Lone Bride Satisfies Every Cock in the House – Part 2

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The father-in-law was mounted on Payal, his heavy body pinning her to the bed. His spent cock, still insatiable, pounded her dripping pussy, as if his lust had no end. Payal’s breaths came in raggedQuack gasps, her body slick with sweat, the room thick with the musky scent of pussy juice and cum.

“Ugh… how long have you all been fucking me… at least let me go to the bathroom, babuji… I need to pee!” Payal moaned, her body jolting with each of his thrusts, her voice a mix of exhaustion and desperation.

“No need to go anywhere, bahu. We’ve got you,” the father-in-law panted, sweat gleaming on his forehead. He glanced at Rohit and barked, “Rohit, son, grab a bucket.”

Rohit slid off the bed, his naked body showing the strain of their marathon fuck session. He shuffled to the bathroom and returned with a blue plastic bathing bucket, placing it on the floor beside the bed. He shot Payal a sly grin.

Meanwhile, the father-in-law was railing Payal with relentless thrusts. Suddenly, his body tensed. He yanked his cock out, resting it on her swollen pussy lips, and collapsed onto her, clinging tightly. This time, only a few thick drops of cum dribbled out, smearing across her pussy. Payal gently stroked his hair, his breaths still heavy.

With effort, Payal eased his weight off her. She climbed over Neeraj, who was sprawled on the bed, and stepped down. Positioning herself over the bucket like it was a Western toilet, she squatted, legs spread, her pussy still glistening with juices.

Rohit stood close, steadying her to keep her from toppling. Payal’s need was urgent; as soon as she settled, a loud hiss filled the room as a stream of hot piss shot into the bucket, echoing off the walls. She closed her eyes, relief washing over her face.

Finished, Payal stood. Rohit immediately took her place, gripping his cock to pee. Payal noticed it was already stiffening again, making it hard for him to go. She burst out laughing.

“Dear brother-in-law, looks like your load didn’t fully spill. Come on, fuck me some more!” Payal teased, her voice dripping with mischief. She perched on the bed’s edge, leaning back on her elbows, and spread her thick thighs wide. Drops of piss glistened like pearls on her pussy.

Rohit eagerly dove between her legs, grabbing her waist chain for leverage. Without bothering to clean her, he slammed his cock into her wet pussy and started thrusting hard. Payal’s moans filled the room again, raw and unrestrained.

Neeraj and the father-in-law got up, taking turns pissing into the bucket. The father-in-law’s cock was still semi-hard, while Neeraj’s hung limp. Exhausted, they collapsed back onto the bed, drained from the relentless fucking.

Rohit pounded Payal for about six minutes, his breaths growing ragged. He felt the surge of cum rising. Pulling out, he jerked his cock over the bucket, unloading thick spurts of semen. His cock softened, and he finally managed to piss. Then, he climbed onto the bed, flopping beside Neeraj and the father-in-law.

Payal stood over the bucket again, legs spread. She pressed her slightly rounded belly, and a few drops of liquid trickled from her pussy, but nothing more. She wiped herself with a corner of the bedsheet and crawled onto the bed, nestling between the three men.

Soon, the father-in-law, Neeraj, and Rohit dozed off, the room heavy with the mingled stench of piss, pussy, and cum. Payal’s voice broke the silence, stirring them awake. She stood at the dressing table, combing her long black hair, her naked body still a vision of raw desire, though her eyes betrayed exhaustion.

“No lunch, huh? Come on, get up,” Payal said, her tone firm but playful.

“Just bring it here, bahu,” the father-in-law mumbled lazily, still sprawled on the bed.

“No way. Food’s at the dining table,” Payal shot back sharply. “Go on, I’m coming.”

The three men trudged to the drawing room, washed their hands at the sink, and sat at the dining table. Payal emerged from the kitchen with the meal Malti had prepped that morning. All four sat naked, eating as if this was their daily routine.

