Young Bride with Curvy ass

Shreya was a 28-year-old newlywed young bride. Her parents wanted a comfortable life for her. So they married her into a rich family. Her new home was as luxurious as she could imagine. But she lacked the freedom she enjoyed before marriage.

Her husband, Ravi, worked as an architect. Due to his demanding job, he spent weeks at the project site and rarely returned home. This meant Shreya was left in the house with her in-laws. Apart from them, there was also a middle-aged helper, Kishan, who stayed with the family.

Like any other bride, Shreya had sexual urges, but her husband’s obsession with work left her sexually unsatisfied. Her attractive physique caught everyone’s attention in the neighborhood. Even though she dressed conservatively while going out, her sari could not hide her curves.

After her marriage, many neighbors invited her family for dinner to get a chance to stare at her body. Everyone from the watchman to the shopkeepers used to check out her curvy ass when she would walk past them. She enjoyed the attention.

Deep down inside, it also made her sad as she longed for her husband to satisfy her. She eventually turned to masturbation to release the sexual tension in her body. Every afternoon after the elders went to sleep, she would lock herself inside her bathroom.

She would turn on the shower and rub herself while fantasizing about having hardcore sex. She hoped that due to the sound of the shower, no one would notice. But she was wrong.

Like many others, the family helper, Kishan, had been eyeing the new member of the family. But unlike the outsiders who had only seen Shreya dressed in a conservative sari, Kishan had seen her in much more revealing outfits. His favorite part of the day was when Shreya changed into her nightie before bed.

Not only did the nightie fail to cover her thighs, but it also gave a nice view of her juicy tits. Kishan would visit her room every night with the excuse of making her bed. In reality, all he wanted was to watch his mistress walk around in skimpy clothes.

Since Kishan had been living with the family for many years, Shreya didn’t mind his presence in her room at night. Shreya didn’t know the locality very well. Kishan used to accompany her to the market.

He noticed that although she pretended to dress like a conservative wife. She always enjoyed getting everyone’s attention. Her behavior made him suspect that she would eventually have an affair. No way a young bombshell like her would stay faithful to her husband, who was mostly absent.

In the afternoon, after finishing his work, he would often masturbate while fantasizing about Shreya having sex with her lover. On one such afternoon, his desires got better of him. He decided he would watch her sleeping mistress while masturbating.

He walked up to her room but was disappointed to find that her bed was empty and she was taking a shower. Dejected, he decided to try again later, but something caught his attention. He could hear a low moan coming from the bathroom.

It seemed like Shreya was hurt, so he called out her name, but no response came. He suspected the worst. Shreya must have slipped inside and lost consciousness. Thinking it was an emergency, he pushed the door open with force.

What he saw next surprised him. Shreya was lying on the floor with her legs apart and hand over her pussy. She was lost in the euphoria and hadn’t heard Kishan call out her name. Seeing him rush inside, she instinctively closed her legs and pulled them close to her body.

She tried covering her boobs with her arms, but they were too big for her skinny arms. She looked up at Kishan and saw him staring down at her wet body. Despite her best attempt, her boobs were spilling out of her arms. Seeing her in that state, Kishan couldn’t take his eyes off her.

They stared at each other in uncomfortable silence. Kishan finally spoke, “I am sorry, madam, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I heard you moaning, and I thought you had hurt yourself.”

Saying this, he turned back and walked out, leaving Shreya alone on the floor. She was embarrassed that Kishan had seen her in such a compromising position. What if he tells this to someone else? What if he tells this to her in-laws? A million things were running through her mind.

She eventually gathered herself and started looking for something to cover her body. She realized she had left her clothes on her bed. So she stepped out of the bathroom. She found that Kishan was still standing there with a towel in his hand, to her surprise.

Before Shreya could say anything, he came close to her and covered her upper body with the towel. While placing the towel, she could feel his fingers touch against her bare skin. Shreya was conscious that she was still naked below her waist.

Only her hand covered her pussy. Rest everything was visible to Kishan. She tried to break the uncomfortable silence.

Shreya: It’s not like it looks Kishan bhaiya. I was just washing down there.

Kishan held her by her shoulders.

Kishan: You don’t have to be ashamed, madam. What you were doing is a perfectly natural thing.

Shreya blushed. Her flimsy excuse was not enough. She stared at the floor in embarrassment.

Kishan: I understand your situation, madam. A young woman like you has urges that require attention. Unfortunately, your husband doesn’t provide you with that. I am sorry for you.

Shreya was uncomfortable. She didn’t like that someone like Kishan talked with her about masturbation while she stood there half-naked. Kishan’s hands were still pressing down on her shoulders.

Shreya: I don’t know what to say, Kishan bhaiya. You weren’t supposed to see me like that. But now that you have, can you promise me you will keep it a secret?

Kishan: Of course, madam, why would I tell anyone else? I have served this family faithfully for years. I will continue to do so. Seeing you in such a helpless state is difficult for me. If you allow me, I can serve you to the best of my ability.

Shreya: I am grateful for your concern Kishan. But you can serve me well by keeping this a secret, especially from my in-laws.

Seeing her getting worried, Kishan realized that she was desperate.

Kishan: I’ll do that only if you promise to accept my help.

Shreya was apprehensive, was Kishan trying to blackmail her.

Shreya: I can’t sleep with you, Kishan bhaiya, if that’s what you want from me.

Kishan held her face with his palms and lifted it. She was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And here she was at his mercy.

Kishan: That’s not my intention, madam. I would never do that to a faithful wife like you. You have maintained your chastity despite your husband leaving you alone, and I admire that. I want to make life easier for you.

Shreya wasn’t sure where this was going. She looked cluelessly at Kishan, who was cupping her face with his palms.

Kishan: There are lot more things you can do other than rubbing yourself. But you need a man’s touch to feel those pleasures. As your servant, I feel it is my duty to provide you with that.

Shreya: It’s not your job to pleasure me, Kishan.

Kishan: No, madam, I can’t see you struggling like this. I see no other way than to inform your husband. If he finds out what you are going through, he will pay more attention.

Shreya panicked at hearing this. Her husband found out about this was the last thing she wanted.

Shreya: No, Kishan! I told you there is no need for that. I can handle it on my own. You don’t have to worry about it.

Kishan: I’ll leave it up to you, Shreyaji. I have already seen you naked. There is no harm in giving it a try. You can take your time to think over whether you want my help or not. Just don’t punish yourself for your husband’s fault.

Saying this, Kishan walked out of the room. He knew he had played his cards right. He left Shreya indecisive. On the surface, Kishan did make sense. It was her husband who had not been paying attention to her.

Why should she be the one suffering because of that? And how wrong can some touching be? It’s not like she was having sex with another man.

The rest of the day, she avoided eye contact with Kishan. She didn’t want to seem too eager for his offer. At night Kishan visited her room as usual to make her bed. Like every day, Shreya was wearing a nightie. But today, she wasn’t wearing a robe over that to cover herself in front of him.

