The rest of the wedding day just flew by in a blur. We said our vows, circled the fire, and everyone cheered. But my mind was spinning with thoughts of Arjun. Now he was really family—my brother-in-law. That made our secret even more forbidden, hotter than ever.

As night came and we went to the bridal suite, Vikram was all sweet and gentle. He kissed me softly, slid into me slow, but it was over too quick. His cock was average, nothing special, and he came fast without making me feel much. I lay there awake after, my pussy still wet and throbbing from the morning fuck with Arjun. I needed more, something rough and deep to satisfy the ache inside me.

Those first days as a new wife were full of boring duties—cooking, smiling at relatives, pretending to be the perfect bahu. But my skin glowed, and everyone noticed.

"Rekha, you look so radiant! Vikram must be taking good care of you", my mother-in-law said over breakfast, patting my hand. I forced a smile and nodded, but inside I laughed. It wasn't Vikram's doing. It was Arjun's thick cock that had me shining like this, his cum still leaking out of me from our sneaky sessions.

That very first morning after the wedding, dawn was just breaking. Vikram snored loudly beside me in bed, dead to the world. My pussy twitched with need, still sore but hungry for more. I couldn't wait any longer. I slipped out from under the sheets, my thin nightie sticking to my sweaty skin. My big tits bounced a little as I tiptoed down the stairs, heart pounding. :

"My brother won't be able to satisfy you. come to the garden shed. I will be waiting for you", Arjun had texted me late last night after the wedding was completed and I had reached to my groom room. I knew he'd be waiting, his hard dick ready to claim me again.

The garden was quiet, birds chirping softly. I pushed open the shed door, and there he was—Arjun, leaning against a workbench, shirt unbuttoned to show his ripped chest. His eyes lit up when he saw me, dark and hungry.

"Not satisfied with your hubby, huh, bhabhi?", he whispered, his voice low and teasing as he pulled me close. His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing hard through the fabric. I pressed against him, feeling his bulge poke my belly.

"God, no, Arjun. Vikram's dick is so small and quick. It barely touched me. I need you—your big, thick cock to stretch me out and make me cum for real"

He chuckled, that dirty sound that always made my clit throb.

"That's my slutty sister-in-law. Let me plow that married pussy hard, make you glow like the whore you are.", Without another word, he spun me around and bent me over the rough wooden bench. He yanked up my nightie, exposing my bare ass and dripping slit. Cool air hit my wet folds, and I shivered.

"Look at this juicy ass, Rekha. Still leaking from yesterday? Good—means you're always ready for me", His fingers parted my vertical lips, sliding through the slickness. I moaned, pushing back.

"Yes, Arjun! Finger me first—feel how wet I am for you. Vikram's cum is still in there, but I want yours mixed with it"

He plunged two thick fingers inside me, curling them right against my g-spot. I gasped, my walls clenching around him.

"Fuck, you're soaked, bhabhi. This tight cunt is begging for my dick", He pumped them fast, his thumb rubbing circles on my swollen clit. Juices ran down my thighs as he worked me.

"Tell me how much you hate your husband's soft fucks. Beg for my rough pounding", I gripped the bench, biting my lip to stay quiet.

"I hate it, Arjun! Vikram just pokes around and cums in seconds. But you... oh god, your fingers are already better. Deeper—make me squirt on your hand before you fuck me", He added a third finger, stretching me wide, and I bucked against him, my tits swaying under the nightie.

"That's it, you dirty newlywed. Cum for me quick—we don't have much time", His free hand slapped my ass cheek, the sting making me hotter. I felt the pressure build, my pussy fluttering.

"Yes! I'm cumming—fuck, Arjun", I whispered harshly, my body shaking as a small squirt gushed out, soaking his wrist. He pulled his fingers free and smeared my juices over my ass.

"Good girl. Now time for the main event", I heard his zipper, then felt the hot head of his cock nudge my entrance. He was huge, veiny, and rock-hard.

"Spread those legs wider, Rekha. I'm gonna slam into this unsatisfied hole and own it"

He thrust in with one brutal push, burying every inch deep inside me. I cried out, muffling it against my arm.

"Oh fuck, yes! It's so big—filling me up completely. Pound me hard, Arjun! Make my pussy yours again", His hands gripped my hips tight, nails digging in as he started rutting like an animal. Each slam made his balls slap against my clit, sending sparks through me. The bench creaked under us, but I didn't care if it broke.

"You like that, slut? Getting fucked in the shed while your husband sleeps? Your married cunt is gripping me so tight—milking my dick like it needs my cum to survive", I nodded wildly, pushing back to meet his thrusts.

"Yes, I love it! Deeper—ram that fat cock into me. Vikram could never hit this spot. Make me leak your seed all day, brother-in-law. I want to feel it drip while I serve breakfast"

He reached around, pinching my hard nipples through the nightie.

"These tits are mine too. Bounce for me while I destroy your hole", I arched my back, my breasts jiggling with every pound. Sweat dripped down my spine as he sped up, grunting low.

