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It all started once during our love making session. She was jumping on my cock with her big boobs in cowgirl position. I for a second thought what it would be like if I could see it from a third person view. What if she was jumping on someone else dick. What if it's a huge black cock. How would she moan, will she surrender herself to another guy and get herself fucked like a rabbit. All these thoughts made me even harder and harder, i made her jump faster while kneading her boobs and pinching her nipples, she started pinching my nipples as well and within minutes i shot my cum deep inside her... I then got her vibrator and kept playing on her pussy lips and then slowly fucked her with that for another 10min till she had her orgasm... We do this every time, i either use her dildo/vibrator or my hand to give her some nice massage and suck and chew her nipples till she reaches her climax... 

About us, We both work at diff MNC companies as Devops engg in Hyderabad, we got married pretty early as it was a love marriage. Her name is priti, 32yrs and about 5'6 with huge assets... A 34E cup is enough details i suppose.. she is an athlete all her life till she got married, and no, I didnt stop her from playing sports. I am a year older than her and about 6'1 and 92kgs semi-athletic i would say...


Coming back to it... This started to be a regular thing for me from then on every time we fucked, i would imagine her in multiple situations. I would imagine her giving blowjobs to big thick cocks (not that mine is tiny or I don't wanna fake saying i have a gigantic one, i have a decent one around 6.5") or her being slutty and getting gangbanged. My mind had no limits.

It reached a point where i could no longer take the imaginations and just wanted something to happen, so i decided i have to ask my wife how she feels about getting fucked by someone else. So during one such session i asked her while slowly inserting my dick
Me: do you want a bigger one than mine?
Priti: what?
Me: do you want a bigger cock inside youuu?(While slowly going to and fro and pinching her nipples)
Priti: silent!!
(That itself was like a green signal for me, it encouraged me to talk more with her)
Me: i have a fantasy
Priti: what is it?
Me: i wanna see you jump on someone elses dick.
Priti: ah? Why?
Me: i wanna see ur boobs jump while you are getting fucked and moaning from a third person view.
Priti: take a video of us and watch it.
Me: but i want somebody else in my place, i want them to make you moan on top your voice. 
She kept silent as i kept telling her the same things again and again. I noticed her having more convulsions than everyday while she had her orgasm.

We didnt talk much in day time regarding these topics, they only happend while we had sex. And our frequency of sex increased. I also started taking some shailajit supplements which increased my libido considerably and made me think about sex all throughout the day. 

She started asking me about my previous affairs as she knows all my ex-girlfriends while we were having sex. I started to tell her all my stories and told her how i got blowjobs in my car while driving in city. How people caught us in the outskirts and got glimpses of my ex gfs in topless situations. And then i asked her
Me: did you ever fancy anyone, maybe your friend or my friend?
Priti: no
Me: i wish you had an affair before me
Priti: why
Me: coz i wanna know how you fucked someone else
Priti: i never even had any bf except you
Me: i know, but noone ever tried to ro approach you?
Priti: there used to be a guy i was friends with in university. We both liked each other. He even tried to do me. But i was terrified and left. 
Me: seriously? You blew the chance for a good fuck?
Priti: I was scared
Me: do you have anyone in mind now, maybe a friend.
Priti: no
Me: hmmm..
And i again started telling her about how i want her to get fucked by a random person, maybe a delivery guy or milkman like i read in the stories. 
Priti: but we dont have a milkman or delivery guy that comes to our apartment na.
(I started to think this might come true someday)
Me: but the watchman gets the deliveries na, seduce him and fuck him when i am out.
Priti: yuk, he looks ugly n old. 
Me: true, maybe talk to someone in the apt. A random uncle and give him few smiles.
They'll come running for a pussy like yours. 
Priti: are you crazy? What if someone else finds out? What if the uncle takes advantage of me?
Me: let people find out and come fuck you all day one after the other when i go to work.
Priti: omfg...you are so perverted. 
Me: i am desperate to see you get you fucked. But lets not rush. I will find someone for you. 
Priti: what these uncles?
Me: lol no. Lets go on a trip somewhere. First lets try someone professional, a nice black dude with a huge cock. 
Priti: omg no, i dont wanna fuck a black guy. 
Me: there is a saying, one you black you wont go back
Priti: why
Me: coz they fuck so good and have huge cocks.
Priti: i am happy with ur size, dont need bigger one. But i want someone to eat me all day and make me have a orgasm by sucking my down there.
Me: oooh! You want ur pussy sucked by someone but dont wanna fuck him?
Priti: he can fuck me but first i need a nice long oral. 
Me: wow! you definitely need a big cock both ways..

Our frequency of having sex increased considerably. I started reading some sex stories and used to send her a few with wives getting fucked by random people like uncles, friends, working labour, milkman and discuss those stories when we had sex about what she would do in those situations. 

I wanted to ask her if she wanted to try a friend of mine siddu who is a ladies man. He even fucked my wife's friend Navya. And priti told me how navya was a bitch and how she came to know that siddu was fucking her often. She saw a message on siddus phone while passing by him once during a get together and she saw him getting her nudes. I was shocked as i know her from my gym, i knew she was a slut. She has a huge rack of boobs that she flaunts in the gym and they just jiggle while she is walking. 
Me: do you wanna fuck siddu
Priti: what? Nooo.
Me: he looks good na, proper playboy as well
Priti: exactly, he might talk about me to everyone
Me: he wont, even we donno about any of his girls except that slut navya.
Priti: why do you have fantaies of me fucking someone, it should be of you fucking other girls.
Me: i do have alot for me as well
Priti: seriously? Who do you wanna fuck?
Me: that's for another day.
Priti: no, tell me now.
Me: we will talk about it someday, but not now.
Priti: Not happening ! I am only talking to siddhu if u tell me what are your other fantasies
Me: i want to fuck someone in our kitchen.
Priti: who? 
Me: you sure you wanna know?
Priti: wtf, just tell me
Me: its your sister
Priti: thats never happening
Me: i know its just a fantasy, but hey, never say never
Priti: she is not that type of girl
Me: you arent either
Priti: but no.
Me: ok relax, thats a disc for another time. Lets discuss what we should do with siddhu.
Priti: you tell me director!
Me: msg him on insta regarding his posts and talk with him now and then. 
Priti: why
Me: you cant directly ask him to fuck you right?.. just tease him
Priti: what if someone finds out? Or what if he thinks i am bitch?
Me: i want you to be one, but not like the slut friend of yours who flaunts everything asking for it. 
Priti: then what do you want me to do?
Me: just ping him on insta only, let him msg you on whatsapp, he has your number anyways. Make him want you. 
Priti: you think he will try his friends wife.
Me: he is fucking one of his friends wife already. 
Priti: hmmm
Me: start by sending emojis to his stories and commenting on his pics.
Priti: everyone will the comments
Me: ok, just reply with emojis to start with then
Priti: ok
 
A few days later after she started reacting to his insta stories. She got a message on insta from him, asking how she is and why we arent catching up much these days(we were busy with jobs and moving to a new house). She casually replied saying about that. He asked if we all can catch up for a dinenr this weekend. I told her to msg him saying i will be out of town. 
He immediately replied
Siddu: can we catch up for a coffee then?
Priti(actually me from her phone ): I'm busy this whole week till saturday, maybe sat evening?
Siddu: great
Priti: where though? I hate those busy starbucks cafes
Siddu: ill probably pick you up and we can go to Novetel near the airport. 
Priti: isnt it too far
Siddu: will be a long drive too, been a while i went for one.
Priti: cool.

We immediately fucked like bunnies talking what he would do to her if he a got a chance in the car. Maybe kiss her, grope her boobs or even make her give him a bj. She kept saying i would love to get him to suck me all over and fuck me in doggystyle. I told her to take a picture of her giving him a blowjob if she does one.
Priti: what if he saves it and use it over her later.
Me: give him ur phone and ask him to click it. 
Priti: anyway, we will see if it gets to that.
Me: atleast let him touch you in the first meet if he tries.
Priti: ok

The week passed by too fast and we fucked everyday and on saturday 2-3hrs before he picked her, i kept playing with her boobs and fingering her but never gave her an orgasm. I wanted to make her desperate for a fuck. She guessed it and played along.
She wore a nice green shirt with a push-up bra which made her boobs look much bigger than they already are and a nice blue jeans like it should be for a coffee date(like i asked her to, coz it may seem bit too much). He came and called her phone from the basement. I told her just before leaving if everything goes well, if you guys are coming home , just ping me before so i will stay in the other room so they can go to the master bedroom and he can fuck her where i fuck my wife everyday, and also to msg me whats happening whenever she can.

I kept waiting and waiting, and after like 1.5hrs i received a message saying, Nothing as of now. 
And all my dreams just vanished. 
After like another hour, i received another message saying, holding hands. And i kept receiving messages for every 20-30min from then on. I didn't reply to any of them so i dont disturb them, as she knows ill be waiting for her msgs anyway. 
Priti: holding hands
Priti: never went to coffee shop, still in car
Priti: playing with my hair 
Priti: caressing my back over the tshirt, still in car
Priti: got caught kissing to some random people on street
Priti: otw, coming back home in 20min 

I immediately kept my phone in silent and went to the other room and was waiting for them. She knew i would be in the second room and directly came to the room i was in....
 end of part 1.

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Thanks for the replies guys. Will post an update soon.

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She knew i would be in the second room and directly came to the room i was in, i was shocked for a bit coz i thought he was along with her. She told me she didnt let him do anything more or come home today. She told me she wants to tease him more and told me they planned a date tomorrow as well. Had to come back coz too many people started to come there.

Me: where is that place even? I would have suggested better places for privacy if you wanted.
Priti: ahaa? So u know where to take girls and fuck them?
Me: hehe...nah, i used to go to a few places around there back in college with my gf's to get nice blowjobs
Priti: oh! So you want me to suck his cock?
Me: well, isn't that what's in the store for you?
Priti(hiding her excitement): hmmm
Me: btw, who saw you?
Priti: some labour guys and a uncle who kept looking back who i was probably
Me: lol, hope he is not from here.
Priti: nah, never saw him before.
Me: wish you were caught fucking to those labour
Priti: wtf, why do imagine things like that? It would have been disgusting
Me: i donno, it all happens in my mind somehow
Priti: yuk! What will they even think if they see me like that
Me: i went over the line when i said maybe they'll join you
Priti: fuckkk...nooo way
Me: wow!!  will be crazy if something like that happens, anyways what did you guys plan for tom?
Priti: he actually asked me if we could catch up again like today and go to Novotel and have a beer (my wife loves beer)
Me: and?
Priti: he said we could then go around for a drive like today
Me: so no coffee tom huh... Nicee
Priti: hehe, he actually said he would love to shift to milk coffee from black if the milk is fresh looking at my boobs
Me: woww! What did you say?
Priti: told him he is better off with  black coffee

As we were talking about all this, i stripped her tshirt and started kneading her boobs and playing with her big nipples like they were some radio buttons(she has an amazing pair of boobs trust me, and those nipples on top are like cherry on a cake)
She moaned and slid her hand into my boxers and started giving me a slow handjob, i always told her that i like it slow. Just that its more pleasurable that way for me. We got rid of our clothes and went into 69 position, i can see her panty is already wet with the kissing earlier with siddu.  
Me: should have given him fresh milk without coffee instead.
Priti: he will have it soon anyway
Me: you are all wet baby
Priti(moaning): hmmm, yeah
Me: is it for siddu?
Priti: hmmm
Me: u didnt wanna fuck him today?
Priti: hmmm
Me: tell me na
Priti: yeah
Me: what yeah! tell me what u felt like doing with him
Priti: i wanted to fuck him
Me: be specific
Priti: aaah, slowly (as i was going hard on her pussy with my tongue to make her imagine )
Me: ok, tell me
Priti: i just wanted to rip his shirt and jeans open and ask him to fuck me there itself.
Me: and?
Priti: i wanted him to recline my seat and eat my boobs and slap em  
Me: and?
Priti: i felt like i was in a b grade movie
Me: ohoo, so you both are like hero and heroin uh?
Priti: hmmm
Me: will  you let him eat your boobs tomorrow?
Priti: i want him to eat me everywhere!!
As she was moaning saying all this, i couldn't control the excitement so i got up and inserted my cock into her pussy slowly. And started banging her pussy harder n harder and was fingering her clitoris with my thumb. She had a biiigg orgasmmm, but i kept banging her before she pushed me away. I fell beside her asking how she had it so fast today.
Priti: i donno, was excited too much probably
And i started masturbating beside her as she sucked and bit my nipples which excites me alot (guys you need to have that pleasure), and she turned around abit so we can suck each others nipples. We do it all the time. And in like 5min i had a huge load shoot out. I got up to clean myself and came back and saw her drifting into sleep naked, i just covered her with a blanket and slept beside her in the same room instead of our bedroom.

I woke up the next morning earlier than usual with the excitement of what the day will bring to us. I waited for her to get up, she got up an hour later and went straight into the shower. I had all diff thoughts running in my mind like i was getting laid the first time in my life, the day went by super slow from the excitement. At around 10:30AM she got a message
Siddu: Morning with a heart emoji
Priti: Morning Sid
Siddu: what are you doing?
Priti(sitting beside me chatting): cooking and talking to mom, you?
Siddu: waiting for my coffee with a wink emoji
Priti/me: ok coffee lover, njy the blaaacckk coffeeee
Siddu: getting bored with this black coffee, need a dash of sweet milk
Priti/me: go get some then
Siddu: I can't get fresh milk here?
Priti/Meknowing where this disc will go): ahaa! Maybe get a cow just for your coffee
Siddu: yeah saw one yesterday, maybe i will get it soon ???

Priti was excited and giggling beside me reading all this like a teen girl and so was I

Priti/me: Shut up
Siddu: ? why? I always wanted to milk one straight into my mouth!
Priti/me: watch out! The cow might kick u in the face!
Siddu: it wont, I am a professional...
Priti/me: ahaa, so you milked a lot of cows?
Siddu(being smart without giving numbers): dont have to milk a lot of cows to be a pro, one is good enough.
Priti/me: ok professional
Siddu: when do u think i should get it?
Priti: maybe soon coz u r not able to wait for the milllkkk
Siddu: ??????

After a while
Siddu: I won't have black coffee form today, ill have my next one with milk only. Hoping to get my cow today.
Priti/me(was waiting for a msg): isnt that cow someone else's?
Siddu: stolen milk is even tastier i heard
Priti/me: heard?? I heard u steal a lot of milk from different cows!!
Siddu: sometimes when the cow is too good i do, like i said stolen milk is yummmyy
Priti/me: go get the cow then.
Siddu: you think its ready to be milked?
Priti snatched the phone from me and pulled her tshirt down to reveal her cleavage almost showing her areolas as she isnt wearing a bra and pushed her boobs up and took a snap and sent him, her nipples were super hard with all the disc going on which can be seen through the tshirt
Priti: (picture) dont think there is much milk in there!! With a wink emoji
Siddu: omfg!
Siddu: That cow needs to be milked right away. Looks like its overflowing with milk. Let me come milk them
Priti: oh poor milkman... not possible now...
Siddu: why?
Priti: People at home...
Siddu: lol, maybe the cow needs a lil punishment with my stick(picture of his cock in his underwear)
Priti didnt know what to reply and just kept staring at the pic, im sure he is already masturbating seeing priti's pic...i took the phone
Priti/me: ohooo, careful... The owner might catch you punishing the cow and stealing milk...
Siddu: dont worry, ill come steal the milk when the owner is away.
Priti/me: listen, i gotto go...
Siddu: ill see you at 4PM

It's going to be an eventful day for sure, so i asked my wife to wear her yellow crop top tshirt with a strap-less bra and a skirt(for easier access to the assets). When she finally got ready after 2 hrs of waxing her underarms and legs, putting on makeup and doing her hair, she looked like a bomb... Like yesterday i told to give me updates whenever she can, and also told her a couple of very secluded places  where people dont come at all... He came in his other car today, which was a big SUV... I was watching from the apartment window.. she got in his car and my waiting for her msgs started... I kept the phone close by, after about 45min i started receiving multiple msgs
Priti: (picture) his hand on her thighs while driving...
Priti: caressing my back under the tshirt
Priti: @Novotel bar
After another 30min
Priti: just had 2 beers and came out for a drive
Priti: came to a place u mentioned
Priti: he went to get cigarettes, i am braless with just the tshirt in the car ?
Priti: Why did u make me wear the strap-less bra, he found out and he unhooked the bra and took it away(like she didnt know!! i specifically wanted her to wear the strapless for this)

And I didn't get any msgs for the next 40min or so...

Priti: had to come back to Novotel to use the washroom
Priti: and those places arent secluded anymore now...
Priti: and by the way, the cow is milkedd...

End of part 2...

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Didnt get much time to write what happened later, will post an update tonight

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Priti: and by the way, the cow is milkedd...

I couldn't control my excitement anymore, so i just replied with a reaction to the message ?

And then I didnt get anymore messages from her, till she is almost home, after 45min around 8PM, i got message
Priti:will be home in 5-10min.
I was waiting at the window and he dropped her  at the gate, and she didnt get down from the car for another 5-10min. She probably wanted him i thought, but maybe she resisted the urge and sent him off...

She came up home and sat on the sofa and leaned back and that's when i realized she still doesn't have her bra on... But i just controlled my excitement and waited for her to give me all the updates. Priti was just blushing like that was the first time she ever kissed.

Priti: i donno where and what to start with...
Me(grinning): from the first obviously
Will be her POV from here
Priti: as soon as i got in the car he was like
Siddu: Wowww
Priri: what??
Siddu:  You rock, Chica
Priti: thanks sid,  and didnt know you had this SUV (she knows that this is his girls pickup car, and he doesn't use it much everyday)
Siddu: its huge for everyday use, i just use it occasionally
Priti: oh, special huh
Siddu: i have to move huge stuff today...so yeah
Priti(blushing): ahaa
Siddu: told you i had to get the cow today at any cost na
Priti : oh! Are we going to pick it up ? ( acting like she isnt the one)
Siddu: I don't need two at once...(keeping his hand on her thighs as he was driving)
Priti was just blushing and kept quiet while siddu moved his hand from her thighs to her waist
Siddu: you know that guys go mad to have a look at your navel when you wear sarees and tshirts like this...
Priti: oh really? Are you mad now?
Siddu: oh you dont even know, but not just for that
Priti: what else are you mad for?

