I quickly pulled down my nightgown and looked upstairs. I looked at my husband, and he said, “The bond between Devar (brother-in-law) and Bhabhi (brother’s wife) is getting really close.” I was resting my head on his shoulder, that’s why. His hand was still in my pussy; he slowly pulled it out and said, “Yes, we are now friends.” And bhabhi is the closest to the devar in the sasural (in laws),” he added.
I said yes, and my husband came downstairs, and Sagar stood up and was giving his seat to my husband, but he said, “No, you sit there,” and my husband sat in front of us. Sagar sat in the same place again, but this time he didn’t put his arm around my neck; I was still keeping my head on his shoulder and watching TV.
Sagar got the hint that I had completed approval for him now, and he can take it a step further. He was now convinced that I was up for it.
I told my husband to act normal for a few days and stay with me; I wanted Sagar to get frustrated as well. I wanted him to fuck me as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time, and it’s better when he holds a grudge against my husband for staying with me all this time. It will add to his anger, and it will end up affecting my sexual needs.
So about 2 days went by, and I was looking at his face, which was getting frustrated whenever my husband sat in front of me. It was very clear, and he always gave some eye gestures to meet him in his room or somewhere, but I always declined for the time being.
On the third day after he fingered me, I saw his frustration: he was not answering like he used to, he was talking back, he was constantly angry, and his mood was all messed up. I knew it was the perfect time, so I called my husband from my phone, and he picked up and went out on the balcony.
We had 1 hour, and as soon as he closed the door of the balcony, he grabbed my hand and took me to his room. I was on the floor at that time sliding. He put me on the bed, jumped on it, and started to tear my clothes apart. It was so hot, and I had my phone in my hand, so my husband was listening.
I was laughing and saying to him, “Stop, it’s my favorite piece of cloth.” And he didn’t listen; I was naked inside as usual, so he started fingering me really hard. And then he took out his penis; it was about 9 inches big. I stood up and asked him, “How is that possible?” I also asked him, “How does he have such a big penis?” I stood up near the door and we talked; he said, “What do you mean?” I told him his brother has a very small penis, and he laughed. He said he’s not my real brother; we share the same mother, and that’s it.
I said “what?” It was a shock to me; my husband never told me this. What is this family drama, I asked him, and he said his real dad had an affair with his mom; that’s how he has a big penis, and my husband was from her mom’s husband. That’s why there are no similarities. I was in shock.
He said the same thing happened to his dad, and the same thing is happening to him now—both are getting fucked by the same blood. And he grabbed my hand and took me to bed again. I felt like my husband was going to come in after hearing this heartbreaking news, but no. I waited 10 minutes just waiting for him to come in and confront him, but still no.