Forbidden Flames with My Sister-in-Law – Part 4

Hey everyone, it’s Suhail here, your guy who loves to spice things up! Thanks for all the love in the last three parts of my story. I’m so happy to hear your praise. It means a lot! I got so many messages from girls wanting to feel the same hot romance I had with Neha.

Even some men ask me to romance their wives the same way. Guess what? I said yes to their proposals! I love sex to be spicy, and I’m all about that spiciness in life. Pour your love on me. I’m here to give love back. I will keep giving it wherever you are.

We finished, breathing hard, our bodies pressed together on the couch in the living room. I was still inside Neha, my hands holding her hands, her legs wrapped around me, her moans still ringing in my ears. The thrill of sneaking around while Nabeel was at work made it so intense.

Neha pulled away, sitting back on the couch, her hands covering her boobs, tears in her eyes, “What did we do, this is so wrong,” her voice breaking, her face red, shame hitting her hard. She looked at me, “Suhail, if Nabeel finds out, if my sister knows,” her voice shaking.

The thought of Ayesha, my wife, and her sister weighed her down. Her innocence fighting the desire she just gave in to. I sat beside her, my hand on her shoulder, “Neha, no one will know, we should do what makes us happy,” my voice soft, trying to calm her.

She shook her head, “No, I can’t, we can’t do this again,” tears falling. Neha quickly tried to wrap her saree around her body, and looked so hot. I got close again, put my hand on her waist, and pulled her to me. She said, “No, no,” but I kissed her lips wildly.

I took her saree off her hands, and pulled her close so her boobs touched my chest. She moaned and said in my ear, “You know how to put me on my knees,” and touched my dick, stroking it to make it hard. Then she spread her legs, kissed my face and neck, moaning loudly.

I pushed my dick in one go, she gasped and moaned, and the whole room filled with her sound after great sex. I said, “I keep you happy and make sure no one questions you, I will be beside you and never leave you.” She relaxed and kissed my lips. We dressed, and I kissed her forehead, “I’ll see you soon.”

After a few days, I sneak into Neha’s place. She’s alone, and her husband is out. She’s in a cord set green, tight, top showing her nude waist. “Neha, my love,” I whisper, kissing her neck and ear. My hand rubbing her pussy over the pants. She giggles. Her hands held mine, then she kissed my lips.

I pull her top off and whisper, “Need you,” no bra—her boobs look so hot. I press them hard and suck them, “I can die for these two.” She laughs and pushes my head closer to her boobs. She moans, “Suhail, yes,” pulling my shirt off, unzipping my jeans, stroking me, “Hurry, he may come soon.”

I tug her pants down. No panties, “Naughty girl,” I lift her onto the kitchen slab, spread her legs, and slide in tight, wet, thrusting slowly. She gasps, “Suhaill,” and bites my shoulder. Then we hear the main door open. She trembles, “He’s back!” she whispers, eyes wide.

I pull out fast, “Hide!” She grabs her cord set, and we rush to the guest room and hide under the bed together. He walks outside the guest room, “Neha?” calling out, steps heavy. We’re under the bed, breathing hard, pressed close. I feel her boobs against my chest, her body trembling.

He looks around, “Where’s she at?” Then he walks out after getting a call. I whisper, “Neha, now!” We stay under the bed, her eyes wild, “He’s gone,” the situation makes us hornier than ever, no words, just kissing hard. She moans, grabs my dick, and slides me in.

No condom this time, thrusting slow, her legs wrapping around me tight under the bed, “Don’t stop,” she whispers, trembling. I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow, the thrill making it hotter. She gasps, “Suhail, yes,” cumming, biting her lip. I finish, “Neha, fuck,” pulling out, hearts racing.

We fix ourselves. She pulls her cord set loose, and I zip my jeans. We stop near the door, catching our breath. I grin, “This was amazing, felt so pure.” Neha smirks, “Yeah, I cum like anything.”

Then she wraps her arms around my neck, teasing, “You scared of Nabeel, huh? And somebody was saying they’ll be beside me.”  I laugh, “We both hid together, I didn’t leave you, my beauty queen.” She giggles, “What would you do if he caught us?”

I wink, “I may continue fucking you—this between us is important.”  She laughs loudly, kissing my lips. Out of nowhere, she kisses my whole face, a series of quick kisses, her lips soft and playful, leaving me smiling.