She stayed quiet while he did his work, and after he was done, she sat on the corner on the bed with her legs on full display. Kishan already had an erection by now. “Why was she not wearing a robe?” he thought to himself. Although his work was done, his eyes were still glued to her legs.

As Kishan stared at her, she adjusted her legs, and he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy. He realized she wasn’t wearing any panties, and he hungrily looked up into her eyes.

Shreya was staring back at him. Kishan realized her intent and placed his hands on her thighs. Shreya shivered and held his hands, pretending to stop them. But Kishan knew she wanted it but didn’t want to show she was asking for it. He kept moving his hands up her legs until they reached underneath her nightie.

Shreya had started breathing heavily as Kishan pushed her nightie up to her waist and cupped her bare pussy. His other hand started moving upward to grab her breasts, but she stopped him.

Shreya: This is not for your enjoyment Kishan, remember. You promised you wanted to serve me, now is your chance.

Kishan was not going to argue. This was once in a lifetime opportunity he would get to feel up a rich lady. Right now, his goal was to give her pleasures that she had never experienced before. He parted her legs and pushed her back on the bed.

While looking straight into her eyes, he started eating her pussy. Shreya was overwhelmed by the sensation she felt. She closed her eyes and tried to savor the moment. “This is not cheating,” she kept telling herself. As long as there is no penetration, this should be fine.

The thought of penetration excited her even more. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. Meanwhile, Kishan covered her mouth with his hand as she started to moan. He saw her enjoying herself and decided to take another chance at feeling her breasts.

To his surprise, Shreya didn’t protest this time. She let him grope her boobs. This gave him more confidence. He started pinching her nipples from over her dress. This combination pushed Shreya into orgasm, and she pushed his face between her legs.

Kishan got up and wiped his face, covered in some hard-earned sweat. He knew he had done everything right. After today Shreya would be craving for his magic. He turned back, pleased with himself and walked out.

A day that started with him wanting to jerk off to her had ended with him first watching her naked and then eating her out. He went to bed knowing that all the rich men in the neighborhood would be jerking off in their bathrooms thinking about the woman he had just laid his hands on.

The next morning he woke up planning his next move. He knew his next opportunity might come that afternoon. After lunch, he waited for the elders to sleep and quietly slipped into Shreya’s room. Again he found that she was inside her bathroom taking a shower.

After he broke through the door yesterday, the door could not be locked. So he took his clothes off and pushed the door open. Shreya was rubbing soap on her body when she saw someone enter the bathroom. She was surprised to see Kishan walk in naked.

He was asking for her permission till a day ago. Today he was bold enough to pull his dick out in front of her while she was nude. Kishan just stood there watching the water running down her body. He gently massaged his dick with his hand while making eye contact with her.

Shreya was surprised at his boldness. She wanted to scold him, but the sight of his growing dick softened her response. She would have to use every ounce of her energy to control herself.

Shreya: I wasn’t doing anything, Kishan. I was taking a bath.

Kishan just smiled. It didn’t matter to him whether she was taking a shower or not. He was too horny to give up this opportunity when everyone else in the house was asleep. He came close to her and stood behind her back.

And there it was, the famous bubble butt that every man in the neighborhood had been fantasizing about. As Shreya was shivering under the cold water, her ass was swaying seductively. Kishan would have liked nothing more than to fuck her from behind in that position.

His hands instinctively grabbed her waist, and he pulled her closer to himself. His erect dick found the sweet spot between her butt cheeks, and he began grinding his dick on her ass. But Shreya, who had so far been quiet, was alerted by this.

Shreya: I can’t have sex with you, Kishan. That would be cheating, and I can’t do that to my husband.

Kishan: Don’t worry, madam, I would never do anything without your permission. I respect your choice. After all, you are a faithful wife.

Shreya: No penetration.

He kept grinding despite Shreya’s feeble protest. Precum was oozing from his dick, and it made it easier for his cock to slide between her buttcheeks.

Kishan (whispered in her ear): You need a man’s touch since your husband is away. There is no harm in a little skin-to-skin rubbing.

Shreya kept murmuring, “No penetration.” It was less of instruction to Kishan but rather a reminder not to cross the line. While her mouth weakly protested, her body was giving in. All the rubbing had made wet. She could feel the warmth of his cock pressed between her ass cheeks.

She was longing for such attention. She closed her eyes and arched her back. This gave Kishan the signal to go further. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her from behind. Pressed against her body, he realized how soft her ass was.

He tried to grope her breasts, but she covered them with her arms. So he did what he learned yesterday was the best way to weaken her defense. He slid one of his hands down over her clit and started rubbing it.

Shreya was in a trance as she was pleasured from the front and behind. Her grip loosened, and Kishan used that opportunity to cup her breasts. Unlike yesterday, there was no cloth in his way, and he could feel the soft skin of her tits.

He realized Shreya was getting close to her orgasm. So he increased the pace of grinding his dick on her ass. He wanted to cum with her because he knew she would not let him explore her body that easily once she came. Shreya felt the tension building inside her body.

She grabbed Kishan’s hand, rubbed her clit and pressed it even harder. Seeing she was asking for more, Kishan pinched her nipple, and they both climaxed at that moment. Kishan shot loads of cum on her back. He could feel his warm jizz sliding down her body.

Even after he climaxed, he kept rubbing his limp dick on her ass. He was acting like a hungry dog who didn’t know when to get his next meal. Shreya was too tired to protest. She was still gasping for breath. Kishan tried to make the most of this opportunity.

He stepped to her side bent down on his knees. He started licking the breast he had been holding for so long. Her nipples were hard after all the excitement she had just experienced. She tried pushing his face away from her tits, but this was a new experience for her. She was too tired to care, so she let him have his way.

Kishan hungrily sucked on her tits. There was no way he was going to let her go without fucking her brains out. But he had to find a way to convince her. He knew that once she was close to her orgasm, she was much more receptive to his incursions.

But he would have to take things slow. Otherwise, she might push him away. After sucking on her tits for a while, he stood up and cleaned his dick in the shower. Shreya had also gathered herself, and she stepped out of the bathroom before Kishan could try anything else.

Kishan realized he had broken too many boundaries on the same day. He would have to be more patient from now on. He decided not to visit her that night. He wanted her to get more desperate for her orgasm. He wanted her to beg him for more to have the upper hand in the relationship.

Then he could make her do things that she would normally not approve of. He started spacing out the days between his visits to her room, which worked. Shreya was edgier every time he visited her. She would dress seductively to catch his attention.

Every time he visited her, she offered herself to him and let him use her however he wanted. With this plan, Kishan began exploring different things on every visit. Anytime she protested, he would not visit her for the next few days.

He would have her kneel under the shower and place his dick between her juicy tits. She was new to all this, but she quickly learned how to give a boobjob. She would let him suck her tits or eat her pussy. Anything, as long as she could get an orgasm.

Their afternoon session was usually short. But they had much more time during the night when everyone was asleep. He would pull down the straps of her nightie to release her tits. In that semi-naked state, make her sit in his lap. Before going to bed, his dinner was her boobs.

