Rohit Verma frowned through his

horn rimmed glasses at the email he

had received from an unknown
sender. In these days of viruses and
what not, he felt it prudent to ignore
rather than suffer from curiosity. Plus
it was a video file, so all in all a
specific no-no.

Something caught his eye. A little

flicker of recognition from the thumb-
nail. Perhaps it was a video he had
already seen? One that was
circulated on Whatsapp maybe?
Frowning till his glasses bunched up
on his nose like a giant insect, he
hesitated. Curiosity got the better of
him. His hands trembling slightly he
clicked upon the video file.

A woman appeared in front of the

camera, her face cut off from view.
Rohit could see that she wore a
maroon saree wound low around her
bare curvy waist and milky white
belly. Suddenly a mans hairy arms
reached out from behind and
encircled her waist, pulling the
woman's body a little away from the
camera and allowing Rohit a slightly
better view. Her face was still out of
focus, but, the man was now running
his hands all over her and began
playing with her body. His fingers
roamed over the softness of her
belly, her lush navel and then began
slowly, deliberately, began moving
downwards. The woman's hips began
gyrating with a certain primal
rhythm, grinding slowly into the male
standing expectantly behind her.

Rohit felt a faint stirring in his loins.

Whoever this woman was she was
hot. She knew how to move. How to
get into the mood. Rohit wished his
wife was more like that. But she had
a low libido. He only wished the
camera was not zoomed so much- it
kinda blurred out the important
details.

In the video, the mans hands slipped

lower to her thighs and began to pull
up the cloth of the saree. Rohit saw
the man gently pull up the hem of
the skirt on both sides, lifting it up to
her waist. Her pale thighs started to
get exposed and as the exposure
continued, Rohit was able to make
out her tantalizingly tight red panty.
Grabbing the cloth with one hand,
the man slipped his other hand into
the red silk panty and pulled it down
slightly. Rohit marveled at her crotch.
It was shaved in

some kind of triangular design. His

cock ached in his pants. How he
wished he could make his wife do
something kinky like this. Just for
that extra kick. But Ramya was too
chaste and religious to ever shave
her pussy like that!

"Ummmm..."

A soft sexy susurration escaped her

lips, as her mans hairy hands found
the warmth of her womanhood.

What struck Rohit was how hairy the

mans hands were. There was thick
hair even on the back of his palms.
Rohit watched as the hairy hand
disappeared completely into the
panty and started wriggling.

The woman moaned suddenly and

leaned forward, her maroon cut-
sleeve blouse and full breasts
projecting onto Rohit's screen. Rohit
almost got a glimpse of her face
before her thick black hair fell
forward hiding her countenance.
There was some kind of ripping,
pulling noises from behind, as
though something was being torn.

"No...no...please...don't..." the
woman murmured demurely, but
Rohit felt she was somehow not
being sincere. Her body seemed to
be responding too positively to the
man's ministrations. But since her
voice was muffled, he could not say
for sure. Behind her the mans
muffled voice rang forth
unintelligibly.

The ripping tearing noises continued.

Thick hairy hands wrapped

themselves around the woman's soft
arms. The man said something...

Then the woman's body twisted

upright, she groaned, projecting her
breasts on to the screen. She still
had her blouse on and Rohit
wondered idly when it was going to
come off. The woman was certainly
well endowed and the man behind
her would definitely want to sample
her wares. Rohit knew he would.

The woman's body jerked again and

she gasped, her hair fully covering
her face expect for her lips. They
were adorned with pink lipstick and
they quivered in tune with every
vibration of her body. The hairy
hands moved from her arms to her
chest smothering her still covered
breasts.

Rohit felt himself begin to harden as

the woman's boobs bounced against
the screen cupped in the mans
hands, her hair wild and swinging
madly. She moaned with guilty
pleasure every time some violent
force took her from behind, rattling
her breasts against the screen.

It did not take an erudite scientist to

figure that this woman was invaded
from behind, probably by a thick,
engorged and throbbing penis. The
man who was doing the taking was
not being too gentle with her. Rohit's
cock hardened further. More so than
when he was with his wife -try as he
might Ramya had never been fond of
rough sex-unlike this woman. Rohit
licked his lips. How lucky was this
man to be pounding away into this
woman like a mad rabid dog? Rohit
would kill to take his place.