Nabeel got suspicious—my many visits, Neha acting weird. That week, he put secret CCTV cameras in the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. Feeling jealous and curious, his mind full of doubt. At work, he looked at the videos on his phone, his heart beating fast, waiting to catch us.

That evening, he saw it—Neha moaning, my hands on her, our nude bodies together, her legs around me, how she gave in. His face turned red, his hands shook, and he felt shocked but also excited. He couldn’t stop looking. His secret watching habit started.

A month passes. Neha and I keep sneaking, but I notice Nabeel acting strangely. He smirks when I’m around, lingers too long, eyes on us. One day, I spot a tiny camera in the bedroom corner, blinking red. It hits me—he knows. He’s been watching us, enjoying it. I don’t tell Neha, but I decide to play with it.

The next evening, at Nabeel’s home, sitting in the living room, pretending to read. Neha’s in a saree, cooking in the kitchen. I walk in, “Neha, you got something on your face,” loud enough for him to hear. I grab her pallu, wiping her cheek slowly, my fingers brushing her lips, staring into her eyes.

She’s confused, “Suhail,” but blushes, loving it. Nabeel looks up, eyes sharp—I smirk, “You’re too pretty, Neha,” pulling her close, my hand on her nude waist, squeezing lightly. She whispers, “Suhail, behave, Nabeel is here.”

I glance at Nabeel. He’s gripping his book, face red, but I see the excitement in his eyes. “Neha, you’re the best cook,” I say, louder, feeding her a bite, my fingers lingering on her lips. She smiles, “Thanks, Suhail,” kissing my cheek quickly. Innocent to her, but I know he’s watching.

I whisper to her, “Later, I’ll taste more than food,” winking. She slaps my arm, “Naughty!” Nabeel shifts in his seat, pretending to read, but I know he’s hooked. I’m enjoying her more, teasing him more. Our forbidden days just got wilder.

Later, the tension had only grown. Neha and I kept sneaking around, stealing moments when Nabeel was at work, our encounters more daring as I knew Nabeel was enjoying us having sex. One evening, I visited, knowing Nabeel was home, “Hello, Nabeel, Neha,” smiling.

Nabeel opened the door, “Hello, Suhail, come in,” his voice casual, but his eyes sharp, watching us closely. Neha was in the living room, in a saree, her face flushing. We sat, sipping chai, the air heavy. I suggested a game, “It’s boring, let’s play dares—only dares, no truths.”

Neha hesitated, “I don’t know.” But Nabeel nodded, “Sounds fun, let’s do it,” with a glint in his eyes. We started with light. I dared Neha to feed me a sweet, her fingers brushing my lips, her face red, “Suhail, this is silly,” her touch lingering. Nabeel dared me to hold Neha’s hand for a minute.

“Nabeel, why?” her voice trembling, but she didn’t pull away. I dared Nabeel to do a belly dance, and he laughed and said, “I don’t know,” but we insisted, and he did. It was fun. I wanted to make it sexual, so I dared Neha to lip kiss Nabeel. They said, “No, no,” but I insisted.

They kissed. Nabeel got excited and asked Neha to remove her pallu and sit like that. Neha whispered, “Don’t get excited, Suhail is here.” But he said, “It’s okay, he is family, he usually sees your nude waist, chest, knees, legs, and sometimes cleavage too, so it’s fine if he sees it again.”

Neha looked at me, and I winked. Though she was confused, she removed her pallu and sat like that. Oh, she looked so hot. I was seeing her like this for the first time.

My turn, “Neha, dare.” I say, “Sit on my lap—just for a minute.” She gasps, “No, Suhail, no, that’s too much.” Nabeel shakes his head, “No way, Suhail—that’s wrong.” I smile, “Nabeel, it’s a game—she’s family, nothing bad.” He sighs, “Fine, but only a minute.”

She stands, trembling, “No, I can’t,” but sits on my lap—her ass soft. I hold her waist and press it softly, her navel looking soft. I stare at Nabeel’s eyes, and he looks at me. I touch her navel and circle it for a second, then I say, “You’re so light.”

She whispers, “Suhail, what are you doing? Nabeel is here,” I let her go after a minute. “See? Not so bad.” She sits back. Nabeel understands the game now, playing boldly without thinking of the outcome. Nabeel’s turn, “Suhail, dare.” He says, “Kiss Neha’s cheek—five seconds.”

