Mitali wore a bright red sari that her husband had gifted her for the occasion. The blouse showed her deep milky white cleavage. Her navel showed her flat stomach and her beautiful belly button. Mitali wore her finest jewelry. Over a dozen gold and diamond bangles ran up from her wrists while a beautiful anklet adored her ankles. Her jewelry included various diamond studs in her ears and nose, and an additional two large ornate dangling ear rings. She wore a gold necklace that had multiple diamonds hanging from it, falling into her cleavage. And in true desi style, Mitali applied mehndi on her hands. The mehndi shone against her milky white skin.

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It was Mitali's first marriage anniversary and she had planned the perfect evening. She planned to go to the most happening pub and then have dinner at a fine dining restaurant. She planned to return late at night and then make intense love to her husband. She had decorated her bedroom accordingly, with flowers, candle and lubricants.

Mitali's family consisted of her husband-Mitesh, his younger brother-Rohan and their parents. It was an arranged marriage and she was happily settled into her new home. Her husband was caring and loving.

Mitali was a clear beauty, slim with smooth milky white skin. She had high cheekbones and a dazzling smile, and was rather tall, with long legs to complement a firm round ass. Mitali was a sweet girl but she did not have any boyfriend in school, as she spent most of her time focusing on her studies.

In fact, other than her husband-Mitesh, Mitali had had only one boyfriend, the man she lost her virginity to at college. Mitesh was a laid back guy, who treated Mitali well. She didn't feel the same excitement with him that she had with her first boyfriend, but she felt comfortable with him. Mitesh was very skinny and dressed shabbily. He was no taller than Mitali, but he had a friendly smile that Mitali always felt reassured by.

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Mitali's in-laws were out of town and only Rohan was present in the house.

"Congratulation Mitali Bhabhi on your marriage anniversary. You are looking like a beautiful angel! My brother is lucky to have you as his wife! "Rohan complimented Mitali, being mesmerized by her looks.

"Thanks Rohan"

"When will you be returning home?" Rohan asked Mitali.

"As soon as the dinner is over, but definitely late at night."

"Go! Have fun! See you tomorrow!"

As soon as Mitali sat in the car, Mitesh started giving hugs and kisses, complimenting her beauty. When they arrived at the pub, they settled down and chatted, as Mitesh ordered drinks.

"I hope you are not ordering Whiskey Mitesh" Mitali said with a hint of concern.

She knew that though her husband was a regular and responsible drinker, he just couldn't hold his whiskey. Whiskey would get him intoxicated and high, and he would behave life a drunk stupor.

"Come-on darling, its our 1st anniversary. After having such a beautiful women in my company, I am not settling for a beer" Mitesh knew how to charm Mitali.

Mitali and Mitesh continued to be in conversation while Mitesh began to show signs of being drunk. Upbeat music blared over the speakers as they danced together. Mitali found her husband grinding against her. She was having a blast, anniversary night turning out to be everything that she hoped it would be.

Another couple was dancing nearby Mitesh. The girl was dressed scandalously and Mitesh was grinding against her. That girl's boyfriend took a drink, and threw it on Mitesh's face, as the girl yelled at him. A fight ensued but Mitali was able to pull Mitesh away.

As Mitali approached the lobby, she could only think of one person to call for help -- Rohan. Rohan got an Uber and arrived at the pub. With his arrival, Mitali felt that everything would be okay. With Mitali and a distraught and drunk Mitesh in the back, Rohan drove them safely in their car.

When they arrived back at the house, Mitesh was almost passed out. He stumbled from the car and Rohan helped him to the door. Suddenly, Mitesh vomited and began blabbering.

With one sweep, Rohan lifted Mitesh on his shoulder and carried him into the house. He gently placed him on the bed and removed his shoes. The he removed his puke stained shirt and tucked him to sleep. Before leaving, Rohan gazed around the room and saw how beautiful it had been decorated by Mitali. He then looked at Mitali, who clearly looked upset, as tears swelled in her eyes. Both Rohan and Mitali came out to the living room and sat on the sofa.