"Please don't..." she pleaded into

Rohit's screen. "Please...it's too
big...too hard..."

The unseen man growled something

in response. He pulled her roughly by
her hair, making her stand upright
(her face was still hidden by her
thick black tresses), squeezed her
love-handles and started intensifying
his fucking. The woman made
strange mewling noises, and leaned
back against the mans body for
support. He again switched his fuck-
grip, placing his palms on her navel
and continued his assault on her
pussy from behind.

From faint glimpses of the man that

Rohit could glean, he was tall and
muscular (of course hairy) and
completely naked. The woman
however was still partially clothed
wearing her blouse as well as her
saree. The man was slightly dark of
skin, while the woman was pale and
milky. All these contrasting sexual
details aroused Rohit immensely. His
cock was now testing his pants.

Sighing Rohit, released his manhood

and stroked it.

"Oh God...I cant...I cant anymore!"

The lady declared even as her face
contorted from the unbelievable
pleasure she was surely receiving as
her lovers raging hard ploughed
through her body.

Rohit imagined the man sliding into

her from behind, delivering
impossibly powerful strokes, that
touched and stretched every inch of
her eager pussy from the inside out.

"Yes you can." He grunted. "I am

going to make you cum, then I am
going to cum inside you."

"No you can't," she gasped, "I am

not on the pill."

"But I have already cum inside you

once already," the man retorted, "it
wont make any difference." So the
two had coupled before, Rohit
thought.

"No please...I...Don't want to become

pregnant!"

The man cut her off, turning her face

towards him and began kissing her
deeply. He did not pause even for a
moment in his fucking."I want you to
cum for me," he said, his voice
supplicant and commanding all at
once. "If you do become pregnant,"
he added, "make sure it's a nice
baby boy."

Rohit was lost in what was going on.

This man was an obvious alpha
male. Something he had always
wanted to be. So many times he had
wanted to cum into his wife Ramya,
but she would always over rule him.
This man did not care about such
things as respect for women. The
man was going to fuck her till she
came or he did. By the way she was
moaning her delight, Rohit knew she
was close to her limits. What did it
take to make a woman cry out like
that? Was it just a big cock? Was it
technique?

Experience maybe? Rohit had never

slept with anyone but his wife Ramya
and he knew that he would never be
able to get her to make those kinds
of sexual noises. Not in this lifetime.
He had never once made her cum.
He could not fuck her in a standing
position as this beast of a man was
doing.

He was humiliated and aroused all at

once. It frightened him, but made
him harder than hard.

"Ungh...unghhhh...unghhhh..."
The lady was now babbling, her
coherence and cognition, replaced
by her need for the rousing hardness
deep inside her.

Whatever the tryst had started out

as, it was clear to Rohit, that it had
evolved into uncontrollable mating
between man and woman. He knew
that often women had certain
emotional blank spaces that
opportunistic men could exploit and
twist into savage want. Instinct told
him that was probably what was
happening here. It was clear that the
woman was being exploited for some
of

her immediate emotional needs. The

man seemed in total control of her
body.

"Cum for me baby..." He said softly,

"please cum for me..."

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The sound of cock grinding into cunt,

was sending Rohit over the edge.

"Ah...ahhhh...ahhhhhhh..."

With a torturous wail, the woman's

body started to shake, her pale
thighs shivering against her lover.
Her scream started rising and the
mans hairy hands made another
appearance and began to massage
her pussy in the front. Rohit watched
fascinated as some kind of fluid
started spurting from in between the
lady's soft legs. He wondered if the
intense fucking had made her
release her bladder. The few glances
he had been allowed of the mans
cock was enough to tell him that he
was formidably endowed. Men with
great size could compress a woman's
bladder through incredible pressure
on the vagina.

"Oooooof..." she gasped as the man

slammed her forward, her veiled
face, now covering the entire screen.
She had hardly recovered from her
orgasm, before her lover started
fucking her again. Her head bashed
against Rohit's screen and she
slumped sideways exhausted, her
hair plastered across her face with
warm salty sweat.

