I climbed on top of him and removed my hairpin. He watched me with dark eyes as I shook my head to let my hair cascade down.

"Thaki nahi ho?" He whispered and ran a hand through my hair. I clicked my tongue, "Na."

(Are you not tired?)

(Nope.)

I removed the pallu of my sari, "Sharam nahi aati aapko? Pati hokar itne jaldi thak jaate ho? Biwi se hi sabhi kaam karvaoge?"

(Aren't you ashamed? You're the husband, and yet you're the first to get tired. Will you make your wife do all the work?)

Bhairav Ji smirked a little. He tucked both his arms under his head, "Zubaan sambhal kar upyog karo, biwi... Warna bahut pachtaogi."

(Be careful what you wish for, darling... Or you'll regret it soon.)

I unclipped my choli slowly. He was growing hard beneath me as I freed my breasts. "Mere bina aap ise kaise sambhaloge, hm?" I taunted, pressing my hand over his clothed member.

(How will you take care of this without me, hm?)

Bhairav Ji hissed, "Sanjana..."

I smiled and leaned over him to unbutton his shirt. My husband grabbed my neck without warning and pulled me towards him for a kiss. My tongue slid into his mouth with ease. There was the familiar taste of alcohol and cardamom... It was bitter, but I had missed it so much.

As my hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, Bhairav Ji tugged at my pleats and eventually brought the entire sari down, along with my underskirt.

I sat up this time, panting, excited. It had been far too long since I had a taste of him. And by now, I was facing withdrawal symptoms.

"Sanjana," he grabbed my wrist firmly, "Vaid Ji ne kaha hai... Hume jaldi nahi karni chahiye. Kya tum puri tarah se theek ho? Koi kamzori toh nahi? Agar dard hai toh mai ruk sakta hu..."

(Sanjana, the doctor told us not to do anything in a hurry... Have you recovered entirely? If it hurts somewhere, I can stop...)

I froze. The kind of concern he showed me now reminded me of how he used to be when I was a kid. It was the same soft tone, the same unreadable eyes. I couldn't help but blush.

"Ab pehle jaisa dard nahi hai... Mai theek hu Ji..."

(It doesn't hurt like before... I'm fine...)

He hummed, "Agar dard ho raha hai toh bata dena."

(If it hurts, don't hesitate to tell me.)

I nodded and leaned down to peck his lips. "Aapko sach mei meri itni parvah hai?" I whispered.

(Do you really care about me that much?)

He pretended to bite my nose, making me squirm, "Tum hamesha aise sawal kyu karti ho?"

(Why do you always ask such dumb questions?)

"Ah!" I gasped when he flipped me with ease and got on top.

I hugged the pillow tightly and pressed my face into it. Bhairav Ji pushed my hair to one side while peppering kisses on my neck and shoulder. He was definitely going to leave hickies again.

"Ji, aah-!" I moaned when he cupped my breasts from behind. His skilled hands pinched and twisted my nipples. It hurt so much. My breasts felt especially heavy and painful as I couldn't feed the kids much today.

My husband froze.

A drop of milk had trickled down his hand.

I was so embarrassed.

"Um... A-ah... D-dard... Ho raha hai...."

(Um... A-ah...I- I... It... It h-hurts...)

He turned me just a little, just enough so he could see my face. "Kaha dard ho raha hai?" He frowned.

(Where does it hurt?)

"D-doodh..."

(My b-breasts...)

His brows raised just a little, and I looked away in embarrassment.

"Mujhse kya sharmana...?" Bhairav Ji mumbled and leaned down to my face. "Agar aise karne mei aur dard ho raha hai toh bata dena."

(Why are you shying away from me...? Tell me if it hurts more when I do this.)

I blinked at him, "K-kaise...?"

(D-do what...?)

My eyes widened when the man licked the drop of milk clinging to my nipple. I had never seen something as erotic as that.

"A-aah!" I moaned even more when he latched his mouth to my breast. Bhairav Ji began sucking, and oh, it felt so incredibly wrong, yet good. He was easing my pain.

"Dard hai?" He pulled away. A drop of milk trickled down his lips, and I shook my head, "Rukiye mat, Thakur Ji... Aur... Aur chahiye..." I whispered, pressing my head further into the pillow as I couldn't look at him.

(Does it hurt?)

(Don't stop, Thakur Ji... Do... More...)

My husband smiled a little. And before I knew it, his mouth was latched to my other breast, sucking away like a starved beast. His hard cock was already grinding at my entrance, and I couldn't wait anymore. My hand found his hard member, and I guided it easily inside me.

Bhairav Ji sighed in satisfaction. His hand wrapped around my throat as he began moving.

"Itni geeli ho gayi mere liye?"

(Did you get so drenched for me?)

I was so lost in the sensation. I could barely comprehend anything as his thick cock pounded me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure, and I bit down on my lip.

"Jawab do, meri rani," Bhairav Ji pushed his thumb into my mouth.

(Answer me, love.)

"M-mm.... Mmm.... Aaah..."

He kissed my nose, smiling, "Meri gilehri itne mahino se tadap rahi thi? Ek baar bol deti toh yeh pehle hi karta."

(You've been waiting all these months? If you had said one word, I would have done this before.)

He quickened his thrusts, and tears slipped down my face when he spanked my ass hard.

"Ah!" I arched my back.

While his mouth was busy biting and sucking my breast, his hand would fondle the other one. Bhairav Ji was thrusting into me with sheer greed as well. The look in his eyes told me that he yearned for more... And more... And more...

There was no end to his lust. No end to his hunger to claim me.

I couldn't feel anything more except his hot ragged breathing on my breast, the slapping of our skin, and my own limbs trembling from the exercise. I couldn't take it any longer. I was going to cum. Hard.

"M-Mai... Mai..." I whimpered, unable to think of words to say.

(I- I... I... )

Bhairav Ji slowly let go of my breasts, but that didn't mean he was gentle with the fucking. I still moaned and whimpered his name.

"Shh..."

He held the side of my face and brushed my damp cheeks with his thumb.

"Mere nazro mei meri biwi se zyada khubsurat kaun ho sakta hai?" He mumbled, leaning in to kiss my ear. The sweet gesture only made me cry more. I hugged him tight, digging my nails into his back.

(Who can be more prettier in my eyes than my wife?)

"Bh- Bhairav Ji...!"

I squirted all over his cock. My entire body trembled. Bhairav Ji wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight. I hadn't felt that exhausted in ages. No part of me could move anymore. My husband emptied himself inside me at the same time, and before I knew it, I drifted asleep.