Lone Bride Handles Every Cock in the House – Part 1

“Where’s my wallet, Payal?” Parag called out, standing by the wardrobe, adjusting his tie with a hint of morning rush. His face showed the urgency of getting to the office.

“It’s been one year and two months since we got married… you should’ve gotten used to me by now,” Payal teased from the corner of the bedroom, sitting on the bed, brushing her long hair with a comb. She stood, walked over to Parag, grabbed his wallet from atop the wardrobe, and handed it to him, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder. “Here, you forget it every time.”

“One year and three months,” Parag corrected with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling. “And no, I haven’t gotten used to you—I’m addicted to you, Payal.” His voice carried love laced with mischief as he gazed into her eyes.

“Where do you get all this romance from?” Payal laughed, her eyes sparkling. “Listen, you’re coming home early from the office tonight, right?”

“Gonna miss me all day?” Parag asked playfully, slipping on his jacket.

“Not miss… you’re supposed to pick up my jewelry today,” Payal shot back, her face turning slightly serious.

“Oh, right, of course!” Parag said quickly, as if it just hit him.

“You forgot, didn’t you? I knew it,” Payal said, narrowing her eyes, though her smile betrayed her mock anger.

Parag responded by planting a soft kiss on her cheek, his hand grazing her waist before he stepped out of the room. Payal walked to the window, pulled back the curtain, and watched him leave. Parag stepped out, got into his car, and waved goodbye. She waved back, smiling, then returned to the room to make the bed. Her movements carried a restless edge, as if her mind was elsewhere.

“Madam…” The housemaid, Malti, entered, her face weary.

“Speak, Malti,” Payal said, not looking up, folding the bedsheet.

“I’m leaving, madam. Breakfast is ready, lunch is prepped, house is cleaned. Just the laundry’s left,” Malti rattled off.

“Skip the laundry today. Come back in the evening. Go,” Payal said, still focused on her task.

Malti left. Payal finished in the bedroom and headed to the drawing room. There, at the dining table, sat her father-in-law, her brother-in-law Neeraj, and her younger brother-in-law Rohit. Their eyes flicked up to her, but no one spoke. Payal locked the main door from the inside, then turned to them. “Shall I serve breakfast?”

“Yes, bhabhi, I’m starving,” Rohit piped up eagerly. Neeraj and the father-in-law stayed silent, but their eyes glinted with something unspoken.

Without a word, Payal returned to the bedroom. She slipped off her light blue nightie, letting it pool on the floor. Underneath, she wore a red bra and panties that glowed like fire against her fair skin. She unhooked the bra, letting it fall, but kept the panties on. She loosened her tied-up black hair, letting it cascade over her shoulders, making her look irresistibly sultry. Then, in just her red panties, she sauntered to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, she saw Malti had prepared omelets and toast. Payal arranged breakfast for herself and the men on a large tray and carried it to the drawing room. Barely dressed, she stood between Rohit and Neeraj, setting the table with a casual grace, as if this were routine.

“When did you buy these panties, bhabhi?” Rohit asked, his hand brushing lightly over her ass, fingers lingering at the edge of the fabric.

“You’re asking about my panties but groping my ass, dear brother-in-law?” Payal replied without looking at him, a sly smile in her voice, dripping with heat.

“Not during breakfast, Rohit,” the father-in-law scolded, then eyed Payal from head to toe. “Though, you look stunning in red, bahu.”

Payal stifled a laugh, while Neeraj and Rohit burst out laughing.

“No need to tease so much. These panties are in fashion these days,” Payal said, feigning annoyance. Then, with a bold move, she slid her panties down, stepped out of them, and tossed them onto the table between their plates. Completely naked, she sat beside her father-in-law and began eating, as if nothing had happened.

Neeraj picked up the panties, brought them to his nose, and inhaled deeply. “Mmm… smells divine. Did you sleep in these last night, bhabhi?”

“Ugh, you guys get filthier and more shameless every day,” Payal said with mock disgust. Turning to her father-in-law, she added, “And you too, babuji!”