After resting a while, they settled into a comfortable and fun conversation. Mitali considered Rohan as the hottest, coolest, funniest guy she had ever met. Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they found themselves in smaller conversations, and Mitali found herself leaning closer to Rohan than she would normally allow herself.

The way he talked to her made her swoon. She had a really bad time and blamed her husband for spoiling her 1st marriage anniversary. She began imagining what it might be like to date Rohan, if they had met before. The conversation grew more intimate as the minutes flew by until Rohan admitted that he had had a long time crush on her. Blushing and shy, Mitali admitted that she too had had a crush on him for quite a while, but reminded him that she was his brother's wife.

Knowing she shouldn't but not wanting the magical night to end, she offered to make him coffee. Rohan smilingly accepted.

Standing in the kitchen, admiring her smooth movements as she prepared coffee, Rohan said, "Well, I hope that you got at least part of the 1st anniversary celebration you wanted."

"It didn't end exactly as I had hoped it would, but ........Thank you for bringing Mitesh safely back home." Mitali said graciously.

"It was my pleasure and responsibility as well." he said. "I just wish we had had the opportunity to slow dance."

"Really?" Mitali asked.

"Of course." Rohan put on a slow song on his phone, put out his hand and said, "may I have this dance?"

Smiling back, Mitali took his hand and let him pull her in close. As he held her tight, she felt her body melt into his. Their bodies held close together, both grew more excited. Mitali knew she should stop but loved the feel of him holding her. Rohan was growing excited as well. He could feel himself growing harder as they swayed. As she felt him press against her stomach, she looked up at him. He was looking down at her and when her eyes made contact he leaned down to her, their lips locking together.

As their kisses moved from pecks to open mouth and tongues, Rohan's hands moved down her backside, squeezing her ass and pulling her toward him.

"No, I can't," she said, pulling away.

The space they had just been sharing was now a void they were each very aware of.

"I.. I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to..."

"No," she cut him off. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let it happen. I'm married to your brother."

"I know," he said.

"Let's talk in the living room," she said carrying the tray with the coffee past him.

As they sat on the couch she told him about her marriage and her mixed emotions. He listened to her trying to be understanding. As they talked they some how continued to slide closer and closer, until their knees were touching.

"Again, I'm sorry," she said laying her hand on his knee.

"It's okay," he responded, looking into her beautiful eyes.

And then it was her turn to kiss him. She couldn't help it. She had to. He was too great, too amazing and she had to do this. Rohan did not protest as she leaned into him kissing deep and passionately. His hands moving to her legs and then her hips.

They continued to kiss as he held her face in his hand, her arms wrapping around him. Their kisses the result of long simmering passion and long denied pleasure. Her hands ran across his chest and around his back, her fingers finding their way into his hair. He continued to lean onto her helping her lie down and he found himself on top of her, their bodies pressed together. Mitali's saree worked its way up her legs, helped by Rohan's gentle tugging. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. Her bangles jingled as she rocked up and against him, her hands running down his back.

Their smiling lips met as Rohan put his weight upon her large breasts, still encapsulated in her blouse. He thrust into her, causing her boobs to jiggle accompanied by the near constant music of her bangles. He leaned down into her, kissing her exposed neck and down to her collar.

"Come here," he said as he sat up pulling her with him. He sat down on the couch as she sat down on him. Their eyes were closed as their lips danced and she lowered himself onto his lap, her petticoat fully pulled up to her waist and over her ass now. She rocked onto him as he thrust up to her, despite their clothes, his pants and her panties, the feeling of him rubbing his erect cock against her wet pussy was driving each of them mad.

"Come to my room," Rohan whispered in her ear as she giggled and stood up, allowing her petticoat to fall back down her thighs. Rohan followed Mitali, as she walked swinging her hips.

He looked at her ass sway as his mind began imaging what he would feel like when he finally slides his cock inside her pussy. As they entered through the open door, Rohan turned on the lamp on the dimmest setting.

