A True Indian Wife
My name is Hiral, I am 28 years old and a typical Indian wife. I am extremely loyal to my husband who is 30 years old. I am a chartered accountant working for one of the biggest firms in Mumbai. My husband is a lawyer with a chartered accountant degree and works for a law firm in Mumbai. Being an Indian wife I realize that my well-rounded figure, cute features, and short height make me still look like a college girl when my husband is fucking me. But these are not enough to satisfy my successful husband’s sexual appetite. I am aware that he fucks other women especially one my colleague. She is fair, tall and is a modern skirt wearing Christian female and 5 years younger to me. I try my best to attract my husband with my well-rounded ass. Bring a Gujarati my ass is the highlight of my figure. I also have nice Gujarati bhabhi boobs that look even bigger on my college girl like figure. I always wear tight trousers and jeans paired with a body-hugging shirt that compliment my bhabhi boobs and my well-rounded ass. That night I had come home from a hard day’s work and was toiling in the kitchen. I had just finished the dishes when he called. He always comes late so I make sure that my in-laws are well fed. My mother-in-law and father-in-law went off to sleep as it was pushing past 10. My brother-in-law was still sitting on the dining table next to the kitchen. I was wearing full-length leggings and a top, as my husband had instructed me to do whenever my brother-in-law was around. My husband wanted me to be the perfect bhabhi and make sure my brother-in-law gets a full view of my full figure. I hated my brother-in-law, I could feel his gaze on my body. Its been 2 years to our marriage and god knows how many times my brother-in-law has fucked me with his eyes. But as a devoted wife I make sure that I follow my husbands every instruction and order. Even if it means pleasing my brother-in-law who made sure that I knew he was looking and where his eyes were. My brother-in-law suddenly came next to me and reached for the rack where the spoons were. He was way taller than me. I could notice his eyes getting a full view of my boobs through my slightly deep neck top. I didn’t like this a bit but my husband loved displaying my hot body, be it his brother, to his friends or his boss. As my brother-in-law was soaking his eyes in my deep bulging cleavage my cell rang. I ran to pick it up. It was my husband. His heard his husky voice on the other side “What are you doing?” he said. “Just doing the dishes,” I uttered meekly. My brother-in-law was now eating his ice cream that he had taken out from the fridge and imagining pulling down his bhabhi’s leggings and eating my sweet ass. I tried to concentrate on my husband’s voice. “I will be home by 12. I need you to do something for me,” my husband said in his manly tone. “When I am about to reach, I will call you. You know what you have to do.” He had said firmly. I knew what I had to do. Once everyone was asleep and hopefully my brother-in-law too, my husband would ring me. I had to open the door and let him in and serve him dinner. The only problem was I had to do all this with only in my panties. I had to walk in the hall and the kitchen, naked. Exposing my 34″ sized boobs, my 30″ size slender waist and my 36″ round ass to open the door and serve food to my successful husband as my in-laws and brother-in-law slept in their rooms. I had to hope none of them woke up, especially my brother-in-law. I shivered at the thought of him seeing me naked running around my husband only in my panties. I was sitting in my room when my mobile rang. My leggings, top, and bra were lying on the floor near the door, just the way my husband liked it. I mustered all the courage I could and stepped out of my room. It was not the first time he was making me do this. But this was the first time my brother-in-law was also in the house. Normally my brother-in-law works night shifts. I moved towards the door in the dark making my way to the door. I quietly undid the latch and opened the door. My husband was standing in front of me. “What took you so long,” he said. His resentment of me was clear on his face. “I am sorry,” I said meekly. His sheer weight pushed me aside as he walked in. He sat on the sofa and put his leg on the coffee table. I bent down on my knees and removed his shoes. I was wearing his favorite pink silk pantie. I wonder if he noticed it. As I went to keep his shoes he pulled me grabbing my waist. “It seems you have started to enjoy roaming around the house naked at night while my family is asleep,” he grunted in my ear. “Hmm,” I moaned. He hadn’t touched me like this for weeks. Shivers ran down my spine. “Please babe someone will wake up,” I begged. “Let them wake up. I want to show them the true colors of their adharsh bahu,” he hissed. “Please baby, take me to our room, please,” I begged again. “Serve me food and be ready in the room” he commanded. I quickly served him his food and ran towards the room. I felt his hands in my hair as he pulled me back. “Why the fuck are you running?” he groaned. “Ahhh” it hurt as he shook and pulled me as he took me to the middle of the hall. “I am sorry babe… really sorry. I won’t…” I hadn’t finished when he landed a hard smack on my exposed butt cheeks, both of them. My ass was wiggling with the spanks and my boobs wiggled as he was manhandling me holding me by the hair. There I stood middle of the hall with my rich and successful husband treating me like his personal toy. But I know I am his forever and he can treat me the way he wants. “Now remove your panties and show me how a loyal and dedicated wife seduces her husband.” His voice was cold in my ears as he left my hair and pushed me forward. I collected myself and pulled my panties down. I wrapped it around my wrist.