“What did I do, bahu?” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

The four of them ate, chatting lightly, but the air crackled with tension, as if everyone knew what would follow breakfast.

“So, who’s fucking me first today?” Payal asked casually mid-bite, her tone carefree. “Parag might come home early tonight.”

“I’ve got college, bhabhi. Let me go first,” Rohit said, his voice eager.

“Actually, I was thinking of something different today…” Payal said slowly, a hint of a plan in her tone.

“Like what?” Neeraj asked, intrigued.

“You’ll see… I’ll tell you,” Payal replied mysteriously, her eyes gleaming.

“Bhabhi, can I ask something?” Rohit said hesitantly.

“Go on, dear brother-in-law,” Payal said, smiling.

“Don’t you feel bad?” he asked softly.

“About what?” Payal raised an eyebrow.

“You know… about Parag bhaiya,” Rohit said, as if afraid to offend.

Payal fell silent, her face turning serious. She stared at her plate, the omelet untouched.

“Bahu, have you ever tried again?” her father-in-law asked gently, concern in his voice.

“Every day, babuji,” Payal said, her voice heavy, setting her food aside. “But there’s no response. No arousal. I’ve tried everything, but…” Her voice cracked.

“Don’t lose heart, Payal,” Neeraj said softly. “Parag’s a great guy.”

“Does Parag bhaiya’s cock not get hard at all?” Rohit blurted, then quickly backtracked. “Sorry, bhabhi… I mean, you’re so gorgeous, and still…”

“If it did, I wouldn’t be doing this…” Payal started, then stopped. She forced a smile. “But he loves me so much. That’s enough for me.”

Her father-in-law patted her shoulder, comforting her. The mood grew heavy, but Payal quickly composed herself.

Breakfast ended. Payal cleared the plates, leaving her panties on the table, and took the dishes to the kitchen.

“You were going to tell us something, bhabhi,” Rohit called after her.

“I’ll tell you when I’m back,” Payal replied from the kitchen, her voice regaining its playful edge. Rohit, Neeraj, and the father-in-law watched her naked ass sway, mesmerized.

Payal returned to the drawing room, noticing the three men still at the table, as if glued to their seats. “You three have gotten so lazy,” she teased. She reached for her panties, but they were gone. “Where’s my underwear?” she demanded, grabbing Rohit’s ear and twisting it. “You took it, didn’t you, you devil?”

“Bhabhi, I swear I didn’t!” Rohit protested, his neck craning, voice pleading innocence.

Payal knew these men’s habits well. Releasing Rohit, she turned to her father-in-law and spotted her red panties tucked into his lungi. She glared at him playfully and snatched them back. “Not yet, babuji. These are brand new. Parag got them last Sunday,” she said, laughing at his disappointed face. “Let me wear them for a month or two, then you can have them.”

“Give it up, Papa. Old panties are better—they soak up the body’s scent,” Neeraj said with a straight face. “Like Payal’s black ones, still so intoxicating.”

“Bhabhi? You gave Neeraj bhaiya your panties? What about me?” Rohit asked, mock indignation in his tone.

“Stop competing with your papa and brother, dear brother-in-law. They’re older than you,” Payal scolded. Then, seriously, “And why aren’t you at college today?”

Rohit had no answer, hanging his head.

“Don’t do that, dear brother-in-law. I’m not going anywhere,” Payal said softly. Turning to Neeraj, she added, “And what’s your excuse for skipping the showroom?”

“A shopkeeper in the market died. Shops are closed for two days,” Neeraj explained. He owned a large clothing showroom and was using the excuse to stay home.

Payal shook her head, as if to say, “You’ll never change.” She walked off with her panties.

Payal roamed the house naked, but the men acted as if it were normal. Not because she wasn’t sexy—30-year-old Payal was a vision. Her large, firm breasts defied gravity, pointing upward. She shaved her underarms regularly but preferred trimming her pubic hair with scissors, leaving a neat bush that half-covered her swollen pussy lips, teasingly visible. Her slightly rounded belly was seductive, flowing into her pussy in front and her heavy ass behind. Her thick thighs pressed together, hiding her pussy even when she stood naked.