"Fuck, Rekha, you're so wet and hot. Gonna fill you up—mix my load with his pathetic one", The dirty talk pushed me over.

"Cum inside me now! Flood my pussy—make me your cumslut bhabhi", He roared softly, slamming deep one last time. Hot spurts shot into me, coating my walls. I clenched around him, cumming again, my juices mixing with his as they leaked out around his shaft.

He pulled out slowly, watching the creamy mess drip down my legs.

"Look at that—your pussy's overflowing. Clean up quick, or everyone will smell sex on you", I straightened, legs shaky, and kissed him hard.

"That was perfect. I need this every day, Arjun. Don't stop owning me."

We hurried back inside, me walking slow with his cum sloshing inside. At breakfast, I sat giggling, smiling as relatives praised my 'happy marriage.' If only they knew.

The day dragged on with chores. Relatives everywhere, chatting and eating. But Arjun and I couldn't keep our hands off each other. Later, in the kitchen, I was preparing lunch—chopping veggies, stirring the curry. The women were in the living room, gossiping. Arjun wandered in, casual as anything.

"Smells good in here, bhabhi", he said loudly for show, grabbing a spoon to taste. But under the counter, his hand slid up my under my saree from the front, fingers brushing my still-sensitive pussy under my panty. I froze, knife in hand, but my body betrayed me, getting wet instantly.

"Pretend I'm just smelling and tasting the food", he murmured, so low only I heard. His fingers plunged into my slit—two at once, no warning. I bit my lip hard, stirring the pot to keep steady.

"Arjun... oh god, not here", I whispered, but my hips rocked forward anyway. He pumped them fast, knuckles deep, his thumb pressing my clit.

"you are already wet. Naughty little bhabhi. Your pussy's still full of my cum from the shed", I nodded, eyes on the curry to not give us away. Voices drifted in from the next room—my mother-in-law laughing. The risk made me throb harder.

"Finger me deeper—stretch me out. Make me cum quietly, Arjun ji"

He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot over and over. My free hand gripped the counter edge.

"That's it, Rekha. Clench on my fingers like you do my cock. Imagine me bending you over this stove and fucking you raw while they eat", Juices trickled down my inner thigh, soaking my panties

"Yes! Right there—don't stop. I'm your slut, Arjun. Make me squirt into the curry if you have to", He added pressure on my clit, rubbing fast. My knees buckled as the orgasm hit, waves crashing through me. I stifled a moan, pretending to cough. My pussy spasmed, gushing a little onto his hand. He pulled out slow, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean right there.

"Mmm, bhabhi, what a delicious dish. Sweeter than the curry", He winked, grabbing a plate and leaving like nothing happened.

I leaned against the counter, panting, cum and juices leaking.

"Fuck, that was close", I muttered to myself. But it only made me hornier. The afternoon brought more heat. Out in the garden, I was hanging clothes on the line—saris and shirts flapping in the breeze. No one around; the relatives were napping inside. Perfect. Arjun appeared from behind the house, eyes locked on my ass as I bent to pick up a wet blouse.

"Quickie time, bhabhi. Get that married pussy ready" he growled, pulling me behind a thick bush. The leaves scratched my arms, but I didn't care.

I bent over eagerly, hiking up my saree to bare my ass and slit, sliding down my panty till my ankle.

"Yes, Arjun! Fuck me quick and hard—I've been leaking your cum all day", He unzipped fast, his cock springing free, still semi-hard from the kitchen tease. It slid into me easy, lubricated by my arousal and the morning's load.

"Fuck, this married hole is always ready. Squeeze me tight, Rekha—milk my dick like the slut you are", He grabbed my hips and started thrusting, deep and fast, the bush shaking with us. I moaned softly, cloth pegs digging into my palm as I held the line for balance.

"Pound me, brother-in-law! Your cock feels so good sliding in—deeper, make my ass jiggle"

He spanked me hard, the slap echoing a bit too loud. I froze, but he clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Quiet, bhabhi—don't want them hearing you beg for my cum", But I couldn't help it. His thrusts hit my cervix, balls smacking my clit.

"Mmmph—yes! Spank me again. Fuck this pussy like you own it. Vikram's asleep and I'm out here getting railed by his brother", The forbidden words made him go wilder, pounding relentlessly. Sweat beaded on my back, saree sticking.

"Your cunt's gripping my cock so hard—gonna make you squirt right here in the dirt", I nodded against his hand, my body tensing.

"Do it! Fill me up—let it drip down my legs while I finish the laundry"

He grunted, slamming deep. I felt him swell, then hot cum erupted inside me, mixing with the rest. The sensation triggered me—I squirted hard, juices spraying onto the ground, soaking my own feet.

"Take every drop, bhabhi. Walk around with my seed all afternoon", He pulled out, smearing the last bit on my ass cheek. I straightened, saree falling down, cum trickling warmly.

"God, Arjun, you're addictive. I need your cock every hour", He kissed my neck quick.

"You will, bhabhi. Our secret's just starting", I went back to hanging clothes, legs wobbly, a shy smile as I felt the wetness between my thighs.

