The first rays of morning sun filtered through the heavy silk curtains of the master bedroom, casting a soft golden glow over the large bed. Ananya stirred slowly in Vikram’s arms, her body still warm and heavy from the deep subspace she had sunk into the previous night. She blinked a few times, feeling the steady beat of his heart against her cheek and the protective weight of his arm around her waist.

Vikram was already awake, watching her with soft, relieved eyes. He had barely slept, staying alert through the night to monitor her breathing and make sure she was safe. When she finally looked up at him, he smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “You came back to me. How do you feel?”

Ananya stretched languidly against him, a small, satisfied smile curving her lips. “I feel… peaceful. A little floaty still, but safe. Thank you for taking care of me last night. I went very deep, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he said, stroking her hair. “I was scared for a moment. I thought I had pushed you too far. But you were so beautiful in that state… so trusting.” He kissed her again, this time on the lips, slow and tender. “Are you sore?”

“A little,” she admitted honestly, shifting her hips. “But it’s a good kind of sore. The machine… it was intense. I want more today.”

Vikram’s mind flashed back to her shameless demands the night before how she had begged for all three holes at once, how wet she had been, how far beyond his own depravity she had gone. He realised then that he needed to feed her exhibitionist and voyeuristic desires too. She had confessed them to him earlier, and yesterday had shown him just how truly kinky and slutty his woman could be. He decided he would satisfy that side of her today, giving her the thrill of feeling watched while keeping her completely safe.

He helped her up, bathed her gently again, and chose a deliberately sexy outfit for her, nothing but a single, thin, flimsy white georgette saree. No blouse, no petticoat, no panties. He draped the sheer fabric around her body himself, wrapping it low on her hips so the pallu barely covered her heavy breasts. The material was so delicate that her dark nipples were clearly visible through it, and the slightest movement made the saree slip and reveal generous amounts of cleavage and the full curves of her breasts. From a distance she looked elegantly seductive; up close she looked like pure temptation, her body almost completely on display beneath the translucent cloth.

They walked hand in hand through the private inner gardens, staying close to the main haveli so Ananya would not be overtired after the previous night’s subspace. The morning air was fresh and warm, birds singing softly in the trees.

Vikram kept one hand possessively on the bare skin of her lower back, occasionally sliding it lower to caress the upper curves of her ass through the thin saree. He would deliberately tug the sheer pallu slightly aside, exposing more of her cleavage or the side of her breast for a few seconds, then let it fall back into place, heightening her voyeuristic thrill.

Ananya’s heart raced. The possibility that a servant or gardener might walk by and catch a glimpse of her exposed breast made her pussy wet instantly. She had no idea the grounds had been cleared, she truly believed anyone could see them at any moment.

He led her to a beautiful, secluded clearing surrounded by tall flowering bushes and a low stone wall. From certain angles it looked completely open to the garden path, giving her the thrilling illusion that someone could walk by and see them at any moment. In reality, the bushes and the cleared staff ensured complete privacy, but Ananya felt deliciously exposed.

Vikram sat on the wide, flat stone bench and pulled her onto his lap facing him, her legs straddling his thighs. The thin saree draped naturally around them, but he quickly pulled the pallu completely off her shoulders, fully exposing both of her heavy breasts to the morning breeze. Her nipples were already hard and leaking tiny beads of milk.

He lowered his head and sucked greedily on one nipple, drinking her warm milk while his hand slipped under the saree and between her thighs. He found her already soaked, her juices coating his fingers instantly.

“So wet already,” he murmured against her breast, sliding two fingers inside her. “Just from the thought that someone might see us. Look at you , my elegant wife sitting on my lap in the garden, breasts completely exposed, pussy dripping like a desperate slut. What if a servant walks by right now and sees your tits leaking while I finger you?”

Ananya moaned loudly, grinding down on his fingers, her voyeuristic desire flaring strongly. “Lord… yes… the thought makes me so wet… what if they see… what if they watch you drinking my milk while you fuck me…”

Before he could answer, Ananya’s hands moved with sudden boldness. She slid off his lap, dropped to her knees on the soft grass right there in the open clearing, and freed his thick cock from his trousers. The morning sunlight fell fully on them. Without hesitation she took him deep into her mouth in one smooth motion, sucking him greedily right there in broad daylight.

Vikram’s eyes widened in shock and dark delight. Fuck… she is even more slutty than I imagined,* he thought, almost terrified by the depth of her lust. *I expected her to be shy or hesitant in the open air, but she is on her knees sucking my cock like a paid whore in the middle of the garden. How is she this depraved? It excites me and scares me at the same time.

Ananya bobbed her head eagerly, taking him deep into her throat with wet, sloppy sounds, saliva dripping down her chin onto her fully exposed breasts. The thin saree pallu had slipped off her shoulders completely, leaving her topless in the sunlight, breasts bouncing with every movement of her head.

While she deep throated him, her right hand slipped between her own thighs. She pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy and rubbed her clit frantically, moaning around his cock.

“Ahh… ahh… Lord… I need your cock right now in my pussy… fuck me… I’m too horny… while I suck you I’m fingering myself… please… give me your cock in my cunt…”

Vikram growled, his control snapping at her shameless demand. He grabbed her hair, pulled her off his cock with a wet pop, and lifted her onto the stone bench. He sat down and yanked her onto his lap, facing him. The thin saree was pushed up to her waist as he slammed his thick cock deep into her soaking pussy in one brutal thrust.

“Take it, you filthy exhibitionist whore,” he growled in English, making her bounce hard on his dick. “Look at you, begging for my cock in your cunt in the middle of the garden like a desperate slut. You were just deep throating me with your tits out, and now you’re riding me like a bitch in heat. What if someone sees you right now? What if they watch my elegant wife bouncing on my cock with her tits leaking milk in broad daylight?”

Ananya moaned loudly, her hips moving frantically as she rode him, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly. “Yes… yes… fuck me, Lord… let them see… I want them to watch me get fucked like a whore…”

Vikram’s excitement peaked. He grabbed her bouncing tits roughly, squeezing and sucking the milk sprayed out, and growled in Hindi as he got closer to the edge.

“Le le meri lund teri chut mein, meri gandi randi… saali, garden mein broad daylight mein lund le rahi hai jaise koi roadside whore… teri chut kitni geeli ho gayi hai… sab dekh lenge ki tu kitni slutty hai… le, le, aur zor se bounce kar… main teri chut mein hi jhadne wala hoon!”

Ananya came hard the first time, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed, her juices gushing down his cock. She didn’t stop riding , she came a second time almost immediately, her body shaking violently, milk spraying from her nipples as she bounced on his dick.

Vikram roared and slammed her down hard one final time, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum while he kept degrading her.

“Take my cum, you filthy garden whore… everyone is watching you get bred like a cheap slut… le le meri maal teri chut mein… you are my perfect depraved randi!”

Ananya collapsed against his chest, panting and satisfied, her body still trembling from the two powerful orgasms.

Vikram held her close, breathing hard, still shocked and thrilled by how slutty and eager she had become.

“You are my perfect, depraved little slut,” he whispered, kissing her deeply. “And I am going to keep feeding every single one of your filthy desires.”

Ananya smiled against his lips, still tasting him, her body buzzing with excitement.

“Yes, Lord… keep using me like this… let me feel watched… let me be your garden whore whenever you want.”

They stayed in the clearing for a while longer, sharing tender kisses and soft touches, the morning sun warming their bodies while the illusion of being watched continued to thrill her.

The day had only just begun, and Vikram already had more surprises in mind for his eager and slutty wife.