The hairy man was now ramming her

with out any control; his hand
smashing her face into whatever
desk or surface she was lying on.
The woman's pink tongue lolled out
and saliva drooled from her mouth.
Her head jerked with each brutal
thrust.
This scene was too much for Rohit to
take and he watched haplessly as his
cock shot out a thick white stream of
semen. He did not even need to
stimulate his organ!

The hairy man roared and the lady's

head bucked wildly and helplessly as
she was being inseminated from
behind. He grabbed her by her
shoulder as he emptied his pleasure
into her and collapsed on top of her.
The two lay panting for a while,
before hairy hands again grabbed
her hair and started kissing her.

"I can feel your cum inside me," she

murmured, "It feels so warm..."

They began kissing for a long time

and finally detached from each other
and they both stared into Rohit's
screen. It was quite clear that they
were both unaware that they were
being recorded. Rohit had earlier
believed that this was a voluntary
sex tape.

He realized he was quite mistaken.

He removed his glasses with hands

that shook so badly, he lost hold of
them and they shattered on the
floor. He stood up and shoved the
computer screen away from him.
Cold sweat poured down his face. His
heart hammered into his chest like a
wild beating drum. He tore open the
front of his shirt which seemed to be
stifling him.

The tired, sweaty, sexually satisfied

faces of his wife and his younger
brother mocked him from the screen.

Ramya and Alok! How could they do

this to him? His own brother? And his
wife! His brother had suffered a
recent tragedy, but that was not a
good enough excuse. His own
brother had fucked his wife till she
peed! Or worse till she carried his
child!

And it suddenly dawned on Rohit

that he had just enjoyed the
infidelity of his wife and brother and
had orgasmed to it. What did that
make him? And he had hardly been
able to recognize his wife's own
body! How long had it been since
they had had sex? Two months?
Three?

Something else niggled at him

through his shock and betrayal. Who
had sent him the tape? Who had
recorded it and why? What did they
have to gain from all this?

CHAPTER 2
Rohit's younger brother Alok had lost
his wife in a tragic accident. Ever
since then Rohit's wife Ramya had
started caring for him and Alok's son
Vishal and daughter Neha. Rohit
presumed that his wife's affair with
his younger brother had began
somewhere around then. He had not
thought much on how much time his
brother and his wife had started
spending together.

That was until his visualization of

their graphic sexual union.

Rohit and Alok were the most

mismatched brothers ever. Where
Alok was tall, strapping and athletic,
Rohit was short, nerdy and
completely negligible. Growing up
with a younger brother who was
taller and more endowed, left a deep
psychological scar on Rohit which
made him feel woefully inadequate.
Those scars were now as nothing
compared to the tumultuous
upheaval of his emotions. The image
of his wife's twisted face, moaning in
orgasm as his brother banged his
complete length and girth in and out
was seared in his memory.

Rohit could understand his rage,

decipher it even, equating it to the
barest betrayal. What he could not
understand and what scared him
was his deep and almost demented
arousal. Why did he, Rohit, feel such
pleasure perforating his pain?

Why had he masturbated five times

in a row watching the video over and
over again? Why had he even
watched the damn thing again
instead of simply deleting it?

Rohit wiped sweat off his forehead

and wondered how he would ever
confront his wife or his brother ever
again? He could understand his
brothers need for womanly
companionship after his wife's death,
but what need did his wife fill by
fucking her own brother-in-law? Did
she need a younger man than him or
just a bigger cock? Would he have
felt a little better if it was someone
else other than his brother? It was a
complicated question.

And again: Who the fuck sent him

the video? and what did they have to
gain from all this?

If Rohit did not stop this now, his wife

and brother would continue fucking.
He had seen their bodies grinding
hard against each other and knew
that they were very hot for each
other and were surely going to fuck
again.
Confronting them now would be a
disaster. It would wreck everything.
He knew he had to make a hard
choice. He had to find out how and
why this had happened. More
importantly he had to find out the
agenda of the person sending the
videos. Was it blackmail? Was it
some enemy of his wife or brother?
He had to wait and see if the
mystery person would make their
next move.

"Uncle Rohit!"

Rohit almost fell of his chair. He

hastily slammed shut his laptop,
which had been playing the sex tape
on a loop.

"Neha," Rohit said, managing a smile

he did not feel, as he turned towards
his niece, "what are you doing here?
Has Ramya returned?"