( Here I was thinking inside my head that girls even though they know the answers for questions like these, they just want us to answer them.. i think it gives them a sense of confidence and control over us while getting aroused with the conversation)

Siddu: everything, your lips, your navel and the huge bosom of milk( while slowly tracing her bra with his fingers and slid his hand inside her back)
Priti: hehe, why do they make you go mad..?
Siddu: oh dont even ask, i would love to bury myself in there

Priti was sitting beside me flushed and her face was red as she was telling me all this

Priti: ahaa
Siddu(stopped his car at the Novotel valet): lets go
Priti(wanted the conversation to last longer, but couldn't help as they reached the hotel): Yes sir, as you say
Siddu: oh! I am Sir now?
Priti: if you want to be

We casually chatted about regular stuff and some of your other friends while having a couple of beers.. and moved out after an hr(nothing happend there)... We got in the car and he started Driving towards the same place like yesterday...


Priti: can i ask you something
Siddu: yeah, anything
Priti: will you give me truth though?
Siddu(probably knows what she is gonna ask): hmmm ..okie
Priti: how many girls were in this car before me?
Siddu: i can only tell you this...the last time,  it was someone you know...
Priti even though she knows its Navya, acted like she didnt and asked him
Priti: whattt? Who??
Siddu: its one of your friends... If u think about it,  you'll guess who it is too...
Priti: hmmm..acting like she is thinking about it...
Siddu (absolutely no idea that she knows): wanna guess?
Priti: Mostly it should be Navya...
Siddu: how did u know? You guys talk?
Priti: whatt?? No way... i dont share personals with her...
Siddu: oh, sorry... then how did you guess?
Priti: she is the only girl from our batch that behaves like she is asking for it...we always had our doubts on her but never asked her..
Siddu: hmmm..
Priti: so... how was it?
Siddu: how was what?
Priti: dont act innocent, how was Navya?
Siddu: I don't wanna bitch about ur friend, but Ill be honest... She is an absolute slut...
Priti(making an angry face): dont say that, will you talk like this about me as well?
Siddu: shut up na... If you've seen her from college... You obviously know she has things going on with others right
Priri: yeah, sort of
Siddu: then? Hell, she even fucked 3 of my friends
Priti: holy fuck...
Siddu: forget about her now (while stopping the car at the same place from yesterday)
Priti: not here again, actually ill tell you a place we girls used to drink when we were college...
Siddu: wow, you have hideouts??
Priti: not a hideout... It's just a quiet place... (While showing directions with my hand)
We reached there after 5min
Siddu (stopping the car near a abandoned half constructed building): so how many times did u come here
Priti: we came like 3-4 times back in the day... After that rudra used to take me to his place if i wanted to drink
Siddu: nicee... Must've been long ago(turned towards me and was caressing my neck behind my hair)
Priti: yeah...
Siddu was slightly hovering his fingers over my ears and neck alternatively and asked me
Siddu(slid his hand inside my tshirt at the back):  You think i can shift to fresh milk coffee?
Priti: maybe, if u can get some fresh milk that is..
Siddu(unclasped the bra hook and started pulling it down): maybe I should check them if they have some fresh milk first
Priti: hmmmm

Siddu pulled out my bra and kept it in his door pocket and went over me and reclined my seat further back and slid his hands inside my tshirt and started playing with my navel, and with the other hand he started playing with my lips leaning over me. He took his time and his hand crept up to my boobs sliding over the tshirt from inside but not touching them... He kept playing with side boobs and under boobs flicking his hands for sometime but never touching the nipples. He then slowly leaned further more and kissed my lips while holding my boob completely in his hand at once, it gave me a sudden jolt as i arched my boobs upwards for him to knead them..  it  all happened like a trance, he kept kissing my lips and biting them in between and held my nipple with his thumb and index finger  and pulled it a little...

Priti: aaah
Siddu: the cow needs to prepared before milking it
Priti: hmmm
Siddu(pulling the tshirt upwards and over her boobs): did anyone ever steal the milk from here
Priti: nobody even saw them to steal...
Siddu(moving down towards the nipple): ohh, what a lucky guy i am
Priti(arching more so he can take her nipple into his mouth): why do you want me
Siddu(playing with his lips over her nipples but not taking them in): you know the first time we met, when Rudra introduced us
Priti(moaning slowly): yeaahhh, why?
Siddu: The first thing i saw was these beautiful mounds before i even saw your face, they just looked like huge hybrid mangoes...
Priti(slapping his head playfully): mangoes dont have milk sid...
Siddu(suddenly licks her nipple with his tongue): lemme see for myself
Priti:aaahh
Siddu kept playing with her nipple and kneading the other boob
Priti : all yours sid...just take em
Siddu(while sliding his hand into her skirt and her panty): are they mine just for now??
Priti(pushing his head towards her nipple to suck it): any time you want them...

Siddu immediately took my nipple in all at once and sucked it hard while sliding his hand over my pussy mound and just cupped it with his hand which made me give out a loud moan...

Priti(holding his hair pushing his head more into my boobs): aaaahhh sid

Siddu was rolling his tongue over the nipple in circular motion over and over ... I just couldnt control anymore and turned towards him and started feeling his cock over his trouser... He helped me remove the button on his trousers, amd as soon as he did, i just flicked the zip open and pulled down his boxer and held his cock... It was so warm and hard, i started giving him a slow handjob while squeezing it in between...he started giving lil moans in between while sucking my nipples and stopped suddenly and he pulled my tshirt off over my head and threw in the back seat... He removed his trousers and got on top of me with his boxers and was kissing me all over my neck, shoulders and boobs... While i lay there topless he moved a bit further up pointing his cock staright at my face, that's when i saw it in its full glory, glistening with pre-cum, circumsized and thick... Its not like its too big but it was something else...i felt i needed that inside me right then...he started slapping his cock over my boobs and my nipples...it started arousing me like crazy...i couldn't hold on any longer and just grabbed it and pulled him up and started sucking it...
Siddu(loud groan): omfggg... You want it so badd huh...
Priti: hmmmm
Siddu: all yours priti ( saying this he was taking it out in between and slapping my lips holding my face in the other hand)

Just then we realized some vehicle lights were coming towards us in the darkness...

End of part 3...

[Kohsaitap]

Just then we realized some vehicle lights were coming towards us in the darkness...
He quickly got to his seat and put his boxers on.. but i was fucking lying there topless with all my boobs in the open to see and cant get hold of my tshirt at the back.. they were couple of bikes riding beside us... For a sec i thought they didnt notice us.. but they immediately turned back and came to us and started looking inside without shame... They found me topless hiding my boobs with my hands, i cant reach my tshirt coz itll give them a nude show of my boobs. i just sat there hiding my bosom which felt like an year before sid drove off from there... As soon as we drove off i jumped in the backseat and didnt even wear my tshirt and held down my face in shame for showing my boobs to some random people on the street ... I didnt know what happened, I slowly reached for my t-shirt and wore it without the bra ...
Siddu: i am so sorry priti
Priti: WTF were those guys thinking looking inside like that...
Siddu: shameless labour guys priti, forget about it
Priti(not knowing what to say): i thought this palce was like before

Its been 5-10min and both of us weren't talking anything...Part was me dying with shame for getting caught like that, but i also felt like a teenager caught by parents while kissing

Siddu (slowly stopped the car near a shop): are you ok?
Priti: they saw me naked sid
Siddu: they saw nothing priti, they hardly had a look, i drove off the second they peeped inside
Priti: felt like an hr, thanks for not delaying and driving off sid(it was infact hardly few seconds that peeped at me)
Siddu: hmmm
He wore his trousers and turned towards and asked...
Siddu: wanna have a smoke?
Priti: yeah need one, maybe itll cool me off (she smokes very occasionally when i offer her puff of my cigarette)
Siddu: let me go grab one in the shop

I was remembering all that happened, getting my boobs sucked like that and sucking his cock. I was flushed, all the goosebumps i got from that just made my blood running... Thats when I messaged you out of excitement...
Siddu came back and gave me a cigarette, i asked him to light it up and give me coz i donno how...and started taking a few small puffs as he rolled the sunroof back
Siddu said lets go to my place, we have no-one to worry about... I just kept quiet and was just absorbing all the events that happened and replaying them in my mind .. and he started driving slowly while taking a long puff of his cigarette... I donno why, but i told him
Priti: i totally forgot, Rudra will be home tonight... I gotto go early
Siddu: whatt? What time is he coming
Priti: donno his flights arrival time exactly, he will be angry if i am not home by the time he is there..
Siddu: hmmm
While i was trying to jump to front seat again, i realized i still dont have my bra on...
Priti: pass me my bra
Siddu: no, im gonna keep it as a souvenir
Priti: wtf!! How will i go home like this...
Siddu: ill drop you till your lift anyway, so go home straight 
Priti: nooo, please give it back ...i dont want someone seeing me like this sid...
Siddu: nobody will baby
Priti( while holding he chin from the back seat): pleaseee na
Siddu: please don't do that and ask me so many times baby... I really wanna keep this...
Priti: what will it take to make you give it??
Siddu: seriously?? Then come home with me.. give the remaining milk ?
Priti: i already told you,  i cant come now..
Siddu: then leave it

I felt bold and said fine, ill go home like this...
Siddu: so you dont want me??
Priti: shut up na, Rudra will kill me if he finds out about us
Siddu: hmmm...

We arrived like 30min later at our community gate and siddu asked me to get down there and go
Priti: wtf!! Are you crazy? You told me you would drop me at the lift
Siddi: i know, but i wanna see u walk without your bra on..;)
Priti(with an angry face, which she actually isnt and siddu knows it): fuck you sid
Siddu: thats for another day baby... Now go
Priti: fuck off
And I got down and came home... Lucky there wasn't anyone at the gate or on the way...except college kid in the lift... I was looking at my mobile covering my boobs as if i was busy...  But i guess he understood i dont have a bra on...


(While here I am sitting next to her and I understood her problem...  she wants to be siddus bitch, doesn't wanna show it...she is ashamed of getting caught, but she is also excited about getting caught to those labours, but she isnt a slut...she wants to get fucked right there, but doesn't wanna ask for it.. she wants his dick back in her mouth, the way she explained how it was, made me understand that she was just drooling over it like a kid does for his lollipop before getting it... )

Me: hehe,  that college kid must have had a hard on...
Priti: shut up sid
Me: i am not sid priti
Priti: oh sorry sorry...
I was jealous and excited at the same time with all thats going
Me: you wont leave me for sid right?
Priti: shut up na... You are the love of my life ... Its just that its a lil diff... I dont love him
Me(while pulling up her tshirt, and seeing her boobs):crazyy, ur boobs are all red from all that action u got...
Priti: he went all crazy over them...
Me: no wonder, anybody will go crazy over your boobs.. you want his cock right?
Priti: dont talk like that na
Me(fondling her boobs): its ok baby, its just me... I want you to be a little slutty... Bring that slutty side out...
Priti: hmmm
Me: now take this cock, its a already super hard hearing what happened
Priti: give it here, i need a good fuck now
Me: wow, you never spoke like this before
Priti: you asked me to bring the slutty side out...
Me: yes, yes...
Priti(while sucking my cock): hmmm
Me: wow, it feels so good today...that feeling that your mouth just sucked another cock before an hr and now you are sucking mine... Wowww...
Priti: what is that makes you so hard hearing your wife sucked another guy...
Me: i donno, i just wanna see you fuck him... Suck it hard na, bite me
Priti was fondling my balls and pinching my nipples alternatively
Me: pritiiii
Priti: yeah
Me: bringg the ust the slutty side out
Priti: i will
Me: will you be siddus slut??
Priti: hmmm
Me: will you fuck him when ever he asks you?
Priti: hmmm
Me: godd, you are making me maddd baby
Priti was just slurping over my dick, pushed me back on the sofa and pulled up her skirt and pulled her panty down and straight sat on me... My cock just slid in smooth af with all the lubrication she had from earlier...
Me: i want to see you in diff place baby
Priti: where?
Me: on a table getting fuckked in doggy style by big black cock
Priti: ewww...and?
Me: and another cock in your mouth and one more guy sucking ur boobs from down...
Priti(imagining all that i said): omfg baby, your cock feels so good today
Me: is it my cock or the thought of other cocks?
Priti(moaning louder than everyday): bothhh
Me: i want them to fuck you one after the other..
Priti: what will you do?
Me: if all goes well...
i didnt say anything after that
Priti(riding my cock faster): what if all goes well, tell me na
Me: we can get your sister fucked along with you and 2-3 more guys...both of you getting gangbanged... Wow will be a sight to watch
Priti: aaah, faster...faster
I lifted her up a little and started ramming her pussy faster and faster... As she leaned back i kept telling, you are gonna get fucked soon by diff cocks baby... You are gonna make lotta cocks happy...

Priti kept shouting yeah, yeahhh, yeah and she had a huge orgasmm with all the imagination of her being fucked by diff men... She fell beside me and i proceeded to do the usual of masturbating, but this time i closed my eyes and imagined fucking pritis sisters pussy in her kitchen from behind while pushing her head down on the kitchen slab and ramming her pussy... making her another submissive cow that she is... And shot my load all over the sofa ... ill tell you about pritis sister later...

We both went and had a hot shower and i fed her some noodles before she drifted to sleep...I couldn't sleep, my mind kept thinking of diff scenarios where and how priti can get fucked... It made me hard again, i went to the washroom to masturbate again ... Priti woke up to use the washroom, she came in saw me masturbating and in her half sleep she asked me, whom are you imagining fucking me now? The next door uncle or the college kid from the lift? And she left to use the other washroom in second room... It gave me even more thoughts and my dick kept hissing out more n more as i reached my orgasm..


The next morning priti woke up before me because I slept very late, I woke up around 10am and went to the kitchen to see priti, she called me from the living room
Priti: Rudr, here...
I went there and sat beside her too see she is already chatting with siddu
The first msg on her phone was a pic of his dick from the bed, probably a morning boner that he took to send her... and the next message
Siddu: waiting for the same warmth it had yesterday
I let priti talk to him instead of me as it reached that point
Priti(just removed her tshirts completely and sent him a few pics of her boobs without her face): see what you did, my boobs are swollen and red...
Siddu: OMG, did rudra see ??
Priti: nah, he wanted to make out last night... But i told him i was too tired
Siddu: cool, very lucky
Siddi: pritiii
Priti: yeah?
Siddu: you free today??
Priti: cant meet you anytime soon, Rudra will be working from home for couple of weeks it seems...
Siddu: fuckkk, cant you tell him you are going out to meet your friends...
Priri: i can but its risky, dont wanna take chances... But lets see...ill let you know if i can
Siddu: my babyyy you are... Ill be waiting
Priti(replying to his dick pic): lol, so what are you going to do with that now
Siddu: maybe ill call navya and see if she can come
Priti: you touch her one more time and you'll never see me again
Siddu: hehe, ok...ok...relax... Its been ages i spoke to her anyway(lying)
Priti: i dont believe you
Siddu: come on, you gotta trust me...i even told you the truth last time
Priti: Listen that cock is mine... Stop putting it everywhere
Siddu: ok baba, i wont... Told you, its all yours... And will be just yours
Priti: better be, no go masturbate with this and she sent a another pic( she got up and completely stripped herself nude and asked me to click a pic, which i did)
Siddu: oooooohhhhhh, fucking hell... U got some photography skills babe...
Priti turned towards me and said, This is the slut you want to see right??  I nodded in affirmation and showed her my dick which was erect with what she was doing...

Priti then went a brought her dildo and put it inside her and clicked another pic of herself and sent him
Priti: (picture) i want your cock here ...
Siddu: fuck, you are killing me
Priti: dont die yet ... You'll get alot more of me than these...

And we heard our bell ring while she was chatting... She immediately put her clothes on and went to see who it was... It was an amazon courier, as i was watching across from the hall..i can see them talking about something... Normally she would always just take the parcel and shut the door...but she didnt... After two min she shut the door came to me all shocked... I asked her what happened...

Priti: the courier guy
Me: what about him
Priti: ha gave me the parcel and before i shut the door he said
Courier boy: mam!!
Priri: yes?
Courier boy: you are priti?
Priti: thats the name on the address right?
Courier boy: yeah, but...(Trying to recollect her face)
Priti: but what??
Courier boy: did you have fun yesterday evening?
Priti: what?? What fun??
Courier boy: in the SUV, at the new under construction community, near the airport
Priti(shocked): what are you talking about?
Courier boy: it was you, wasn't it?...
Priti: bullshit, you must've seen someone else
Courier boy: Noo, its you.. you were topless in that car... I saw your face clearly...
Priti: get lost and was about to shut the door
Courier boy: mam! Ill come back and we can talk about it later... I know its youu...
Priti: without replying just shut the door and came inside...

[Kohsaitap]

Priti just crashed on the sofa covering her face in shock and shame...
Priti: he saw me nude rudraaa
Me: its ok baby
Priti: its not ok Rudra, he fucking saw me topless holding my...my...my  boobs...
Me: so what, he just saw...
Priti: Fuckkkk...  what so what? What if he wants to blackmail me
Me: saying what, that he will tell your husband? Lol
Priti(realising what i said): hmmm...yeahh right?
Me: thats what i am saying...
Priti: i for a second thought he will blackmail me and ...
Me: and what?? ...fuck you??
Priti: yeah thats what my mind thought obviously
Me: you can if you want to
Priti: yuk, nooo...
Me: does he look decent??
Priti: kinda does yeah, but he is all dirty and rugged
Me: come on priti, he is a delivery guy, he will be dirty
Priti: hmmm

I was trying to make it look casual by standing up and saying

Me: you can try him if you are ok... We can actually tease him a bit and see... And went over to grab a water bottle

Priti loved teasing siddu as well, so i thought maybe  i can make priti strip nude for this delivery guy...open the door just wearing just a towel or knee length lingerie without inners.... Maybe i can sit and watch them fuck...or go to terrace and wait for him to start banging priti and then come in using my key and act like catching them... or what if he gets his friends and gangbangs her.. All these thoughts started running in my mind... I wanted something to happen...but didnt wanna push her... So i kept quiet.. suddenly priti also said

Priti: what if his friends come with him

I thought so she is ready to fuck this guy?... seriously?? She will get fucked by him and thinking about his friends as well?.... I was shocked and super excited but kept my calm and asked her

Me: lets first see what he says na
Priti: hmm

I immediately went to the bathroom to masturbate imagining her fucking him and his friends... So we were just waiting for him to come back...
Later in the evening, priti was looking at the door waiting for him probably... I kept watching her as she was excited about what's gonna happen... He didnt come that day....

It was around 7 i was like
Me: did he see me in the morning??
Priti(like she isn't sure about what i meant but knows): who the delivery guy??
Me: yeah
Priti: dont think so, you were blocked by the door i guess
Me: oh...okk
Priti: he probably wasn't sure it was me...
Me(to provoke her): wasnt you what? Topless in the car with boobs out??
Priti: rudraa, stop saying that
Me: hehe, ok ok... Maybe he just saw the red marks on your boobs...lol
Priti: fuck you...
Me: let them fuck you na... Why just me...
Priti: them? So you want all of them to fuck your wife?
Me: well, if you are open to it... I can sit here and watch you ganged up...
Priti(excited about the thought of it): nasty fucker you are
Me: hey...let them be nasty and fuck you in all ways...
Priti was silent and went inside for a shower( she probably masturbated to those thoughts as well).. she came back wearing her lingerie which i imagined her wearing tmwhen she opens the door.. she generally wears that only when she is ready for some action...