While she was in his lap, his hands would roam freely over her body. The only rule she had was “No Penetration.” other than that. He could grab her ass, feel her pussy and even rub her asshole. But despite getting so much freedom from his mistress, Kishan was greedy for more.

He wanted to find a way to get past her last rule. He knew she wanted his cock, seeing the way she would grind her pussy over his dick. But she wanted to keep pretending that she was not cheating on her husband. Having full-fledged sex would break that illusion.

Right now, she could tell herself that letting Kishan rub her was no different than she was rubbing herself. All this drama made Kishan restless. He was so close yet so far. He had already pushed Shreya so far. He only needed to come up with some excuse to fuck the young bride.

One fateful night he had her lying on the bed with her face down. He was sitting on top of her ass while rubbing his cock between her butt cheeks that he had pressed together. And that’s when it struck him. The perfect excuse he needed to penetrate her was right there in front of him.

Kishan was getting increasingly frustrated over the last few weeks. Although he had managed to get Shreya into bed, she still resisted his attempts to penetrate her. Shreya was trying her best to enjoy without getting the tag of being a slut.

As the daughter-in-law of a rich family, she wasn’t supposed to let a cheap watchman fuck her. She was holding on to the last shred of her dignity. Kishan was trying every trick in the book to seduce her. But she did not give in.

Kishan would slide his raging hardon between her legs every day. But as much as it turned her on, she did not reveal her feelings. Kishan sensed that she wanted it too by noticing how wet she would get every time he would rub his cock over her pussy.

But she was looking for some excuse to reveal her slutty side. So Kishan came up with a cunning plan to push her over the edge. He knew that she wouldn’t let him enter her pussy because she couldn’t risk her getting pregnant. Since any sign of pregnancy in her husband’s absence would raise doubts.

But this didn’t rule out her ass. If he were to fuck her ass, there is no way anyone in the family would find that out. So he decided to put his plan into action the very next day. But he also knew that he had to be sneaky. If Shreya were to sense any mischief, she could end all his adventures.

That night he had Shreya lying on the bed as usual with her face down. That day he also decided to put a pillow under her belly so that her ass was sticking out. He sat over her ass, and while in that position, he started massaging her butt. He proceeded to spread her ass cheeks with his palm.

Then he started rubbing her asshole with his thumb. Shreya flinched as this was a new sensation for her. Seeing that she wasn’t resisting, Kishan soon turned the rubbing into poking. He spat on her butthole and lubricated it with his saliva.

After warming her up, he tried to slide in the tip of his thumb as gently as he could. Shreya gave no reaction. “She must not have felt the slight intrusion,” thought Kishan.

Kishan didn’t want to startle her, so he pulled his thumb out and again rubbed her hole. Shreya enjoyed all the attention her ass was receiving from his fingers. She began wiggling her ass in sync with his poking and tried to squeeze his thumb between her ass cheeks.

Kishan saw that she was vulnerable and pushed his thumb further in. This took Shreya by surprise, and she lept out of his grip. She turned back to look at him with surprise.

Shreya: What are you doing, Kishan? Haven’t I told you that I couldn’t cheat on my husband? But you always keep pushing for more.

Kishan: I was only trying to please you, Shreyaji. I understand that as a faithful wife, you can’t let me penetrate your pussy. But a woman’s virtue is not determined by her ass. There is no harm in having some foreplay with your butt. I saw how much you were enjoying it.

Shreya: You don’t understand, Kishan. Wouldn’t my husband find out if you poke my ass?

Kishan: Trust me, Shreyaji. Unmarried girls nowadays do anal sex all the time. They do it because their future husbands can never find out about that. They can only tell if a girl had vaginal sex or not by checking their hymen.

Shreya wasn’t fully convinced. But Kishan was in no mood of stopping. He could see that the fruit of his hard work was within reach. He pulled Shreya back and mounted her ass. He knew once she started enjoying this foreplay, there was no going back.

Without waiting for Shreya’s permission, he spread her ass apart and shoved his face in. He finger fucked her butthole while his tongue was busy tasting her pussy. This double strike was getting too much for Shreya to handle, and she started squirming. Seeing Shreya was in a trance, Kishan increased his pace.

Shreya let out a gasp. This was Shreya’s first time getting penetrated by Kishan. She was overwhelmed by his intensity. She was biting down hard on the pillow to avoid making any sound. Kishan could hear her whimpering sound as she neared her orgasm.

He was giving his best. He wanted to make this the best experience of her life. If she enjoys this, she will let him do this again. This intense fingering gave Shreya her first experience of squirting. She looked back, embarrassed at Kishan, who was sweating from all the work.

He knew he had hit the jackpot. Now she will be begging for more. Over the next few days, Kishan slowly began inserting 2 fingers up her ass. It was difficult at first, but soon her ass warmed up to that. His target was to soften up her ass for the final day when he would stick his cock up her ass.

That day, he sneakily replaced his fingers with his dick without Shreya noticing. He placed the mushroom head of his cock at the entrance of her ass hole and gave it a push. Shreya’s ass had been trained by now, and it gladly swallowed his dick without much resistance.

Kishan couldn’t quite believe his luck. His dick had finally inside Shreya, and she didn’t even know it. His dick was aching to push all the way, but he knew he had to be patient. He had to prevent Shreya from seeing what was happening behind her back, so he placed one hand on her neck.

Now he gently thrust his cock even further inside her. He waited in that position for a few moments. He couldn’t help but savor that moment. There was a sense of achievement at being able to ass-fuck a rich lady and that too his mistress. In his quest to fuck her pussy, he managed to get inside her ass.

This was his dream come true. He tightened his grip on her neck as he started pulling out, but his dick didn’t want to leave the comfort of her ass. So instead of pulling out completely, he stayed inside and started giving short thrusts.

Shreya: I love what you are doing with your fingers, Kishan. Why haven’t you tried it before?

Kishan (panting): Well, if you like it so much, we can do it every day.

Shreya whispering her approval to him made him even hornier. He gave the final few thrusts and pulled out. He couldn’t risk cumming inside her as that would alert her. He grabbed her waist and turned her over. Placing his dick above her pussy, he bent forward and started sucking on her nipple.

He was just about to cum when he pulled out. So after a few moments of grinding on her navel, he ejaculated. Even after the orgasm, he continued rubbing his limp dick on her belly.

Shreya had never seen him so passionate. She could feel the warmth of his cum on her belly. She had never allowed him to cum on her body before. But today, he didn’t ask for her permission. “He must have been hornier today,” she thought.

She tried pulling her nipple out of his mouth, but she couldn’t push his face away. He sucked on her tits like a child who hadn’t been fed in days. Kishan wanted to have a complete love-making experience. He didn’t want to quit so soon.

But seeing Shreya was getting restless, he finally got up and put on his clothes. He didn’t know how long he would be able to keep this secret. But no matter how long it would last, he would try to make the most of it. All this risk was worth it if he could get just one more opportunity to shove his dick inside her.