"Rohit uncle, are you missing your

wife that much?" Neha teased. "She
is still shopping with papa."

Rohit felt a distinct stab of unease.

Normally this new would not have
affected him at all. But in light of
recent events even such a small
thing gained a trajectory of its own.
"Well what is it that Ramya wants to
buy?" Rohit asked, feigning
disinterest.

"Probably something nice to look

good for you." Neha continued her
teasing.

Rohit adjusted his glasses. So Alok

was shopping with Ramya. Was Alok
buying his wife sexy lingerie so he
could fuck her later in the night?
"She never dresses to impress me,"
Rohit grumbled, "it's probably to
impress her boss or someone else."

"Why would you say that?" Neha

asked, sounding a bit taken aback.

"Oh it's nothing," Rohit finished,

waving his hand. He regarded his
niece. She was slim and tall like her
father with long black hair. She wore
a tight white tee shirt that exposed
her belly, like the younger
generation did these days. She wore
black track pants that hugged her
hips tightly.

"Do you really have to dress like

that?"

Neha rolled her eyes. "My father

doesn't seem to mind."

"Your father doesn't seem to mind

many things these days," Rohit said
rather casually.

"Rohit uncle is something wrong?

What the matter?" Neha came over
and placed a concerned hand on her
uncle's shoulder.

"I am sorry my dear. Just had a hard

day today. Lot of stress. But what am
I saying, you are the one with the
tragedy. Not me."

Neha's lip quivered slightly. "I miss

my mom," she said sadly.

"I wish she was still around. I miss

her too."

"Really?" Neha asked, "I did not

know you two were close."

"Suffice it to say if your mother was

still around things would have been
less complicated around here,
Neha."

"On that we are agreed," Neha said

softly, tears upon her eyes, giving
her uncle a soft and firm hug.

CHAPTER 3

It did not take long for the second

video to arrive in Rohit's gmail
account. Rohit viewed the thumbnail
with mixed feelings; a part of him
felt like he had just been kicked in
the balls, but the other part of him, a
part he still denied existed, wanted
to see the tryst between his wife and
her lover- his own brother.

The right thing to do would be to

delete the file and move on with his
life. Perhaps he should confront
Ramya and ask her to stop. But this
embarrassed him too much. He
would have to beg his wife to stop
having sex with his well endowed
brother and this was too humiliating
for him to do.

Rohit frowned as he read some small

text in a different font at the bottom
of the email. It read: IF YOU DO NOT
TAKE SUITABLE ACTION EVEN AFTER
THIS VIDEO I WILL START POSTING
THEM ON PORN SITES. EVERYONE
WILL COME TO KNOW WHAT YOUR
WIFE IS UP TO. ARE YOU EVEN A
REAL MAN?

Anger flooded him at first but was

then replaced by acceptance. The
message was apt. But he realized
that there was something a tad
personal to it. The person had some
intense dislike for either Alok or his
wife Ramya. This complicated
matters for Rohit and he started
sweating. This could be one of Alok's
numerous liaisons turned sour. He
somehow doubted Ramya had
anyone other than he and his
brother, she had been a virgin when
she was married.

Biting his lips till they bled, Rohit

clicked on the file.

He hoped against hope that this was

not his wife that it was some other
file. But life rarely succumbs to a
persons inner demands. Ramya was
there, her back to the hidden
camera, dressed in something she
would have never dreamed of
wearing when she was around him.
She wore a tight black leather thong,
so tight it spread her soft white ass
and made her pink pussy lips bulge
outwards. A man stood in front of
her.

The camera seemed to be recording

from a more strategic location than
before and the clarity was getting
much better. Whoever was recording
was getting better with their skills.
Rohit swallowed hard. He was not
necessarily sure this was a good
thing.

Ramya's body covered Alok fully and

Rohit could not see him, but a
familiar hairy hand grabbed Ramya's
thong clad ass, fingers digging deep
into the crack. The searching fingers
parted the thong, exposing the
puckered pink butt hole and velvet
pussy lips that seemed to pout.
Ramya moaned softly as she was
smacked on her butt hole. The dark
hairy hands spanked her again and
again. Harder each time till she
started yelping in pain. But Rohit
watched fascinated as she seemed
to be encouraging him on.