Me: naicee, what if he comes now? Youll open the door like that??
Priti: or what? You want me to strip naked and stand there or what?
Me: i dare you
Priti: dont ...just dont
Me: ok ok baby...

But he didnt come that day at all...

The next morning when i just woke up and was about to go to the hall and heard the bell ring, i just hoped it was him immediately... i went to the room and was trying to hear who it was... It was himmm it was himm i thought... It was another delivery though... she came back and saw me standing beside the door... She gave me an angry look for spying and spoke in low tone... Its him but isnt saying anything... And went away to the door again after checking her otp...  Its been a while and she isn't coming back and i cant hear anything... I waited for a few more minutes before i tried to peep my head out and see... He is inside the house and the door is almost closed... Priti was still in her lingerie with her inners exactly like i imagined.. he was trying to say something slowly and he kept his hand on her shoulder and was grazing it around...priti just kept quiet and wasnt saying anything...she saw me and looked away... She was shy that its happening before her husband... And her phone kept pinging with msgs in between... I ignored it and was looking at them, he just shut the door slowly and came to his normal tone and said
Delivery guy: mam, you looked better without anything on top... Lemme see again na

Saying this he put his finger under the shoulder strap of her lingerie and started pulling it away. Priti held his hand and said in low tone
Priti: nooo, please dont do this
Delivery guy: why mam... Maybe your husband should've seen you yesterday... You were topless and showing your boobs to us and shaking them

I was confused for a moment, wtf ... She told me she hid her boobs and was ashamed... But this delivery guy here says she was flaunting them... Why didn't she tell me this...
The delivery guy held her hand with his other hand and pulled her strap down and slid his hand over her boob, cupped it in his hand and started squeezing it and pinching her nipple.. i obviously was too hard seeing all this...  Then he said something else and pulled down her other strap.

Delivery guy: mam, shake them like you did yesterday na
Priti just stood there silent and wasnt saying anything or doing anything...she just let him fondle her boobs and pinch her nipples..
Delivery guy: mam, shake em na... Shake em
Saying this he kept slapping her boobs sideways to make them shake...

I didnt know what happened, i was thinking about what exactly happened yesterday? Did she let them watch her... Is she that bold ?? Did she really shake em? Did she do anything else?? Did she also fuck siddu and didnt tell me yet... ?

Delivery guy: say something mam, i dont have much time... What can you offer me to keep quiet?

He already had her in his control, what else does he want i thought...

Priti: i can give you some money, please just leave...ill give you 10k
Delivery guy: mam, i can earn money later also.. And 10k? Seriously??.. i wont even get a girl like you for 10k... You are worth a lakh minimum madam...

I didnt know if i have to go slap him for talking like that or see whats gonna happen next... The latter got me...

Priti: I can't give you one lakh, I don't have that much...my husband will kill me
Delivery guy: oh, so he wont say anything if you are fucking someone?

He just pushed her to the wall and in that moment she let go of her hands...her lingerie completely fell down and there she was in all her naked glory, her boobs were heaving like huge mountains from the side view.. he took a step back and said...

Delivery guy: look at these mountains, who will not want to do some trekking on them

As the delivery guy kept getting calls non stop, he bent down to have one good suck on her nipple and bit her nipple a little and said
Delivery guy: i am not so bad madam, i have to go now... But ill come tom morning, ill take a leave tom... Be ready, and madam, please wear a saree... Ill come prepared as well...
Priti: my husband will be home tomorrow...
Delivery guy: thats your problem madam...send him somewhere...saying this he opened the door and checked if anyone was there and  left without waiting for an answer

Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, i put my cock back inside which i was playing with and was sitting there, thinking about what happened and what we should do... She came in asking
Priti: did you look at him, did u listen to what he is saying... I knew he would blackmail me
Me: we both knew it ma..
Priti: ill tell him to go fuck off tom
I didnt say anything, just thinking what she should do... She was quiet too... We both didnt talk, out of curiosity of what happened the other day that she didnt tell me and what should she do with the delivery guy... I wanted to see her get fucked desperatly, so does priti... But we both didnt talk about it... Half day passed by, post lunch i went to take a nap as i am not able to focus on work or the plan ... I heard our steel almirah open, priti has all her sarees and function wear there...
It hit me... Omfg she is looking for what saree to wear tom, she is ready for it... I couldn't control anymore thinking about what's gonna happen, so i went there stripping myself on the way, by the time i was there my cock was pointing straight at her... She saw me and my cock, i was looking at her and the almirah of sarees... We both understood whats to be done... She stripped herself came to me and pushed me to the bed, i fell on the bed... She climbed on top sitting on my dick and letting it rub on her pussy... She gave me a long kiss and moved up a lil further giving me her boob into my mouth and said
Priti: do you want me to fuck him here? Or our bedroom?
Me: fuck him here, ill keep phone hidden here and make a video call from my laptop...
Priti: you sure about this guy baby?
Me: its your choice, we can back out if u feel if anything is off..
Priti: yeah, but i saw another guy at the end of corridor waiting for him
Me: you are telling me that now? And you shook your boobs for him the other day...?
Priti: it was an act of fun Rudra, nothing else happend other than what i said...
Me: leave that, what about this guy...??
Priti: i donno, not sure what to do
Me: then why are you checking your sarees?
Priti: actually, i told siddu ill be free for sometime in the evening, and we planned to meet , I told him   i wanna wear a saree
Me: nicer...as i was fucking her slowly...
Priti: i actually told him what happened today, but with out the part where the delivery guy stripped me..
Me: what?? What did he say??
Priti: he said he will find out who that is and make his life miserable, and make sure i wont see him again...
Me: obviously he has to say something like that, will see that tom what he did...
Priti: i said please do something about it to him
Me: naice, you are playing along very well ma...
Saying this i rolled her over and got on top and started fucking her fast, i didnt want a slow session then...i just wanted to have an orgasm, Needed a desperate release... I ejaculated within a min...

Priti: hehe, somebody is fast today...
Me: yeah, just needed that release to think straight...
Priti: to think straight?
Me: yeah, its making me go mad with all the burst of testosterone, not able to think logically...
Priti: ohkk
Me: so who do you wanna fuck first?
Priti was shy to answer that...
Me: tell me priti... you wanna get fucked by this local delivery guy Or siddu...??
Priti: maybe this local guy, we will see if he comes tom...

I took priti's phone and was going through the msgs, and saw that they just wanted to catch up for coffee casually... Then it hit me, and i told her...
Me: lets all go in the evening, tell him Rudra wants to go for a coffee as well... So you cant meet him
Priti: why?
Me: you got nothing planned for fun today anyway...let me call him instead for that coffee like i dont know whats happening between you two...
Priti: hmmm...okie...seems interesting

I called siddu and asked him if he was free today and told him why not we catch up today in the evening, he was confused and told me ...i might have a small meeting with a client, but ill finish it and come... He immediately messaged priti
Siddu: Rudra called..
Priti: i know... he is right here.. He wanted to go out for a bit.. he was just telling me...
Siddu: oh, okie.
Priti: yeah. Bye gotto go

I noticed all of sudden priti wasnt much interested in Siddu, i asked her
Me: why not siddu first, why the delivery guy
Priti: i donno, i wanna take siddu slowly... This delivery guy, just fuck and leave

I was sitting there thinking why will these local guys leave her after he gets a good nice fuck from a girl like priti... Suddenly my sister popped up at our home, told us she had some work nearby and came to see us....so we asked her to join for coffee as well...We all went to our regular coffee place, met few friends and were chatting casually... I introduced siddu to my sister and since they were same batch they had some disc going on... Priti was looking at both of them while she received a msg, and she was checking it while i was coming back to the table from the washroom...

(The disc i read from pritis phone later on)

Siddu: wow, this cow needs to be picked up as well...indicating my sister...  She has a lot of milk to steal...
Priti: lol, she is a bigger cow
Siddu: i know right, i would love to milk her myself...
Priti: how many will you milk?
Siddu: maybe this time, i will milk both of you at once..
Priti: lol, she isnt like that... But you can try, i am ok to be milked together if its her...
Siddu: let me deal with that
Priti: such a nasty milkman you are
Siddu: sent a emoji of two cows and a  man running behind them

Priti had a smile across her face which i noticed but i didnt know the msg then... So i thought something was cooking and kept quiet...she replied something...i knew it was both of them chatting, coz he was also sending msgs... We sat there for another hour and we all bid everyone... My sister left as well...

We reached home and were tired and just hit the bed...  
The next morning, we both woke up early  to the excitement...i went and set up a second phone in the room on top of a almirah and kept it in silent...

Priti went to have a shower and i saw she picked a nice black netted saree with a blouse which is netted as well except the front part... wowww... She wants him...she is ready

She took an hour to get ready..she went and sat at the tv waiting for him with her coffee and toast.
I sat beside with my coffee mug and toast... We finished our breakfast and were watching tv and time came... He popped up at the door and rang the bell...i went to check if it was him through the key hole...it was him...
I went to the master bedroom and closed the door and locked it just in case... priti opened the door, i heard it close again... He came and said
Delivery guy: wow, you look lovely, wish it was a white saree, a first night type...
Priti: you are not my husband
Delivery guy: yeah, i am just a delivery guy who came to do a delivery who never comes in the building... You know what?
Priti: what?
Delivery guy: we followed you the other day here... Thats how i know you are here... I am not a delivery guy, i own a kirana store ... I tipped the security guy for your info, that old fucker just needs a bottle to end the day... Give him that he will give anything
He gave me your parcels and told me your flat no.

Priti: what the hell? So he knows everything?
Delivery guy: dont worry madamm. He doesn't know jack shit, he thinks i am just following you and came to see you...

Delivery guy(brushing her face and slid his hand behind her head pulling her closer): madam
Priti: hmmm
Delivery guy(his other hand in her waist): kya potti re  
Delivery guy: saying that he started opening his pants as they fell down to his feet. He stepped out of it..
He pulled her pallu from her shoulder and was playing with her navel with his finger and pinched her waist slightly...
Delivery guy: priti priti priti...so pretty

He was calling her by name now... She was just standing there letting him do what he wants.. omfg i was not able to handle that, she is going to get fucked now... he pulled her face closer and strated kissing her lips, he was literally eating her lips... His other hand went up from her waist and cupped her boob. He was about to push her to the sofa and she said
Priti: not here, lets go inside
Delivery guy: wow, bedroom huh
That's when i saw him enter the bedroom, he was dressed up very neatly in normal jeans and green tshirt. He pulled her back as she was moving forwards into the room... She jerked back and her pallu fell down again,  as she was about to put it back on...
Delivery guy: leave it madam, we dont need that
Priti not caring what he said put it back on her shoulder. He pushed her to the wall, and ripped the pallu off off her,  and she was breathing heavy making her boobs move up and down alot... He was ecstatic and held her blouse with his hand and just ripped it open making all the hooks break and her blouse was half torn like she is being bangd..
Priti: wtf, you can just open them
Delivery guy: couldn't wait madam
Priti: fuck you tore a beautiful blouse
Delivery guy: oh, you didnt wear a bra...woww...nicee

He started mauling her boobs like crazy and started grinding her with his already full erect dick with his underwear on... she is getting turned on and i can notice her breathing get heavier... She had her hands on his chest all the time like she is trying to push him away, but she isn't... He moved his crotch aside and just pulled his underwear down to reveal his cock .. i was shocked at his size, its super thick, like massively thick but not too big in length.... Then she pushed him away and tried to move to the bed... She sat there closing her face.... She was actually looking at his cock...Then she did the unthinkable, as he stood there... She held his legs just under his butt and pulled him closer opening her mouth and took the dick all the way in...

I started oozing  massive pre cum, i just took my cock out to compare and saw his cock was at least twice as thick but similar in length...
She started moving her head vigorously sucking him fast closing her eyes.. i was in a state of trance... Seeing my wife suck someone else was coming true...now as she kept sucking him, she was playing with his balls with her hands...and she started to suck his balls in between and alternating with his dick...  She kept sucking for another 5min and he tried to pull her up holding her boobs...she pushed his hands and fell back on the bed...he pulled her tucked in saree and knot for her lehenga and stripped em in a whiff, he then knelt down and pushed her legs open and directly attacked her pussy with his mouth, he kept sucking her pussy making slurp sounds which were echoing in the complete silence of our house... He kept slapping her pussy in between and kept sucking it again, i can see his tongue licking her pussy like a kid licks their soft cone ice cream, he kept flicking his tongue and started to tongue fuck her, she was just arching her pussy more into his face as he did that... he stopped in between and started finger fucking her while licking her pussy again...he kept doing that for another 10min before she started jerking... Realising she will have an orgasm soon, he stopped...he stood up and took a long breath and starte dhetting into missionary position by pushing her legs with his legs . He got into position with his cock at the tip of her pussy and held it with his hand and started rubbing her pussy with his dick... She was going mad with all the stimulation and kept moaning louder and he said

Delivery guy: priti
Delivery guy: pritiiiii
She wasnt answering, then he said
Delivery guy: madammm
Priti: aahhh
Delivery guy: are you ready for the taste of of your life?
Priti: hmmm
Delivery guy: do you want this?
Priti was silent again
Delivery guy (kept playing his dick faster at the entrance of her pussy): talk to me madam
Priti: yes, yes...
Delivery guy: what yes priti?
Priti was silent again
Delivery guy: madamm, tell me what you want?
Priri: i want it in...
Delivery guy: what do you want in madam
Priti: your dick... just put it in...
He started noticing that she is getting aroused every time he calls her madam...
Delivery guy: madamm

He was slapping her pussy with his dick, it was making sounds... It was like the best music i heard...

Priti: oooooohhhhhh , aaahhh
The delivery guy just shoved his cock inside her pussy with that moan...she was moaning harder and she shouted louder with all that dick inside her, she opened her eyes to see him...she had her eyes closed all the while...

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He slowly started moving to and fro fucking her and everytime he goes back in he is making sure it hits her walls hard and it was making chap chap chap sound... He was taking his time fucking her and looking into her eyes he shoved it back in fast.. he liked her staring into her eyes as he shoved it in everytime...

Delivery guy: wow, your pussy is so warm and tight?
You feel so good on my cock... Waaahhh...
Priti kept her eyes closed in shy
Delivery guy: how many guys fucked you till now ?
Priti wasnt answering anything
Delivery guy: tell me madam, how many guys did u fuck
Priti: nobody exceptttt... my husbandddd...
(As he was fucking her out of her breath and pinching her nipples in between )

Delivery guy: dont lie madam, did that guy fuck you yesterday?? I saw him on top of you...
Priti: he didnt fuck me.... yet...
Delivery guy(squeezing and sucking her boobs):yett??  oh, lucky me...
Priti:aaah, its paining...
Delivery guy: let it pain na...
Priti: my bad time is like that...
Delivery guy: why bad time? Aren't you having a good time now? ...when will you go to him again?

Priti closed her eyes again out of shame from those questions... and he was having fun talking to her while fucking her pussy slowly...

Delivery guy : tell me mam, when will you go again?
Delivery guy: i wanna catch you again madam..
Priti: why? You already got what you want...
Delivery guy: it's more fun catching someone in the wild like that mam...
Saying this he pulled his cock out and moved back and priti opened her eyes to see why?

Delivery guy: yes madam, look into my eyes like that...saying this put his dick back in her pussy...
Priti was now directly staring into his eyes as he fucked her ...he increased his pace and started ramming her pussy ...he kept fucking her in the same position for 4-5min and moved aside and asked her to sit on top of him.. priti didnt need to be told second time, she immediately popped on his dick and as it went in she a gave loud groan
Priti: oh myy godddd... Its soo thick
Delivery guy: does it feel good madam?
Priti: hmmm... Yeahhhhh...dont cum inside meeee
Delivery guy: where do you want it?? On your face??
Priti: nooo
Delivery guy: i masturbated to you more than 5 times yesterday thinking about us...saying this he made her jump faster on his cock and her moans became louder ... He started ramming her with all his strength and her boobs were jiggling with the movements... What a sight, he was making her jump faster as he was slapping her boobs and kneading them... Priti was just moaning and shouting saying fuck me, fuck me ...yeah...faster ...aaahhh... Yess, yess, yess and she had a huge orgasm and she kept shivering like hell out of the pleasure... And he took his dick out, pushed her aside and put it in her mouth and cummed all he could.. he didnt have much to ejaculate, probably from all the masturbation yesterday... She spit it out, dripping on her boobs... As he leaned back, she pushed him aside and went to take her saree and covered herself without wearing it... He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her trying to hide herself with his limp cock..
Delivery guy: why all shy now? You fucked so nicely till now...  
Saying this he took his phone and made a call...

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Chill out, not everyone is in front of the system writing stories, have some patience

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I will, just wait till the weekend.

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He called his friend i suppose
Delivery guy: this bitch is crazy, she didnt even ask my name till now and got fucked properly ... Come up noww...
I then realised , yeah he was right... priti got fucked by a random guy in our house without even knowing his name... Within a min our door bell rang..  i didnt want anything else happen to that day, it was too much for priti to process, so i decided i have to interrupt the scene. I waited for the delivery guy to come into room and made a call to pritis phone, she answered immediately coz she knew i was watching... Meanwhile the delivery guy came in the room with 2 other random people. 

Me: dudu, i am on the way home. Lets go out for lunch. Get ready ill be there in 15min.
Priti smartly put it on speaker while i was saying that.
Delivery guy cursed my timing..

Priti: you have to leave now, he will be here any minute.
Delivery guy wasnt talking, probably was processing what to do...he then proceeded to the other two guys and said...
Delivery guy: Ravi, we gotta leave i guess ...her husband is coming...we might get caught...
Ravi just had a deaf ear to his words and proceeded towards Priti and pulled her saree from her hands and lifted her to push her against the wall... He started sucking her boobs vigorously without gap... Delivery guy came to him and said
Delivery guy: bhai, we have to go please.. Ravi turned to him and just started walking out of the room without utterung a word... And while he was exiting the room, i could hear him in loud voice shouting...
Ravi: I will be back for whats mine...