Over the next few days, Kishan realized that his plan was foolproof. As long as he could keep Shreya from turning around by holding her neck, there was no way she was going to find out what he was putting inside her.

The time he had spent finger fucking her ass had helped him gain Shreya’s trust. She was too busy enjoying herself instead of checking on him. But he also doubted that Shreya secretly knew that her ass was getting fucked every day.

She would always be suspiciously calm while he was inside her ass. And not even once tried to turn around and check on him. Pretending to be unaware allowed her to enjoy all the pleasures while still maintaining the facade of a faithful wife.

Kishan sensed the dilemma she was in and decided to take advantage of the situation. He no longer tried to hide what he was up to. He stopped holding her neck and started giving long hard thrusts up her ass. He wanted to see how far she would take her act of innocence.

But Shreya pretended not to notice anything. This gave him further confidence. He started grabbing her breasts from behind while ass fucking her. He wanted to give a clear signal that his fingers were not inside her.

But still, there was no reaction from Shreya. So he took the final step that he had always dreamt of and started cumming inside her. Shreya let him do that. After their daily session, she would avoid eye contact but pretended like she hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

Kishan was now free to grope her however he wanted. He had finally converted the faithful wife into his slut.

## Smut chat

The days after Kishan started treating Shreya like his personal slut passed in a haze of secret touches and hidden pleasures. Shreya kept up her act as the proper daughter-in-law, wearing her conservative saris during the day and chatting politely with her in-laws. But inside, her body burned with the fire Kishan had lit. She told herself it was all just harmless fun—no real cheating since nothing went into her pussy. That way, she could still feel like a faithful wife to Ravi. Kishan, on the other hand, knew he had her hooked. He watched her every move, waiting for the right moments to push her further.

The very next morning, after their intense anal session the night before, Shreya woke up feeling sore in her ass but strangely satisfied. She lay in bed for a while, her hand slipping under the sheets to touch her pussy. It was already wet just thinking about Kishan's thick cock sliding into her back hole. She rubbed her clit slowly, biting her lip to stay quiet, but the in-laws were downstairs having breakfast. Quickly, she stopped and got up to shower. As the water ran over her curvy body, she soaped her big tits and round ass, remembering how Kishan had groped them roughly. Her nipples hardened, and she pinched them, imagining his mouth sucking on them.

Kishan was in the kitchen, preparing tea for the family. He had cum twice last night after leaving Shreya's room—once jerking off to the memory of her tight ass gripping his cock, and again in the morning before dawn. His dick twitched in his pants as he thought about her pretending not to know. He decided to test her today. When he carried the tea tray to the dining area, he brushed against Shreya's arm on purpose as she passed him in the hallway. She glanced at him, her cheeks flushing, but said nothing. Later, while the in-laws were busy with their routines, Kishan knocked on her bedroom door softly.

"Memsaab, I need to clean the floor," he said in a normal voice, even though the floor didn't need cleaning. Shreya hesitated but opened the door a crack. She was still in her nightie, the thin fabric clinging to her sweaty skin from the humid morning. "Come in quickly," she whispered, stepping back. Kishan entered and locked the door behind him. Without a word, he pulled her close by the waist and kissed her neck. Shreya gasped but didn't push him away. His hands roamed under her nightie, squeezing her bare ass cheeks. "Kishan, not now... someone might hear," she murmured, but her body leaned into him.

He ignored her weak protest and lifted her nightie up to her waist, exposing her shaved pussy. It was glistening already. Kishan dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue licked her pussy lips eagerly, tasting her juices. Shreya grabbed his hair, her legs shaking as he sucked on her clit. "Oh god... lick it harder," she whispered, forgetting her dignity for a moment. Kishan obliged, thrusting his tongue inside her hole while fingering her asshole gently. She came fast, her pussy squirting a little onto his mouth. He lapped it up, then stood and wiped his face. "See, memsaab? Your body needs this," he said with a smirk. Shreya adjusted her nightie, avoiding his eyes. "Just... keep it secret. And remember, no full sex." Kishan nodded, but his mind was already planning more.

That afternoon, Shreya went to the market alone, but Kishan followed at a distance as usual. She wore a tight salwar kameez that hugged her curves, drawing stares from the shopkeepers. One of them, an old man, complimented her beauty while handing her vegetables. Shreya smiled shyly, but inside, she felt a thrill. Back home, she unpacked the groceries in the kitchen. The in-laws were napping, so it was quiet. Kishan came in, pretending to help. He stood behind her at the counter, pressing his hard cock against her ass through their clothes. "Memsaab, you looked so hot out there," he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding around to cup her tits over the kameez.

Shreya froze but didn't move away. "Kishan, stop... we're in the kitchen," she said softly. But her voice lacked conviction. He pinched her nipples through the fabric, making them poke out. Then, he pulled down the neckline of her kameez, exposing one breast. His mouth latched onto the nipple, sucking hard while his hand dipped into her salwar, fingers finding her wet pussy. Shreya gripped the counter, her knees buckling as he rubbed her clit in circles. "Please... finger me," she begged quietly. Kishan pushed two fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out while biting her nipple gently. She came with a muffled moan, her juices dripping down his hand. He pulled out his fingers and made her suck them clean, tasting her own cum. "Good girl," he said, zipping up and leaving her disheveled.

By evening, the tension built up again. During dinner, Shreya sat across from Kishan at the servants' side of the table, her foot accidentally—or maybe not—brushing his leg under the cloth. She pulled it back quickly, but Kishan smiled to himself. After the family retired, Shreya waited in her room, her heart pounding. She didn't lock the door. Sure enough, around midnight, Kishan slipped in. She was on the bed in just a thin petticoat and blouse, no bra or panties. "I couldn't sleep," she said, her voice trembling with need.

Kishan stripped off his shirt and lunged at her, pinning her down. He ripped open her blouse, her large tits bouncing free. He sucked one nipple while twisting the other, making her arch her back. "Your tits are so juicy, memsaab," he growled, slapping them lightly. Shreya moaned, her hands fumbling with his pants to free his thick cock. She stroked it, feeling it throb in her palm. But she stopped short of putting it in her mouth. Instead, she guided him to straddle her chest. Kishan understood and slid his cock between her tits, squeezing them around his shaft. He fucked her cleavage slowly at first, then faster, the head of his cock poking her chin.

"Suck the tip," he ordered. Shreya hesitated but opened her mouth, licking the precum off his cockhead as he thrust. It was her first time tasting him like this, and the salty flavor made her pussy clench. Kishan groaned and sped up, tit-fucking her until he was close. He pulled out and jerked off, shooting ropes of cum across her tits and neck. Shreya rubbed it into her skin, her fingers circling her nipples. "Now, turn over," Kishan said, his cock still semi-hard.

