Departure of wife 😏
The aroma of buttered parathas enveloped the house as Ananya stepped into the kitchen, her feet padding across cool tile toward the warm gold light pooling through the windows. There, silhouetted against the morning sun, her Didi Divya stood at the counter—hands dusted with flour, rolling pin moving in practiced rhythm. Ananya drifted closer, pressing a soft kiss to her sister's cheek.
"Good morning, Didi," she murmured, her smile catching the light.
Divya smiled without looking up, her rolling pin never pausing. "Arre Ananya, tu toh jaldi ut gayi aaj."
Ananya stood behind Divya, curiosity eyeing parathas. "Yeah, Didi. I woke up early—strange, isn't it? When classes were running, I could never get up. Now that college is on break, my eyes just open at dawn."
Just then Yug, Divya's husband, sauntered into the kitchen, hands buried in his pockets. His gaze landed immediately on Ananya—on the thin cotton of her t-shirt clinging to her chest, on her bare thighs gleaming in the morning light beneath her shorts. He walked towards them positioning himself close behind Ananya as she leaned forward, watching Divya work the dough. When Ananya turned, the hard outline of him barely brushed against her backside—just enough to feel.
"Hi Jiju, good morning," she chirped, seemingly oblivious.
Yug's eyes lingered a moment too long. "Morning."
Divya turned, flour on her cheek. "Good morning, Yug ji. I made aloo parathas—the way you like." She smiled, innocent and warm.
Yug dragged his attention back to his wife. He stepped past Ananya, close enough that his arm brushed her shoulder, and pulled Divya in for a deep, lingering kiss.
His cock throbbed against the fabric of his trousers, aching with need, even as his mouth moved against his wife's lips. Ananya stood nearby, watching with those wide, innocent eyes—completely unaware of the filthy thoughts racing through his mind. To her, this was merely affection, nothing more. Once, when she had asked Divya why they were kissing like that, her sister had simply smiled and called it "a gesture of love." So Ananya watched, unbothered, while Yug's pulse hammered in his throat.
He broke the kiss slowly, his hand lingering on Divya's waist. "How long will you be gone?" he asked, his voice rougher than intended.
Divya's expression softened with worry. "I'm not sure, Yug ji. Father isn't well, and Mother can't manage alone. I'll stay until he's stable."
"Oh... be safe, darling." He cradled Divya's face in his palms, arranging his features into the mask of a worried husband while his pulse thundered at the thought of days alone with Ananya—days of opportunity.
Divya nodded, her eyes soft. She turned off the stove, the parathas stacked and steaming. "I need to shower. The train won't wait," she said, squeezing his hand before disappearing toward their room.
Yug kept his eyes on her until the bedroom door clicked shut. Then he turned.
Ananya stood at the counter, humming to herself as she reached for a plate, her shorts riding up just enough to expose the crease where her thigh met—
He moved behind her silently.
This time, when her ass bumped against his hardness, he rubbed it. He bit back a groan, imagining how she would look bent over this very counter, her shorts around her ankles, her innocent little gasps as he—
Not yet, he told himself, his jaw tight. Wait.
Ananya turned, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of him in front of her.
"Arre, brother-in-law, do you want parathas? I'll serve them," she said as she arranged the parathas on his plate.
Yug looked down at her chest shifting beneath her t-shirt. His cock throbbed in his pants, but he had to wait for their alone time. He sat at the dining table across from her, eating the parathas Divya had made.
Divya came out with her bags. Yug stood up and hugged her. "Safe journey, darling. Call me when you reach, okay?" he said, squeezing her ass.
Divya shifted at the pressure, growing wet from his touch. Yug noticed and smirked. "Mhmm, still wet, darling? Want me to milk that pussy again?" he asked, his other hand slipping to the waistband of her leggings.
His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, grazing her slick folds. Divya's eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching, her body arching into his touch—
Smack.
The sharp slap to her cunt made her cry out, eyes flying open.
"Go," Yug growled, his voice rough with withheld need. "Your train waits for no one." He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "But when you return, wife, I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name. Until you can't walk straight. Understood?"
Divya nodded, trembling, her face flushed as she climbed into the driver's seat. "Bye, Yug ji."
He watched until her car disappeared around the corner. Then he turned.
The kitchen was quiet except for the running water. Ananya stood at the sink, humming softly, her hips swaying as she scrubbed a plate—completely unaware that she was now alone with a man who had spent weeks imagining exactly how she'll be if she's on her knees.
Yug allowed himself one long, hungry look at the curve of her ass in those shorts. Then he forced himself toward the bathroom. Patience, he reminded his throbbing cock. The game begins after the shower.