“Starving. Today was some serious work,” Neeraj said, sliding a finger into Payal’s pussy. He sniffed his fingers, then used the same hand to tear off a piece of roti and eat.

“Ugh, stop it, jeth ji. Just eat,” Payal said, feigning annoyance. She crossed her legs, hiding her pussy, and focused on her food.

Lunch stretched until 3 p.m., the air still thick with lingering lust.

“Man, this group fuck is something else. It’s like a drug,” the father-in-law said, lighting a cigarette post-meal. “One more round, what do you say?”

“Group fuck? Nice term, babuji,” Payal laughed. Then, with a mock pout, she added, “You guys won’t even let me nap this afternoon?”

“Sleep at night, Payal. Parag won’t tire you out like us,” Neeraj teased. Rohit and the father-in-law chuckled.

“Shut up! Don’t talk about him,” Payal said, blushing. She stood, gathering the dirty dishes.

“Come on, bhabhi, I’ll help,” Rohit offered, following her to the kitchen with the plates.

In the kitchen, they dumped the dishes in the sink. Payal splashed water from the basin to rinse her pussy, as if it were second nature. Back in the drawing room, she saw the father-in-law and Neeraj on the sofa, smoking.

“Not on the sofa. It’ll get filthy. You’ve already ruined the bed,” Payal scolded, suspecting they were planning to fuck her there.

“It won’t get dirty. Relax,” Neeraj said. He grabbed a bedsheet from the bed and, with the father-in-law’s help, draped it over the sofa, covering it completely. They sat side by side, smirking.

“There, bhabhi. Problem solved. No excuses today,” Rohit said, smacking Payal’s ass hard. She glared at him, then grinned and sauntered toward the sofa.

“Don’t torture your cocks so much. You’ll give yourselves a heart attack!” Payal teased, standing before the father-in-law and Neeraj, hands on her hips. Their cocks hung limp, but their eyes burned with hunger.

The father-in-law tossed his cigarette to the floor and yanked Payal by the waist, pulling her close. Her pussy was inches from his face. He buried his mouth between her thighs, kissing and licking her pussy while stroking his cock to get it hard. Payal moaned, her body responding instantly.

Rohit spotted Payal’s red panties on the floor, dropped when the bedsheet was pulled. He picked them up, sniffing them as he jerked off, his cock slowly stiffening.

“Don’t worry about our heart attacks, bahu. Just make sure you don’t get pregnant by all three of us!” Neeraj laughed, rubbing his cock to get it up.

“Rajesh, what’s this nonsense? Getting your brother’s wife pregnant?” the father-in-law snapped, pulling his mouth from Payal’s pussy to scold Neeraj.

Neeraj lowered his head, realizing his mistake.

“It’s fine, babuji. He was joking,” Payal said, lightening the mood. She grabbed the father-in-law’s head, guiding his mouth back to her pussy.

“Rohit, pass the panties,” Neeraj called. Rohit tossed them over and moved behind Payal, caressing her ass.

Neeraj wrapped the panties around his cock, jerking off while sniffing them, his eyes locked on Payal. The father-in-law, still licking her pussy, got his thick cock fully hard. Payal glanced down, seeing it ready. She lifted a leg, straddling his lap, and rubbed her pussy against his balls.

After a few minutes, his cockhead poked her belly, primed for action. Payal spat on his cock, the saliva sliding down the shaft. She lifted her ass, aligned her pussy lips with his cock, and sank down, taking it all in one go. She bounced on his lap, fucking him hard, her moans mixing with the jingle of her anklets.

Rohit stroked Payal’s bouncing ass, jerking off. Neeraj wrapped her panties tighter around his cock, his gaze fixed on her. Payal, aware she had to satisfy all three, glanced at Neeraj and Rohit between thrusts, checking their cocks’ readiness.