She obeyed, getting on all fours with her ass in the air. Kishan spread her cheeks and spat on her asshole. He rubbed his cock along her crack, teasing the hole. "You want it here again, don't you?" he asked. Shreya nodded into the pillow, whispering, "Yes... but only there." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until his balls rested against her pussy. The stretch burned at first, but soon pleasure took over. Kishan gripped her hips and started thrusting, his cock pounding her ass deep. Shreya pushed back, meeting his rhythm, her hand sneaking under to rub her clit.

They fucked like that for what felt like hours—him pulling her hair, slapping her ass cheeks red, calling her his dirty slut. She came twice, her body shaking, but pretended it was all a dream to keep her conscience clear. Finally, Kishan buried himself deep and filled her ass with hot cum, grunting loudly. He pulled out, watching it leak from her gaping hole. Shreya collapsed, exhausted, and he cleaned her up with a cloth before leaving. She lay there, touching the cum on her skin, wondering how much longer she could deny the full truth.

The following day brought more risks. Ravi called in the morning, saying he'd be away for another week. Shreya felt a pang of guilt but also relief—no interruption to her secret life. While hanging laundry in the backyard, Kishan cornered her behind the drying sheets. The in-laws were inside watching TV. He yanked up her sari from behind, exposing her bare ass. No panties, as usual now. His fingers plunged into her pussy, three at once, stretching her. "So wet already, memsaab," he chuckled. Shreya bit her lip, leaning against the wall as he finger-fucked her roughly. His thumb pressed into her asshole at the same time.

She came quickly, squirting onto the grass, her sari getting wet. Kishan unzipped and rubbed his cock against her pussy lips, the head nudging her entrance. "Just the tip?" he tempted. Shreya panicked. "No! You promised!" But her hips wiggled back, almost inviting it. He laughed softly and instead slid into her ass again, quick and hard. He fucked her standing up, one hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. It was over fast—he came inside her, then pulled out and made her lick his cock clean right there in the open air. Shreya did it, her tongue swirling around the shaft, tasting her ass and his cum mixed.

That night, things escalated. Shreya couldn't wait anymore. After the house went quiet, she snuck into Kishan's small room in the servants' quarters. It was risky—the in-laws' rooms were nearby—but the thrill made her bold. Kishan was surprised but pulled her onto his narrow bed. They kissed hungrily, tongues tangling, his hands everywhere. She stripped him naked, then herself, revealing her full naked body for the first time willingly. Her curvy figure glowed in the dim light—big tits with dark nipples, wide hips, and a trimmed pussy begging for attention.

Kishan laid her back and ate her out like a starving man. His tongue flicked her clit, then dove into her hole, while fingers twisted in her ass. Shreya writhed, pulling his head closer. "Don't stop... make me cum," she panted. He did, over and over, until she was a mess of sweat and juices. Then, she pushed him down and climbed on top, grinding her pussy along his cock without letting it enter. The friction drove them both wild. Kishan grabbed her ass, spreading it, and slipped a finger in to loosen her up.

"Ride my cock with your ass," he said. Shreya lifted up, positioning his tip at her back hole. She sank down slowly, taking him all in. The angle was new—deeper, fuller. She bounced on him, her tits jiggling, hands on his chest for balance. Kishan thrust up to meet her, his hands slapping her ass. "Fuck, your ass is so tight," he groaned. Shreya rode harder, rubbing her clit as she did. They came together, her pussy untouched but spasming, his cock pulsing cum deep inside her.

But as she dismounted, panting, Kishan rolled her over. His cock, still hard, pressed against her pussy. "One time, memsaab. Just to feel it," he whispered. Shreya's eyes widened. "No... I can't. Ravi..." But her legs parted slightly. Kishan rubbed the head along her slit, coating it in her wetness. He pushed just the tip in, stretching her entrance. Shreya gasped, her body betraying her as she clenched around it. "See? It feels good," he coaxed, inching deeper.

She moaned, torn between guilt and desire. "Only a little... pull out," she said weakly. Kishan thrust fully in, his cock filling her pussy completely. It was the first time, and it felt incredible—hot, wet, perfect. He fucked her slow at first, savoring the tightness, then faster, pounding her into the mattress. Shreya wrapped her legs around him, nails digging into his back. "Harder... fuck me," she cried, forgetting everything. He groped her tits, sucking her nipples as he slammed in.

They switched positions—her on top, riding his cock with wild abandon; then doggy style, him pulling her hair while slapping her ass; finally, missionary, where he could kiss her deeply. Shreya came three times, her pussy milking his cock each time. When he was ready, he pulled out and came on her belly, marking her as his. They lay tangled, breathing heavy. "This doesn't count... it was just once," Shreya whispered to herself. But Kishan knew it was the beginning of the end of her resistance.

Over the next couple of days, the full sex became routine. Mornings in the bathroom: Shreya sucking his cock under the shower, swallowing his cum before breakfast. Afternoons in the store room: Him bending her over boxes, fucking her pussy from behind while she bit a cloth to stay quiet. Nights in her room: Long sessions of every position, her begging for more. She still pretended ignorance during the day, but her eyes lingered on him, full of lust. Kishan groped her whenever he could—a quick tit squeeze in the hallway, fingers in her pussy while she cooked. Shreya's body was his playground, and slowly, her mind accepted it too. The neglected bride had become the servant's willing whore, all while upholding her facade for the family. 

#### Smut Chat 2

The in-laws had to attend a relative's wedding in a nearby town, which meant they would be away for two full days. Shreya's mother-in-law packed their bags the night before, reminding her to lock the doors and eat properly. Ravi called from his work site to say he couldn't come home yet but would check in often. Shreya nodded along, her voice steady on the phone, but inside, her stomach fluttered with a mix of nerves and excitement. Being alone with Kishan in the big house felt dangerous, like tempting fate. She told herself to behave, to keep things under control now that they had crossed the line into full sex. But deep down, she knew her body craved more.

Kishan helped load the car in the morning, his eyes locking with Shreya's as the in-laws waved goodbye from the driveway. The car pulled away, leaving the house quiet except for the distant hum of the city. Shreya watched from the window, her heart racing. She was still in her nightie, the thin cotton brushing her thighs, no bra to hold her heavy tits in place. Kishan came back inside, closing the door with a soft click. He turned to her, a slow smile spreading on his face. 'Just us now, memsaab,' he said, his voice low and rough. Shreya crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look stern. 'Behave yourself, Kishan. This is still my home.' But her nipples hardened under the fabric, betraying her.

They started the day normally enough. Shreya went to the kitchen to make breakfast, her sari draped loosely around her waist. Kishan followed, standing close as she chopped vegetables. His hand brushed her hip, then stayed there, fingers tracing the curve of her ass through the material. 'You look tense,' he murmured, pressing his body against her back. She felt his cock hardening against her, thick and insistent. 'Stop... we have to eat first,' she whispered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned back slightly, letting him grind slowly. His hands slid up to cup her tits, squeezing them firmly. Shreya bit her lip, her knife pausing mid-cut.

