Nandini: Twins innocent wife- Jealous punishment sex

 Nandini lay spread-eagled on the wide bed, wrists bound above her head with the black lace bra that had been stripped from her body only minutes earlier. Her 44DD breasts rose and fell with every shaky breath, silver rings glinting at her nipples. The vibrator buried inside her pussy hummed at its highest setting, the base pressed flush against her clit, while the thick silicone plug stretched her ass wide. Her torn panties lay discarded on the floor. For half an hour the twins had sat in the armchairs at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, watching every twitch and whimper that escaped her.

Maanav leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Still not allowed to come, baby.”

Manik’s smirk was sharp. “You wanted to laugh with your professor? This is what happens.”

Nandini’s hips jerked involuntarily as the vibrator pulsed against her swollen clit. A thin strand of slick slid down the curve of her ass and pooled around the plug. She bit her lip hard

Flashback 

 It had been 2 weeks since Nandini's college started 

 The twins were supportive. They helped her with assignments late at night, made sure she had time to study, even cooked for her when deadlines piled up. 

But their fucking had dropped from daily to whenever they could steal an hour. That afternoon, the twins finished a business meeting early. 

They decided to surprise her by picking her up from college. They waited outside the main gate in their black SUV, windows down, when they saw her step out. She wasn’t alone.

 A man in his early thirties walked beside her—tall, clean-shaven, wearing a crisp shirt and carrying a leather bag. He said something that made Nandini laugh, her head tilting back, dark hair catching the sunlight. 

Though there was distance between them, but the sight still made both twins’ jaws tighten. Manik’s hand shot for the door handle.

 “I’m going to break his fucking face.” Maanav grabbed his brother’s wrist. “Wait.” At that moment Nandini spotted them. 

Her entire face lit up with genuine joy. She waved, said something quick to the man, and jogged toward the car, her college bag bouncing against her hip. The man followed at a slower pace. 

 “Maani, Maan—this is Raj Sharma, my maths professor,” Nandini said breathlessly, smiling between the three men.

 She was oblivious to the way both twins’ eyes had gone dark. Maanav recovered first. He extended a hand, voice smooth.

 “Maanav Malhotra. We are Nandini’s family.” 

 Manik didn’t bother with pleasantries. His stare stayed locked on Raj until the professor shifted uncomfortably. Raj greeted Manav and then turned towards Nandini 

" Well, I should get going. See you in class tomorrow, Nandini.”

 As soon as Raj turned away, Manik’s hand closed around Nandini’s upper arm. He pulled her toward the SUV without a word. Maanav followed, unlocking the doors. 

Nandini climbed into the back seat between them, still smiling, still unaware of the storm brewing. The drive home was silent except for the low hum of the engine. Nandini tried to fill the quiet with chatter about her classes, but the twins answered in short grunts.

 When they reached the house, Manik didn’t even wait for her to take off her shoes. 

He dragged her straight to their bedroom. 

 “Strip,” he ordered the second the door closed. Nandini blinked, surprised but already feeling heat pool between her legs. She obeyed, pulling off her top, shimmying out of her jeans, unhooking her bra, sliding her panties down. Maanav took the bra from her hands and twisted it into makeshift cuffs. 

He bound her wrists together and pushed her onto the bed on her back. Manik ripped her panties the rest of the way off, balled the ruined fabric, and shoved it into her mouth.

 “You laughed with him,” he growled. “You smiled at another man while we waited like idiots.” 

 Back in the present

The vibrator kicked up another notch—Manik had the remote in his hand and had just pressed the plus button.

 Nandini wailed, hips jerking, the wet sounds of her cunt loud in the quiet room. Her thighs shook. The toy deep, buzzing directly against her g-spot with every pulse. “You’re dripping all over the sheet,” Maanav observed, voice calm. 

“Haven’t even touched you and you’re making a mess.”

Nandini tried to close her legs; the twins had tied her ankles to the corners of the bed with soft rope. She could only squirm, the movement making the butt-plug shift and press against the vibrator through the thin wall between her holes. The dual stimulation dragged a broken sob from her throat.

Manik stood. He walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a second vibrator—this one smaller, curved, meant for her clit. He switched it on and held it just above her swollen nub without touching.

“Tell us what you talked about with Professor Sharma,” he said.

Nandini’s voice cracked. “Extra classes… office hours… nothing else, I swear—”

The clit vibrator descended. The moment it touched her, her whole body seized. She came instantly, a sharp, almost painful orgasm that made her cunt clamp down so hard the taped vibrator nearly slipped. Clear fluid squirted around the toy, soaking the sheet and Manik’s wrist. She screamed, high and desperate, wrists yanking against the bra binding.

They didn’t stop.

Maanav took the remote and turned the main vibrator down to a low, teasing throb. Manik removed the clit toy, leaving her twitching and oversensitive. Nandini panted, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.

“Please,” she whispered. “I need your cocks. Both of you. Please fuck me.”

