Twins innocent wife: Office romance

The next morning dawned bright and crisp, sunlight filtering through the penthouse curtains as Nandini stirred awake in the massive bed. Her body ached pleasantly from the previous night's tender preparations, a soft reminder of her husbands who can't jeep their hands to themselves. 

Maanav and Manik were already up, dressed in sharp suits that hugged their broad shoulders and tapered waists, their dark hair neatly combed.

 They leaned over her, each pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead and lips, their hands stroking her bare skin under the sheets.

'Jaan, we have an important meeting at the office today,' Maanav murmured, his voice deep and reassuring as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. 'But we'll be thinking of you every second.' 

Manik nodded, his fingers tracing her collarbone before pulling away reluctantly.

 We can't wait to come back to you.' With final kisses that left her lips tingling, they left, the door clicking shut behind them.

Nandini stretched languidly, her breasts shifting with the movement, nipples hardening in the cool air. 

She slipped from the bed, her naked form gliding through the penthouse  

She freshened up and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, she hummed softly while chopping vegetables and simmering rice, her hips swaying naturally. The aroma of gravy and rotis filled the air, her love for her husbands. Once done, she packed the tiffin with care, then headed to the wardrobe.

Selecting a red net saree that shimmered like flames, she draped it expertly over her petticoat and blouse. 

The sheer fabric clung to her curves, the net revealing glimpses of her smooth skin beneath—the deep cleavage where her mangalsutra nestled, the flare of her wide hips, and the rounded swell of her ass. 

Her blouse was low-cut, pushing her breasts up invitingly, and the saree's pallu draped properly over her frame. 

She applied a touch of kohl to her innocent eyes and fresh sindoor, her reflection showing a woman both demure and devastatingly alluring. Grabbing the lunch box, she stepped out, the elevator whisking her to their corporate empire.

The Malhotra office towered in the city skyline, a glass monolith of power. 

Nandini navigated the bustling lobby with shy smiles to the staff who greeted her as 'Mrs. Malhotra,' her cheeks warming under their admiring glances.

 She took the private elevator to the top floor, heart fluttering as she approached the twins' shared executive suite. Knocking softly, she entered to find Maanav and Manik wrapping up their meeting.

Their PA looked at her and after wishing her left the cabin to give them privacy.

'Our jaan is here,' Manik announced, his eyes lighting up as he rose, crossing the room in long strides. Maanav followed, both men enveloping her in hugs that pressed her against their suited forms. 

'You look exquisite,' Maanav breathed, his hand sliding to the small of her back, fingers splaying possessively. The door locked behind, sealing their privacy.

Nandini blushed, setting the tiffin on the massive oak table. 'I made your favorites— You must be hungry na.' She unpacked it with gentle hands, arranging plates as they pulled up chairs around her. 

But their touches never ceased; Manik's fingers grazed her wrist as she served, Maanav's knee brushing hers under the desk his hand on her thigh.

 She fed both bites, but soon turned to her, Maanav holding a morsel to her lips. 'Eat love,' he coaxed, watching her chew with dark hunger in his gaze.

As lunch progressed, the air thickened with tension. Maanav wiped a smudge of gravy from her chin with his thumb, then sucked it clean, his eyes locked on hers. 

'You're too tempting in this saree,' he growled softly, his free hand slipping under the table to caress her thigh through the net fabric. 

Nandini gasped, her fork pausing mid-air, but she didn't pull away. 

Manik leaned in, nuzzling her neck. 'We love you so much jaan. Let us show you how much we missed you.'

The plates cleared hastily, and Maanav swept them aside, lifting Nandini onto the desk's edge. Her saree rode up, exposing the creamy expanse of her thighs. 'Our Beautiful girl,' he whispered cupping her face for a deep kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth with possessive tenderness. 

Manik stood behind her, hands roaming her sides, thumbs circling her hardened nipples through the blouse. 'Our perfect wife,' he murmured, kissing her shoulder as he unpinned the pallu, letting it slide away to reveal the sheer blouse straining over her breasts.

They undressed her slowly at first, 

Manik unlacing her blouse to free her heavy tits, suckling one nipple while Maanav lavished the other with licks and gentle bites. Nandini moaned, arching into them, her innocence shining through in her wide-eyed.

 'Maanav ji... Manik ji... here? In your office?' she whispered, but her body betrayed her arousal, pussy growing slick beneath the petticoat.

'Yes, here,' Maanav replied, voice husky with care. 'We can't keep our hands off you, jaan. You're ours to cherish.'

 He hiked up her saree and petticoat, fingers finding her wet folds, stroking her clit with firm circles that made her whimper. 

Manik freed his cock from his pants, thick and veined, pressing it against her ass cheek as he ground slowly. 'Feel how hard you make us? All for you. 

Maanav dropped to his knees, spreading her legs wide on the desk, and buried his face in her pussy. He licked her slit from bottom to top, tongue flicking her clit before sucking it hard, drawing maons from her throat.

 Nandini's hands clutched his hair, her body trembling as he thrust two fingers inside her tight heat, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars. 'So sweet, our love,' he whispered between laps, his free hand massaging her thigh.

Manik captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he pinched and twisted her nipples, milk beading at the tips from the lactation pills' lingering effects. He broke away to lap at the droplets,  

Look how hard you make junior Malhotras for you" 

he teased guiding her hand to his throbbing cock. 

Nandini stroked him instinctively, her naive fingers wrapping around the girth, pumping shyly as he groaned against her skin.

Rising, Maanav shed his pants, his cock springing free—long and rigid. He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head along her soaked pussy. 'I love you, jaan,' he said softly, eyes meeting hers before thrusting in deep.

 Nandini cried out, her walls clenching around his invasion, the stretch burning sweetly. He fucked her with hard pulling out almost fully before slamming back, desk creaking under them—but tempered with care, one hand stroking her cheek, whispering, 'You're doing so well for us.'

Manik watched, stroking himself, then moved behind her as Maanav slowed to grind deep. 'My turn to care for you,'

 Manik said, lifting her slightly to access her ass. He spat on his fingers, circling her tight ring before pushing one in, then two, scissoring gently to prepare her.

 Nandini whimpered, overwhelmed, but Maanav kissed her tears away. 

 With that, Manik pressed his cockhead to her ass, inching in slowly at first, as he seated himself fully, both brothers filling her completely.

Maanav thrusting up into her pussy while Manik pounded her ass from behind, their cocks separated by only a thin wall, rubbing against each other through her. 

Nandini's body jolted with each double penetration, tits bouncing wildly, her cries echoing in the office. 'Fuck, jaan, you are so tight,' Maanav grunted, but his hand found hers, interlacing fingers. Manik nipped her earlobe. 'Come for us, love—we've got you.'

The intensity built, their hands everywhere—groping her breasts, slapping her ass lightly, fingers on her clit.

 Nandini shattered first, pussy and ass spasming around them, squirting juices that soaked Maanav's shirt. 

Manik continued his thrusts erratic. Maanav followed, flooding her pussy with hot cum, groaning her name. Manik pulled out last, flipping her to her knees on the desk and shoving into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, tongue swirling his tip as he face-fucked her. 

He came down her throat, holding her steady. 'Swallow for us, jaan—every drop.'

Panting, they pulled her into their laps on the office couch, cleaning her with wipes from a drawer, kissing her forehead.

  Maanav wrapped her in his jacket. Manik nodded, feeding her a sip of water. 

'Rest now, love. We'll take you home soon.' Nandini curled between them, sated and cherished, their hands still holding possessively over her skin.