"Sit," she said, pointing to the bed.

She walked toward him in a sultry fashion and removed his T-shirt and leaned in for a kiss. As they kissed his hands found their way to her ass, squeezing it. Her hands found their way to his athletic abs and chest. Her hands ran across his muscular chest and down his abs, finding their way to his belt. She could hear his breathing speed up as she tugged on his buckle.

His hands played at her waist as they kissed and he found the drawstring of her petticoat. Tantalizingly slowly, as their kissing intensified, he undid the knot and the petticoat slipped down her silky smooth legs revealing her red thong panties.

Mitali had never imagined that anyone other than her husband would see her like this tonight but she made sure to shave and wear her sexiest panties just to feel as hot as possible.

He broke their kiss leaning back to take in the sight of her. Rohan scooted back on the bed further, inviting her to join him. She climbed on to the bed, once again straddling him, his hands grabbing her ass checks, and pulling her against his hard cock. She could feel his cock pressed against her through his pants, as she felt herself grow wetter in anticipation.

His hands slid up her smooth back and found their way to her blouse. With practiced dexterity, he unhooked one after the other until each was undone. Mitali broke their kiss sitting up as she held her blouse to her, stopping it from sliding off of her.

"Let me see you," Rohan said as he looked her in the eyes. Smirking she slipped one side off and then the other, before she shrugged forward, finally revealing her beautiful breasts to him. The top fell on him and he tossed it to the floor as he leaned up to kiss her, pressing their bare chests against each other. Her hard nipples pressed against his skin as they embraced, their mouths continuing to explore each other. He kissed down her neck and onto her chest before he slowly kissed her nipple. He licked and sucked it as Mitali's eyes closed and her head rolled back.

The constant jingle of Mitali's bangles continued as she started gyrating her hips, grounding her sensitive thong covered pussy against his pants covered rock hard cock. Her body began to wiggle and writhe as she attempted to feel his cock every way possible.

Breaking the series of kisses, Mitali pulled away and began to kiss down Rohan's chin and neck. He released her, as she kissed down to his chest and then down to his abs, her nails softly scraping along his skin.

When she reached his pants she looked up at him, her face full of lust and excitement before she started to undo his belt. As she undid his pants Rohan felt his heart accelerate. Here he was in his room with his longtime crush, with her undressing him. This was the fulfillment of a fantasy long held but one he never imagined would be realized.

His boxers were revealed when the zipper came undone, causing Mitali's heart to speed up. Her hands grabbed his boxers, and Rohan lifted his hips as she pulled his pants and boxers down.

Rohan's cock sprang up as soon as his pants and boxers were past his crotch. Mitali couldn't take her eyes off it as she settled onto her knees in front of him. She hesitantly reached for his manhood, not due to any thought of her marriage but because of the overwhelming nature of the situation.

They both moaned as she wrapped her hand around his cock. Rohan moaned again as Mitali squeezed his cock. While she had regular sex after her marriage, it had been nothing like this. There had been no exploration, no passion, no patience. The entire act started too soon and ended too quick. This was the opposite of that. This was her every fantasy come true.

She leaned and softly placed her lips on his engorged cock. She followed this with and another, softly kissing her way down from the tip to the base. When she got to his balls she smiled, gently weighing and feeling them with her hands before kissing them softly.

She began to lick his balls and then up his cock. Her tongue twirled, tasting his every inch. She made mental comparisons with her husband's dick and concluded that Rohan's dick tasted better. As she reached the tip, her tongue flicked across the top finding that Rohan's manhood had started to leak precum. It was salty but also good.

She looked up at him seeing his face and body contort, feeling empowered by the control over him, before she opened her mouth taking him in. She sucked and licked the large, bulbous head in her mouth.

After getting her initial bearings she began to slowly bob, taking more of him into her mouth rhythmically. Rohan moaned loudly, conveying joy and Mitali smiled, as much as she could around his dick, hearing him enjoy her ministrations. She could feel his pulse quicken as his blood speed through his cock.