After five to seven minutes, she saw Neeraj’s cock was hard. He tossed the panties aside and slicked his cock with spit. Payal understood. She climbed off the father-in-law and straddled Neeraj, his cock sliding easily into her pussy. She fucked him with the same fervor.

Soon, Rohit’s cock was hard too. Payal noticed. She had to handle all three at once. She slid off Neeraj and got on all fours between the father-in-law and Neeraj on the sofa, her ass raised.

“Fuck my ass, dear brother-in-law. My pussy’s wrecked, it hurts!” Payal said, looking back at Rohit, thrusting her ass out.

Rohit spat on her asshole, smeared some on his cock, pulled back his foreskin, and plunged into her tight ass. Payal, no stranger to anal, took it smoothly. She rotated between the men: fucking the father-in-law’s cock, then letting Rohit pound her ass, then riding Neeraj. Each got a minute before she switched, keeping the rhythm tight. This went on for 20 minutes.

Payal was back on the father-in-law’s lap when he suddenly stood, hoisting her in his arms and fucking her standing up. She knew he was close. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she clung to him. His legs wobbled, and his cock flooded her pussy with cum.

“Payal… quick… my cock!” Neeraj groaned, gripping his cockhead tightly.

Payal knew he was about to blow. She leapt off the father-in-law, leaving him mid-orgasm, and straddled Neeraj. The father-in-law jerked the rest of his load into the piss-filled bucket.

Payal bounced on Neeraj’s cock three or four times before his body stiffened, his cock pumping creamy cum into her pussy.

“Bhabhi… I’m… fuck, bhabhi!” Rohit gasped, on the edge.

“Hurry… fuck me!” Payal couldn’t abandon Neeraj. Still on his lap, she pointed to her ass for Rohit.

Rohit climbed behind her, slamming into her ass. Neeraj was still cumming in her pussy. After 10-12 furious thrusts, Rohit unloaded in her ass. Payal collapsed onto Neeraj, and Rohit onto her, all three panting.

Five minutes later, Rohit peeled away. Payal slid off Neeraj and sank onto the sofa between him and Rohit. Her own orgasm had left a mess, her juices soaking Neeraj’s thighs, the floor, and the sheet. The father-in-law sprawled on the bed, exhausted.

“It’s 4:45. Parag’s due soon. I want to nap to look fresh,” Payal said, her voice heavy with fatigue. “Fuck me quick, one more time each.”

The sofa’s sheet was drenched with pussy juice and cum. During the fuck, Payal’s waist chain had snapped, now dangling by a thread around her hips. She grabbed a tub of Pond’s cream from the dressing table, slathered it inside her pussy, and handed it to the men. “Rub this on your cocks. It’ll help you cum faster.”

The men smeared cream on their cocks. With no clean spot left—neither sofa nor bed—Payal stood over the piss-filled bucket, legs spread, ass raised.

The father-in-law went first, gripping her waist and fucking her cream-slicked pussy for five or six minutes. He pulled out, barely managing a few drops of cum that fell into the bucket. He collapsed on the bed. Rohit and Neeraj took turns fucking her standing doggy-style. Their loads were sparse, dripping into the bucket.

During the fuck, Payal’s waist chain broke completely, falling into the bucket. To soothe the men, she let them suck her tits, feeding them like babies. Their cocks hung limp, spent.

“Sorry, bahu. Your sacred waist chain broke,” the father-in-law said, stroking her waist.

“No worries, babuji. I’ll get a new one from Mom when I visit,” Payal replied with a smile. “Now go. I need to clean and shower.”

The father-in-law, Neeraj, and Rohit kissed her and retreated to their rooms. Payal grabbed the soiled sofa sheet, scrubbing cum and pussy juice stains from the floor. She tossed the sheet, nightie, and panties into the bucket of piss and cum, then headed to the bathroom.

Fresh from her shower, Payal returned in a stunning blue saree. She sprayed room freshener, changed the bedsheet, and crashed, exhausted. She didn’t know how long she slept until the TV’s sound woke her. Parag sat on the sofa, watching.