Later, Payal returned to the drawing room, opened the fridge, and started cleaning it. Her naked body, bending over, was a provocative sight.

“Still not done with your work, bahu?” her father-in-law asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

“With three men in the house who don’t lift a finger, will the work ever end, babuji?” Payal shot back, her response ready.

The three fell silent, exchanging glances. Then Neeraj noticed something.

“Payal, you look different today,” he said, his eyes fixed on her body.

“Like what?” Payal asked, not turning, still arranging the fridge.

“There’s something… hold on,” Neeraj said, thinking. Rohit and the father-in-law didn’t pay much attention, assuming he was flirting.

“Got it!” Neeraj exclaimed. “You’re wearing anklets today.”

“And?” Payal asked, smiling to herself.

Neeraj stood and walked behind her. He turned her to face him and said, “And this waist chain.”

Rohit and the father-in-law now stared. Neeraj was right. Payal wore a thin thread-like waist chain, accentuating her naked body. It sat just above her navel, with two small beads dangling over it, enhancing her allure.

“Bhabhi, you look like a goddess of desire with that waist chain,” Rohit said, glancing at his father.

“Wore it to seduce Parag last night?” Neeraj teased.

“It’s not for sex or style, jeth ji. The amulet is for prosperity. My mom gave it to me at my wedding,” Payal said seriously.

“I don’t see an amulet,” Neeraj said, eyeing her waist.

“It’s on this side,” Payal said, turning to show her ass. A small amulet hung from the chain, swaying gently over her curves.

“Why’s the amulet at the back?” Neeraj asked, curious.

“Keeping it on the pussy side is bad luck,” Payal replied casually.

“Whatever it is, you look gorgeous. Why don’t you wear it always?” Neeraj’s eyes lingered.

“It’s too tight, jeth ji. See? That’s why I only wear it sometimes,” Payal said, pouting and pointing to the chain.

“I’ll fix it,” Neeraj said. He noticed the chain was indeed tight. He loosened the knot, and it slid down, resting on the swell of her hips. The beads now hung just above her pussy, as if guarding it.

“Better now?” Neeraj asked, his breath heavier.

“Much better, jeth ji. Thank you!” Payal beamed.

The waist chain, now grazing her pussy, made her look even sexier. Rohit’s eyes widened, and the father-in-law’s jaw dropped. Payal noticed Neeraj’s cock stirring in his pajamas. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them.

Payal closed the fridge door. She placed her right hand on Neeraj’s cock through his pajamas, gave it a gentle tug, and led him toward the bedroom. Neeraj followed, entranced. Rohit and the father-in-law watched, disappointed.

“See, Papa. Neeraj bhaiya gets to fuck bhabhi first again,” Rohit grumbled. “I haven’t had a turn in two days.”

“I haven’t fucked bahu in three or four days either, son. So what?” the father-in-law said sternly. “Women have their preferences. Maybe she likes Neeraj more. And don’t forget, she’s your brother Parag’s wife. She’s with us only because she doesn’t get the pleasure of a married woman.”

“Everyone’s lecturing me,” Rohit muttered.

“What was that?” the father-in-law snapped, but Neeraj returned.

“Papa, Rohit, come. Payal’s calling,” Neeraj said, heading back. Rohit and the father-in-law exchanged puzzled looks and followed.

In the bedroom, Payal sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. Her waist chain rested above her pussy, her naked body glowing like a siren’s. “Who’s fucking me today?” she asked, locking eyes with each man, her voice daring.

“It’s not like that, bahu. Whoever you want…” the father-in-law said softly.

“Hmm… I mentioned this morning I was thinking of something,” Payal began slowly. “I want all three of you to ravish my body together.”

“You mean… a gangbang, bhabhi?” Rohit asked, shocked.

“Gangbang’s your generation’s term, dear brother-in-law. I’m not making a porn flick,” Payal laughed. “I’m just saying, I’m one woman who wants to enjoy getting fucked by three men at once.”

“Not a bad idea,” the father-in-law said, smiling.