Neha gasps, “No, Nabeel, no,” I laugh, “Come on, Neha.” Nabeel hesitates, “I don’t know.” I push, “Nabeel, it’s just a cheek—nothing big.” He nods, “Okay, do it.” I lean in, kissing her cheek—soft, warm, holding it longer, “You’re too cute,” I whisper. She pulls back, “Enough, no more.”

Neha’s turn, “Nabeel, dare.” She says, “Propose to me in front of Suhail.” He laughs and says, “Okay,” then kneels and proposes—it’s good. My turn, “Neha, dare.” I say, “Kiss me on the lips.” She cries, “No, Suhail, no, what are you saying?” Nabeel hesitates, “That’s too much, Suhail.”

I smile, “Nabeel, come on—it’s a small kiss, just a game.” He sighs, thinking for a while, “Fine, do it.” Neha’s in shock, but I grab her nude waist, pull her to me. It’s so hot, she’s still confused. I put my lips on hers—soft, shaky, trying to open her mouth while kissing.

But she doesn’t open. I try to grab her boobs, Nabeel says, “Hey, Suhail, that’s not part of the dare!” I say, “Okay, okay,” and smile. She wipes her mouth. “Suhail,” I whisper, “You’re so sweet, Neha.” It’s Neha’s turn, “Suhail, dare.” She says, “Remove your shirt, I want to see your dishum body.”

She looks at Nabeel, “Hope you don’t mind.” Nabeel replies, “Not at all.” I happily remove my t-shirt, and Neha and Nabeel both praise my fitness. My turn, “Neha, dare.” I say, “Take off your saree, or can I help you remove it?” She gasps, “No, Suhail,” I laugh, “It’s the game.”

Nabeel loudly says, “It’s a game, come on. By the way, this should stay between us.” Neha, confused, nods, and I nod too. She stands up, looking so hot—her pallu has already dropped. I hold her saree, and she rotates. The saree comes off in my hand and slides from her waist.

I’ve seen her nude many times, but this excites me a lot. Nabeel watches us, and there’s a thrill in that. I remove her saree fully, and she’s in just her petticoat and blouse. Nabeel’s turn, “Suhail, dare.” He says, “Take off your pants.” Neha cries, “No, Nabeel, no, this is going too far.”

I smile, “It’s okay, Neha—just a game.” Nabeel nods, “Do it.” I slide off my pants, now in my boxer shorts. Then we give some dares to Nabeel. Next, it’s my turn, and I dare Nabeel, “Remove Neha’s blouse.” Neha says, “What are you guys doing? You’re crossing all limits, and you’re not even drunk.”

She whispers in Nabeel’s ear, “No bra inside.” He gets excited and says, “It’s okay.” I tell him, “It’s just between us, only for tonight. Don’t spoil the game.” Without asking Neha, he removes her blouse. I’m in awe—don’t know why I’m so excited, like I’m seeing Neha’s boobs for the first time.

She covers her boobs, but I hold her hands, pulling them away, brushing her nude boobs. Neha is excited too, standing nude in front of both men who’ve seen her nude many times. Nabeel’s turn, “Suhail, dare.” He says, “Take off your boxers—keep them off.”

Neha gasps, “No, Nabeel, no,” I laugh, “Okay, Nabeel.” I slide them off—fully nude now. Neha looks away, “Suhail, please.” Nabeel’s breathing is heavy. he notices my hard dick and says, “Looks like Ayesha (my wife) is enjoying this.” I laugh and whisper to Neha, “Even his wife is enjoying.”

She smiles, enjoying the sight of my hard dick too. I don’t know what happens—without a dare, I untie her petticoat, and she doesn’t notice. I dare her, “Just stand up.” She’s shocked, “In all these naughty dares, you asked me just to stand?” Even Nabeel is shocked.

She stands up, and suddenly her petticoat falls. I laugh, she understands, hits me, and Nabeel laughs—Neha in just her panties. She throws the petticoat aside and sits down. I sit her on the couch, both nude, my hands on her waist, teasing slowly, “Neha, you’re looking so beautiful.”

I brush her hair back, “You’re looking so hot,” my fingers trailing down her arms, soft and gentle, making her shiver. She’s trembling, “Suhail, no, Nabeel is here,” but her hands touch my chest, hesitant. Nabeel’s watching, face red, “Okay, let’s continue!”

