29-08-2026, 10:25 PM
The astrologer pulled her back from my shoulder and took her mouth again.
This time he did not start slow. He kissed her as if her lips already belonged to him, sucking them, licking them, pushing his tongue inside, enjoying the wetness she had tried to refuse. My wife made a small sound of protest into his mouth and still her lips moved with his for a few seconds before she tried to close them again.
I stood so close that I could see everything.
Her eyes were wet. Her fingers were holding my shirt with one hand and the pallu of the yellow chiffon saree with the other. Under the yellow blouse her nipples were tight. I was shamelessly hard watching him enjoy her mouth.
His hand left her breast and went down.
He lifted the yellow chiffon saree at her hip, then put his hand under the yellow petticoat as well, because the maroon panties were under the yellow petticoat. His palm covered her ass over the maroon panties first. He squeezed both ass cheeks, then brought the same hand between her thighs from behind and pressed it against her pussy over the maroon panties.
Her whole body jerked.
“Swami, don’t,” she said, breaking the kiss. “Not there. That is enough. Shiva, he is putting his hand on my pussy.”
I held her waist from the side, pretending I was stopping it, and said, “Swami, she is letting you kiss her. Don’t put your hand there so fast.”
He did not remove his hand.
He kept it pressed on her pussy over the maroon panties, under the yellow petticoat, and looked at me while he answered her.
“If I take my hand away, the promise is broken. I can feel she is already warm here. A woman who kisses with a wet mouth cannot say her body is not in this.”
My wife shook her head, crying, trying to press her thighs together, but his hand stayed between them under the yellow petticoat.
“That is not true. I am trying to control myself. I am not giving you that. I only kissed you because of my son.”
Even as she said it, her body reacted.
I saw her stomach tighten. Her ass cheeks clenched over his hand. The maroon panties under his palm became warmer. A small breath left her mouth when he rubbed her pussy through the maroon panties, slow and firm. She bit her lower lip and turned her face into my neck, ashamed.
“Shiva, my body is doing something. Make him stop.”
I kissed the side of her head as if I was protecting her.
“He is only touching over the maroon panties. Don’t fight so much that he talks about the puja again. I am here.”
She trusted that line.
The astrologer used it.
He rubbed her pussy over the maroon panties more openly now, two fingers pressing the slit through the maroon panties while his mouth came back to her lips. She tried not to open her mouth, then opened it with a helpless sound when his fingers pressed harder. Her hips made a small movement she did not want, then she froze and whispered,
“No… I don’t want to feel this… I don’t want to surrender.”
He smiled against her lips.
“Then why is this maroon panty getting wet?”
My cock jerked when he said that.
My wife looked at me with wet eyes, still loyal, still trying to control herself, while his hand stayed under the yellow petticoat, on her maroon panties, and her body kept answering him.
The astrologer did not take his hand off her pussy.
He kept rubbing her over the maroon panties, under the yellow petticoat, while he kissed her again and enjoyed her lips. My wife tried to hold her thighs together, then they opened a little when his fingers pressed the wet line of the maroon panties. She turned her face from his mouth and looked at me, ashamed.
“Shiva, he is not stopping. Tell him this is enough.”
I held her closer, still pretending I was on her side.
“Swami, her maroon panties are already wet. You felt that. Don’t pull them aside yet.”
That was the first time I said “yet.”
She heard it and looked at me, confused, but she still trusted me. The astrologer heard it too. He understood I had opened a door for him.
He slipped his fingers inside the maroon panties.
My wife’s mouth opened in a shocked breath. His fingers were on her pussy now, on the wet lips, rubbing her directly under the yellow petticoat. She caught his wrist through the yellow chiffon saree and the yellow petticoat.
“No, Swami, not inside the panties. I did not agree to this. I agreed to sleep with you only if there was no other way, and even then I was going to stop at a kiss.”
“Your son has passed,” he said against her cheek. “There is no other way. This pussy is part of the promise.”
Her body reacted harder.
Her nipples pushed against the white bra and the yellow blouse. Her ass cheeks tightened. A little wetness smeared on his fingers. She bit my shirt and tried to control the sound in her throat, but a small moan still came out.
“I don’t want to moan for him,” she whispered to me. “I am your wife. I am trying to control myself.”
I kissed her hair and spoke as if I was comforting her.
“Then don’t fight the hand so much. If you keep pushing him, he will talk about the puja again. Let him touch. I am holding you.”
She closed her eyes.
The astrologer used that moment. He rubbed her clit under the maroon panties, then slid one finger between her pussy lips. Her hips jerked. She shook her head, crying, and still her pussy clutched his finger for a second before she tried to pull away.
“Swami… take your finger out… please…”
He did not.
He kept that one finger inside her pussy, slow, enjoying her, and looked at me over her shoulder. I looked back at him and did not stop him. My cock was fully hard. I was helping him enjoy my wife and watching her slowly lose the fight between her loyalty and her body.