They all left the house with the door open as i saw priti peeping her head outside form the room as we didnt hear any door closing... Priti started walking fast towards my room which was on the other side of the hall with the main door open... She came inside the room i was in and immediately closed the door and fell on the bed... I went out to see that door was open and went and closed it and when i was coming back, I saw an uncle looking into our house from the opp apartment building as we had see through sliding glass doors for the balcony. He was trying to get a glimpse of naked Priti that ran into the room a minute back. What an old wack i thought, I went out to the balcony casually and lit a cigarette just to scare him off and process what all just happened, one of my fantasies had come true...
I witnessed my wife getting fucked by a random person... I was having thoughts if i wanted more of this to continue or stop it. Do i get her to fuck siddhu and others guys that came today..??. Will they come back everyday and fuck her?? Is it even safe for her... Also at the same time I was having thoughts about tagging along and fucking her as well in a gangbang... And i just stubbed my ciggie and went in to see priti. She was exhausted with the action she had and  just dozed off... i waited for her to wake up and went out to have another smoke. I wanted to plan what happens next. I've decided i wanted to see this again and again till the dream of witnessing a big black cock in her pussy is fulfilled. I wanted her to try diff men...

I came in and was getting restless of what and how to plan more...and pritis phone from the second room where she left it kept getting notifications... So i went in to see who it was half knowing it must be siddu, it indeed was him...i opened the chat and before even i read the msgs ive found few pics from him... I downloaded them... He kept sending his pics in an underwear and then few of his erect cock pics... I got an idea at that moment and replied to him as priti like always..

Priti: hmm...yummy pics... but i've got a challenge for you..
Siddu: what? Challange for what?
Priti: i want you to do something before you can have my milk and me.
Siddu: yummy yummy, what do you want? Ill get it.
Priti: i dont need anything, i want you to do something.
Siddu: okayy, go on... 
Priti: I want you to fuck my sister-in-law and send me a video before you can have me..
Siddu: what? Its not easy seducing a friends sister. It is risky and will take a lot of time
Priti: well, you yourself said you wanna try us both together... and actually you seduced his wife... Why not his sister?
Siddu: (with all sad emojis) this is unfair.
Priti: not everything is fair... 
Siddu: can you atleast help me get her then?
Priti I just shared the contact with him) good luck with this for a start. 
Siddu: just a phone number ? 
Priti: i cant make her strip for you like i do...
Siddu: atleast tell her about me and make her interested 
Priti: Ill try, we have a get together today, maybe ill talk to her casually...
Siddu: cool, ill ping her casually on insta tom then...
Priti: good luck. Remember the video. I need proof.
Siddu: ok baba ok. There is time for that

A bit about my sister...Nidhi is divorced with two kids and runs her own business in the outskirts. I came across a few of her tagged pics on insta in which she was wearing some hot see through top with just her stickies on her boobs and which she later deleted the tag from. It was quite surprising for me as ive always known her to be quite orthodox from childhood. I understood she is missing all the attention she used to get before and trying stuff. 
When she was showing me some business related pics on her phone one day, she got up to do something while i had her phone. I went through her other pics which were all normal but when i popped into her trash folder which she forgot to clear, i was shocked to see her slefies. There were hundreds of pics. With her just in a bra, in towel, and some topless with her hands covering her boobs, as ive scrolled further down i saw few videos and before i could try to play them, nidhi came back. I had to immediately close the app and gave her the phone.
I got up with a huge boner and went to the washroom and jacked off thinking about her pics. I instantly knew she was clicking these pics for someone else. Ever since then, the idea has been toying in mind to see her nude or maybe more... 

Ive always fanised her in my childhood, tried to squeeze her boobs while sleeping like any brother i guess... She even caught me a couple of times but never told my parents. I never gave it much thought back then about why she didnt complain, but realizing that now gives me thoughts that maybe even she wanted me to do that... I donno, maybe i never will... But i sure did miss some chances if she wanted it too... 

I found more about her later which i will explain later or maybe another story, back to the present now...

I planned to go to Nidhi's house in the evening to help siddu.. and ive been day dreaming for quite sometime about how he is gonna fuck her and my wife..or both together in a threesome... I heard Priti wake up meanwhile as she got into the bathroom and had a nice shower probably and came out in her regular nightsuit.. priti just came and sat beside me, she isnt even facing me or looking at me... I gave her a couple of minutes as i understood she is feeling guilty of what had happened, she knew i was watching her fuck the delivery guy with no bounds which made her even more guilty... After a couple of minutes, i pulled her close to me and said..
Me: i love you dudu, no matter what
Priti was silent and i felt tears dripping on my arms as i hugged her closer and said
Me: why are you crying ma? Its just a fantasy. I wanted you to try it. Like i did before our marriage.
Priti: but I am married now
Me: so what? You arent cheating, i know whats happening and i wanted it to happen. 

Back in my mind i was worried if she might say no to future endeavors or even do something hasty to herself. 

Me: look at me. It is just physical pleasure, its only wrong if youve done that behind my back. Its fine if its me who asked you to do so. So relax ma...
Priti: so you are seriously still fine with it? You never gonna say anything about it in the future?
Me: say about what? I even planned more after today (it slipped out of my mouth in a wrong time)
Priti: what more? You crazy or what??
Me: i mean only if you are ok with it, i wanna explore more 
Priti: so you're genuinely wanting more of this? And explore what?
Me: ill tell you slowly, now relax
Me: and also, ive chatted with siddu on your phone.
Priti: already? 
Saying this she got up to find her phone, which i gave her from my pocket. She went through the chat and all the images he sent and already had a relaxed expression on her face. I was clamed by her expression and thought to myself those future plans are ON.

She turned to me and asked
Priti: you sure about this?
Me: about what?
Priti: Siddu? Nidhi?
Me: you told him its ok at the coffee shop right?
Priti: wtf? You seriously considering that we both get laid together with Siddu? I was just making something up
Me: well, it might come true now... Finger crossed
Priti: you must be out of your mind 
Me: No, just using it better now i feel... With a ? 
Priti: the imagination itself is creeping me out and exciting at the same time...
Me: its just exciting and dick rising for me
Priti: want it handled?
Me: nah, ive had it twice when you were moaning.. indicating the earlier event
Priti: you jacked off watching me fuck him?
Me: yeah, that was the whole idea wasn't it?
Priti: whatever (like she didnt know)
Me: get ready we will go to Nidhis palce
Priti: why me? 
Me: yeah true, actually let me go alone
Priti: omg you are serious arent you?
Me: damn right I am
Priti: up to you...but be careful..

So I got ready and went to Nidhi's place in the evening and had some random discussions and slowly i was trying to pull up something related to siddu so I can talk about him... And it did come after sometime and i told her the same i told priti, this guy is a nice playboy and charming with girls and also added that he flirts alot with everyone and asked her about his behavior with her the other day? To which she said 
Nidhi: no he was very sweet, he didnt act weird.
I was confused as how to push her to make her think that she cab try him... I didnt know what she meant sweet... Girls are tricky i thought... And as one last try i said
Me: there is talk among the girls when we were in college actually...
Nidhi: oh what was it?
Me(trying hard to be casual about it): lol, that he is awesome in bed... 
Nidhi: aha... Good for him.. 
I didn't push it further, but i knew i got her thinking about him and planted the seed in her mind.. So we just drifted other topics and i left after having dinner ...

Next morning, i had an emergency situation at my hometown. So me and priti both left, but i kept a track on the house for the initial 4-5days as we had Ring security system installed. I saw the delivery guy and two other guys come everyday for 3 days and then they stopped coming. We came back after about 2 weeks after sorting the land issues back in our home town. We didn't discuss anything further as my mind was completely occupied with the issue. But as soon as we came back, i was reminded of the sexcapades we planned. I showed priti her room and said get ready for whats coming... She understood what i meant and was blushing... I then asked her if siddu msgd her again totally forgetting about him..
Priti: he did in between, but when i told him whats going on. He asked me to take care n ping him once we are back.
Me(sarcastically): wah your fuck buddy is so caring huh?
Priti: this is what i said ?
Me: come on, i was just pulling your leg... Enjoy that...dont be pissed off.. instead fuck him harder and show me... 
Priti: disgusting you are
Me: hehe, i know...

So we settled back and rested for the day and in the evening i heard the door knock and i casually opened it without peeping through the keyhole... As soon as i opened i hoped it wasnt them today! Luckily it wasnt them... I only hoped it wasnt them coz i already opened the door and didnt have my cams setup(i bought a mini wifi cam but havent set it up yet)... It was a the watchman with some parcels one of which is my wifi cam... I set it up in the evening, priti saw it and was shocked.
Priti: omfg, why are installing cams in our home now? You wanna them to come again?
Me: they did come for few days after we've left... They will come back i guess...lets see...
Priti: so youve installed cams for that?
Me: i dont wanna miss a thing baby... Even when i am not at home... You can just leave a msg and i will watch it online... ?...
Priti: this is too much
Me: ok ok, only when at i am at home maybe then...
Priti: whatever and she walked off the room...
Me: msg siddu that you are back
Priti: yeah, i already did came the reply from the hall(biting her tongue)
Me: ohooo, good good...whats he saying... 
Priti: lol, he just started sending his pics again..
Me: lol, dont delete any of them...just save them in locked folder... 
Priti: never deleted any... Either way why do u want his dick pics... ??
Me: you never know, maybe for the future...
Me: did he say anything about Nidhi?
Priti: no, he only said he will tell me when its done..
Me: oh so confident? he can be i guess... He's got the skill... 
Priti: yeah, i feel he will get her too...
Me: once you have a threesome, maybe you can go on multiple threesomes or gangbangs... 
Priti: fantasies fantasies...

I laughed it off and left to meet my friends as it's been sometime... 
After i was back in the night we had a nice steamy session after a while, when i was sucking her boobs, she closed her eyes and was pushing me into her.. i went ahead to her pussy and was playing on her labia, and her inner thighs and then slowly started fingering her ... And i kept sucking her boobs in between and playing over the nipples with my other hand...I didn't know what to start with... So i opened up about  what i wanted to do

Me: i wish i could suck Nidhi's boobs like this...
Priti: uhmm
Me:  maybe we can all have a foursome with siddu 
Priti: aaahh
Me: we can invite Arun as well(Arun is pritis cousin)
Priti just clenched her fist on my hair and pulled me to her lips and started kissing me with excitement and imagination...
Priti: and?
Me: what do you wanna do with Arun?
Priti was quite 
Me: tell me na? Do you wanna suck him? Or feed him as well??
Priti: yeahh..
Me: you will feed him your milk?
Priti: yeahhh..
Me: and suck his cock??
Priti: hmmmm..
Me: will you ride him like i want you to ride a bbc?
Priti: hmmm...
Me: tell me na, will you ride his cock??
Priti(moaning louder): yeah... I want him to eat my pussyyy
Me: and?
Priti: i wanna do him in the kitchen...
Me: nicee, how?
Priti: i will sit on the counter and he can eat me there
Now that i understood she opened up, i said
Me( while fingering her in diff positions making her more excited) : who else will you fuck?
Priti(closing on her orgasm):  i want to get fucked in a party... With random people 
Me: yesss, you might in the future...
I kept fingering her faster n faster and made her have a orgasm... She immediately pushed me back and started sucking my already erect cock from all the disc we had... Normally she would cuddle me and let her body relax from the orgasm, but she was shy about what we discussed and wanted to steer from it... And she gave me an incredible blowjob and i cummed all over her and the bed...
We slept and woke up to our regular chores the next morning... Couple of days passed by and the delivery guy popped up at my door... I saw through the keyhole, although i wanted him to fuck priti... I went ahead an opened the door myself...
Me: yes, what do you want?
Delivery guy: uh...nothing sirr... Just that mam asked to come today for some sink repair.
Me(opening the door wide to priti and acting like i donno anything): did you ask him to come for any repair??
Priti understood whats happening 
Priti: yeah, our kitchen sink was leaking.  I told the watchman to send someone...
Delivery guy: yes sir, watchman called me
Me: where is the watchman?
Delivery guy: he is at the gate sir..
Me: call him and ask him to come here...
Delivery guy started walking off acting to call him..
Me: call him from your phone, he informed you na
Delivery guy: sir i dont have his number sir...
Me: then how did he call you?
Delivery guy: he informed my brother sir...
Me(thinking its enough drama): oh, okk...come take a look at the sink then...
The delivery guy went to the kitchen and acted as if looking at the sink bottom and all and said
Delivery guy: will need a new attachment madam, i will get it later and come...
Me: ok, but i won't be here tom, maybe come day after tom and finish it ... (indicating him to make his plan)
Priti was blushing at that which i noticed but he didn't... 

Delivery guy: ok sir, i will come day after tomorrow...
Saying that he walked out the door...

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The rest of the day passed with a strange mix of anticipation and normalcy. Priti and I went about our evening routine—cooking dinner, watching some TV, and casually chatting about work. But the air was thick with unspoken thoughts. Every time our eyes met, I could tell she was thinking about what had happened and what might come next. Her blush from earlier lingered in my mind, and I knew she was just as caught up in the thrill as I was.

That night, as we lay in bed, I couldn’t resist bringing it up. I slid my hand under her nightie, grazing her thigh, and whispered, “So, you’re ready for him to come back, huh?”

Priti swatted my hand playfully, but her voice had that familiar teasing edge. “Shut up, Rudra. You’re the one who practically invited him.”

I chuckled, pulling her closer. “Oh, come on, you were blushing like a teenager when I told him to come back day after tomorrow. Don’t act like you’re not excited.”

She buried her face in the pillow, muffling a laugh. “You’re impossible. What if he actually brings his friends again? You saw how that Ravi guy was. He didn’t even care you were coming home.”

The mention of Ravi sent a jolt through me. The way he’d stormed in, so bold and unapologetic, had been intense. “Yeah, he’s a wild one. You think you could handle him?” I teased, my hand wandering up to her chest, gently kneading her breast.

Priti moaned softly, then pushed my hand away. “Stop it, Rudra. You’re getting me all worked up, and I need to sleep. I’ve got a big meeting tomorrow.”

I grinned, knowing I’d planted the seed. “Fine, fine. But you know you’re thinking about it. That thick cock of his… you loved it, didn’t you?”

She didn’t answer, just turned over with a huff, but I could see the faintest smile on her lips as she drifted off. My mind, of course, was racing. The delivery guy—whose name we still didn’t know—was coming back, and I was already imagining how it would play out. Would he bring Ravi again? Or someone else? And what about Siddu? The thought of him working his charm on Nidhi was another layer of excitement. I wanted to see how far this could go.

The next day was a blur of work and routine, but by evening, Priti’s phone started buzzing with notifications. I was in the living room, scrolling through my phone, when she walked in, holding her phone with a mischievous look. “Guess who’s back to his old tricks?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Siddu?”

She nodded, plopping down next to me and showing me the screen. There was a new message from him, along with another dick pic—his cock hard and glistening, probably fresh from a shower. The caption read: *“Missing that sweet milk already. When can I get a taste?”*

I laughed, shaking my head. “This guy doesn’t quit. What’s he saying about Nidhi?”

Priti scrolled up, showing me their earlier conversation.

**Siddu:** *Hey, I pinged your sister-in-law like you said. She’s… interesting. Responded to my story with a fire emoji. Think she’s into me? ?*

**Priti:** *Lol, maybe. She’s not as uptight as she seems. Keep trying, playboy.*

**Siddu:** *Oh, I’m on it. But you owe me a reward for this. I want both cows in my barn. ?*

**Priti:** *Dream on. Get her first, then we’ll talk.*

Priti looked at me, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “He’s really going for it, Rudra. You think Nidhi will bite?”

I leaned back, my mind already painting vivid pictures. “If she’s sending fire emojis, she’s already curious. And if she’s anything like you, she’ll be putty in his hands once he turns on the charm.”

Priti smirked, nudging me. “You’re such a pervert. You really want to see your sister get fucked, don’t you?”

I didn’t deny it. “Hey, you’re the one who said it’d be hot to get milked together. I’m just following your lead.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she typed out a quick reply to Siddu: *“Keep me posted, milkman. Don’t mess this up.”*

The next morning, the day the delivery guy was supposed to return, I woke up with a raging hard-on. Priti was already up, sipping coffee in the kitchen, wearing a simple kurti and leggings. She looked calm, but I could tell she was on edge. The anticipation was killing us both.

“So,” I said, grabbing a mug and sitting across from her, “you picking out another saree for today?”

She shot me a look. “You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” I grinned. “Come on, you know you want to look hot for him. That black netted saree was a killer. What’s the plan today? Gonna let him rip another blouse?”

Priti blushed, stirring her coffee. “I don’t know, Rudra. It’s… it’s a lot. Yesterday was intense. And those other guys showing up? What if they come back?”

I leaned forward, my voice low. “That’s what makes it hot, isn’t it? The risk? The idea that you’re being a little slutty, letting random guys have their way with you while I watch?”

Her breath hitched, and I knew I’d hit the right nerve. “You’re crazy,” she whispered, but her eyes were gleaming. “What if they get too rough? Or if they don’t stop?”

“Then we stop it,” I said firmly. “You call the shots, Priti. If it feels off, you say no, and I’ll step in. But if you’re into it… let’s see how far you can go.”

She didn’t respond right away, but the way she bit her lip told me she was already imagining it. “Fine,” she said finally. “But I’m not wearing a saree today. Too much hassle. I’ll wear something… easier.”

My cock twitched at the thought. “Oh? Like what?”

She smirked, standing up and heading to the bedroom. “You’ll see.”

An hour later, she emerged wearing a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves and a short black skirt that barely reached her thighs. No bra, just a thin thong underneath—I could tell from the way her nipples poked through the fabric. She looked like she was ready to be devoured.

“Fuck, Priti,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re gonna give that guy a heart attack.”

She twirled, giving me a playful wink. “Good. Let’s see if he can handle me.”

I set up the mini wifi cam in the living room this time, hidden behind a stack of books on the shelf. It had a perfect view of the sofa and the open space near the balcony. I connected it to my laptop and tested the feed—crystal clear. “All set,” I told her. “I’ll be in the bedroom, watching. Text me updates, and if anything feels wrong, just say the word.”

Priti nodded, her confidence growing. “Okay. But don’t you dare interrupt unless I say so.”

“Deal,” I said, giving her a quick kiss before heading to the bedroom and locking the door.

The wait felt like forever. My heart was pounding, my cock already hard as I sat with my laptop, the cam feed open. I kept checking my phone for any messages from Priti or Siddu. Nothing yet. Then, around 10:30 AM, the doorbell rang.

I heard Priti’s footsteps as she went to answer it. My screen lit up with the feed, and there he was—the delivery guy, dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans, looking a little more polished than last time. He stepped inside, and I noticed he was alone. No Ravi, no other guys. Part of me was relieved, part of me disappointed.

“Madam,” he said, his voice dripping with that same cocky confidence. “You look… wow. No saree today, but this is even better.”

Priti laughed, a little nervously. “You’re not here to fix the sink, are you?”

