The Disabled Thakur's Wife (18+)

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Nidhi's pov

Days passed and all of our days passed by with Warmth between us. His care and too much love filled my days with happiness.  I would be indulged with all the daily duties and he would handle his own.

At night after dinner we would sleep in each other's embrace and a new obsession of him has surfaced. He likes my Butt, a little too much. He looked squeezing them at night. He would often pull me to him and let me sit on his lap or on top of him.

And today was yet another night.

I placed my hands on his chest, and his eyes shifted to mine. I knew what was going on his mind. For a man it's shameful to admit his lack of sexual stamina and most importantly his dick.

Man feel proud as they overpower their wives in bed. They feel dominant as they get sexually involved with their wife. But to admit his problem of being not capable to ever satisfy me due to his dick being inactive must have been so much difficult for him. I assured him as best as I could and i knew I liked him too much to be selfish for that sole insufficiency.

I shifted closer to him, my saree too loose to hold up slipping away. I left it as it was and shifted closer to him.

He was busy in his own thoughts and now that i see it ,His eyes held possessiveness, his closed his eyes for a moment but the next moment he held me by my waist and pulled me right on top of him. My saree long descarded and only my petticoat and blouse left.

He adjusted me on his waist as I held my breath for a while to think well. He shifted his hands to my hips and started squeezing my Butt through my petticoat. My eyes shut with the sensation, but I knew what this was leading to.

He pulled way his one hand and stared as me as I saw his other hand land to the buttons of my blouse. I didn't deny but the curiosity was driving me crazy. He opened my blouse and my tits pulled out. His eyes darkened as he took in the fact that I didn't wear any bra underneath.

"Hamara Ling bhale hi kaam na Kare lekin hum tumhe kisi aur mard ke pass jaane ki vajah nahi denge Nidhi, hamne Soch tha ki agar tum hamare baare me Jan ne ke baad hamein akele chodna chahogi to hum tumhe jaane denge lekin jab tumne hamare sath rehne ka faisla liya hai toh hum bhi tumhe koi vajah nahi denge apne faisle par pachtane ki~"]

[My dick might not be active but I will not give any reason to be with any other man nidhi, I thought that if you decided to leave me after knowing about my condition i will let you leave but now that you chose to stay with me , I will never give you the reason to regret your decision ~]

He moulded my boobs in his palms and swiftly pulled Me closer and latched onto my nipples. His tongue swiftly moving and licking my bud with my eyes Rolling  back and then I felt something,  the wetness between my legs.

I needed to compose myself. I can't let him know about my wetness. I tried holding my Moans and bit on my lower lips hard. His mouth devouring my nipples endlessly. Both of them. I couldn't hold back as I left moaned.

He separated and pulled my lips to him and started kissing me. His tongue Licking and sucking my Lips and soon his tongue all the way inside my mouth.

No, I can't let it progress any further. If I let myslef go so deep I might fail at what I need to ensure of. To love my husband without any sexual expectations. But this was too good to let go. This is too raw, so wrong, but at the same time so right.

His hand tugged at my petticoat.

No I haven't worn a panty, and most importantly I am wet, and I don't want him to know,