“When did you get here?” Payal sat up. “Sorry, I dozed off. Let me get your tea.”

“Malti brought it,” Parag said, eyes on the TV.

“Malti’s back? What time is it?” Payal glanced at the clock.

“8 p.m., madam,” Parag teased. “Lost in whose dreams, my wife?”

“Did you get my jewelry?” Payal asked, squinting suspiciously, sure he’d forgotten.

“Got it, baba,” Parag said, pulling a small box from his pocket.

They watched TV together, chatting idly. At dinner, the father-in-law, Neeraj, and Rohit joined them, the family eating like nothing had happened. Afterward, everyone retired to their rooms.

At night, Payal sat at the dressing table in a soft pink nightie, rubbing lotion on her legs. “What’s up with your promotion?” she asked Parag.

“Appraisal’s delayed. We’ll see,” Parag replied, lying on the bed, watching news.

Payal joined him on the bed. He kissed her cheek and asked, “What’s on the menu tonight?”

“A surprise!” Payal said mischievously. She snatched the remote, rubbing it over his cock through his pajamas, and switched the TV to video mode. A video started.

“Whoa! What’s this? You serious, baby?” Parag’s eyes widened. The TV showed their bedroom from eight camera angles, all capturing the same scene: Payal, naked, with the father-in-law, Neeraj, and Rohit ravishing her body. Not a stitch of clothing in sight.

Payal kissed his bare chest, stroking his cock through the pajamas. Parag stared, unblinking, his cock rock-hard. Her touch made his cockhead pop free, and soon his pajamas were soaked with cum.

“Mmm… you liked it that much?” Payal giggled at his excitement. She pulled his spent cock out, teasing the slick cockhead with her soft fingers.

“Love you, baby,” Parag said, kissing her deeply, their tongues entwining.

Payal remembered a year and three months ago, when she arrived as a bride. She never dreamed she’d land a husband as handsome and successful as Parag. A traditional girl, labeled old-fashioned by modern society, she’d saved her honor for her husband. And Parag exceeded her every fantasy.

On their wedding night, she was ready to shower him with love. She still recalled Parag stripping off his sherwani, revealing his 8.5-inch, 3-inch-thick cock, its glossy pink head fully exposed, standing rigid. Payal had blushed, overwhelmed.

Without meeting her eyes, she surrendered to him. Parag, wild with desire, didn’t even remove her saree, lifting it to climb on top. That night, he fucked her for half an hour but couldn’t cum. His cock went limp, and he pulled away. Payal thought it was first-night nerves, holding him as they slept.

But the next few days were the same. Two weeks passed with no improvement. Worried, Payal mustered the courage to ask, “Don’t take it wrong, ji. Don’t you like me?”

Parag dodged at first, but Payal pressed, and he confessed, asking her not to judge him. “I’m not sick or impotent. It’s simple, Payal. When I fuck you, I imagine another man fucking you. That fantasy drives me wild, but in reality, I go soft. That’s why I can’t cum. But I love you so much.”

Educated but stunned, Payal controlled her emotions and said, “I don’t doubt your love. But I don’t understand. What do you want? Group sex or wife-swapping?”

“No, ugh! How could you say that? I’m not interested in other women. I want to spend my life with you. I just want to see you with another man, with your consent,” Parag said.

“I’m not interested in other men,” Payal snapped, falling silent.

Days passed without discussion. Then Parag said, “Baby, today when Rohit was flirting with you, I got hard. When you’re near bhaiya or papa, my cock stands up. I think I know what I need.”

“Ugh! How can you even think that? With your own family?” Payal realized what he meant.

“Exactly, baby. Our family!” Parag said eagerly. “Whatever you do, it stays in the family. People who share their wives with friends are the worst. But family sex is accepted worldwide, Payal!”

