I am Priya, 26 years old, and I have been married to Arjun for eight months now. From the very first night in his house, I realized this marriage would never belong only to the two of us. Arjun fighting his own battle to answer the question “Who do you love more?”
The First Night I Felt Invisible
We had just returned from our honeymoon. I had worn a soft satin nightie that I knew Arjun liked. I had waited the whole day, imagining how it would feel when he finally touched me.
Priya: “Arjun… come to bed. I’ve missed you.”
Arjun: “Not now, Priya. Mom and Sujatha are still awake.”
I waited.
An hour passed.
Then two.
His mother’s voice called from the living room.
Arjun’s Mother (loudly): “Arjun son, can you come here for a minute? I can’t find my blood pressure medicine.”
Arjun got up without a word. When he returned almost forty minutes later, I was still lying there, the nightie now feeling ridiculous on my body.
Priya: “Why does she need you for everything?”
Arjun: “She’s my mother, Priya. Don’t start this on the first night.”
Every Excuse Had a Familiar Face
The next few weeks became a pattern I could set my watch by.
Whenever I tried to get close to him, something would happen.
If I locked the bedroom door, his sister Sujatha would knock within minutes.
Sujatha: “Bhaiya, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.”If we tried to watch a movie together in our room, his mother would suddenly feel unwell.
Arjun’s Mother: “Arjun, my chest is hurting again. Come sit with me.”
And Arjun would always go.
Priya: “Can we at least spend one night without them calling you?”
Arjun: “You don’t understand. They have been with me all my life. I can’t ignore them.”
Priya: “And what about me? I’m your wife.”
Arjun: “Why do you always make me choose?”
The Costume Party That Changed Everything
Last month, Sujatha decided to throw a fancy dress party at home for her birthday. The house was full of relatives and friends. Arjun and I were supposed to dress as a couple, a doctor and nurse.I had bought a nurse outfit that was slightly bold, low neck, short skirt. I wanted him to look at me the way a husband should. I wanted him to want me.I was changing in our room when Arjun walked in. His eyes moved over me for a second before he looked away.
Priya: “How do I look?”
Arjun: “Nice… but maybe wear something over it. Mom and Sujatha might not like it.”
Before I could reply, his mother entered without knocking.
Arjun’s Mother: “Arjun, son, your sister needs help with the decorations. The guests are about to come.”
Arjun: “Coming, Mom.”
He left me standing there half-dressed, the excitement I had felt just minutes ago turning cold. Later that evening, the party was in full swing. I was still in the nurse costume, feeling more exposed than sexy now. Arjun was busy helping his family, smiling and chatting with everyone except me.I finally caught him alone near the kitchen.
Priya: “Arjun, can we go to our room for some time? Just the two of us?”
Arjun: “Priya, not now. Everyone is here.”
Priya: “Then when? It’s been months since you’ve even properly kissed me.”
Arjun looked uncomfortable.
Arjun: “Why do you always bring this up when the whole family is around?”
The Dragon Costume TrapSujatha had planned a special surprise, a two-person dragon costume she had ordered online. It was huge, heavy, and needed two people to wear it properly. She had originally planned to wear it with her friend, but the friend cancelled at the last minute. Sujatha came to Arjun with her usual dramatic pout.
Sujatha: “Bhaiya, please! You have to help me. No one else can fit in it with me. It will only take ten minutes.”
Arjun: “Sujatha, I’m tired…”
Sujatha: “Please, bhaiya. For my birthday? Mom also wants to see it.”
Arjun looked at me helplessly.
Arjun: “Just ten minutes, Priya.”
I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment. They went into Sujatha’s room to get into the costume. I waited outside with the other guests. Almost twenty minutes passed. The dragon finally emerged, moving clumsily through the crowd. Sujatha was in the front, controlling the head and front legs. Arjun was at the back, his body pressed close to hers inside the tight costume, his arms moving the wings. They walked around, entertaining everyone. The guests laughed and clapped. But something felt wrong. The dragon kept moving slower and slower. At one point, it stopped completely in the middle of the hall. I could see the dragon’s body trembling slightly. Then I heard a small, muffled sound, half moan, half gasp, coming from inside the costume.
Priya (softly, to myself): “What is happening?”
A few seconds later, the dragon started moving again, but very awkwardly now, heading straight back towards Sujatha’s room. When they finally disappeared inside and closed the door, I stood there feeling a strange mix of anger and pain. Ten minutes later, Arjun came out alone, looking flushed and avoiding everyone’s eyes. His shirt was slightly untucked, and there was sweat on his forehead. I walked up to him.
Priya: “What took you so long?”
Arjun: “The zipper got stuck. It was very hot inside.”
Priya: “And that sound I heard?”