My life had gone

There were times when we wouldn't get privacy to fuck around but evenings were our real playground. The house had this old locked gym room in the back—no one used it, full of dusty weights and bars. I'd sneak there after dinner, when everyone settled.

"I am going to the gym. Time for my exercise", I'd say casually, locking the door behind me. Arjun was always waiting, stripping down to show his muscled body. One evening, I had an idea.

"Squat for me, Arjun—but with me riding your cock" His eyes widened, then he grinned.

"Fuck yes, bhabhi. Use me like your personal fuck machine"

He positioned under the squat rack, cock standing straight up, thick and veiny. I stripped off my blouse and petticoat, leaving just my panties, which I shoved aside. Straddling him, I sank down slow, my pussy swallowing his length inch by inch.

"Ohhh, I can feel your cock till my womb. Your dick's so deep already", He gripped my ass, starting his squats—lowering until his thighs burned, then rising. Each drop pulled me down harder onto him, his cock spearing up. I bounced with the motion, my tits jiggling free.

"Ride me harder, Rekha. Clench that wet cunt around me—make me work for it", I leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, grinding my clit against his base.

"Yes! Every squat hits my g-spot—fuck, it's perfect. Pound up into me, brother-in-law. Make my juices soak your balls"

Sweat poured off us as he did rep after rep. My walls pulsed, squeezing him tight.

"Your pussy's dripping everywhere—leak on my thighs, slut", I reached down, rubbing my clit fast.

"I'm gonna cum—keep squatting! Fill me with your load on the last one.", He grunted through the burn, muscles flexing. On the final rise, he thrust up hard, and I exploded, squirting down his legs as my orgasm ripped through.

"Yes! I am cumming so hard—fuckkk....your cock's milking me dry", He followed, roaring as cum shot deep, overflowing around us. We collapsed on the mat, panting.

"Daily dose delivered, bhabhi. Your workout's making your cunt tighter", I laughed breathlessly.

"And hornier. Tomorrow, something new"

The next gym session, I craved more intensity. Arjun was doing pull-ups on the bar, his back muscles rippling, abs tight. I watched, fingering myself lightly under my saree.

"Pull up while fucking me, Arjun. I want gravity slamming me down on your dick.' He dropped down, cock hard and leaking pre-cum.

"Climb on, whore. Let's see how many reps you can take", I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist, guiding his tip to my entrance. He pulled up slow, and as he lifted, his cock drove deep inside me. Gravity pulled me down hard on the downswing, impaling me fully.

"Fuck, Rekha—your pussy's gripping like a vice. Drip on me with every pull", I moaned, holding his neck, my tits pressed to his chest.

"Yes! Stretch me wide—each lift pounds so deep. Harder pulls, make it hurt good", He grunted, muscles straining as he hauled us up, down, up, down. My juices ran down his shaft, slicking everything. Sweat flew off us.

"Squeeze those nipples for me—show me how slutty you are", I pinched them hard, twisting, the pain mixing with pleasure.

"Oh god, Arjun! Your cock's rubbing my walls raw—I'm leaking everywhere. Cum with me—flood this hanging pussy"

After ten reps, his arms shook, but he kept going, dropping us to the mat finally. He rutted wildly on the floor, pinning me down.

"squirt all over me, bhabhi", I arched up, exploding in a gush that soaked the mat.

"Yes! Filling me—hot cum deep", He spurted rope after rope, our bodies slick and spent.

"You're mine, Rekha. No matter what Vikram thinks"

"Always. These risks... they make me crave more", I kissed him, tasting salt.

Days blurred into a routine of stolen fucks. Weekend Mornings in the shed became our ritual—me bent over, him slamming in while the house slept.

"Wake-up call for your slutty hole" he'd say, spanking me red. , "Ram it harder—make me squirt before breakfast", I'd beg. Kitchen teases turned bolder; once, he fingered me to orgasm while I chopped onions, tears mixing with my moans.

"Cry for my fingers, bhabhi—cum like a good wife"

My mother-in-law thought the onion made me cry and scream— only if she knew.

Then there were garden quickies under the sun, my saree hiked, ass out, letting the birds hear my moan and plowing my pussy in an outdoor setting.

Gym nights escalated. One time, I rode him on the bench press, lowering weights while bouncing on his cock.

"Press up into me—feel my tits slap your face", He sucked my nipples hard, thrusting.

"Clench, Rekha—milk my load while I lift", We came together, cum dripping onto the bar. Another evening, against the wall, legs wrapped around him as he held me up.

"Wall-fuck me rough—pound until I scream", His arms burned, but he did, filling me as I squirted down his legs.

Nights alone in bed, Vikram snoring, I'd touch my sore pussy, fingers tracing the leaks of Arjun's cum.

"More risks tomorrow", I'd whisper to myself, dreaming of bathrooms, balconies, even the family car. Everyone saw my glow, my shy walks, and cooed over the 'perfect marriage.' But it was Arjun's dominance, his thick cock owning every hole, that kept me burning. Our secret taboo fire grew hotter, promising endless forbidden plowing.

I couldn't wait for the next day—and the next fuck.