Payal saw no logic in his words. But she faced the truth: Parag could only fully fuck her if she fucked someone else in front of him. To save her marriage, she had to do it. She stayed quiet, resolved.

Seducing Rohit was easiest, as he already teased her innocently. Parag didn’t know the lengths Payal went to for his happiness. One night, she told him, “You know, I wore my saree low today, and dear brother-in-law stared at my navel. I bet he’s jerking off thinking of me tonight.”

Parag got so aroused, he fucked her until 4 a.m. He didn’t cum, but Payal was thrilled with his progress. Within a week, she won Rohit over, convincing him she found him younger and more romantic than Parag. Soon, they were secretly fucking.

When Payal told Parag that Rohit fucked her in the bathroom, he was ecstatic. But he wanted to see it. At his suggestion, Payal secretly recorded a video with Rohit. It was a turning point.

That night, showing Parag the MMS, his excitement was uncontainable. His pajamas soaked without a touch. He fucked Payal three times, cumming each time. Payal wept with joy.

Things were perfect. Parag’s fantasy was satisfied. But secrets don’t stay hidden. Neeraj caught Rohit fucking Payal and told the father-in-law. They berated Rohit and threatened to expose Payal’s “infidelity” to Parag.

To save her marriage, Payal spun a lie: Parag was impotent, and she turned to Rohit for physical satisfaction. She claimed if Parag found out, he’d kill himself. Sobbing, she convinced them she was a desperate woman denied marital pleasure.

The men believed her, pitying her. Initially, Payal didn’t plan to fuck Neeraj or the father-in-law. But Neeraj was unmarried, and the father-in-law widowed—both craved a woman. Knowing her “truth,” they grew attracted to her.

When they pursued her, Payal gave in, fucking all three. They thought Parag was clueless, unaware it was his fantasy.

What began as necessity became thrilling for Payal. She fucked the trio by day, then aroused Parag at night with stories or videos. She sent Malti away after morning chores, leaving the day free for fucking. Gradually, Payal stayed naked all day at home.

Parag’s appetite outgrew phone videos. He installed hidden cameras in the bedroom, then eight cameras for multiple angles. Payal fucked only in that room to capture hot footage. Each night, new videos fueled Parag’s wild fucking.

Payal’s only regret was lying about Parag’s impotence, tarnishing his honor. In truth, no man fucked like him.

The story had two sides: the father-in-law, Neeraj, and Rohit would always believe Parag was impotent. And Payal would use their sympathy to fulfill Parag’s fantasy, saving her marriage. She had no issue with it.

Today, Payal had orchestrated a gangbang with the trio to surprise Parag. The TV video showed them in a frenzy of lust.

“Your gangbang idea is so fucking hot, baby! Do this from now on. Thank you!” Parag said, tossing off his soaked pajamas. His cock sprang up again.

“I’m your wife. If I don’t know what you need, who will?” Payal said, delighted by his reaction. “I didn’t expect you’d love my surprise this much.” She lay face-down toward the TV, letting Parag watch the video while fucking her. She hiked her nightie to her waist, revealing no panties.

Parag climbed on her, fucking her while glued to the screen.

“I need to tell you something,” Payal said between thrusts.

“Speak, baby. Today, your word is law,” Parag said, eyes on the TV.

“It’s been over a year since our wedding. We should try for a baby,” Payal said, still taking his cock.

Parag stayed silent, fucking 그녀 for 15 minutes.

“Sure, baby,” he finally said. His body tensed. On the TV, Payal was riding the father-in-law. Parag yanked his cock out, spraying cum over her stomach and nightie.

Payal was confused. If he agreed to a baby, why didn’t he cum inside her?

Now it was Parag’s turn for a surprise.

Collapsing on her, he said, “What do you think, baby? For your pregnancy, who’s best—bhaiya, Rohit, or papa?”

Payal stared at the ceiling fan, stroking Parag’s back, pondering what to do with this new fantasy. The TV screen had gone blue.