Manik leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “Not yet. You’re going to come until you can’t remember his name.”

He taped the smaller vibrator directly onto her clit this time, switched it to a pulsing pattern, and stepped back. The combination of the deep, slow thrusts of the bigger toy and the fluttering stimulation on her clit made Nandini’s eyes roll back. Her nipples ached; Maanav reached out and pinched one, rolling it between his fingers, then the other, alternating until both were dark and stiff.

“Count,” Maanav ordered. “Every time you come, say the number out loud.”

Nandini’s first orgasm after the command hit within thirty seconds. “One!” she sobbed.

The second followed almost immediately, her body still spasming from the first. “Two!”

By the fifth she was hoarse, voice breaking on every number. Her cunt was a mess—slick and swollen, the vibrator coated white with her cream. The butt-plug had been jostled so much it now sat at an angle, the base pressing against the mattress and forcing it deeper every time her hips bucked.

Manik finally removed the clit vibrator. Nandini sagged, chest heaving, but the larger toy inside her was still buzzing, keeping her on edge.

Maanav stood and began unbuttoning his shirt. “We’re going to fuck you now,” he said, voice low. “But you’re not allowed to come until we say.”

He stripped slowly, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the thick line of dark hair leading down to his cock—already fully hard, the head flushed dark. Manik followed, shedding his clothes until both twins stood naked, cocks jutting heavy and thick between their legs.

Maanav climbed onto the bed first. He straddled Nandini’s chest, knees on either side of her ribs, and tapped the head of his cock against her lips. “Open.”

She obeyed instantly, tongue out. He slid in deep, the thick length stretching her mouth, the head nudging the back of her throat. At the same time Manik moved between her spread thighs. He ripped the tape holding the vibrator in place and pulled the toy out with a wet sound. Nandini moaned around Maanav’s cock as cool air hit her empty cunt—then Manik’s thicker, hotter length replaced it in one hard thrust.

He bottomed out immediately, balls slapping against the base of the butt-plug still lodged in her ass. Nandini’s muffled scream vibrated around Maanav’s cock. Manik started fucking her with deep, punishing strokes, each one driving her body up the bed until the bra around her wrists pulled tight.

Maanav fucked her mouth in counterpoint—slow, controlled thrusts that made her throat bulge. Saliva ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. Every time Manik slammed in, the force pushed her forward onto Maanav’s cock until her nose pressed against his pelvis.

Manik reached down and gripped the base of the butt-plug. He twisted it, then pulled it halfway out before shoving it back in, timing the motion with his thrusts. The dual penetration—his cock in her cunt, the plug in her ass—made Nandini’s eyes stream. She came again without permission, cunt pulsing around Manik’s cock, but neither twin stopped.

“Six,” she tried to say around Maanav’s length, the word garbled.

Maanav pulled out of her mouth, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. “You came without asking.”

He moved off her chest and knelt beside her head. Manik pulled out of her cunt with a wet sound and flipped her onto her stomach, the bra binding her wrists now twisted so her arms were pinned behind her back. He yanked the butt-plug free; her hole clenched around nothing for a second before he pressed the head of his cock against it.

“Relax,” he ordered, and pushed in.

Nandini’s scream was muffled by the pillow. Her ass stretched around the thicker girth, the burn mixing with the aftershocks still rippling through her cunt. Once Manik was seated deep, Maanav moved behind her as well. He straddled her thighs, cock sliding through the mess between her legs until he found her cunt and thrust in with one smooth motion.

Both holes filled at once.

The twins started moving—Manik in her ass, Maanav in her cunt—alternating so she was never empty. The angle forced her clit to rub against the sheet with every thrust. Nandini came again, sobbing into the pillow, the number lost in the fabric.

They fucked her like that for what felt like hours—switching positions, taking turns in her mouth, her cunt, her ass, always keeping at least one hole filled. They used the vibrators between rounds, pressing them to her clit while the other twin fucked her, forcing orgasm after orgasm until her voice was gone and her body shook with every touch.

Finally, when she was limp and glassy-eyed, they both pushed into her cunt at the same time—stretching her wider than she’d ever been. Nandini came one last time, a broken, silent scream, as both twins groaned and flooded her with hot cum. It overflowed around their cocks, running down her thighs in thick rivulets.

They stayed inside her until their breathing slowed. Then Maanav carefully untied the bra from her wrists, massaging the red marks. Manik eased out first, then Maanav, both watching their cum drip from her used holes.

Nandini lay boneless, cheek pressed to the pillow, a small, exhausted smile on her face.

“Still think about Professor Sharma?” Manik asked, voice rough but teasing now.

She shook her head weakly. “Only you two. Always you two.”

Maanav leaned down and kissed her temple. “Good girl.”

He reached for the discarded vibrator, switched it off, and set it aside. Manik pulled the sheet up over all three of them. Nandini curled between their bodies, wrists still faintly marked from the bra, ass and cunt sore and full, exactly where she wanted to be.