Alok fused his mouth to his sister-in-

law's cutting off her screams. Their
bodies wrapped tightly around each
other they began kissing
passionately. Rohit watched the
thong drop to the floor and eager
finger spread those white ass cheeks
exposing the small anal opening.

Suddenly the video changed and

Rohit was startled by a view of his
brothers hairy asshole. His legs were
spread and...what was he doing?

Alok seemed to be stroking his

erection on his sister-in-law's soft ass
running the thick shaft up and down
all the way from her anus to the
lowest part of her pussy. Both her
butt hole and pussy were wet and
glistening with juices, as was Alok's
dick. Rohit realized that some parts
of the recording had been cut. It was
clear that his wife's cunt had been
ravaged by his brothers meat as it
looked raw and puffy. Why had the
mystery person omitted the fucking
that had taken place? As a husband
Rohit should have been glad that he
did not get to see his wife getting
filled by his own brother. But that
secret side of his personality was
disappointed.

Rohit watched with biting

anticipation as Alok guided his cock
in line with Ramya's anal opening.
He had pulled back the foreskin and
the thick pink mushroom shaped
head rubbed against her tight butt
hole. He watched his brothers
buttocks tighten momentarily.

"Aieeeeeeeeeeeee...ooooooooooooo
oooooh!!"

His wife's shriek of pain and surprise

was followed by sounds of her being
pleasured and they seemed to cut
across time and boundary and
stabbed Rohit's eardrums like a
spike.

Alok's cock head had now

disappeared into his wife's anus,
past the outer ring and Ramya was
groaning. She tried helplessly to free
herself, her hands flailing from the
front. Rohit realized that this was
perhaps the first time his wife was
experiencing anal sex. Though she
seemed excited and aroused about
trying something new, she seemed
unsure of herself. However it was still
a far cry from their own first night,
when Rohit had penetrated Ramya
for the first time.

Alok spread her buttocks firmly and

ground his meat further into the
tight virgin asshole. In response
Ramya's head jerked upwards, her
fingers clawing at the bed sheets.
"Oh God Alok your cock is too big,"
she moaned, "Alok please enough..."

Either Alok did not hear her or he

was getting turned on by her
pleading and begging. Rohit
suspected the former. Each time his
wife spoke about the size of his
brothers cock, Rohit felt a sick
twinge of his manhood. He realized
that she was perhaps not really
complaining about the size, but
rather in awe of the cock filling her
buttocks.

Alok retracted his member slightly,

admiring the juices that glistened on
Ramya's ass and then suddenly
without warning slammed it forward
completely destroying Ramya's anal
cherry. Her legs kicked and bucked
and her screams started becoming
primal moans and Rohit realized that
Alok was deep enough to start
causing anal pleasure to his wife.

He watched both horrified and

fascinated as his brother and his wife
started indulging in noisy, messy
anal sex. Ramya's ass cheeks
quivered each time Alok slammed
into her, her feet up in the air, her
thighs spreading wider and wider to
accommodate the monster that was
claiming her.

The video shifted angle again and

Alok propped up Ramya's butt,
spread his legs wide, his hands
gripping her bare shoulders and
thrust into her vertically from above.
Her anus was now completely dilated
due to the penetration by Alok's
thick girth. Alok neatly guided his
erection and erection slipped easily
into the stretched butt hole, as
compared to the first time.
Alok pushed pushed more of his
length in slowly and Rohit's mouth
hung open as his wife's anus gaped
in response. He had never much paid
attention to his wife's butt hole, but
now he felt aroused as that tiny
opening had become so big in
response to his brothers anal
invasion. Why, his own cock would
have slipped in easily and
completely at just the first stroke.

"Unghhhhhhhhhh..." Ramya howled

from deep within her throat, as she
felt her brother-in-law, ventured
deeper and deeper into her
uncharted territory. "Please Alok it
feels like you are tearing me in half,"
she rasped, "I may get injured."

Alok chuckled softly and smacked

her butt mischievously. "Don't worry
Bhahbi(eldest brothers wife)," he
said in a strained husky voice, " I
have applied enough lube on my
cock and inside your ass. I will be
able to fuck your ass without much
trouble. And Bhabhi," he added as an
after thought," I have never fucked a
tight juicy ass like yours before. I
want to fuck you here many more
times. Do you think I will dare injure
you? Don't worry, just trust in me."