He grinned, stepping closer. “Sink’s fine, madam. I’m here for something else.” His eyes raked over her body, lingering on her chest. “You ready to give me what I want?”

Priti didn’t back away. Instead, she tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Depends. What’s your name? I can’t keep calling you ‘delivery guy’ in my head.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying her boldness. “Call me Vijay. And you’re Priti, right? The hottest cow I’ve ever milked.”

I could see Priti’s cheeks flush, but she didn’t shy away. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, Vijay. What makes you think I’ll let you do anything?”

Vijay stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. “Because you loved it last time, madam. I saw how you moaned, how you begged for my cock. You want it again, don’t you?”

Priti bit her lip, and I could tell she was already getting turned on. “Maybe,” she said softly. “But you’re not in charge here. I am.”

“Oh, is that so?” Vijay said, his hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her closer. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

He didn’t waste time. His hands were on her top, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her breasts bounced free, and Vijay let out a low whistle. “Fuck, these are even better than I remembered.” He cupped them, squeezing roughly, and Priti let out a soft moan, her hands gripping his shoulders.

I was rock hard, my hand already on my cock as I watched. Vijay pushed her back toward the sofa, his lips on her neck, then her chest, sucking her nipples hard. Priti’s head tilted back, her moans filling the room. “Ohhh… Vijay…”

He pulled back, grinning. “You like that, madam? Want more?”

Priti nodded, her breath heavy. “Yes… but slow down. I want to enjoy this.”

Vijay laughed, clearly loving her confidence. “Whatever you say, madam.” He dropped to his knees, pushing her skirt up and pulling her thong down in one go. Her pussy was already glistening, and I could see her trembling with anticipation. Vijay didn’t hesitate—he dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her gasp.

“Ohhh… fuck…” Priti moaned, her hands gripping his hair. “Yes… like that…”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The way she was giving herself to him, the way her body responded—it was everything I’d fantasized about. My phone buzzed, and I glanced at it. A text from Priti: *“He’s so good… you watching?”*

I typed back quickly: *“Fuck yes. Keep going, baby. Let him eat you.”*

Vijay was relentless, his tongue working her pussy like an expert. He slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly while sucking her clit, and Priti’s moans grew louder. “Oh my god… Vijay… don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He kept going, his fingers moving faster, his mouth never leaving her. I could see her thighs trembling, her body arching as she got closer. “I’m… I’m gonna…” she gasped, and then she came, her whole body shaking as she gripped his head, riding out the orgasm.

Vijay stood up, wiping his mouth with a smug grin. “Told you, madam. You can’t resist me.”

Priti was still catching her breath, but she smirked back. “Don’t get cocky. You’re not done yet.”

She reached for his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with his underwear. His thick cock sprang free, and I could see Priti’s eyes widen with hunger. She didn’t hesitate—she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly, then leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

“Fuck, madam…” Vijay groaned, his hands in her hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

Priti sucked him eagerly, her head bobbing as she took him deeper. I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth, the way she moaned around his cock. My own hand was moving faster now, matching her rhythm. This was hotter than I’d ever imagined.

After a few minutes, Vijay pulled her up, pushing her back onto the sofa. “I need to fuck you now, madam,” he said, his voice rough with need. He spread her legs, positioning himself between them, and rubbed his cock against her pussy. “You want this, don’t you?”

Priti nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Yes… fuck me, Vijay.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed inside her, slow at first, letting her adjust to his thickness. Priti gasped, her hands gripping the sofa cushions. “Ohhh… so thick…”

Vijay started moving, his thrusts deep and deliberate, making her moan with every stroke. “You like that, madam? You like my cock in your tight pussy?”

“Yes… yes…” Priti panted, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”

He obliged, picking up the pace, slamming into her with a rhythm that filled the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Priti was lost in it, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. “Ohhh… fuck… yes… Vijay…”

My phone buzzed again. Another text from Priti: *“He’s so fucking good… you still watching?”*

I replied: *“Can’t look away. You’re such a slut, baby. Keep going.”*

Vijay flipped her over, pulling her to her knees on the sofa. He entered her from behind, gripping her hips as he fucked her hard. Priti’s moans were louder now, almost desperate. “Oh my god… yes… fuck me… don’t stop…”

I was so close to cumming, my hand moving furiously as I watched. Vijay was relentless, his hands slapping her ass as he pounded her. “You’re my slut now, madam,” he growled. “You’re gonna let me fuck you whenever I want, aren’t you?”

Priti didn’t answer, just moaned louder, her body shaking as another orgasm built. Vijay reached around, rubbing her clit as he fucked her, and that pushed her over the edge. She screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Vijay wasn’t far behind. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum…” he groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. Priti turned around quickly, opening her mouth as he shot his load across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, and I nearly lost it right there.

As Vijay caught his breath, Priti grabbed her top and wiped herself off, a satisfied smile on her face. “You’re not bad, Vijay,” she said, her voice teasing. “But you better not tell anyone about this.”

He grinned, pulling up his jeans. “Don’t worry, madam. My lips are sealed. But I’m coming back for more.”

As he left, Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, her face flushed and her body still trembling. She saw me on the bed, my laptop open, my cock still in my hand. “Enjoy the show?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

“Fuck, Priti,” I said, pulling her onto the bed. “You were incredible.”

She straddled me, her pussy still wet from Vijay. “You’re such a pervert,” she said, but she was smiling. “What now? You want me to fuck him again? Or Siddu? Or maybe your sister?”

I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. “All of it, baby. I want to see you fucked in every way possible.”

She leaned down, kissing me hard. “Then you better keep up, because I’m just getting started.”

As we fucked, my mind was already racing with plans—Siddu, Nidhi, maybe even Ravi and his crew. The possibilities were endless, and I knew Priti was ready to explore them all.

[Kohsaitap]

The days following Vijay’s visit were a whirlwind of tension and unspoken desires. Priti and I settled back into our routine, but the air in our apartment crackled with the afterglow of her encounter. Every glance, every touch carried a new weight—like we were both teetering on the edge of something bigger, something wilder. My fantasies were spiraling, and I could tell Priti was riding the same wave, her confidence growing with each step we took into this uncharted territory.

The mini wifi cam was now a permanent fixture, discreetly tucked into corners of the living room and bedroom, ready to capture whatever came next. Priti didn’t protest anymore; in fact, she’d started teasing me about it, casually adjusting her top in front of the lens or sending me sultry looks when she knew I was watching the feed. It was like she was embracing her role as the star of my fantasies, and I was more than happy to direct the show.

That evening, as we lounged on the couch, Priti’s phone buzzed with a new message from Siddu. She smirked, holding it up for me to see. It was another cock pic, this time with a caption: “Ready for round two, cow? Your sister-in-law’s playing hard to get, but I’m working on it.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “This guy’s relentless. What’s the deal with Nidhi? Any progress?”

Priti scrolled through their chat, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “He’s been texting her, and she’s responding—slowly, but she’s biting. She sent him a selfie yesterday, nothing too spicy, just her in a tight kurti. But you know Siddu, he’s probably already imagining her naked.”

I leaned closer, my hand resting on her thigh. “And you? You’re okay with him chasing her? Or are you jealous?” I teased, my fingers tracing circles on her skin.

Priti swatted my hand, but her eyes sparkled. “Jealous? Please. I’m the one he’s begging for. But…” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. “The idea of him fucking both of us… it’s kinda hot, isn’t it?”

My cock twitched at her words. “Fuck, Priti, you’re gonna kill me. You really want that? A threesome with Nidhi?”

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s… intense to think about. But I know you want it.” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “You want to see your sister’s tits bouncing while Siddu fucks her, don’t you?”

I groaned, pulling her onto my lap. “You’re such a tease. But yeah, I want it. And I want to see you fucked by more guys, too. Vijay was just the start.”

Priti’s breath hitched, and I could feel her getting wet through her leggings. “More guys, huh? Like who?”

I grinned, my mind racing. “Anyone. Everyone. The watchman, the college kid in the lift, hell, maybe even that uncle who was peeping from the balcony. I want you to be a slut for them, Priti. Let them see how fucking gorgeous you are.”

She moaned softly, grinding against me. “You’re so fucked up, Rudra. But… I kinda love it.”

We fucked right there on the couch, her riding me hard as I whispered filthy scenarios in her ear—her seducing strangers, flashing her tits to delivery guys, getting fucked in public. She came twice, her moans louder than ever, and I knew we were both hooked on this game.

The next morning, Priti woke up with a glint in her eye. She was already planning something, I could tell. As we sipped our coffee, she casually mentioned, “Vijay’s supposed to come back today, right? For the ‘sink repair’?”

I nodded, my pulse quickening. “Yeah. You ready for him?”

She smirked, standing up and heading to the bedroom. “Oh, I’m ready. But this time, I’m gonna make him work for it.”

An hour later, she emerged in an outfit that made my jaw drop. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, so thin you could see the outline of her black bra underneath, and a tight, knee-length skirt that hugged her curves. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, and she’d applied a bold red lipstick that screamed seduction. “What do you think?” she asked, twirling slowly.

“Jesus, Priti,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re gonna give him a fucking heart attack. Or make him cum in his pants.”

She laughed, adjusting her blouse to show just a hint more cleavage. “Good. Let’s see how much he can handle.”

I checked the cam feed on my laptop, making sure everything was set. “I’ll be in the bedroom, watching. Text me updates, and… push him, Priti. Tease him. Make him beg.”

She winked, blowing me a kiss. “Oh, I will.”

The doorbell rang at exactly 10:45 AM. I retreated to the bedroom, locking the door and pulling up the cam feed. Priti opened the door, and there was Vijay, looking sharper than before in a fitted black shirt and jeans. His eyes widened as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her chest.

“Madam,” he said, his voice low and hungry. “You’re making it hard to focus on any sink repair.”

Priti leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms to push her breasts up even more. “Who said anything about a sink, Vijay? You’re here for something else, aren’t you?”

He grinned, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “You know why I’m here, madam. You look like you’re ready to be milked again.”

Priti didn’t back down. She stepped closer, her voice teasing. “Maybe. But you’re gonna have to earn it this time. I’m not just gonna spread my legs for you.”

Vijay’s eyes darkened with lust. “Oh, I’ll earn it, madam. You’ll be begging for my cock again.”

She laughed, turning and walking toward the living room, her hips swaying deliberately. “We’ll see about that. Come on, let’s have a drink first.”

I watched, my cock already throbbing, as she poured two glasses of whiskey from the bar cart. Vijay raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her boldness. “Drinking in the morning, madam? You’re full of surprises.”

Priti handed him a glass, clinking hers against it. “You have no idea, Vijay.” She took a slow sip, letting a drop of whiskey roll down her chin and onto her chest. Vijay’s eyes followed it, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said, setting his glass down and stepping closer. His hands were on her waist, pulling her against him. “You want to play games, madam? I’m game.”

Priti tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Then play, Vijay. Show me what you’ve got.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips were on her neck, kissing and biting as his hands roamed her body. He tugged at her blouse, pulling it open to reveal her bra, and groaned. “No bra today would’ve been better, but this’ll do.” He unhooked her bra with one hand, letting it fall to the floor, and his mouth was on her breasts in an instant, sucking her nipples hard.

Priti moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Ohhh… Vijay… slow down…”

But he didn’t. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands sliding under her skirt to pull her thong down. “You don’t want slow, madam,” he growled, his fingers finding her pussy. “You’re already wet for me.”

She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. “Fuck… you’re so cocky…”

“And you love it,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her, pumping slowly. “Tell me you want my cock, madam.”

Priti bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed. “Not yet… you haven’t earned it.”

I was stroking myself now, my eyes glued to the screen. Priti was playing him like a pro, teasing him to the edge.

Vijay was practically growling now, his fingers moving faster. “Come on, madam, stop teasing. You know you want this.” He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick cock and stroking it in front of her.

Priti’s eyes widened, but she didn’t give in. Instead, she pushed him back, dropping to her knees. “You want me to suck this?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. “Then say ‘please,’ Vijay.”

He groaned, his hands in her hair. “Please, madam… suck my cock.”

She smiled, leaning forward and taking him in her mouth, slow and deliberate. Vijay’s head fell back, his moans filling the room. “Fuck… you’re so good… madam…”

Priti worked him expertly, her tongue swirling around his tip, her hands stroking his shaft. She pulled back, looking up at him. “You like that, Vijay? Want more?”

“Yes… fuck, yes…” he panted, his hips thrusting toward her mouth.

She stood up, pushing him toward the sofa. “Then sit down. I’m in charge today.”

Vijay obeyed, sitting back as Priti straddled him, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She rubbed her pussy against his cock, teasing him without letting him inside. “Beg for it, Vijay,” she said, her voice commanding. “Tell me how bad you want to fuck me.”

“Please, madam,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “I need to fuck you… please…”

Priti smirked, lowering herself just enough to let the tip of his cock brush her entrance. “Good boy,” she said, then slid down, taking him inside her with a loud moan. “Ohhh… fuck, you’re so thick…”

I was losing it, my hand moving faster as I watched her ride him. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her moans growing louder. Vijay was in heaven, his hands all over her, slapping her ass and squeezing her tits. “Fuck, madam… you’re so tight… so fucking good…”

Priti leaned forward, whispering in his ear. “You like fucking me, Vijay? You like my pussy?”

“Yes… fuck, yes…” he groaned, thrusting up to meet her.

Priti glanced at the camera, a wicked smile on her face, like she knew I was watching every second. She rode him harder, her moans turning into cries. “Ohhh… Vijay… fuck me… harder…”

He was close, his thrusts erratic. “Madam… I’m gonna cum…”

“Not inside,” Priti said firmly, sliding off him and dropping to her knees. She stroked his cock, aiming it at her chest. “Cum on me, Vijay.”

He groaned, his cock pulsing as he shot his load across her breasts, some of it hitting her chin. Priti moaned, rubbing it into her skin like it was a trophy. “Good boy,” she said, licking her lips.

Vijay collapsed back on the sofa, panting. “Fuck, madam… you’re something else.”

Priti stood up, grabbing her blouse and wiping herself off. “You’re not so bad yourself, Vijay. But don’t think this is a regular thing. You’ve gotta keep earning it.”

He grinned, pulling up his jeans. “Oh, I’ll be back, madam. You can count on that.”

As he left, Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, her skirt still hiked up, her blouse half-open. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “Did you like that, pervert?” she asked, her voice teasing.

I pulled her down, kissing her hard. “You’re fucking incredible, Priti. I want more.”

She laughed, grinding against me. “Oh, you’ll get more. But first, you’re gonna fuck me. I’m still horny.”

We fucked like animals, her pussy still wet from Vijay, her moans echoing in my ears. As I came inside her, my mind was already racing with the next step. Vijay was one thing, but I wanted to push her further—strangers, public places, maybe even Siddu and Nidhi together. And then there was the delivery guy’s friend, Ravi, and his bold promise to come back. The game was far from over.

Later that evening, as we lay in bed, Priti’s phone buzzed again. It was Siddu, this time with a video. My heart raced as she opened it—it was a short clip of Nidhi, sitting in a café, laughing at something Siddu said. The camera lingered on her cleavage, her tight top leaving little to the imagination. The message read: “Getting closer. She’s into me. You ready for that threesome yet?”

Priti looked at me, her eyes wide. “He’s really doing it, Rudra. He’s gonna fuck her.”

I grinned, pulling her close. “Good. Let’s make it happen. But first, let’s plan something… bolder.”

Priti raised an eyebrow. “Bolder? Like what?”

I leaned in, my voice low. “Tomorrow, when the next delivery comes, I want you to answer the door in nothing but a towel. Let whoever it is see you. Tease them. Maybe even flash them.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t say no. “You’re insane,” she whispered, but her smile told me she was in.

The next morning, we waited. Priti was nervous but excited, pacing the living room in her robe. When the doorbell rang, she looked at me, her eyes gleaming. “You sure about this?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, already pulling up the cam feed. “Go for it, slut.”

She dropped her robe, wrapping a small towel around her body, barely covering her breasts and ass. She opened the door, and there was a new delivery guy—not Vijay, but a younger guy, maybe in his mid-20s, with a scruffy beard and a surprised look on his face.

“Uh… package for Priti?” he stammered, his eyes glued to her barely covered body.

Priti smiled, leaning forward slightly, letting the towel slip just enough to show the tops of her breasts. “That’s me. Wanna come in and put it on the table?”

The guy’s jaw dropped, but he nodded, stepping inside. I watched, my cock throbbing, as Priti played her part to perfection, ready to take our game to a whole new level

[Kohsaitap]

The days after Priti’s steamy encounter with Vijay, and the so-called delivery guy, were charged with restless energy. The image of her standing at the door in that towel, was burned into my mind. Priti was stepping into her role as a seductress with a quiet confidence that hid her inner fire. Beneath her calm, orthodox exterior, she was a pure vixen, and I was hooked on watching her unleash it.

Priti and Nidhi, my sister, shared that same duality—prim and proper on the surface, but craving something wilder beneath. They weren’t the types to jump into a threesome overnight; their orthodox upbringings made them cautious, calculated, even as their desires simmered. I knew getting them together with Siddu would take time, so I focused on pushing their boundaries separately, letting the tension build.

That evening, as we relaxed in the living room, Priti’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Siddu’s at it again,” she said, showing me the screen. A new message with a video attachment and a caption: “Check this out, cow. Your sister-in-law’s getting bold.”