“Shiva,” she said, almost surrendering, “if I let this happen, it is only because of our son. Don’t think I want him.”
“I know,” I told her.
I said it like a husband on her side.
Inside, I wanted him to keep going.
The astrologer kept one finger inside her pussy under the maroon panties and used his other hand on her yellow blouse.
He opened the hooks of the yellow blouse one by one. My wife caught his hand when the first hook opened.
“Don’t open the blouse, Swami. My breasts are only for my husband.”
He opened the second hook anyway.
“Then why are these nipples so tight?” he asked. “A loyal wife can still finish a promise.”
I stood behind her and helped him without looking like I was helping him. I held her arms gently, as if I was only stopping her from pushing him too hard.
“Sudha, if he opens the blouse, it is still not the last thing. Don’t shout. Think of Rajesh.”
She looked at me with wet eyes, hurt and trusting at the same time.
“You are telling me to let him open my blouse?”
“I am telling you not to make him angry,” I said.
The yellow blouse came open.
The white bra was in front of him, full cups holding her breasts. He pulled both cups down and her breasts came out, heavy, nipples tight. He stared at them, ugly face hungry, and then put his mouth on her right nipple.
My wife’s back arched.
“Ah… no… don’t suck…”
He sucked her nipple anyway, loudly, enjoying it, while his finger kept moving inside her pussy under the maroon panties. Then he left the right nipple wet and took the left nipple into his mouth. Her hand went to his head as if to push him away, then stayed there, shaking.
I watched her breasts in his mouth and felt my cock ache.
Her body was surrendering faster than her words.
“Shiva, he is sucking my breasts,” she cried. “This is not a kiss anymore. Tell him to stop.”
I wiped her tears with my thumb and spoke close to her ear, still pretending I was on her side.
“Let him suck a little. Your body is already answering him. If you pull away now, he will say you broke the promise. I am here. I am holding you.”
A helpless sound came from her throat.
The astrologer lifted his mouth from her breast, saliva shining on her nipple, and looked at me.
“She is getting wetter,” he said. “The maroon panty cannot hide it.”
My wife closed her eyes, ashamed.
“I don’t want to get wet for him. I love you, Shiva. I am only standing here because I am scared for our son.”
“I know you love me,” I told her.
Then I looked at the astrologer and did not take her breasts away from him.
That was how I helped him enjoy my wife, while she stood between us with her yellow blouse open, her white bra pulled down, her nipples wet from his mouth, and his finger still inside her pussy.
This time he did not start slow. He kissed her as if her lips already belonged to him, sucking them, licking them, pushing his tongue inside, enjoying the wetness she had tried to refuse. My wife made a small sound of protest into his mouth and still her lips moved with his for a few seconds before she tried to close them again.
I stood so close that I could see everything.
Her eyes were wet. Her fingers were holding my shirt with one hand and the pallu of the yellow chiffon saree with the other. Under the yellow blouse her nipples were tight. I was shamelessly hard watching him enjoy her mouth.
His hand left her breast and went down.
He lifted the yellow chiffon saree at her hip, then put his hand under the yellow petticoat as well, because the maroon panties were under the yellow petticoat. His palm covered her ass over the maroon panties first. He squeezed both ass cheeks, then brought the same hand between her thighs from behind and pressed it against her pussy over the maroon panties.
Her whole body jerked.
“Swami, don’t,” she said, breaking the kiss. “Not there. That is enough. Shiva, he is putting his hand on my pussy.”
I held her waist from the side, pretending I was stopping it, and said, “Swami, she is letting you kiss her. Don’t put your hand there so fast.”
He did not remove his hand.
He kept it pressed on her pussy over the maroon panties, under the yellow petticoat, and looked at me while he answered her.
“If I take my hand away, the promise is broken. I can feel she is already warm here. A woman who kisses with a wet mouth cannot say her body is not in this.”
My wife shook her head, crying, trying to press her thighs together, but his hand stayed between them under the yellow petticoat.
“That is not true. I am trying to control myself. I am not giving you that. I only kissed you because of my son.”
Even as she said it, her body reacted.
I saw her stomach tighten. Her ass cheeks clenched over his hand. The maroon panties under his palm became warmer. A small breath left her mouth when he rubbed her pussy through the maroon panties, slow and firm. She bit her lower lip and turned her face into my neck, ashamed.
“Shiva, my body is doing something. Make him stop.”
I kissed the side of her head as if I was protecting her.
“He is only touching over the maroon panties. Don’t fight so much that he talks about the puja again. I am here.”
She trusted that line.
The astrologer used it.
He rubbed her pussy over the maroon panties more openly now, two fingers pressing the slit through the maroon panties while his mouth came back to her lips. She tried not to open her mouth, then opened it with a helpless sound when his fingers pressed harder. Her hips made a small movement she did not want, then she froze and whispered,
“No… I don’t want to feel this… I don’t want to surrender.”