“What idea, Papa? That’s not how it works,” Neeraj protested. “What about privacy? When I’m alone with Payal, I talk dirty, do filthy things. Group sex won’t be as fun.”

“When your cock’s hard, jeth ji, privacy goes out the window,” Payal said wickedly. “Come on, let’s try something new. It’ll stop dear brother-in-law from complaining I play favorites.”

“Sorry, bhabhi. I didn’t mean it like that,” Rohit said, head bowed, thinking she’d overheard him. “I’m with Papa.” To Neeraj, he added, “Come on, bhaiya. We’re family. What’s there to be shy about?”

“Yeah, jeth ji. Dear brother-in-law’s cock is the smallest. If he’s not shy, why are you hesitating?” Payal teased, lightening the mood. “Now, strip.”

The three men undressed without looking at each other, standing naked but covering their cocks out of embarrassment.

“That won’t do. Hands off your cocks!” Payal commanded.

They slowly uncovered themselves, heads down. Neeraj’s 7-inch, 2-inch-thick cock, its tip half-exposed, hung limp. Rohit’s 6-inch, 2.5-inch-thick cock, fully covered by foreskin, dangled. The father-in-law’s 9-inch, 3-inch-thick cock, with a pink, fully exposed tip, defied his 54 years but was soft.

“No need to look at each other. Focus on me,” Payal said, noticing their limp cocks due to shame. “Come closer.”

They stood before her—Rohit in the middle, Neeraj on the right, the father-in-law on the left. Payal grabbed Neeraj and the father-in-law’s cocks with her hands and leaned forward to kiss Rohit’s. She stroked Neeraj and the father-in-law’s cocks, rubbing them against her cheeks, while Rohit grazed his cock over her lips and nose. Their cocks stiffened slightly but weren’t fully hard.

Payal stood, positioning herself among the three naked men. The room’s heat intensified. She pressed her lips to Rohit’s, and he kissed her back, eyes closed. She felt his cock harden against her navel, signaling his arousal. Neeraj grabbed one breast, kneading it, and rubbed his cock against her ass. The father-in-law massaged her other breast, kissing her neck and shoulders, his cock catching on her waist chain. Payal alternated gripping their cocks, then let them explore her body. They kissed, caressed, and groped her.

Rohit bent to kiss her breasts, his cock grinding against her thigh. Payal guided one breast into his mouth, letting him suck like a baby. The father-in-law slipped his fingers into her pussy, then sniffed them. Neeraj probed her ass crack, teasing her asshole, and sniffed his fingers, savoring her scent. Rohit knelt, inhaling her pussy’s aroma before diving in to lick it. Neeraj and the father-in-law each took a breast, sucking hungrily. Later, the father-in-law took over licking her pussy, while Rohit kissed her back. Then Neeraj buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her pussy, as the father-in-law kissed her passionately.

For nearly an hour, they took turns sucking her breasts, licking her pussy, squeezing her ass, and kissing her. Payal’s body burned, her breaths ragged. “Ohh… enough!” she gasped as Rohit tongued her pussy, pulling his hair to stop him. He stood, and they saw her trembling. They knew she was about to cum.

They held her steady as she spread her legs, her pussy opening, juices dripping to the floor. For ten minutes, she stood, naked, climaxing, her body shuddering. They supported her, her face a mix of bliss and exhaustion.

When she calmed, Payal kissed each man, noticing their cocks now rock-hard, their shyness gone. It was their turn. She knelt on the floor, where her pussy juices had pooled, their cocks at her face. She grabbed each one, stroking and sucking, giving each cock 10-15 seconds before switching. They stood silently, letting her work.

After the third round, Payal saw their cocks were rigid, ready to burst. The father-in-law came first, jerking his cock and spraying his cum onto the floor, mixing with her juices. Seconds later, Rohit and Neeraj erupted together, their thick cum joining the mess. Payal caressed their stomachs and thighs, then stood to kiss them tenderly.

The floor held a small puddle of her pussy juice and their cum, her fluids watery, their semen thick like cream. Payal grabbed her nightie from the bed, placed it over the puddle, and pressed it with her foot to soak it up.