My pulse spiked as Priti hit play. The video was raw, shot from Siddu’s phone propped on his car dashboard. Nidhi sat in the passenger seat of his SUV, her hair slightly mussed, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and thrill. She wore a tight, low-cut red dress, the thin straps straining against her curves. One strap had slipped entirely off her shoulder, letting her left breast spill free, the dark areola stark against her skin as it swayed with her movements. The dress was so low that even the other breast was barely contained, the fabric clinging precariously, threatening to expose more. Siddu’s voice cut through, teasing and smug. “Come on, Nidhi, don’t act shy. You know you’re loving this.”
Nidhi’s laugh was shaky but tinged with excitement. “You’re such a bastard, Siddu.” Her hands moved to his jeans, unzipping them with a boldness that stunned me. The camera caught her pulling his cock free—hard, thick, pulsing. Her exposed breast jiggled as she leaned down, her lips wrapping around him, sucking slowly at first, then with a hungry rhythm. The way her tit hung out, bouncing slightly with each bob of her head, was mesmerizing—her orthodox facade shattered in that moment, her body betraying her desire. Siddu groaned, his hand guiding her hair. “Fuck, Nidhi… look at you, that tit out and everything… you’re a fucking natural.”
The video cut off after a minute, but the image of Nidhi’s breast fully exposed, swaying as she worked him, burned into my mind. Priti’s breath was ragged, her eyes wide. “Jesus, Rudra,” she whispered. “Her tit was just… out there. She didn’t even try to fix it.”
I nodded, my cock twitching. “She’s got that wild streak, just like you. Either she didn’t notice or she wanted it out. Fucking hot either way.”
Priti shook her head, a mix of awe and jealousy in her voice. “No way she knows he filmed it. She’d lose her shit. But… goddamn, that dress barely holding her together, her tit just hanging like that… it’s driving me crazy.”
I pulled her close, my hands tracing her curves. “Jealous she’s stealing the show, or is this making you wet?”
She smirked, her hand grazing my erection. “Both. I’m annoyed he’s got her acting like that, but fuck, seeing her tit out, sucking him like she’s starved… I want to top it.”
I grinned, my mind spinning with plans. “Good. I want Siddu to fuck you senseless, Priti. Then I want him to take Nidhi. Separately, for now. Let’s make them both beg for it.”
Priti moaned, pressing herself against me. “You’re such a dirty bastard. I’m in. I want him again, and I want every detail of Nidhi letting go.”
We fucked hard that night, Priti riding me with a ferocity fueled by the video—the image of Nidhi’s exposed breast, swaying as she sucked Siddu off, looping in our heads. As Priti came, her nails clawing into me, I pictured Siddu with each of them, their prim exteriors crumbling as they gave in to their deepest urges.


The next morning, Priti was buzzing with energy, texting Siddu to pry for details. His replies were smug, full of hints about his plans for both women. “He wants to meet tonight,” Priti said, showing me the chat. “Says he’s free and wants to ‘celebrate’ his win with Nidhi.”

I leaned back, my pulse racing. “Tell him I’m out of town again. Invite him over, Priti. Wear something that’ll make him lose his mind.”

She didn’t hesitate. By evening, she was ready, dressed in a tight, sleeveless red top that hugged her curves, her nipples poking through without a bra, and a short black skirt with a tiny thong underneath. Her makeup was bold—dark eyeliner, red lipstick, her hair cascading in waves. She looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

I checked the cams in the living room, ensuring every angle was covered, and retreated to the second room with my laptop. “Have fun, baby,” I said, kissing her deeply. “Make him work for it.”

Priti winked, her confidence radiating. “Oh, he will.”

The doorbell rang at 8 PM. The cam feed showed Siddu stepping inside, looking sharp in a fitted black shirt and jeans, his eyes widening at Priti’s outfit. “Fuck, Priti,” he said, his voice low. “You’re gonna make this hard for me, aren’t you?”

Priti leaned against the door, her breasts pressed forward. “Maybe. You think you deserve me after that stunt with Nidhi?”

Siddu grinned, stepping closer. “You loved that video, didn’t you? I can tell. You’re dying to have me.”

She tilted her head, her voice teasing. “Prove it, milkman. Tell me what happened with Nidhi. Every detail.”

Siddu’s hands found her waist, pulling her against him. “You want the dirt? Alright. We went for drinks, and she was all prim and proper at first. But after a couple of beers, she got flirty. Took her for a drive, parked near the airport, and… you saw what she did. She’s got a wild side, just like you.”

Priti’s breath hitched, her hands resting on his chest. “Did you fuck her?”

“Not yet,” Siddu said, his grin widening. “She’s playing coy, but she’s texting me flirty shit all the time. I’ll have her soon, Priti. And then I’ll have you both.”

Priti’s eyes gleamed, her orthodox mask slipping as her inner slut took over. “You’re so cocky, Siddu. Think you can handle me tonight?”

His hands slid to her ass, squeezing hard. “Oh, I’ll handle you, madam.”

Priti pushed him back, guiding him to the sofa. “Not so fast. You want me? Beg for it.”

Siddu raised an eyebrow, clearly loving the challenge. “Please, Priti… I need you. Been dreaming about your pussy all week.”

She straddled his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her thong. “That’s a start. Tell me what you’ll do to me.”

Siddu groaned, his hands gripping her thighs. “I’ll fuck you until you scream. Suck those perfect tits, eat you out until you’re begging, then fuck you in every way you want.”

Priti smirked, grinding against him slowly, letting him feel her heat. “Better. Keep going.”

She slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs and unbuttoning his jeans. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, and she stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You want my mouth, Siddu?”

“Please… fuck, Priti, suck it,” he groaned, his hips bucking.

She teased him, licking the tip slowly, making him squirm. “Say it again.”

“Please… suck my cock,” he begged, his voice desperate.

Priti took him deep, her mouth working him with skill, her moans vibrating against him. Siddu’s hands were in her hair, his groans filling the room. “Fuck… you’re so good…”

She sucked him for a few minutes, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his shaft and balls. Then she stood, slipping off her top and skirt, leaving just her thong. She pushed him back, climbing over him and straddling his face. “Eat me, Siddu,” she commanded, lowering her pussy onto his mouth.

Siddu dove in, his tongue lapping at her clit, making her moan loudly. “Ohhh… fuck, yes…” Priti’s hands gripped the sofa, her hips grinding against his face. “Just like that…”

I was stroking myself, the sight of her riding his face pushing me to the edge. Siddu’s hands were on her ass, pulling her closer, his tongue working her with precision. Priti’s moans grew louder, her body trembling. “Oh my god… Siddu… I’m gonna cum…”

She came hard, her cries echoing, her thighs shaking around his head. Siddu kept licking her through the orgasm until she collapsed forward, panting.

Priti slid off him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re good at that. Now fuck me.”

Siddu stood, pulling her to her feet and bending her over the sofa arm. He yanked her thong down, spreading her legs and rubbing his cock against her pussy. “You ready, Priti?”

“Yes… fuck me,” she moaned, pushing back against him.

He thrust into her, deep and hard, making her cry out. “Ohhh… fuck, Siddu… so good…”

Siddu fucked her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips, slapping her ass as he pounded her. Priti’s moans turned into screams, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder…”

He flipped her over, pulling her to the sofa’s edge and entering her in missionary. He fucked her hard, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back. “Fuck… Priti… you’re so tight…”

Priti’s body arched, her moans desperate. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna cum again…”

He rubbed her clit as he fucked her, pushing her over the edge. Priti screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm hit. Siddu groaned, pulling out and stroking himself. “Where do you want it?”

“On my face,” Priti said, dropping to her knees, her mouth open. Siddu came hard, his load splashing across her face and chest. She licked her lips, catching some of it, a satisfied smile on her face.

Siddu collapsed onto the sofa, panting. “Fuck, Priti… you’re unreal.”

She smirked, wiping herself off with her top. “You’re not bad, milkman. But you’ve got work to do with Nidhi.”

He grinned, catching his breath. “Oh, I’m on it. Give me a few days, and I’ll have her screaming my name too.”

As Siddu left, Priti locked the door and came to the second room, her body flushed and trembling. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “Enjoy that, pervert?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

I pulled her down, kissing her hard. “You’re fucking incredible, Priti. I want to see you do that again… and I want to see Nidhi with him next.”

She laughed, grinding against me. “Patience, Rudra. We’re getting there.”

---

A few days later, Siddu’s persistence with Nidhi paid off. Priti showed me a new message from him: *“Got her. Meet me tonight, and I’ll tell you everything.”*

That evening, Siddu came over while I was “out of town” again. Priti wore a simple but tight white dress, no bra, her curves on full display. I watched from the second room, the cam feed live on my laptop.

Siddu didn’t waste time, pulling Priti close as soon as the door closed. “You want to know about Nidhi?” he asked, his hands already on her ass.

Priti nodded, her voice teasing. “Every detail, milkman. Don’t leave anything out.”

He grinned, guiding her to the couch. “Took her out last night. She was all shy, acting like the perfect orthodox sister. But after a few drinks, she was all over me. Took her to my place, and… fuck, Priti, she’s wilder than I expected.”

Priti’s eyes gleamed, her hands unbuttoning his shirt. “What did she do?”

Siddu’s voice was rough with excitement. “She sucked my cock like she was starving for it. Then I bent her over my bed and fucked her hard. She kept begging for more, saying she hasn’t been fucked like that in years.”

Priti moaned, straddling his lap. “Fuck, that’s hot. Did you film it?”

Siddu shook his head. “Not this time. She’s too cautious. But I’ll get her to loosen up.”

Priti pulled his jeans down, his cock springing free. She stroked it slowly, her eyes locked on his. “You better. But right now, you’re mine.”

She sank to her knees, taking him in her mouth, sucking him deep and slow. Siddu groaned, his hands in her hair. “Fuck, Priti… you’re better than her…”

Priti worked him with skill, her tongue swirling, her hands stroking his balls. Then she stood, slipping off her dress and revealing her naked body. She pushed him back, straddling him and guiding his cock inside her. “Fuck me, Siddu,” she moaned, riding him slowly at first, then faster.

Siddu gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her. “You’re so fucking tight… better than Nidhi…”

Priti’s moans filled the room, her breasts bouncing as she rode him. “Harder… fuck me like you fucked her…”

He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs and pounding her hard. Priti’s screams echoed, her body arching with each thrust. “Yes… Siddu… don’t stop…”

He rubbed her clit, pushing her toward another orgasm. Priti came hard, her body shaking, her cries deafening. Siddu pulled out, stroking himself and cumming across her stomach, groaning as he collapsed beside her.

As he caught his breath, Priti smirked. “Not bad, Siddu. But I’ve got to see you get Nidhi next time. I want to hear her scream in person.”

Siddu grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. “Deal. Give me a week, and I’ll make it happen.”

[Kohsaitap]

The next morning, Priti was glowing, her orthodox facade back in place as she sipped coffee in the kitchen, dressed in a simple kurti that hugged her curves just enough to keep my mind on last night’s show. But I could see the fire in her eyes, the way her lips curled slightly when she caught me staring. She knew we were in deep, and she was loving every second of it.

“Siddu’s good, Rudra,” she said, her voice low, teasing. “He’s got that cocky charm, and he knows how to use it. But I want to see him with Nidhi. I want to watch her lose it, just like I did.”

I leaned against the counter, my cock twitching at the thought of Nidhi unraveling under Siddu’s touch, her prim exterior crumbling as she gave in. But there was something else burning in my chest, something I’d kept buried for years, and this morning, with the high of last night still coursing through me, I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Priti,” I said, setting my mug down and stepping closer to her. My voice was low, almost a growl, as I locked eyes with her. “Once Siddu gets you and Nidhi together, fucking you both like the sluts you’re becoming… I’m gonna take her myself.”

Priti’s eyes widened, her coffee mug pausing halfway to her lips. “What? Rudra, you mean… Nidhi? Your sister?”

I nodded, my jaw tight, the confession spilling out like a dam breaking. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking her, Priti. Mercilessly. Ever since we were younger, I’d catch glimpses of her—her curves, the way her hips swayed in those tight salwars, the way her blouse strained when she leaned over. I wanted to rip her clothes off and take her, make her scream my name while I pounded her into the bed.”

Priti’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing, but she didn’t look away. “Fuck, Rudra… that’s… intense. You really want to do that to her?”

I stepped closer, my hands gripping her waist, pulling her against me. “This morning, I woke up thinking about it. Picturing her on her knees, her tits spilling out of that red dress from Siddu’s video, begging me to fuck her. I want to bend her over, pull her hair, and fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. I want to see her orthodox mask shatter, see her give in to being my slut, just like you have.”

Priti’s eyes gleamed with a mix of shock and arousal. She set her mug down, her hands sliding up my chest. “You’re such a fucking pervert,” she whispered, but her voice was thick with desire. “You want to fuck your own sister like that? Watch her scream while you… destroy her?”

I groaned, my cock hardening against her. “Yes. And I want you there, Priti. I want you to watch me take her, maybe even join in. Imagine it—Siddu fucking you, me fucking Nidhi, all of us lost in it. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Priti moaned softly, her hips pressing against me. “God, you’re insane. But… yeah, I’d watch. I’d want to see her lose it, see you make her yours. And then I’d want you to fuck me even harder afterward.”

I kissed her hard, my hands sliding under her kurti, squeezing her breasts. “We’ll make it happen, Priti. Siddu’s gonna get Nidhi ready, break her down until she’s begging for it. And when he does, I’ll step in. I’ll fuck her until she can’t think straight, until she’s screaming for me. And you’ll be right there, loving every second.”

Priti’s breath was ragged, her body trembling against mine. “You’re gonna ruin us both, Rudra,” she said, but her smile was wicked, her eyes burning with excitement. “Let’s do it. Let Siddu work his magic on her, get her here. And maybe… maybe we bring Vijay back too. Make it a fucking party.”

My mind raced, the possibilities unfolding—Siddu fucking Nidhi, Priti taking on Vijay, and me finally claiming my sister in the most primal way. The game was escalating, and we were both ready to push it to the edge.

“Deal,” I said, pulling her toward the bedroom. “But first, I’m gonna fuck you senseless, imagining it’s Nidhi under me.”

Priti laughed, already unbuttoning my shirt. “You’re a sick bastard, Rudra. But I’m all in.”

As we fucked, my mind was consumed with the image of Nidhi—her exposed breast from the video, her body trembling as I took her mercilessly, her screams mixing with Priti’s moans. The game was far from over, and I was ready to make every twisted fantasy come true.

[Kohsaitap]

The days after my confession to Priti had melted into a whirlwind of simmering tension and unspoken promises. I'd laid it all bare—my twisted, long-buried desire for Nidhi, my own sister, a craving that had haunted me since our teenage years. Priti, my wife of five years, hadn't recoiled or judged; instead, her eyes had darkened with intrigue, and she'd pulled me into bed that night, her body grinding against mine as she murmured explicit scenarios involving Nidhi's curves, her innocence shattered under my touch. Our sex had never been more intense, fueled by those forbidden whispers, but it wasn't enough. I needed the real thing—the heat of Nidhi's skin, the gasp of her surrender, the ultimate taboo made flesh.

Siddu was the perfect, oblivious pawn in our scheme. He'd been chasing Nidhi for weeks, ever since her divorce left her isolated and aching for connection. From the snippets Priti had shared—overheard phone calls, vague texts—Siddu had already seduced her multiple times, drawing her out of her orthodox shell with stolen afternoons in motels and whispered promises. Nidhi, the devoted single mom raised in our conservative family, had resisted at first, but Siddu's persistence had worn her down. His messages to Priti were casual boasts: pictures of Nidhi's shy smiles, hints at her growing boldness in bed. But Priti played dumb, acting like she knew nothing of their affair, even as she fed me the details in private. Siddu had no idea I was in on anything; to him, this was just a thrilling conquest, perhaps with the added spice of Priti as a potential bonus.

That evening, Priti had orchestrated the setup flawlessly. She'd invited Siddu and Nidhi over for a "casual family dinner," claiming I was away on a last-minute work trip. I'd hidden in the guest room upstairs, my laptop open to the hidden cameras I'd installed discreetly around the house—living room, kitchen, bedroom—capturing every angle in crystal-clear feed. Priti had dressed modestly to match the innocent vibe, opting for a simple salwar kameez much like Nidhi's: a soft blue ensemble that hugged her figure subtly, the dupatta dbangd over her shoulders, concealing her curves without flaunting them. It was a far cry from her usual seductive attire, but it fit the role— the dutiful wife hosting friends while her husband was away.

"You ready for this?" Priti had whispered to me earlier, adjusting her dupatta in the mirror. Her eyes met mine in the reflection, a spark of mischief hidden beneath her composed exterior.

I nodded, my pulse already racing. "Act surprised if things heat up. Let Siddu lead, strip you both if he goes there. I'll watch and join when it's right. And remember—Siddu thinks I'm clueless."

She smirked, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Oh, I'll play the shocked wife. But once he starts... I might not hold back." Her hand brushed my crotch teasingly before she headed downstairs.

The doorbell rang at 7:30 PM, right on time. On the camera feed, Priti opened the door with a warm, welcoming smile. "Siddu, Nidhi! Come on in. Dinner's almost ready—nothing fancy, just some home-cooked curry and rice."

Siddu entered first, his casual polo shirt and jeans giving him that effortless charm. He hugged Priti a bit too lingeringly, his hand brushing her back. "Priti, you look great. Rudra's missing out, huh? Work trip again?"

"Yeah, last-minute thing," Priti replied breezily, stepping aside. Nidhi followed, dressed in a modest green salwar kameez that accentuated her full breasts and hips without being overt. Her dupatta was pinned neatly, and she carried a small box of sweets as a gesture. She hugged Priti tightly, her voice soft. "Thanks for inviting us. It's been a while since we've just... hung out."

They moved to the living room, settling on the L-shaped sofa. Priti served appetizers—crispy pakoras and chutney—before pouring glasses of vodka mixed with soda, keeping it light at first. "To relaxing evenings," she toasted, clinking glasses. Nidhi sipped hesitantly, her orthodox background making her wary of alcohol, but Siddu encouraged her with a grin, downing his own.

The conversation flowed easily at the start: Nidhi talking about her son's college achievements, Siddu sharing funny work stories, Priti laughing along as the perfect hostess. But as the vodka refills came—second round, then third—the mood shifted. Nidhi's cheeks flushed pink, her laughter freer, her posture loosening against the cushions. Siddu, sensing the opportunity, let his knee brush hers, then his hand rest casually on her thigh under the pretense of emphasizing a point.

Priti pretended not to notice at first, refilling glasses with a smile. "You two are always so animated together. It's cute." Her tone was innocent, but it egged Siddu on.

Nidhi giggled, the alcohol warming her from within, but she shot a shy glance at Priti. "Oh, it's nothing. Siddu's just... fun." Her words slurred slightly, and when Siddu's hand inched higher, tracing circles on her inner thigh through the salwar fabric, she tensed but didn't pull away. Shame flickered in her eyes—doing this in front of her brother's wife? It was mortifying. But the vodka dulled the edges, making her body respond with a subtle heat.

Siddu leaned closer, his voice dropping. "You know, Nidhi, you've been on my mind all day." He kissed her neck lightly, his hand slipping under her dupatta. Nidhi gasped, her eyes darting to Priti in embarrassment. "Siddu... not here. Priti's watching."

Priti raised an eyebrow, feigning mild surprise. "Oh, wow. You two are closer than I thought. But hey, don't stop on my account. Vodka's making everything more... interesting. Go on, it's kind of fun to watch."

Nidhi's face burned with shame, her orthodox instincts screaming at her to stop. She tried to push Siddu's hand away weakly. "No, this is awkward. Priti, I'm so sorry..." But the alcohol buzzed in her veins, turning resistance into a thrilling hesitation. Siddu didn't back off; instead, he captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring as his free hand untied her dupatta, letting it fall away.

Priti cheered lightly, her voice encouraging without pushing. "Aw, you guys look good together. Relax, Nidhi—life's too short not to enjoy. Keep going!"