Kishan untied her sari blouse from behind, exposing her bare back. He pushed the fabric down, her tits spilling out. One hand pinched her nipple while the other dipped lower, under her petticoat to find her pussy. It was already slick with wetness. 'See? Your body wants me,' he said, sliding two fingers inside her. Shreya gripped the counter, her legs spreading a bit. He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit. She moaned softly, pushing back against his hand. 'Faster... oh, Kishan,' she gasped. He finger-fucked her harder until she came, her pussy clenching around him, juices dripping down her thighs. He pulled his fingers out and fed them to her mouth. Shreya sucked them clean, tasting herself, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

They ate breakfast quickly after that, Shreya's sari half-undone, her tits still out. Kishan watched her every bite, his cock tenting his pants. As she cleared the plates, he pulled her onto his lap at the table. 'Time for my breakfast,' he growled, burying his face in her cleavage. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other. Shreya arched her back, her hands in his hair. He switched sides, biting gently, making her whimper. Then, he lifted her petticoat and guided her to straddle him properly. She felt his cock through his pants, rubbing her pussy along it.

'Fuck me here,' she said, surprising herself with the boldness. Kishan unzipped fast, his thick cock springing free. Shreya lifted up and sank down, taking him deep into her pussy. It stretched her perfectly, filling the ache she'd felt since morning. She rode him slowly at first, her hips rolling, tits bouncing in his face. He grabbed her ass, helping her bounce faster. 'Your pussy is so wet for me, memsaab,' he grunted, thrusting up to meet her. Shreya moaned louder now, no one to hear. She came hard, her walls squeezing his cock, but he held back, flipping her onto the table.

He spread her legs wide and slammed back in, fucking her pussy with long, deep strokes. The table shook, plates rattling. Shreya's nails dug into his arms, her body jolting with each thrust. 'Harder... pound me,' she begged. Kishan did, his balls slapping her ass, one hand rubbing her clit. She came again, screaming his name. Only then did he pull out, stroking his cock until he shot cum all over her tits and stomach. Shreya rubbed it in, circling her nipples, feeling marked and owned.

The morning passed in a blur after that. Shreya showered, but Kishan joined her uninvited. Under the warm water, he soaped her body, his hands lingering on her curves. He washed her pussy thoroughly, fingers slipping inside to clean and tease. Shreya washed his cock in return, stroking it until it hardened again. She dropped to her knees, the water cascading over them, and took him in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling the tip. Kishan groaned, holding her head as she bobbed, sucking deeper. She gagged a little when he hit her throat but kept going, hollowing her cheeks. 'Suck my cock like a good slut,' he said. Shreya did, her hand pumping the base until he came, flooding her mouth with hot cum. She swallowed most, letting some drip down her chin.

Around noon, Shreya's phone rang. It was her mother-in-law, checking in from the wedding. Shreya answered, her voice calm as she sat on the couch in a fresh salwar kameez. 'Everything's fine, ma. The house is quiet without you all.' Kishan knelt between her legs, hidden by the low table. He pulled her salwar down silently, exposing her pussy. As she chatted about the weather, his tongue licked her folds, flicking her clit. Shreya's breath hitched, but she covered it with a cough. 'Yes, I ate lunch... Kishan helped with chores.' His mouth sucked her clit now, two fingers thrusting into her pussy. She gripped the phone tight, her free hand in his hair, trying not to moan. The call lasted five minutes; she came right as it ended, her juices on his face. Kishan stood, smirking, and kissed her deeply, making her taste herself.

The afternoon brought more freedom. They moved to the living room, where sunlight streamed through the windows. Shreya stripped naked, her curvy body on display—full tits, wide hips, shaved pussy glistening. Kishan undressed too, his muscular frame and thick cock ready. They started with her on the carpet, him eating her out while she sucked his balls. His tongue delved into her pussy, lapping her up, while she licked and sucked his sack, then his shaft. Soon, she was on all fours, and he entered her from behind, fucking her pussy doggy style. His hands slapped her ass cheeks, leaving red marks. 'Take my cock, memsaab,' he said, pulling her hair. Shreya pushed back, meeting his thrusts, her tits swinging.

They switched to the couch, her riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappear into her pussy. She bounced hard, grinding her clit against him. Kishan reached around to finger her asshole, adding to the sensation. Shreya came explosively, her body shaking. He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, and pounded deep. The angle hit her g-spot perfectly; she squirted a little, wetting the cushions. Finally, he pulled out and came on her face, ropes of cum landing on her lips and cheeks. Shreya licked it off, smiling up at him. 'You're turning me into such a dirty woman,' she said, but there was no regret in her voice.

As evening fell, Ravi called. Shreya was in the kitchen making dinner, naked under an apron Kishan had tied loosely. The phone buzzed on the counter. 'Hi, jaan. How's the house without everyone?' Ravi asked. Shreya stirred the curry, her voice sweet. 'It's peaceful. Kishan is helping a lot.' Right then, Kishan came up behind her, lifting the apron to slide his cock into her pussy from behind. He thrust slowly, quietly, while she talked. Each push made her words falter. 'Yes, I miss you too... everything's under control.' Kishan's hands gripped her hips, fucking deeper. Shreya braced against the stove, biting her lip to stay silent. Ravi rambled about work; she came quietly, her pussy pulsing around Kishan's cock. He kept going until the call ended, then sped up, filling her pussy with his cum. It leaked down her legs as she served dinner.

That night, with the house dark and silent, they went to Shreya's bedroom. No need to sneak anymore. She lit candles, the room glowing softly. They explored each other slowly at first—kissing deeply, tongues dancing, hands roaming. Kishan sucked her tits for long minutes, nibbling the nipples until they ached. Shreya stroked his cock, then took it in her mouth again, deepthroating as much as she could. He face-fucked her gently, then pulled out to lick her pussy while she lay spread-eagled.

They fucked in every position: missionary with eye contact, her legs wrapped around him as he thrust deep; spooning, his cock in her pussy while he played with her clit; her on top, riding until her thighs burned. He even took her ass this time, lubed with her own juices, pounding her back hole while fingering her pussy. Shreya came countless times, her body slick with sweat. 'Fuck my ass harder... yes, like that,' she moaned. Kishan obliged, slapping her cheeks, until he came inside her ass. They collapsed together, his cum leaking from both holes. Shreya curled against him, whispering, 'This feels right, even if it's wrong.'

The second day started with lazy morning sex. Shreya woke to Kishan's mouth on her pussy, his tongue waking her gently. She came with a yawn, then returned the favor, sucking his cock until he was hard. They fucked on the bed, slow and sensual, her pussy milking him until he filled her again. Breakfast was eaten naked at the table, his hand between her legs the whole time.

Mid-morning, the mother-in-law called again. Shreya was in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub. 'The wedding is beautiful, beta. You okay alone?' As she assured her everything was fine, Kishan entered, dropping to his knees. He spread her legs and licked her pussy while she held the phone. The risk made it intense; she came muffling into her hand. 'Yes, ma, Kishan is taking good care of things,' she said, her voice breathy.

