushed her pussy back against my mouth, clearly signalling that she wanted me to fuck her.
I straightened up, positioned my hard cock at her wet pussy entrance, and was just about to thrust inside her when her phone suddenly started ringing loudly.
It was Naresh calling.
My wife’s eyes widened. She quickly reached for the phone that was charging on the bedside table, pulled it from the charger, and answered the call while still on all fours.
The phone kept ringing. My wife quickly grabbed it from the bedside table and answered the call while still completely naked.
I immediately signalled her to put the call on speaker. She tapped the speaker icon and stood up from the bed, walking slowly around the bedroom while talking, holding the phone in her hand. Her massive heavy boobs swayed gently with every step, her deep navel clearly visible, and her smooth shaved pussy and thick juicy thighs on full display.
Naresh’s voice came through, sounding completely normal — as if nothing had happened in the morning.
"Sudha Akka… hello… I saw your missed calls. Sorry, I was out with friends for shopping."
My wife replied in her usual sweet elder-sister tone while walking naked,
"Naresh… it’s okay. I called to ask how you are. I made gulab jamun for you today and came to give it, but you were not at home."
Naresh sounded grateful,
"Really Akka? You made gulab jamun for me? Thank you so much… I love your gulab jamun."
My wife continued walking slowly, her heavy boobs bouncing softly,
"I kept it safely for you. Come and take it tomorrow morning before you leave."
Naresh replied casually,
"Akka, my flight is tomorrow at 11:30 PM. I will come in the morning to take the gulab jamun."
My wife stopped near the window, still fully naked, and asked,
"11:30 PM? That’s quite late. Are you going alone to the airport?"
Naresh hesitated for a second, then asked in a slightly hesitant but hopeful voice,
"Akka… can I see you in your bra and panties once before I leave? Just like before… please?"
My wife paused for a moment. She looked at me. I gave her a small nod, agreeing.
She replied softly, still acting like his caring elder sister,
"Okay Naresh… you can see me in my bra and panties. But only for a few minutes. Come to the bedroom."
Naresh sounded relieved and excited,
"Thank you, Akka. I am coming now."
My wife ended the call and placed the phone on the bedside table. She stood there completely naked — her massive heavy boobs rising and falling with her breathing, deep navel exposed, smooth shaved pussy and thick juicy thighs fully visible under the bedroom light.
She looked at me with a mix of nervousness and determination, knowing she was doing all this only to recover her ancestral gold.
My wife stood naked in front of me after ending the call. She looked at me with serious but determined eyes and said softly,
"Rajesh… I am going to act like a caring elder sister again. I will be sweet, loving, and normal with him. I will not mention anything about what happened in the morning. I will keep playing the sister role until he agrees to give us the 20 lakhs to recover my ancestral gold."
I looked at her for a moment, then nodded slowly.
"Okay… if you think this is the only way, then do it. But be careful."
My wife gave me a small smile and walked to the cupboard. She first picked up her navy blue panties.
She stepped into them one leg at a time — first sliding her left foot through the left leg hole, then her right foot through the right leg hole. She slowly pulled the navy blue panties up her thick juicy thighs until the waistband sat low under her deep navel. The panties hugged her smooth shaved pussy and plump round ass cheeks snugly.
Next, she picked up her white bra. She slid the straps over her shoulders and hooked it from the front. The cups lifted and cradled her massive heavy boobs, making them push forward prominently with her dark nipples faintly visible through the thin white material.
After that, she tied a red petticoat low on her wide hips, well below her deep navel, so a large portion of her soft belly remained exposed. The red petticoat rested just above her navy blue panties.
She then wore a matching red blouse, hooking it from the front over her white bra. The tight red blouse hugged her massive boobs firmly, pushing them up and creating a deep cleavage.
Finally, she dbangd a beautiful red saree over her body. She tucked the end into her petticoat, wrapped it around her hips, and pleated it neatly in front. The red saree sat low on her waist, fully exposing her deep navel and a wide strip of her soft belly. She adjusted the pallu over her shoulder, letting it dbang gracefully over her heavy boobs.
My wife looked at herself in the mirror, then turned to me and said confidently,
"This red saree is my lucky saree. Whenever I wear it, things work in my favour. I am sure Naresh will agree to give the money if I wear this."
I nodded, though I was still suspicious and worried.
"Okay… but what if he tries to take advantage of you again? What if he demands something more?"
My wife walked closer to me, still in her full red saree attire, looking incredibly sexy with her deep navel exposed and heavy boobs pushing against the red blouse. She held my face gently and said reassuringly,
"Don’t worry, Rajesh. I know how to handle him. I will keep everything under control. Trust me."
She gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and waited for Naresh to arrive, looking every bit the caring elder sister in her lucky red saree.
A few minutes later, we heard the main door open. My wife quickly said,
"He has come."
Almost immediately, the bedroom door opened and Naresh walked in. The moment he entered, the atmosphere became tense. He could not look at me, and I could not look at him either after the brutal beating I had given him in the morning. He completely ignored my presence and went straight to my wife.
Naresh’s eyes filled with tears (acting dramatically) as he walked towards her. Without saying a word, he grabbed my wife’s hands and wrapped her arms around his own neck. He pulled her into a complete, tight embrace, pressing her body fully against his.