The kiss deepened, Nidhi's protests melting into soft moans as the vodka took full effect. She clutched Siddu's shirt, her body surrendering despite the shame. Siddu's hands roamed boldly now, loosening the drawstring of her salwar and tugging it down her hips, exposing her smooth legs and simple cotton panties. Nidhi whimpered, covering her face briefly. "Siddu... please, not in front of her." But her hips lifted to help him, the alcohol overriding her modesty.

Emboldened by Priti's cheers, Siddu peeled off Nidhi's kameez next, revealing a plain white bra that cupped her ample breasts. Nidhi sat there in her underwear, trembling with embarrassment, tears pricking her eyes. "This is so wrong... Priti, don't look." But Priti just smiled supportively. "You're beautiful, Nidhi. Own it. Siddu, she's all yours—treat her right."

Siddu grinned, his arousal evident as he stood, pulling Nidhi to her feet. He unhooked her bra with practiced fingers, letting her heavy breasts spill free—full, with dark nipples hardening in the cool air. Nidhi gasped, arms crossing over her chest in a last-ditch effort at modesty, but Siddu gently pried them away, his lips latching onto one nipple, sucking gently. She moaned, her head falling back, shame giving way to pleasure.

Not stopping there, Siddu turned his attention to Priti, who sat watching with apparent fascination. "You know, Priti, you're looking pretty tense yourself. Why don't you join the fun? Rudra's not here—no harm, right?" He pulled her up by the hand, his other arm wrapping around her waist.

Priti hesitated for show, her eyes widening. "Siddu, what? I... I couldn't. Rudra..." But her protest was half-hearted, the plan unfolding as we'd discussed. Siddu kissed her then, bold and insistent, his tongue claiming her mouth. Priti melted into it after a moment, her hands on his chest.

Nidhi watched in stunned silence, her naked body forgotten for a second. Priti—her brother's loyal wife—was kissing Siddu? Cheating right here, in their home? The shock hit her harder than her own exposure; how could Priti surrender like that, betray Rudra so easily? Nidhi's mind reeled, but hypocrisy silenced her—she was standing there nude, her own affair on full display. The vodka blurred the lines, turning shock into a strange arousal as she watched them.

Siddu broke the kiss, his hands now on Priti's salwar ties. "Come on, Priti. Let's even the playing field." He tugged her salwar down, revealing her toned legs and matching cotton panties. Priti stepped out of them, her cheeks flushing as if embarrassed. "Siddu... this is crazy." But she didn't stop him as he lifted her kameez over her head, unhooking her bra to free her pert breasts.

Now both women stood nude except for their panties, Nidhi's shock deepening at Priti's easy surrender. "Priti... how can you? Rudra..." she whispered, but Priti just shrugged with a tipsy smile. "Shh, Nidhi. It's just tonight. No one has to know." Siddu hooked his fingers into both women's panties, sliding them down simultaneously—Nidhi's simple white pair and Priti's matching set—exposing their shaved pussies, already glistening.

Siddu stripped himself quickly, his thick cock springing free, hard and ready. He guided both women back to the sofa, positioning Nidhi on her back and Priti beside her. "Ladies, let's make this memorable." He started with Nidhi, spreading her legs wide and diving between them, his tongue lapping at her folds with slow, deliberate strokes. Nidhi moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, shame forgotten as pleasure surged. "Oh god, Siddu... yes..."

Priti watched, her fingers idly circling her own clit, cheering softly. "That's it, Nidhi. Let him make you feel good." Siddu's fingers joined his tongue, sliding two inside Nidhi's wetness, curling to hit her G-spot while he sucked her clit. Nidhi's body arched, breasts heaving, her first orgasm building fast. She cried out as it hit, her pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth.

Without missing a beat, Siddu moved to Priti, repeating the treatment—his tongue tracing her slit, fingers pumping inside her. Priti moaned loudly, her hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Fuck, Siddu... right there." Nidhi, still panting, watched in awe and lingering shock at Priti's abandon, her body responding by touching herself.

Siddu rose, his cock throbbing. He positioned himself between Nidhi's legs first, rubbing the tip against her entrance. "Ready, Nidhi?" She nodded, biting her lip, and he thrust in slowly, filling her inch by inch. Nidhi gasped, her walls stretching around him. He built a steady rhythm, thrusting deep and nice, his hands roaming her body—squeezing her breasts, thumbing her nipples. "You feel amazing," he groaned, leaning down to kiss her as he fucked her.

Nidhi wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts, her moans filling the room. "Harder, Siddu... please." He obliged, pounding her with controlled power, his balls slapping against her ass. Priti cheered from the side, "Yes, fuck her good!" Nidhi's second orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking as she screamed his name.

Siddu pulled out, slick with her juices, and turned to Priti. "Your turn." He flipped her onto all fours on the sofa, entering her from behind in one smooth thrust. Priti cried out, pushing back against him. He fucked her nicely—long, deep strokes that made her breasts swing, his hands gripping her hips. "God, Priti, so tight." He reached around to rub her clit, accelerating her pleasure. Priti moaned, her head dropping as she came hard, her pussy milking him.

But he wasn't done. Siddu switched back to Nidhi, laying her beside Priti and fucking her missionary while fingering Priti. Then he pulled Priti onto his lap, bouncing her on his cock while Nidhi watched, touching herself. The room echoed with their moans, bodies slick with sweat. Siddu alternated between them, stripping away any remaining inhibitions, fucking them thoroughly—missionary, doggy, cowgirl—each thrust nice and deliberate, drawing out orgasms until both women were quivering messes.

From my vantage point, the feed showed it all: Siddu claiming both my wife and sister, their nude bodies entwined, Priti's surrender shocking Nidhi even as she participated. It was time. I slipped downstairs quietly, heart pounding, and stepped into the living room mid-thrust—Siddu buried in Priti from behind, Nidhi spread-eagled beside them, fingering herself.

"Room for one more?" I announced, my voice steady.

Chaos erupted. Nidhi's eyes flew open, horror etching her face. The room froze in a tableau of shock and exposed desire as my words hung in the air: "Room for one more?" Siddu, still buried balls-deep in Priti from behind, yanked out abruptly, his cock glistening with her juices, his face a mask of pure panic. "Rudra? Shit, man, I thought you were gone! This... this isn't what it looks like!" He stumbled back, his erection wilting slightly under the weight of getting caught fucking my wife and my sister in our living room. Priti, on all fours with her ass still raised, turned her head, her eyes wide in feigned horror. "Rudra! Oh god, how... when did you get back?" But there was a flicker in her gaze—a knowing spark that Siddu missed, buried under his own guilt.

Nidhi, my beautiful sister, was the epicenter of the chaos. She lay spread-eagled on the sofa, her nude body slick with sweat and Siddu's earlier attentions, her heavy breasts heaving with ragged breaths. Her pussy, still puffy and wet from the thorough fucking Siddu had given her, clenched involuntarily at the sight of me. But her face—oh, that face—was a storm of mortification. "Rudra! No, no, no—this can't be happening!" She scrambled to sit up, her legs snapping shut as she grabbed a discarded dupatta to shield her breasts and crotch, tears welling in her wide eyes. "You're my brother! Get out! Please, just leave!" Her voice cracked, the orthodox upbringing we'd both been raised under crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Nidhi had always been the "good" one—the divorced mom who clung to family values, even as Siddu had slowly corrupted her over the past weeks. Now, exposed in front of me, her own flesh and blood, the shame was visceral.

I stood there, fully clothed in my shirt and pants, my cock already straining against the fabric from watching the feed upstairs. The cameras had captured every moment: Siddu stripping both women methodically, starting with Nidhi's salwar kameez, peeling away her modesty layer by layer until she was in her simple white bra and panties, then baring her completely. He'd done the same to Priti, his hands bold and unapologetic, turning my modest wife into a nude, willing participant. Then the fucking—nice and deliberate, alternating between them like they were his personal harem. Nidhi's moans as he licked her to orgasm, Priti's cries as he pounded her from behind. It had been torture to watch, but now it was my turn.

Ignoring Siddu's stammering apologies and Priti's half-hearted protests, I focused on Nidhi. She was the prize—the forbidden fruit I'd craved since we were teens, sneaking glances at her changing, fantasizing about her curves. I stepped closer, my voice calm but commanding, laced with the authority of years of pent-up lust. "Nidhi, look at me. Really look." She shook her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks, her body curled into a defensive ball on the sofa. But I knelt beside her, my hand reaching out slowly, gently prying the dupatta from her grip. She resisted at first, her fingers clutching it like a lifeline, but I persisted, my touch firm yet not forceful. "You've already crossed lines tonight, sis. With Siddu, with Priti. Why stop now?"

Her breath hitched, her eyes flicking to mine for a split second before darting away. "Because... because you're my brother, Rudra. This is incest—it's wrong, so wrong!" Her voice trembled, but I noticed how her thighs pressed together, not just in defense, but with a subtle friction, her body betraying the arousal still simmering from Siddu's attentions. I placed my hand on her knee, my palm warm against her skin, and she flinched—but didn't pull away. Step one: contact established.

"Good girls like you always say that," I murmured, my fingers tracing a slow circle on her knee, inching upward ever so slightly. Siddu hovered awkwardly nearby, his cock half-hard again despite the shock, glancing between us. Priti sat up, her nude body on display, watching with that hidden gleam—she knew the plan, but Nidhi's shock at her "surrender" earlier still lingered. Nidhi had whispered it during Siddu's fucking: "Priti... how can you just give in like that?" Seeing my wife, the loyal Priti, stripped and fucked without resistance had rocked Nidhi more than her own nudity.

My hand slid higher, to her thigh, squeezing gently. Nidhi gasped, her legs parting just a fraction before she clamped them shut again. "Rudra, stop... please." But her plea was weaker, her eyes now locked on my hand, watching it move. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. "You didn't stop Siddu when he stripped you, did you? When he licked your pussy until you came screaming. Why fight me, Nidhi? I'm family. I know what you need." My fingers brushed the inner seam of her thigh, teasing the heat radiating from her core. She whimpered, a soft, involuntary sound that sent blood rushing to my cock. Step two: arousal acknowledged.

Siddu finally found his voice, edging toward the door. "Look, Rudra, I'm sorry, man. I didn't know... I'll just go." But Priti grabbed his arm, pulling him back with a sultry smile. "Stay, Siddu. Rudra doesn't mind—do you, honey?" She winked at me subtly, playing her role. Siddu looked confused, but his cock twitched at the prospect, and he stayed, watching as I worked on Nidhi.

Nidhi's body trembled under my touch, her resistance cracking like thin ice. "I... I can't, Rudra. What about our family? Mom, Dad—they'd disown us." But as she spoke, my hand cupped her outer thigh, massaging the flesh, and her legs relaxed minutely, allowing me closer. I traced upward, my fingertips grazing the edge of her pussy lips, slick from earlier. She moaned—a quiet, defeated sound—and her hips shifted toward me. "See? Your body's already surrendering, sis. Wet for your brother." I dipped a finger along her slit, collecting her moisture, and she arched slightly, biting her lip to stifle a cry. Step three: physical submission.

Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes held a new spark—conflict melting into desire. "Rudra... it's so wrong, but... oh god." I withdrew my finger, bringing it to her lips. "Taste yourself, Nidhi. Taste how much you want this." She hesitated, her orthodox facade crumbling, then parted her lips, sucking my finger clean. The act was her first active surrender, her tongue swirling tentatively. Siddu groaned at the sight, stroking himself back to full hardness. Priti licked her lips, her hand sliding between her own legs.

"Good girl," I praised, my voice low and degrading. "Look at you, Nidhi—my prim and proper sister, sucking her own juices off her brother's finger like a slut. And Priti, my faithful wife, watching her husband corrupt his sister while she fingers her cheating cunt." Priti moaned at the words, but Nidhi flushed deeper, shame fueling her arousal. I stood, pulling Nidhi to her knees in front of me. She knelt shakily, her nude body on display—breasts hanging heavy, nipples erect, pussy glistening. "Now, strip me, sis. Show me how much you want your brother's cock."

Her hands trembled as she reached for my shirt buttons, undoing them one by one. "Rudra... I shouldn't..." But she continued, peeling the shirt off my shoulders, revealing my toned chest. Her fingers trailed down my abs, hesitant but curious, and I grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to my belt. "Faster, Nidhi. Don't pretend you haven't thought about this. I know you've peeked at me before, wondering what it would feel like." She unbuckled my belt, unzipping my pants, pulling them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free—thick, veined, harder than ever—bobbing in front of her face.

Nidhi stared, her breath quickening. "It's... so big." I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. "Suck it, sis. Worship your brother's cock like the family whore you are." She resisted for a moment, turning her head away, but I held firm. "Do it, Nidhi. Or I'll make you beg." Her lips parted, and she took the tip into her mouth, sucking tentatively at first. The warmth of her tongue sent jolts through me, and I groaned, thrusting gently. "That's it, you filthy slut. Suck your brother's dick while your lover watches. And Priti—my backstabbing wife—get over here and lick my balls."

Priti crawled over eagerly, her tongue lapping at my sack as Nidhi bobbed deeper, her surrender complete. Nidhi's technique improved with each pass—swirling her tongue, hollowing her cheeks—tears mixing with saliva as she gagged slightly. "Look at you two," I degraded, my voice rough. "Nidhi, my innocent sister, turned into a cocksucking whore. Priti, the devoted wife, tonguing her husband's balls after getting fucked by another man. You're both pathetic sluts, aren't you?" They moaned in unison, the words degrading them further, heightening the taboo.

I pulled Nidhi off my cock after a few minutes, her lips swollen and shiny. "Enough foreplay. Time to fuck you, sis." I pushed her back onto the sofa, spreading her legs wide. She whimpered, her pussy dripping in anticipation. "Rudra... please, be gentle." But I rubbed my tip against her entrance, teasing. "Gentle? For a sister who spreads her legs for strangers? No, Nidhi—you get it rough." I thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one go. She screamed, her walls clenching around me, her breasts bouncing wildly.

I pounded her mercilessly, each thrust deep and punishing. "Take it, you incestuous bitch. Feel your brother's cock stretching your dirty cunt." Nidhi's cries turned from pain to pleasure, her hips meeting mine. "Oh god, Rudra... yes, fuck me!" I slapped her breasts, watching them redden. "And Priti, watch how I claim my sister. You're next, you cheating whore—after Siddu's cum is still leaking from you."

Siddu, emboldened now, pulled Priti onto his lap, fucking her as they watched. The room filled with moans, slaps, and my degrading words: "Nidhi, you're nothing but a family fucktoy now. Priti, my slut wife, getting off on her husband's incest." Nidhi came first, her orgasm ripping through her, squirting around my cock. I followed, pulling out to cum on her tits, marking her.

But the night was far from over. I flipped Nidhi onto her stomach, entering her from behind while making her eat Priti's pussy. "Lick my wife's cheating hole, sis. Taste Siddu's load while I fuck you." Degrading them relentlessly, I orchestrated position after position: Nidhi riding me reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as I slapped it; Priti sixty-nining with Nidhi while Siddu and I took turns. Hours blurred into a haze of orgasms, sweat, and taboo ecstasy.

By dawn, Nidhi lay in my arms, her body spent, whispering, "Rudra... I surrender." Priti and Siddu collapsed nearby, the group forever changed. I'd claimed my sister, degraded them all, and the fantasies were just beginning.

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The morning after our explosive night, the air in our apartment hung heavy with the intoxicating blend of sweat, raw sex, and the lingering remnants of shattered taboos. Nidhi had slipped out at the crack of dawn, her voluptuous body still bearing the red imprints from my possessive hands and Siddu's relentless grip. She'd hastily thrown on her salwar kameez, the fabric clinging to her sweat-dampened skin as she whispered a tearful goodbye in the dim light of the hallway. "Rudra... what have we done?" her voice had trembled, a intoxicating mix of deep regret and the undeniable echo of lingering ecstasy that had coursed through her veins just hours before. But deep down, I knew she'd be back—not just in my thoughts, but soon enough, in my arms, her body yielding to me once more. Priti lay beside me in our king-sized bed, her nude form curled against mine like a contented kitten, a satisfied smile playing on her full lips even as she slept soundly. Siddu had crashed on the living room sofa, his muscular frame sprawled out, snoring softly with his cock still semi-hard, a testament to the marathon session that had left us all utterly spent. As the first rays of the sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the room, I felt a new hunger awaken within me—not just for Priti, but for the complete and utter domination of both women in my life. It was a primal urge, one that demanded more, always more.

I shook Priti awake gently at first, my hand sliding possessively between her smooth thighs to find her pussy still slick and swollen from the loads we'd pumped into her the night before. "Wake up, my little slut," I whispered huskily into her ear, my fingers teasing her sensitive clit with slow, deliberate circles that made her body arch instinctively. "Last night was just the beginning. I want Nidhi every single day from now on. And Siddu? Let him come whenever he wants—but only when I'm here. I want to watch him claim you right in front of me, to see every thrust, every moan."

Priti's eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep and renewed desire, a soft moan escaping her parted lips as I continued fingering her slowly, building the heat between her legs. "Mmm... you're insatiable, Rudra," she purred, her voice husky from the remnants of last night's cries. She ground her hips against my hand, her body already responding eagerly, her juices coating my fingers. "But yes... I loved seeing you take her, claiming your own sister like that. And Siddu fucking me while you watch? It makes me so fucking wet just thinking about it." Her words fueled my arousal, and we fucked quickly that morning, my thick cock plunging deep into her well-used pussy as I imagined Nidhi's desperate cries echoing in my ears once again. The bed creaked under our rhythm, Priti's breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, her nails digging into my back as she wrapped her legs around me.

Siddu stirred halfway through our session, his eyes cracking open from the sofa in the adjacent living room. He watched us with a lazy grin spreading across his face, his hand absently stroking his hardening cock as he took in the sight of me pounding Priti. Without a word, he rose and joined us, kneeling on the bed to take Priti's mouth while I continued thrusting into her from behind after flipping her onto all fours. Her moans were muffled around Siddu's shaft, her body rocking between us like a perfect vessel for our desires. It set the tone for what was to come: no more hiding, no more pretense. This was our new reality—raw, unfiltered, and utterly addictive. Siddu left shortly after, pulling on his clothes with a satisfied smirk and a promise to return soon, but only when I was around to witness it all. Priti headed to work with a noticeable spring in her step, her orthodox facade—complete with a conservative blouse and skirt—masking the fact that our combined cum was still dripping slowly down her thighs, a secret reminder of her double life.