The day unfolded with more indulgence. In the backyard, hidden by the high walls, Kishan bent her over a bench and fucked her pussy outdoors, the sun warming their skin. Birds chirped as he thrust, her moans mixing with the sounds. She sucked him off under the mango tree afterward, swallowing his load. Lunch was on the veranda—her grinding on his lap, cock buried in her ass while they fed each other.

Afternoon brought a call from Ravi. Shreya lounged on the couch, Kishan's head between her thighs. 'I love you, Shreya. Be safe.' She replied lovingly, but her hips bucked as Kishan sucked her clit. She came during the goodbye, hanging up just in time. Laughing, she pulled Kishan up and rode his cock wildly, tits in his face.

As the sun set on the second day, they showered together again, soaping and fingering until both came under the spray. Dinner was simple, but they ate with her on his lap, his cock inside her pussy the whole meal. He thrust occasionally, making her spill rice. That night, in bed, they had one last marathon session—oral, vaginal, anal, switching freely. Shreya begged for it all, her inhibitions gone. 'Cum in my pussy... fill me up,' she cried as he did, their bodies entwined.

The next morning, the in-laws returned, horns blaring outside. Shreya and Kishan dressed quickly, the house smelling faintly of sex despite the aired rooms. She greeted them with hugs, her body still tingling from the two days of freedom. Ravi called later, none the wiser. Shreya smiled to herself, knowing the secret burned brighter now. The house felt different—charged with their hidden passion. And as Kishan brushed past her in the kitchen, his hand grazing her ass, she knew it would only grow.

### Smut Chat 3

After those two wild days alone in the house, Shreya could not deny it anymore. Her body and mind belonged to Kishan. Every touch from him made her wet, every command made her obey without question. She had become his secret slave, his personal slut, ready for him to use whenever he wanted. In the quiet moments, she would touch herself thinking of his thick cock, but she stopped doing that too—Kishan told her her pussy was his now, and she agreed. He controlled her completely, even when others were around. No one knew, but Shreya felt his power in every glance, every brush of his hand.

The morning the in-laws returned, Shreya cleaned the house frantically, airing out the rooms that still smelled of sweat and cum. She wore a simple sari, tying it tight to hide the red marks on her neck from Kishan's bites. When the car pulled up, she greeted them with smiles and hugs, her voice steady. Ravi arrived that evening from his work site, tired but happy to see his wife. He pulled her into a hug in the living room, kissing her forehead. 'I missed you, jaan,' he said. Shreya hugged back, but her eyes flicked to Kishan in the corner, stacking boxes. Kishan nodded slightly, a silent reminder: no sex with Ravi without my say-so.

That first night with Ravi home, Shreya lay beside him in bed, her heart pounding. Ravi's hand slid under her nightie, cupping her breast gently. He kissed her neck, his touch familiar but soft, nothing like Kishan's rough grabs. 'Let's make love,' Ravi whispered, his fingers tracing her thigh. Shreya hesitated, her body tense. She wanted to please her husband, but Kishan's rule echoed in her head. She slipped out of bed, saying she needed water. In the dark hallway, she found Kishan waiting near the kitchen, his pants already bulging.

'Please, Kishan ji,' she whispered, dropping to her knees without being told. Her hands pulled down his zipper, freeing his hard cock. It stood thick and veiny, pre-cum already at the tip. Shreya opened her mouth wide and took him in, sucking eagerly. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she bobbed deeper, gagging as it hit her throat. Kishan gripped her hair, fucking her face slowly. 'Good slut,' he murmured. 'You want to fuck your husband? Beg me.' Shreya pulled off just enough to gasp, 'Please, let me have sex with Ravi tonight. I'll be your slave forever.' He thrust back in, using her mouth until he came, shooting hot cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop, then he nodded. 'Fine, but tomorrow, you deny him.' Shreya wiped her lips and returned to bed, her pussy aching but satisfied by his permission.

Ravi was gentle that night, sliding into her pussy missionary style under the covers. His strokes were slow, loving, but Shreya's mind wandered to Kishan. She faked her moans, coming only when she imagined Kishan's cock instead. Ravi finished quickly, rolling over to sleep. Shreya lay awake, fingering her clit quietly until she came for real, whispering Kishan's name in her head.

The next day, the house buzzed with family life. Shreya helped her mother-in-law in the kitchen, chopping onions while Ravi chatted with his father about work. Kishan swept the floor nearby, his eyes on Shreya's ass under the sari. When no one looked, he stepped behind her, pressing his cock against her through the fabric. 'Bend over,' he whispered. Shreya glanced around, then leaned forward slightly, pretending to reach for a pot. Kishan lifted her sari quick, pulling her panties aside. He spat on his fingers and rubbed her asshole, then pushed his cock in slowly. Shreya bit her lip hard, stifling a gasp as he filled her ass. He thrust shallow, quiet pumps while she stirred the dal. The risk made her pussy drip; she clenched around him, coming silently with a shiver.

Kishan pulled out and tucked himself away, leaving her ass leaking a bit of his pre-cum. 'Good girl,' he said softly, going back to sweeping. Shreya's legs wobbled as she served lunch, sitting next to Ravi. Under the table, Kishan's foot nudged her thigh, a reminder of his control. That afternoon, while Ravi napped, Kishan called her to the storeroom. 'Strip,' he ordered. Shreya obeyed, letting her sari fall, her naked body exposed—full tits heaving, pussy shaved smooth for him. He bent her over a sack of rice and fucked her pussy hard, his hands slapping her ass. 'You're my slut now, memsaab. Say it.' 'I'm your slut, Kishan ji,' she moaned, pushing back. He pounded deeper, one finger in her ass, making her scream into her arm. He came inside her pussy, plugging it with his fingers after. 'No cleaning up. Keep my cum in you all day.' Shreya dressed, feeling his seed slosh as she walked, a secret mark of ownership.

Evening brought more tension. Ravi wanted to try again, pulling her into the bedroom after dinner. The in-laws watched TV in the living room. 'Come on, Shreya, I need you,' Ravi said, unbuttoning her blouse. But Shreya shook her head, feigning a headache. 'Not tonight, jaan. I'm tired.' Ravi sighed, disappointed, but kissed her cheek and left her alone. As soon as he was gone, Shreya texted Kishan from under the blanket: * storeroom now*. She sneaked out, finding him waiting naked, cock hard. 'You denied him for me?' Kishan grinned. She nodded, dropping to all fours. He took her ass this time, lubing with spit, thrusting deep and rough. Shreya's tits swung, her moans muffled by his hand over her mouth. 'Yes, own me,' she gasped between thrusts. He flipped her onto her back on the floor, legs wide, and fucked her pussy next, alternating holes until she came twice, squirting on the mat. Kishan finished by tit-fucking her, shooting cum across her chest. She rubbed it into her skin, marking herself as his.