Arjun: “What sound? You’re imagining things again.”
The Shocking Discovery
That night after the guests left, I couldn’t sleep. The image of the dragon costume and the strange sounds kept replaying in my mind. I quietly went to Sujatha’s room to confront them.I pushed the door open slightly and froze.
Sujatha was completely naked on the bed, her long dark hair spread across the pillow. Arjun was on top of her, moving slowly, his face buried in her neck. They were both covered in sweat.
Sujatha: “Harder, Bhaiya… just like before.”
Arjun groaned and thrust deeper. I stood there in shock, unable to move. This was not the first time. Sujatha was a divorcee. Her husband had left her after he found out she had been sleeping with everyone, from their son’s teacher (both male and female) to half the men in their residential society. Now she was taking what she wanted from her own brother, and he was giving in.
Joining Them
I should have felt rage. Instead, something strange happened. I felt heat between my legs. Seeing Arjun finally lost in pleasure, something he never allowed himself with me, stirred me in a way I didn’t expect.
I stepped inside the room.
Priya: “Arjun…”Both of them froze and looked at me.
Arjun: “Priya… it’s not what you think.”
Sujatha smiled lazily, not even trying to cover herself.
Sujatha: “It is exactly what you think, Bhabhi.”
I walked closer.
My voice was surprisingly calm.
Priya: “How long has this been going on?”
Arjun looked ashamed but his cock was still hard and glistening from Sujatha’s wetness.
Arjun: “Since before our marriage. I tried to stop… but she knows how to make me weak.”
Sujatha laughed softly.
Sujatha: “He can’t resist me. Just like he couldn’t resist watching me when we were younger.”
I looked at my husband, then at his sister. Instead of walking out, I did something I never thought I would do. I reached behind me and unzipped my nurse costume, letting it fall to the floor. I stood there in just my panties, my nipples already hard.
Priya: “If this is what makes you happy, Arjun, then I want to be part of it. I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want you to be happy… and I want to feel you too.”
Sujatha raised an eyebrow, surprised but clearly pleased.
Sujatha: “Well, well. Our little Bhabhi is kinkier than she looks.”
Arjun looked torn between shock and sudden hunger.
The Dragon Costume Memory Comes Alive
I climbed onto the bed with them.
Priya: “Show me what happened inside that dragon costume.”
Sujatha pulled me closer and whispered.
Sujatha: “He was pressed so tight against my ass the whole time. His cock got rock hard.”
She made Arjun lie down and had me straddle his face while she positioned herself over his cock, just like in the costume.
Sujatha slowly sank down on him, moaning as he filled her.
Sujatha: “Mmm… just like when my bikini bottoms came untied.”
I watched his cock disappear into his sister’s pussy. The same cock I had been begging for months.Then I lowered myself onto his mouth. His tongue immediately started licking me with a hunger I had never felt from him before. The three of us moved together. Sweat covered our bodies just like inside the dragon costume. Arjun’s hands gripped Sujatha’s waist as she rode him harder, her big breasts bouncing with every thrust.
Sujatha: “Fuck me, Bhaiya… don’t hold back.”
I ground my wet pussy against his face, feeling his moans vibrate through me.
Priya: “I can taste her on you… and I like it.”
Sujatha leaned forward and kissed me deeply while still riding Arjun. After a while, Sujatha got off and pushed me onto all fours.
Sujatha: “Now it’s your turn to feel what I felt.”
Arjun got behind me and slammed into my pussy in one hard thrust. I cried out in pleasure. At the same time, Sujatha lay in front of me, spreading her legs.
Sujatha: “Lick me, Bhabhi. Taste your husband’s sister.”
I buried my face between Sujatha’s thighs while Arjun fucked me from behind, his hips slapping against my ass exactly like when he was pressed against her in the costume. The room filled with the sounds of moaning, wet slapping, and heavy breathing. Arjun was finally free from the constant pressure and questions of who he loved more. Here, with both of us, he didn’t have to choose. Sujatha came first, shuddering against my mouth. Then Arjun pulled out and pushed his cock into my ass.
Priya: “Yes… take my ass, Arjun.”
He fucked my ass deep and hard while Sujatha fingered my clit. When he finally came, he filled my ass with hot spurts, groaning loudly.We collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied.
A New Understanding
The next morning, his mother noticed the change but said nothing. She knew her control was slipping, but for the first time Arjun looked truly at peace. I no longer feel rejected. I no longer ask him to choose. Because now I am part of what makes him happy. Sujatha still teases him, still takes him whenever she wants, and I join them willingly. The house that never let us be alone has finally given us a different kind of closeness, one that includes his sister and satisfies the hunger we all carry. And I have stopped fighting.
I have started enjoying.
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