That afternoon, I couldn't wait any longer. The hunger gnawed at me, driving me to action. I drove to Nidhi's place, my mind racing with vivid visions of her body—those heavy, pendulous breasts that begged to be squeezed, her tight pussy that had clenched around me so perfectly, the way she'd screamed in ecstasy when I claimed her as my own. She lived in a lavish apartment within an exclusive gated community on the city's upscale outskirts, a sprawling complex with manicured gardens, 24/7 security, and high-rise buildings that screamed luxury. Her unit was on the fifth floor, a spacious three-bedroom affair with modern furnishings, a state-of-the-art kitchen, and a private balcony overlooking the community park and neighboring towers. The downstairs area served as her home office for her boutique business consulting firm, while the upstairs held the living quarters where she raised her kids, who were thankfully at college most of the day.

I parked in the visitor's lot and took the elevator up, my heart pounding with anticipation. When I rang the bell, Nidhi opened the door, her face paling instantly at the sight of me. She was dressed in a simple house saree, the soft cotton fabric dbangd modestly over her ample chest, but I could see the outline of her curves beneath—the swell of her hips, the fullness of her thighs. "Rudra... what are you doing here?" she stammered, her voice a whisper of panic. "Last night was... a mistake. The vodka, Siddu... it can't happen again. Please, you have to leave."

I didn't hesitate. I pushed inside, closing the heavy oak door behind me with a firm click, the cool air-conditioned interior enveloping us. "A mistake?" I growled, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close, our bodies pressing together. "You came three times on your own brother's cock, Nidhi. Don't lie to yourself—or to me." My lips crashed against hers in a demanding kiss, my free hand roaming over her back, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin saree. She resisted for a brief moment, her hands pushing weakly at my chest, but then she melted into me, her tongue meeting mine in a desperate, hungry dance. I ripped her pallu away with one swift motion, exposing her blouse-clad breasts, my hands cupping them roughly, pinching her nipples through the fabric until they hardened into stiff peaks. "See? Your body's already begging for it. You can't deny this."

"Rudra, please... the kids could come home early from college," she whispered breathlessly, but her hips pressed forward against my growing erection, betraying her words. I didn't care about the risks; the thrill only heightened my desire. I lifted her saree, bunching the heavy fabric around her waist, and pushed her against the elegant hallway wall adorned with family photos. My fingers found the edge of her panties, shoving them aside as I thrust two digits into her already slick wetness. She gasped sharply, her head falling back against the wall with a thud, her long hair cascading down. "Oh god... no, we can't..." But her pussy clenched tightly around my fingers, her juices flowing freely as I pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside her.

I fucked her right there in the grand hallway, the marble floors cool beneath our feet. Dropping my pants, I freed my throbbing cock and entered her in one swift, powerful motion, lifting her slightly so her legs wrapped around my waist. The saree hiked up further, bunching indecently as I pounded into her against the wall, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the spacious apartment. "Take it, sis," I grunted, my voice low and commanding. "This is what you are now—my daily fucktoy. No more pretending you're the perfect, orthodox widow." Her moans filled the room, growing louder with each thrust, her heavy breasts bouncing free from her unhooked blouse as I tore it open. I sucked on her nipples hard, biting them just enough to elicit cries of pleasure-pain, her nails digging into my shoulders. She came quickly, her walls spasming around my cock in a vice-like grip, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over her. I followed soon after, filling her with my hot seed, groaning as I pumped every last drop deep inside her. "Every day, Nidhi," I panted, holding her there as she trembled. "I'll be here every day to ravage you like this."

She nodded weakly, her body sliding down the wall as I pulled out, a trail of our combined cum dripping from her swollen pussy onto the pristine floor. "Yes... brother," she whispered, her voice broken but laced with submission.

And so, the pattern began, a delicious routine of daily indulgence. The next day, I arrived at Nidhi's lavish apartment around noon, just after she'd wrapped up her morning business calls from her sleek home office downstairs. The gated community's security guard nodded at me knowingly as I entered—perhaps suspecting something, but discretion was part of the luxury here. Nidhi answered the door in a sheer nightie that clung to her curves, her hair tousled as if she'd been pacing in anticipation. "Rudra... I shouldn't, but... I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday," she admitted softly, her cheeks flushing. I silenced her with a deep, possessive kiss, my hands roaming over her body as I led her straight to the modern kitchen with its granite countertops and high-end appliances.

Without a word, I bent her over the counter, flipping up the nightie to expose her bare ass and pussy. She gasped as the cool marble pressed against her breasts, her nipples hardening instantly. I dropped to my knees briefly, spreading her cheeks to lick her from behind, tasting her arousal mixed with the faint remnants of yesterday's encounter. "Imagine your kids walking in right now," I murmured against her skin, my tongue delving deeper. "Seeing their mom bent over like a common whore, getting fucked by her own brother." The taboo words made her moan louder, her body pushing back against my face eagerly. I stood, freeing my cock and entering her from behind in one smooth thrust, gripping her hips tightly as I set a brutal pace. The kitchen filled with the sounds of our flesh slapping, her cries echoing off the walls. I slapped her ass repeatedly, leaving red handprints on her fair skin, watching them bloom as she whimpered in delight. She came twice before I did—first from the relentless pounding, then again when I reached around to rub her clit furiously. Finally, I spilled inside her, pulling out to watch my cum leak out as she slumped over the counter, panting.

We ate lunch afterward in the dining area, Nidhi sitting gingerly on a cushioned stool, her nightie disheveled, my cum still dripping slowly from her pussy. She tried to maintain some semblance of her orthodox demeanor, chatting about her business, but her eyes kept drifting to my crotch, her body betraying her newfound addiction. The lavish apartment, with its floor-to-ceiling windows and designer furniture, felt like the perfect backdrop for our illicit affairs—private yet thrillingly exposed if one looked closely.

Day three escalated to the bedroom upstairs, a luxurious master suite with a massive four-poster bed, silk sheets, and ambient lighting that cast soft shadows. I arrived in the evening, after her kids had left for their after-college tuition classes. Nidhi was dressed in a traditional saree again, attempting to cling to some normalcy, her hair pinned up modestly. But I stripped her slowly, layer by layer, right on her marital bed—the same one she'd once shared with her ex-husband, now a symbol of her neglected desires. "This bed's seen too much loneliness, sis," I said, my voice dripping with dominance as I pushed her down onto the soft mattress. "Time to christen it properly with your brother's cock."

I tied her hands to the headboard using her own dupatta, the silk fabric binding her wrists securely. She squirmed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. "Rudra... what if someone hears?" But I ignored her, lowering my head to tease her pussy with my tongue, lapping at her folds slowly, building her arousal until she was begging incoherently. "Please... fuck me, brother... I need it." Only then did I enter her missionary-style, slow and deep, forcing her to look into my eyes as I degraded her with whispered words. "You're my incest slut now, Nidhi. Better than any wife could ever be. Your pussy was made for this—for me." Her body arched beneath me, her heavy breasts heaving as she came screaming, the orgasm ripping through her like a storm. I untied her only to flip her over, taking her doggy-style, pulling her hair back roughly until she admitted through gritted teeth, "Yes, brother... I'm yours completely. Use me however you want."

Meanwhile, back at our apartment, Siddu had taken my invitation to heart, but strictly on my terms—he only came when I was around, reveling in the cuckold dynamic of fucking Priti right in front of me. It was all about the pleasure of my watching, the thrill of seeing my wife claimed by another man while I observed, my own arousal building from the humiliation and excitement. That same evening, as Nidhi recovered in her bed, Siddu showed up unannounced at our door while Priti was preparing dinner in the kitchen. I was in the living room, lounging on the sofa with a book, when he knocked. Priti let him in, her eyes lighting up with that familiar spark of desire. "Siddu... Rudra's home," she said, glancing at me with a knowing smile.

Siddu grinned broadly, his eyes locking onto mine. "Hey, man. Mind if I borrow your wife for a bit? I love knowing you're watching every second of it." I shrugged casually, my cock already stirring in my pants at the prospect. "Go ahead. I like to watch—it's what makes it so fucking hot." That admission aroused Siddu even more; his bulge was evident as he pulled Priti to him right there in the kitchen, kissing her deeply and passionately in front of me. His hands roamed over her body, hiking up her skirt to finger her roughly while I watched from the doorway, my hand absently stroking myself through my jeans.

Priti moaned into his mouth, her body melting against him, glancing at me with a wink that said she was enjoying the performance as much as we were. Siddu wasted no time, bending her over the kitchen counter and thrusting into her from behind, her legs spreading wide as he claimed her. "Look at your wife, Rudra," he taunted, his voice thick with lust as he pounded her harder. "Moaning on my cock like a bitch in heat. She's loving every inch." It didn't bother me; if anything, it fueled my fantasies, seeing Priti devoured like that, her body surrendering completely to him while her eyes met mine, sharing the secret thrill of our twisted arrangement. Siddu came inside her with a guttural groan, pulling out slowly to let me see his thick cum dripping from her stretched pussy. "Your turn, if you want those sloppy seconds," he said with a smirk. I did, stepping forward to fuck her right after, the slick mixture of our loads making her pussy feel even more inviting, her moans intensifying as I reclaimed her.

This became our routine—Siddu visiting Priti two or three times a week, always when I was home to watch. Each session was in front of me: in the hall on the sofa, where he'd have her ride him reverse cowgirl so I could see her breasts bounce and her face contort in pleasure; in our bedroom, with me sitting in the armchair stroking myself as he took her in every position; even in the kitchen during dinner prep, bending her over the sink while the aroma of spices mixed with the scent of sex. His arousal spiked from the audience, his thrusts always harder, his dirty talk bolder each time. "Watch me own your wife, Rudra. Feel that? She's clenching around me because she knows you're seeing it all." Priti loved it too, her orgasms more intense as she played the submissive wife, but her eyes always locked onto mine, the connection between us unbreakable amid the chaos. It was exactly what I wanted: both women claimed, their bodies shared and showcased, my deepest goals manifesting in every moan, every thrust, every drop of cum.

But my fantasies with Nidhi were escalating beyond the private ravagings within her lavish apartment. Her balcony overlooked a neighboring tower in the gated community, where two bachelor brothers in their late 20s lived on an adjacent balcony just across the narrow gap between buildings. I'd noticed them peeking during one of my visits, their eyes hungry and wide as they caught fleeting glimpses of Nidhi through her floor-to-ceiling windows or during our more adventurous moments. The idea ignited something primal and exhibitionistic in me—showcasing her like a prize, turning her into a public spectacle while keeping my own identity hidden behind strategic positioning.

It started on day four. I arrived at Nidhi's in the evening, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the balcony with its comfortable lounge chairs and potted plants. She greeted me at the door in a silk robe that barely concealed her curves, her body already humming with anticipation from our daily routine. "Rudra... the kids are at a friend's house for a playdate. We have plenty of time," she said, her voice laced with eagerness as I kissed her deeply, my hands slipping inside the robe to fondle her breasts.

"Time for something new, sis," I growled, leading her outside to the balcony. The fresh air carried the scent of blooming flowers from the community gardens below. "Strip for me." Her eyes widened in shock, glancing around at the surrounding buildings. "Out here? Rudra, the neighbors... this is a gated community, but people can see!" But I untied her robe myself, letting it pool at her feet, revealing her completely nude body—her full, heavy breasts with dark nipples already perked, her curved hips leading to a neatly trimmed pussy still marked with faint bruises from our previous sessions. She shivered in the evening breeze, her arms crossing instinctively over her chest. "Rudra, no—the brothers next door, they've been glancing over before. They might see everything."

"That's exactly the point," I replied with a wicked grin, positioning a cushioned lounge chair so that my back faced the neighboring balcony, shielding my face from view. I sat down, pulling my pants down to free my erect cock, then guided Nidhi onto my lap in reverse cowgirl style, her front fully exposed to any potential watchers across the gap. "Ride me, Nidhi. Let them see what a complete slut you are—bouncing on your brother's cock like it's your only purpose."

She hesitated, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she glanced over her shoulder at the adjacent tower, where subtle shadows moved behind the curtains, hinting at curious eyes. "I can't... it's so humiliating, Rudra. What if they recognize me?" But my cock pressed insistently against her wet entrance, and with a defeated whimper, she lowered herself slowly onto me, gasping loudly as I filled her completely. "Oh god... Rudra... this is wrong..." I gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements, making her bounce up and down with deliberate force. Her heavy breasts jigged wildly with each thrust, her ass slapping against my thighs, her moans carrying on the evening breeze like a siren's call.

Sure enough, the brothers appeared one by one, first the elder peeking cautiously, then both pressing their faces to the glass doors of their balcony, their eyes wide with shock and arousal. They couldn't see my face—only Nidhi's naked form on full display, her tits flopping hypnotically, her expressions twisting in pure ecstasy as she rode me harder. "They're watching, sis," I whispered hotly into her ear, thrusting upward to meet her descents. "Show them what a whore you've become. Let them jerk off to the sight of you." Nidhi's initial shame transformed into something deeper, more intoxicating; her pussy clenched tighter

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"Show them what a whore you've become. Let them jerk off to the sight of you." Nidhi's initial shame transformed into something deeper, more intoxicating; her pussy clenched tighter around me, her bounces becoming more frantic and uninhibited. "No... oh fuck, Rudra... they're seeing everything... my breasts, my pussy..." But she didn't stop—in fact, the exposure seemed to heighten her pleasure, pushing her toward the edge. She came hard, her body shuddering violently as she screamed out her release, her juices soaking my lap while the brothers watched intently, one of them visibly stroking himself through his pants.

From that day onward, the balcony spectacle became a daily ritual, each evening building on the last in intensity and exposure. The brothers turned into eager regulars, sometimes even waving discreetly from their side, their arousal palpable across the divide. One particularly bold day, I made Nidhi face them directly, spreading her legs wide as I fucked her missionary on the lounge chair, her boobs splayed out invitingly, her pussy fully exposed and glistening as I thrust into her. "Wave to your fans, slut," I commanded between grunts, slapping her thigh for emphasis. Nidhi, her face flushed with a potent mix of shame and thrill, lifted a trembling hand weakly in their direction, her moans betraying how much the attention intoxicated her. "Hello... oh god, they're staring right at me..." The brothers responded with thumbs up, their grins wide as they openly masturbated, adding to the erotic charge.

The encounters began spilling beyond the balcony into the community's corridors and common areas. The brothers, emboldened by the nightly shows, started "accidentally" bumping into Nidhi during her daily errands around the gated complex—whether she was heading to the gym, picking up mail, or walking her kids to the playground. "Hey, Nidhi ma'am," the elder brother said one afternoon in the lobby, his eyes raking over her body clad in a fitted salwar kameez. "Saw you on the balcony last night—those incredible tits of yours bouncing like that? Damn, it's the highlight of our evenings. When do we get a turn to join the fun?" Nidhi flushed deeply, her saree suddenly feeling too thin against her skin, her nipples hardening traitorously under his hungry gaze. "Please... don't say that," she stammered, shifting uncomfortably. "It's private... you shouldn't have been watching." But deep down, a rush of shame and arousal flooded her, making her thighs clench together.

The younger brother was even bolder, cornering her in the elevator one morning as she headed down for a business meeting. "Ma'am, your bounces are hypnotic—bet your pussy feels amazing wrapped around a cock," he said with a sly grin, brushing his hand against her arm casually, his bulge obvious in his jeans. "Let us join next time? We could make it a real party." Nidhi pressed back against the elevator wall, her breath quickening, a familiar dampness forming between her legs despite her horror. "No... I can't. It's wrong, please stop," she whispered, but her body betrayed her, her cheeks burning as the doors finally opened and she hurried away. These encounters left her shaken yet inexplicably aroused, her shame fueling even wilder sessions with me later that day, her pussy wetter and more responsive than ever.

One elaborate evening, I decided to escalate the balcony play further. I blindfolded Nidhi with a silk scarf, tying her hands behind her back with soft ropes I'd brought, positioning her on all fours on the balcony floor. The cool tiles pressed against her knees as I fucked her doggy-style from behind, her ass and pussy fully exposed to the brothers' view. They watched from their side, cheering silently with raised fists, as I made her beg loudly for more. "Please, brother... fuck me harder! Use your slut sister!" Her words carried across the gap on the wind, her shame peaking as the exposure pushed her over the edge. She came explosively, squirting onto the balcony floor in a rare display, her body convulsing while the brothers masturbated openly, their cum splattering against their own glass doors in tribute.

Nidhi's dual feelings deepened with each passing day—ashamed at how she was now seen as the community's secret whore, yet utterly intoxicated by the thrill of it all. "Rudra... they see me as nothing but a slut now," she'd whisper post-orgasm, collapsing into my arms, but her pussy would clench at the mere thought, ready for more. The ravagings continued unabated: kitchen counters left slick with her juices, hallways echoing with the sharp slaps of skin on skin, bedrooms reeking of our incestuous passion. Siddu's visits to Priti grew more frequent and dominant, always with me as the eager audience, claiming her in ways that pushed our boundaries further.

But the exhibitionism wasn't limited to Nidhi. While she was being displayed to the neighbor brothers, Priti had her own unexpected spectacle one memorable day. It happened during one of Siddu's visits, a particularly intense session in our apartment's hall. I'd positioned myself on the armchair, watching as Siddu had Priti on the sofa, her legs spread wide as he thrust into her missionary-style, her moans filling the room like music. "Oh fuck, Siddu... harder! Rudra's watching—make me scream for him!" she cried, her body arching under him.

The milkman, a sturdy middle-aged man who usually left the bottles outside our door without a word, must have heard the commotion that day. Instead of his routine drop-off, he pushed the door open—perhaps thinking something was wrong—and walked right in, milk crates in hand. His eyes widened at the sight: Priti naked and writhing under Siddu, her breasts heaving, pussy stretched around his cock, while I sat nearby stroking myself. "What... what's going on here?" he stammered, frozen in place, his gaze locked on Priti's exposed body.

Siddu didn't stop, grinning over his shoulder. "Just enjoying the missus—care to watch, or join?" Priti, far from embarrassed, locked eyes with the milkman, her moans intensifying. "Don't stop... let him see," she gasped, the unexpected audience pushing her to a shattering orgasm. The milkman dropped the crates, his pants tenting as he stared, mumbling excuses before fleeing—but not before getting a full view. Later, Priti confessed the thrill had made her cum harder than ever, and the milkman started lingering longer during deliveries, his eyes hopeful for another show.

My goals were fully manifesting—both women devoured daily, their bodies mine to ravage and showcase. The ravagings, the spectacles, the shared pleasures—it was all endless, intoxicating, and only the beginning of even darker fantasies whispering in my mind: perhaps inviting the brothers over for Nidhi, or escalating Priti's exposures further. The game evolved, boundless and addictive.

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Things took quite some turn after those updates, al though half of the story is real which is mixed with half fantasy. Will you all be interested in an update for this story?