The Veiled Bride’s Secret – Part 6: Vikram’s Unhappy Wife
After the grand “consummation” night, life in the Thakur haveli settled into a decadent routine. Shalini’s belly grew heavier, Priya and Lakshmi’s pregnancies were now visible under their sarees, and I continued living fully as Meera — the elegant, veiled bahu who attended every ritual with perfect grace. My heavy silver nath never left my septum, its chain a constant reminder of my place.
Vikram, Rajesh’s younger brother, had been married two years earlier to Anjali, a beautiful 23-year-old woman from a nearby village. Their marriage had never been a happy one. Anjali was fiery yet graceful, with a curvaceous figure, full breasts, and wide hips perfect for bearing children. But Vikram’s rough, impatient nature and frequent absences left her frustrated and untouched for months. The marriage remained largely unconsummated in any satisfying way. She grew bitter, often confiding quietly in Shalini.
One evening, after a family dinner, Shalini pulled me aside in my deep maroon saree. “Anjali needs what you gave me, beti. She deserves happiness… and this family needs more heirs. Vikram has agreed. Tonight, you will help make his wife smile again.”
My cock stirred beneath the petticoat.
Anjali was brought to the bridal chamber that night. She wore a simple yet elegant green saree, her eyes nervous but curious. She knew the family secret about me.
“Meera bhabhi…” she whispered as the door closed, leaving just the two of us at first. “I’ve seen how you please everyone. I want that. I want to feel desired… and I want a child.”
I stepped close, my bangles jingling softly. I lifted her chin and kissed her gently through my sheer veil. She melted instantly, her hands exploring my padded chest and slim waist.
We undressed each other slowly. I kept my blouse, mangalsutra, and the prominent nath on. Anjali lay back on the bed in just her petticoat, her full breasts heaving. I kissed down her body, lingering on her nipples before spreading her thighs and licking her wet pussy until she was moaning loudly, fingers tangled in my hair.
When she was dripping, I positioned myself between her legs. My hard cock slid into her tight, neglected cunt in one smooth thrust.
“Ahh… bhabhi… so deep,” Anjali gasped, wrapping her legs around me.
I fucked her with long, tender strokes at first, my hand caressing her belly. “I’m going to breed you properly, Anjali. Fill you with a child that Vikram never could.” The breeding talk made her clench around me.
Our pace grew faster. The sound of my bangles and her moans filled the room. I pounded her missionary-style, then flipped her onto all fours, gripping her hips and slamming deep while the nath chain swung wildly.
“Cum inside me… knock me up… make me yours,” she begged.
I exploded deep in her womb, pumping thick load after load. She came hard, her pussy milking every drop.
Vikram entered quietly, watching with dark lust. Rajesh and Shalini followed soon after.
The night turned into a full family celebration of Anjali’s new beginning.
Vikram fucked me from behind while I continued breeding his wife in missionary. “Thank you, bhabhi… fill my wife’s womb,” he grunted, pounding my ass as I thrust into Anjali.
Shalini, heavily pregnant, sat beside us, letting Anjali suck on her leaking breasts. Priya and Lakshmi joined, turning it into a beautiful, filthy orgy.
I took Anjali three more times that night — once while she rode me reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as I filled her again, and once in a passionate side-by-side embrace where I kissed her deeply, my nath pressed against her face.
By morning, Anjali was glowing, cum leaking down her thighs. “This is the happy ending I never had,” she whispered, kissing me tenderly.
In the following weeks, Anjali’s belly began to swell with my child. She became closer to me than ever — we often made love softly during the day in her chambers while the men were away. She loved riding me slowly while cradling her growing bump, whispering how grateful she was that the veiled bride had given her the pleasure and purpose her marriage had lacked.
Vikram was content watching and joining occasionally. The entire household now revolved around my secret cock and the growing number of pregnancies I had caused.
I remained the perfect saree-clad, nath-wearing bride — fucked daily by the brothers, yet the true breeder of the Thakur legacy.
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