He smiled against her lips.
“Then why is this maroon panty getting wet?”
My cock jerked when he said that.
My wife looked at me with wet eyes, still loyal, still trying to control herself, while his hand stayed under the yellow petticoat, on her maroon panties, and her body kept answering him.
The astrologer did not take his hand off her pussy.
He kept rubbing her over the maroon panties, under the yellow petticoat, while he kissed her again and enjoyed her lips. My wife tried to hold her thighs together, then they opened a little when his fingers pressed the wet line of the maroon panties. She turned her face from his mouth and looked at me, ashamed.
“Shiva, he is not stopping. Tell him this is enough.”
I held her closer, still pretending I was on her side.
“Swami, her maroon panties are already wet. You felt that. Don’t pull them aside yet.”
That was the first time I said “yet.”
She heard it and looked at me, confused, but she still trusted me. The astrologer heard it too. He understood I had opened a door for him.
He slipped his fingers inside the maroon panties.
My wife’s mouth opened in a shocked breath. His fingers were on her pussy now, on the wet lips, rubbing her directly under the yellow petticoat. She caught his wrist through the yellow chiffon saree and the yellow petticoat.
“No, Swami, not inside the panties. I did not agree to this. I agreed to sleep with you only if there was no other way, and even then I was going to stop at a kiss.”
“Your son has passed,” he said against her cheek. “There is no other way. This pussy is part of the promise.”
Her body reacted harder.
Her nipples pushed against the white bra and the yellow blouse. Her ass cheeks tightened. A little wetness smeared on his fingers. She bit my shirt and tried to control the sound in her throat, but a small moan still came out.
“I don’t want to moan for him,” she whispered to me. “I am your wife. I am trying to control myself.”
I kissed her hair and spoke as if I was comforting her.
“Then don’t fight the hand so much. If you keep pushing him, he will talk about the puja again. Let him touch. I am holding you.”
She closed her eyes.
The astrologer used that moment. He rubbed her clit under the maroon panties, then slid one finger between her pussy lips. Her hips jerked. She shook her head, crying, and still her pussy clutched his finger for a second before she tried to pull away.
“Swami… take your finger out… please…”
He did not.
He kept that one finger inside her pussy, slow, enjoying her, and looked at me over her shoulder. I looked back at him and did not stop him. My cock was fully hard. I was helping him enjoy my wife and watching her slowly lose the fight between her loyalty and her body.
“Shiva,” she said, almost surrendering, “if I let this happen, it is only because of our son. Don’t think I want him.”
“I know,” I told her.
I said it like a husband on her side.
Inside, I wanted him to keep going.
The astrologer kept one finger inside her pussy under the maroon panties and used his other hand on her yellow blouse.
He opened the hooks of the yellow blouse one by one. My wife caught his hand when the first hook opened.
“Don’t open the blouse, Swami. My breasts are only for my husband.”
He opened the second hook anyway.
“Then why are these nipples so tight?” he asked. “A loyal wife can still finish a promise.”
I stood behind her and helped him without looking like I was helping him. I held her arms gently, as if I was only stopping her from pushing him too hard.
“Sudha, if he opens the blouse, it is still not the last thing. Don’t shout. Think of Rajesh.”
She looked at me with wet eyes, hurt and trusting at the same time.
“You are telling me to let him open my blouse?”
“I am telling you not to make him angry,” I said.
The yellow blouse came open.
The white bra was in front of him, full cups holding her breasts. He pulled both cups down and her breasts came out, heavy, nipples tight. He stared at them, ugly face hungry, and then put his mouth on her right nipple.
My wife’s back arched.
“Ah… no… don’t suck…”
He sucked her nipple anyway, loudly, enjoying it, while his finger kept moving inside her pussy under the maroon panties. Then he left the right nipple wet and took the left nipple into his mouth. Her hand went to his head as if to push him away, then stayed there, shaking.
I watched her breasts in his mouth and felt my cock ache.
Her body was surrendering faster than her words.
“Shiva, he is sucking my breasts,” she cried. “This is not a kiss anymore. Tell him to stop.”
I wiped her tears with my thumb and spoke close to her ear, still pretending I was on her side.
“Let him suck a little. Your body is already answering him. If you pull away now, he will say you broke the promise. I am here. I am holding you.”
A helpless sound came from her throat.
The astrologer lifted his mouth from her breast, saliva shining on her nipple, and looked at me.
“She is getting wetter,” he said. “The maroon panty cannot hide it.”
My wife closed her eyes, ashamed.
“I don’t want to get wet for him. I love you, Shiva. I am only standing here because I am scared for our son.”
“I know you love me,” I told her.
Then I looked at the astrologer and did not take her breasts away from him.
That was how I helped him enjoy my wife, while she stood between us with her yellow blouse open, her white bra pulled down, her nipples wet from his mouth, and his finger still inside her pussy.
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