He buried his face in her neck and began complaining in a sobbing voice right in front of me,
"Sudha Akka… look what Rajesh Anna did to me this morning… He beat me so brutally… I was so scared… I thought he would kill me… How could he do this to me? I treated you both like my own family…"
While he was speaking, he started kissing my wife all over her neck and cheeks. His lips moved repeatedly from her neck to her cheek, sucking and pressing soft kisses. My wife felt every kiss clearly, but she controlled herself and continued acting like a caring elder sister.
She hugged him back tightly, wrapping her arms more firmly around his neck, and gently patted his back. While doing so, she looked at me over his shoulder and gave me a quick wink, silently telling me she was handling the situation.
In a soft, soothing voice she said,
"Naresh… shhh… don’t cry… I have already scolded Rajesh a lot for what he did this morning. He will never hurt you again. I promise. You are like my own younger brother… calm down…"
Naresh continued to enjoy himself, kissing her neck and cheeks more boldly, his hands roaming on her back over the red saree. He pressed his body closer to hers, clearly taking full advantage of the embrace while still pretending to cry.
My wife kept hugging him, gently stroking his back, and repeated in a comforting tone,
"It’s okay… everything is fine now… I am here… Stop crying… We are family, right?"
She kept winking at me whenever Naresh wasn’t looking, letting me know she was playing her part perfectly to recover the ancestral gold.
Naresh remained glued to her in the tight embrace, still kissing her neck and cheek repeatedly, while my wife continued to console him like a loving elder sister.
Naresh kept hugging my wife tightly, his body pressed against hers. He slowly became bolder. His hands slid down her back and boldly grabbed her plump round ass cheeks over the red saree. He squeezed her ass cheeks firmly with both hands, feeling their softness and fullness through the thin layers of the saree and petticoat. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks, kneading and pressing them repeatedly as if he couldn’t get enough.
He then moved his hands lower and started feeling up her panties over the saree. His palms rubbed and traced the panty lines over her ass cheeks, pressing the fabric of the saree against the navy blue panties underneath. He cupped each ass cheek fully, lifting and squeezing them while his fingers explored the edge of her panties through the layers.
My wife felt every touch clearly. Her body stiffened slightly, but she controlled herself and continued acting like a caring elder sister.
While Naresh was busy feeling up her ass cheeks and panties over the saree, my wife slowly opened the topic about the money. She spoke in a gentle, emotional voice,
"Naresh… actually… there is one thing I wanted to talk to you about…"
She paused for a moment, then continued softly,
"You know about the ancestral gold I pledged for our house construction, right? The Marwadi called today… the time is almost up. If we don’t pay 20 lakhs soon, they will auction the gold. That gold belonged to my mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother… it is very precious to me…"
As she was speaking about the gold, Naresh became even hornier. He started kissing her all over her face — on her cheeks, jawline, and forehead. He tried to kiss her lips multiple times, but my wife kept turning her face away slightly. Still, a few of his kisses landed directly on her lips.
Naresh was breathing heavily, his hands still squeezing her ass cheeks over the saree. Suddenly he said in a husky voice,
"Akka… don’t worry about the money. I will send the 20 lakhs to your bank account right now so you can recover the gold."
While saying this, he brought his lips close to hers again, clearly intending to kiss her properly.
My wife looked at me for a split second with soft, apologetic eyes and whispered very quietly,
"Sorry…"
Then she stopped resisting. She leaned forward and kissed him back.
The kiss quickly turned passionate. Naresh kissed her hungrily, sucking both her upper and lower lips one after another. He pulled her lips into his mouth, sucking them with raw desire. My wife kissed him back — her lips moving against his lips, matching his intensity just enough to keep him happy. Naresh’s hands continued squeezing her ass cheeks tightly over the saree as he kissed her deeply, his tongue gently seeking entry.
The kiss lasted for almost a minute — intense, wet, and hungry from Naresh’s side, while my wife participated just enough to keep him willing to help with the money.
Naresh became even bolder after my wife kissed him back. He tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her body flush against his. His lips pressed harder onto hers, kissing her with increasing hunger. He sucked her upper lip, then her lower lip, pulling them into his mouth one by one. His tongue pushed forward, seeking entry.
My wife had no choice. She kissed him back, her lips moving against his lips, matching his intensity just enough to keep him satisfied. Their lips made soft, wet sounds as they kissed deeply in the middle of the bedroom.
Naresh kept glancing at me every few seconds while kissing my wife. His eyes carried a clear, arrogant message — he was enjoying kissing my wife right in front of me. Each look was indirect but deliberate, as if he was silently telling me, “I am kissing your wife and there is nothing you can do about it.”
I stood there watching, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. Anger burned inside me. I wanted to pull him away and beat him again. But I controlled myself with great difficulty. Ruining this moment would destroy any chance of recovering my wife’s ancestral gold. So I stayed silent, breathing heavily, forcing myself to remain calm even as Naresh continued to kiss my wife passionately.
Naresh’s hands roamed over my wife’s back, squeezing her ass cheeks over the red saree while his lips stayed locked with hers. My wife kept kissing him back, her arms still wrapped around his neck, playing the role of the caring elder sister perfectly.
Every time Naresh broke the kiss for a second to catch his breath, he would look at me again with that same victorious, mocking glance before diving back in to kiss my wife’s lips once more.
I remained standing there, controlling my rage, knowing that this humiliating scene was the only path left to save the ancestral gold.
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