Ravi's two days passed like that—secret moments of submission for Shreya, stolen fucks with Kishan while pretending to be the perfect wife. She cooked, laughed with the family, but every free second, she served Kishan. He made her suck him off in the bathroom while she showered, or finger herself in the garden while he watched from the window. By the second night, Ravi tried once more, but Shreya pushed him away gently. 'Wait till you're back from the function,' she said, her voice sweet. Inside, she thrilled at disobeying for Kishan.

Then, the family announced their trip. Ravi and the in-laws were going to a function in their native village, three days away. 'You'll be okay with Kishan?' Ravi asked, packing his bag. Shreya smiled. 'Of course. He'll take care of everything.' Kishan loaded the car the next morning, his hand squeezing her ass goodbye in the shadows. The car drove off, leaving the house empty once more. Shreya locked the door, her nightie already slipping off her shoulders. 'I'm yours now, completely,' she said to Kishan, who stood in the hallway, stripping.

The first day alone started with breakfast in bed—for Kishan. Shreya brought him tea and toast on a tray, naked except for an apron. She fed him bites, then straddled his lap, grinding her wet pussy on his thigh. 'Use me, master,' she whispered, the word slipping out naturally. Kishan laughed, pulling her down onto his cock. She rode him slow, her tits in his face for him to suck and bite. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her faster until he filled her pussy with cum. They stayed like that, his cock softening inside her, as she kissed his chest.

Mid-morning, Ravi called to check in. Shreya answered on speaker, sitting on the couch with Kishan's head between her legs. 'Hi jaan, how's the drive?' she asked, her voice casual. Kishan's tongue licked her clit, dipping into her folds. She spread her legs wider, one hand holding the phone, the other pressing his face closer. 'Everything's fine here... Kishan is helping with the garden.' Ravi talked about the road; Shreya came hard, her thighs shaking, but she laughed it off as a yawn. 'Miss you,' she said, hanging up as Kishan sucked her clean.

They spent the afternoon exploring the house like it was theirs. In the master bedroom, Shreya oiled her body, making her skin shine. Kishan tied her wrists to the bedposts with her sari, then ate her pussy for what felt like hours. His tongue fucked her hole, teeth grazing her clit, fingers twisting her nipples. Shreya begged, 'Please, fuck your slave.' He entered her slowly, inch by inch, making her feel every vein. Then he pounded, the bed creaking loud. He untied her to flip her over, ass up, and took her from behind, slapping her cheeks red. 'Who owns this ass?' 'You do, Kishan ji!' She came screaming, her pussy gushing. He pulled out and came on her back, rubbing it in like lotion.

Lunch was naked on the veranda, Shreya sitting on his cock while they ate. She bounced gently, feeding him rice with her fingers. His hands played with her tits, pinching until milk-like beads formed—no, just sweat and oil. After, they moved to the kitchen. Kishan bent her over the counter, fucking her ass while she washed dishes. The soap suds mixed with her juices dripping down. He reached around to rub her clit, making her drop a plate. 'Clumsy slut,' he teased, thrusting harder. Shreya came with a cry, her ass clenching him tight. He stayed buried, filling her bowels with cum, then made her hold it in while she finished cleaning.

Evening brought another call from Ravi. Shreya was in the shower, water running hot. 'The function is going well, beta,' he said—no, Ravi. She soaped her tits, but Kishan joined, taking the phone. No, she held it while he soaped her ass, fingers probing. 'Yes, jaan, the house is peaceful,' she replied, voice steady as his cock slid into her pussy from behind. He fucked her slow under the spray, water splashing. Ravi asked about dinner; she gasped, covering as a moan. 'Kishan made something simple.' Kishan sped up, one hand on her throat lightly, the other rubbing her clit. She came biting her lip, hanging up mid-sentence with an excuse. Laughing, Kishan turned her and face-fucked her against the tiles, cum shooting into her open mouth.

Night fell, and they lit candles in the living room. Shreya danced for him, swaying her hips, touching herself as he watched from the chair, stroking his cock. She crawled to him, licking from balls to tip, then deepthroating until tears ran. 'Your mouth is perfect,' he groaned. He pulled her up to ride him, facing away, her ass grinding. Then forward, tits bouncing as she slammed down. They switched to the floor, her legs over his shoulders, deep penetration hitting her core. 'Cum in me, master,' she begged. He did, flooding her pussy. But he wasn't done—after a break, he took her ass again, slow and deep, while she fingered her pussy. Multiple orgasms left her limp, body marked with bites and handprints.

The second day dawned with Shreya waking Kishan by sucking his morning wood. She slurped loudly, balls in her hand, until he woke and came on her tongue. Breakfast involved her bent over the table, him eating her pussy while she tried to pour tea. Spills led to punishment—a spanking that made her ass glow, then fucking her right there, cum dripping onto the floor.

Around noon, the mother-in-law called. Shreya was in the backyard, naked on a blanket. 'Beta, enjoy the quiet.' Kishan lay beside her, cock in hand. As she chatted, he entered her pussy missionary, thrusting lazy. Her words broke into breaths; she covered with stories of chores. 'Kishan is so helpful.' He pinched her nipples, making her arch. She came quietly, pussy squeezing him, but he held off. The call ended; he pounded hard, cumming deep.

Afternoon freedom led to the garage. Shreya knelt on the car hood, ass up, as Kishan fucked her doggy. Tools clattered with each thrust. He pulled her hair, calling her his whore. She loved it, begging for more. Then, inside, on the stairs, she rode him upward, step by step, until they reached her room. There, he tied her spread-eagle and teased with feathers, then his tongue, building her to edge after edge before fucking both holes with toys he found— no, just his fingers and cock.

Ravi called again that evening. Shreya was cooking, apron only, Kishan's cock in her ass as she stirred. 'Almost home tomorrow,' he said. She nodded, thrusting back subtly. 'Can't wait.' Kishan gripped her hips, fucking quiet but firm. She came during the call, spilling sauce. Hanging up, she turned and dropped to suck him clean, tasting her ass on him.

Dinner was playful—Shreya on her knees under the table, blowing him while he ate. She gagged softly, saliva dripping, until he fed her cum like dessert. Night brought marathon sex in bed: oral chains, 69 with her on top, then every position—cowgirl, reverse, spooning anal, standing against the wall. Shreya's body quivered from endless orgasms, her voice hoarse from moans. 'I'm your slave forever,' she panted as he came in her mouth one last time.

The third day, they cleaned and prepared, but not without fun. Morning sex on the balcony, her pussy filled while birds sang. A quick call from Ravi had Kishan fingering her ass as she spoke. By afternoon, they lounged naked, watching TV with her head in his lap, sucking idly. As evening neared, Shreya dressed properly, but Kishan fucked her one more time in the hallway, cumming on her sari blouse. 'Remember who you belong to,' he said.

The family returned the next day, horns honking. Shreya greeted them, body still humming from the three days of total surrender. Ravi hugged her tight, none the wiser. But as Kishan carried bags inside, their eyes met—her secret smile promising more. She was his slut now, controlled in shadows, craving his use above all.