Author's Note:
Welcome! I wrote this story last year at the request of one of my readers. He wanted a bespoke story tailor-made to his specific fantasies (brother sister incest & wife sharing) and fetish (female legs). He enjoyed it very much and I hope you do too.
The characters in this story are Indian and the dialogues have few Hindi words sprinkled between predominantly English words. I hope the Hindi words add more authenticity for readers familiar with the language. The rest of the English dialogues should make this readable for other readers.
All the characters in this story are above 18 years of age when engaged in sexual activities.
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"Achha suno. Ansh called earlier today. He's coming this Saturday," Ishika said, fastening her seat belt.
"Cool. I'll restock the bar!" I said, grinning as I drove the car out of the parking lot of her office.
She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance as I laughed out loud.
I am Kabir, a 35-year-old doctor at Artemis Hospital. My wife, Ishika, is 32 and a banker. We live in Gurgaon and have been married for the last four years.
My brother-in-law, Ansh is Ishika's younger brother. He is 30 and lived in Bangalore. He and I share a great rapport and are good buddies. We have a great time whenever we meet. Ishika adores him. Few days back, he informed us that he has taken up a new job and would be moving to Gurgaon. We were thrilled at this news as it meant the three of us could hangout more often. We offered him to stay with us till he finds a new house and gets acquainted with his new office.
I drove out of a particularly busy junction and entered a relatively open road as we made our way to our 3-bedroom apartment home. I had picked up Ishika from her bank after the end of my hospital shift in the evening.
As I glanced at the left ORVM of the car, to check the traffic behind me, I saw Ishika smiling mischievously.
"Kya hua?" I asked, smiling.
"Milind was checking me out again today."
"Really! Did he say anything?"
"Zyada kuch nahi. He complimented me. Said I looked good and all that. But rest of the day, I could see his eyes fixed on me," she said and giggled.
Milind was a new colleague of Ishika, who had joined her office recently. He was younger, yet seemed smitten by her. When Ishika had mentioned him, I had cheekily asked her to tease him a little.
Ishika is a gorgeous woman, very sexy having a great body with curves at the right places. Her best feature are her smooth, fleshy legs which I absolutely love. She has a dazzling smile and a very easy personality which attracts everyone to her. Her girl-next-door vibe and friendly attitude wins hearts all around, especially those of her male friends and colleagues.
Yet, being shy, she has never been comfortable with too much flirting and maintains distance from guys who flirt too much. I, on the other hand, love when guys check out my wife. It gives me a sense of pride that guys covet what I have. It thrills me that she loves only me and I am able to enjoy her body and fuck her, which the other guys could only dream of. She was a virgin when we married and I am the only lover she's ever had.
Over the course of our marriage, I have steadily been able to open her up to enjoy other guys' attention. I encourage her to be flirty with guys who flirt with her, as long as it's harmless and fun. This has slowly transformed her into a woman who is now more confident in her sexuality and able to bask in the attention showered on her. It has also led to some kinky role-play in the bedroom, where I ask her to tell me fictional tales of her sexual escapades with her admirers, as we have sex. It heightens both our arousal and usually leads to some of the most mind-blowing orgasms.
"And, what did you do when he was ogling you?" I asked.
She put her hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my crotch and said, "I'll tell you tonight... in bed."
I looked at her. She smiled mischievously. God! I couldn't wait to get home.
***
"This is delicious, didi. I had missed home cooked food and especially your cooking," Ansh said.
It was the evening on Saturday and the three of us were having dinner. Ansh had arrived earlier that day. Ishika and I had picked him up from the airport.
"Glad you still like my cooking! This guy doesn't," Ishika said, poking me playfully on the forearm.
"Hey! Aisa kab kaha maine?" I said, defensively. I winked at Ansh and said, "Never get married, unless you wanna hear such taunts."
Thankfully Ishika ignored my comment and said to Ansh, "So, how's your girlfriend?"
"Kaun? Neha? We broke up like six months ago. I am single now."
"Aw, that's too bad, yaar. You two made such a nice couple," Ishika said.
"Yeah, well, itna bhi serious nahi tha. We weren't exactly in love. Once I decided to move here, we called it off mutually. Ye long distance relationship nahi hoga humse."
"Koi baat nahi. There's plenty of fish in the pond," I said, winking at him.
"I know. Hope ki yahan ki ladkiyan hot hogi. Once I get settled here, I'll jump back into the dating scene."
"How does a dork like you attract so many girls?" Ishika asked, teasing her brother.
"I am no longer a dork, didi. I am a Casanova now!"
"In your dreams, you dork!"
We all had a hearty laugh. I had heard of Ansh's numerous girlfriends over the last four years. He had shared some of the details with me. To his sister, he might still seem like a dork, but I suspected he was smooth and had a way with the ladies.
***
We cleared up after dinner. Ishika said her goodnights to me and Ansh and retired to the bedroom to watch her Netflix show. I and Ansh got our glasses, soda, water, ice cubes and whiskey and settled in the living room.
We spoke about sports and movies. As the drinks started flowing, we started getting high. The conversation moved towards topics of sex. I knew he had the exact fascination with female legs as me. I unlocked my phone and opened the pictures I had downloaded. We went through the pictures of Bollywood actresses of the previous decades showing off their smooth and fleshy legs. We remembered those days fondly when Bollywood actresses had flesh and curves and we complained about the new generation of skinny actresses and their overly toned figures.
"Pata hai, jiju, I have lost count of the number of times I'd have jerked off to Rani. Mast hot lagti thi woh! Even now I pull out old photos of her sometimes," Ansh said, his voice slightly heavy with alcohol. He looked at the Rani's pictures on my phone and said, "Damn! Just look at those legs, those thighs. I could just lick them all night long."
I nodded in agreement. He became silent for a moment and started smiling, goofy. I thought he was completely high.
"Kya hua?" I asked.
"Pata nahi, achanak se khayal aya. Didi kind of looks like Rani, doesn't she?" Ansh said.