“What are you doing, bahu?” the father-in-law asked, rubbing his cock. “You’ll ruin the nightie.”

“I’ll wash it later, babuji. If I leave it, it’ll stain,” Payal said calmly.

She fetched a bottle of cold water from the fridge. They all drank, and she turned on the AC. They collapsed onto the bed—Neeraj and the father-in-law on either side, Rohit with his head on her stomach. Neeraj nuzzled her breast, the father-in-law buried his face in her armpit, and Payal stroked their heads.

“Wasn’t that fun? You were hesitating for nothing,” Payal said, catching her breath.

“You know, bhabhi, when I fuck you on your and Parag bhaiya’s bed, I feel guilty,” Rohit said, toying with her waist chain. “We all have our own rooms. Doing this in your marital bedroom feels wrong.”

“I’m a devoted, married woman, dear brother-in-law,” Payal said, caressing Neeraj and the father-in-law. “This house, this bedroom, this bed—it’s my world. Whatever I do, I do here, whether with my husband or you three. If I went to your rooms, jeth ji’s, or babuji’s to get fucked, what’s the difference between me and those whores who cheat on their husbands for fun?”

The father-in-law’s eyes welled up. He kissed her lips and said, “My useless son Parag should realize how lucky he is to have such a virtuous wife.”

“I told you, babuji, he loves me,” Payal said, smiling, and kissed him deeply.

Neeraj and the father-in-law rubbed their legs against her thighs. Rohit sensed they were getting aroused again. He sat up, and Payal felt two cocks stirring against her. “Wow, jeth ji. Your cock’s ready so soon. Taking Viagra like babuji now?” she teased. Neeraj laughed, playfully slapping her breast.

Payal rolled onto her left side, draping her right leg over the father-in-law’s waist. He understood, guiding his 9-inch, thick cock into her wet pussy, inch by inch. Payal moaned loudly. Her back and ass now faced Neeraj, who realized she wanted double penetration. He positioned his cock at her asshole and eased it in. Payal was used to anal, especially during her periods when they fucked her ass. Her tight hole took his cock smoothly.

Payal and the father-in-law locked into a fiery French kiss. He thrust slowly into her pussy, while Neeraj kissed her back and neck, pounding her ass. Payal was sandwiched, fucked from both sides. Her waist chain slid up to her stomach, and her anklets jingled with each thrust.

Rohit watched, his cock still soft. He stroked it, not pulling back the foreskin. The father-in-law and Neeraj fucked Payal relentlessly, synchronized—one cock sliding into her pussy as the other pulled out of her ass, then reversing. After a while, they switched rhythm, both cocks plunging in and out together. Payal’s moans grew louder.

“Ohh… babuji, slow down… uff, fuck!” Payal cried. “Jeth ji… ohh… at least you fuck me gently!”

She was experienced in pussy and anal sex, but this simultaneous, intense pounding was new. “Now you know, bahu. This isn’t a Viagra cock,” the father-in-law laughed, thrusting harder.

Her pussy and ass took relentless thrusts, her breaths ragged. Rohit couldn’t hold back. He knelt by her head, jerking his cock. Payal looked up, winked mischievously, and smiled at his desperation. Before his cock fully hardened, Rohit came, splattering cum across her cheeks, face, and hair. Payal laughed, watching him.

Neeraj neared climax. He pulled out of her ass, rubbing his cock against her cheeks. The father-in-law gave four final, powerful thrusts, then pulled out, unloading thick cum over her stomach, pussy, and thighs. Neeraj gripped her waist, shooting 8-10 streams across her ass.

Payal was still catching her breath when Neeraj shoved his spent cock back into her ass, fucking her again. “Your cum’s out, jeth ji. Still not satisfied?” Payal said, annoyed, wiping Rohit’s cum from her face. “Let go… how much more will you fuck me?”

Neeraj ignored her, thrusting for two more minutes until his cock softened and slipped out. Exhausted, he collapsed beside her. Friends, Payal’s fucking is still incomplete, the story continues in the next part…

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