I want to see Nabeel touch Neha in front of me, so I dare Nabeel, “Suck Neha’s boobs.” Neha’s in shock, “Suhail, what dare is this?” To make Nabeel confident, she says, “We’ll do it in the room, not in front of you.” Nabeel replies, “Dare is dare.”

He pushes her to the couch and starts sucking Neha’s boobs one by one. My dick feels like it’s about to explode seeing this. Neha starts moaning, and I’m loving it. Once it’s done, Neha and Nabeel will be happy.

Nabeel dares me, “Lick Neha’s navel.” I push her to the couch, come on top of her, and start circling her navel with my tongue. She’s moaning like anything and enjoying it. While licking her navel, I grab her boobs. Nabeel is watching like he’s seeing porn.

It’s so good, we happily sit back on the couch, but then we’re shocked—Nabeel has removed his pant, taken out his dick from his underwear, and is stroking it. Neha understands the game now, opens up more, and gives a dare to both of us. She stands far from us and says, “Whoever catches me first gets a surprise.”

I rush and touch her first. She smiles, pushes me to the couch, looks at Nabeel, and says, “You have to watch this.” Then she holds my dick and starts licking, then gives a hard blowjob—it’s so, so good, I know she’s a pro at that. It’s so hot.

I pull her towards me, start smooching, our bodies rubbing, she’s moaning while kissing. We’re so involved we forget about Nabeel. He’s watching us being intimate, then says, “Suhail, dare—put your dick in Neha’s pussy.” I happily accept and remove Neha’s panties.

I whisper, “Neha, I’ll be gentle,” grabbing a condom, sliding in tight, wet, thrusting slow, “Neha, you feel good.” She’s stiff at first, kinda hesitant, “Suhail, I don’t know, what’s going on,” she stares at Nabeel, then looks away quickly.

Her hands are on my chest, but not gripping, just resting there, like she’s lost, her face all confused. “Neha, my love,” I whisper, hands on her waist, sliding to her back, pulling her in, my lips near her ear, “Wanna feel my dick?” Nabeel watches.

After a minute, Neha stops holding back—she gives in, her body loosening up, her hands grabbing my shoulders tighter, “Suhail, ohh,” she moans softly, like she always does with me when she gets into it.

I push deeper, “Neha, yes, like that,” her boobs bouncing, her legs wrapping around me, pulling me close, “Suhail, harder,” she gasps, her voice all shaky but wanting more, her nails scratching my back. Her hips moving with mine, just like before—crazy, wild, just us.

I kiss her neck, “You’re so hot, Neha,” my hands on her boobs, squeezing soft, then back to her ass, holding her tight, so hot but sweet too. She moans louder, “Suhail, yes, don’t stop,” her eyes half closed. Closed, sweat on her forehead, her body shaking, all into it now.

Like her usual self with me, not even thinking about Nabeel for a bit. Nabeel’s acting different—he leans in, eyes stuck on us sweat dripping down his face, mouth open a little, breathing fast, stroking his dick. He mumbles, “Yes, so beautiful,” so quietly that I barely hear.

I keep going, “Neha, you feel so good”, thrusting faster, her moans getting louder, “Ohh, yes,” her hands pulling me closer, legs squeezing me, her body arching into me, the couch creaking loudly. I whisper, “I love this, Neha,” hands on her hips, moving her with me, sweet but strong, “my girl.”

She gasps, “Suhail, yes,” cumming hard, her body shaking bad, her moans turning into little cries, “Suhail, ohh,” I cum too, groaning, “Neha, yes,” holding her tight, our bodies stuck together, nude, sweaty, lost in it.

We stop, breathing hard, and I rest my head on her boobs, just lying there for a bit, catching my breath. After a while, we fix ourselves and sit up. Neha wraps her saree, guilt hitting her like a wave. She starts crying softly, “What did we do?” her face red, tears rolling down, shame and confusion all over her.

Nabeel’s staring, face red, not saying a word, but his eyes scream everything—shock, want, maybe anger.

Days after the dare game, Neha avoids me—her guilt is too much, and she does not reply to my texts or meet me either. I keep calling, but she doesn’t pick up.

More to come, wait for the next part.

That’s all for now—I’m Suhail, your guy who lives for spicy romance and making dreams hot! I love giving love and keeping things wild, just like I did with Neha. Reach out to me at [email protected]—I’m ready to make your wishes sizzle!