"Alok please," she begged, "have

mercy on me. Your cock is not Rohit
size. It is nearly double or triple. I
know you are trying to achieve depth
and it feels...so good...but I am
scared of your size."

Rohit froze. His wife was discussing

his penis size with her lover-his
younger brother, and speaking about
first time anal as though it was
coffee conversation.
"Alok please," Ramya groaned as she
felt the muscular cock, twist and turn
in her asshole, she turned, her
dishevelled face and hair towards
the camera. Rohit was shocked to
see her make-up all smudged, her
face a mixture of pain, pleasure and
fearful anticipation. "Alok please this
is enough for today. You have
entered my body where I have not
even allowed my own husband, your
brother to touch. You have scored
over him. Lets continue this another
day."

"My brother has not fucked you

properly, not even in your pussy
Bhabhi. But I will more than make up
for his inadequacies as a man. I will
pleasure you like no tomorrow. I
NEED to take your beautiful virgin
ass tonight Bhabhi." Alok's voice was
so dominating, so commanding, yet
so full of need...
Rohit watched his wife's body
language change, and knew she was
about to submit completely to her
brother-in-law.

Alok clucked softly, knowing by

experience how easy it was for him
to subvert his brothers wife to his
sexual whims.. A part of him seemed
to feel sad for his brothers wife. But
then he glanced in front of him and
saw his Bhabhi's white quivering
buttocks, her soft boobs swaying to
and fro, the lush curves of her belly,
those lovely milky white thighs
parting just for him.

"I am a merciful man Bhabhi," he

said, "but my cock isn't." He shifted
his weight and pressing on Ramya's
shoulders he sank his cock balls
deep into his brothers wife, his stiff
rod now bypassing even the deep,
inner anal ring. "Oh my God you are
too good Bhabhi," he whispered
softly, his hands now sliding around
her belly, "so soft so good," he
crooned. "I am sorry Bhabhi, I cannot
stop fucking your body."

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo...ahh
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ramya's feral howls reminded Rohit

of a wolf bitch in heat and had Rohit
holding his palm to his ears in
shame. Alok was pounding away,
withdrawing his cock till only the
pink head was visible at the anal rim
and then slamming it down deep into
her rectum. Rohit felt giddy and
lightheaded as he watched his
brother ravage his wife's beautiful
virgin ass. Her screams of intense
pleasure, begging him first to stop,
then begging him to fuck her harder,
turned Rohit rock hard and to his
shock his cock exploded deep inside
his pants.

Alok gripped her by her swinging

breasts now and fucked her with
ruthless determination, his entire
cock disappearing into her anus only
to reappear again and continue the
red, sticky assault. Alok groaned
gripping her body tightly and it was
clear that he reaching his end. After
one poweful incomparable thrust
deep into her ass crack, Alok stayed
that way his body continued shaking
and Rohit could observe his huge
bull-like balls clench and unclench as
he released load after steaming hot
load into his wife's anus.

Ramya was still screaming,

screeching and clawing the
bedsheets. Alok collapsed on top of
Ramya, squashing her into the bed
and their intertwined bodies still
twitched and jerked as though trying
to prolong their respective orgasms.
Finally after a long long time, Rohit
was glad to see his brothers cock slip
out of his wife.

Alok rolled to the side and Ramya

was still flat on her stomach, too
exhausted to even move, her spread
legs offering a good view of the
delights that lay between them.

Subtly the camera zoomed until the

focus came to rest directly on his
wife Ramya's freshly fucked butt
hole. The puckered hole gaped and
Rohit was able to see his brothers
cum slowly oozing out and dripping
onto the full pussy lips below, where
he knew his brothers seed would
wind its way to his wife's soft womb.

So the mystery recorder had filmed

this live, Rohit realized, in order to be
able to zoom that way. He felt sick
knowing that the person was
probably in the room when the
fucking took place. This somehow
embarrassed him more than
watching his wife get butt-fucked by
his only brother.

He knew now with deathly certainty

that the person who recorded the
video would be as good as their
word. If he, Rohit, did not do
something fast, this video of his wife
and younger brother would soon find
it's way on the net and the spicy
contents would make it hotly viral.