Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 152: Brother’s Duty and a New Journey (Avi and Meena Chachi)

There was still some time before evening settled in. I told Pooja Bua I was going home for a little while to check in. Pooja Bua told me to come back quickly and let me go. I walked home and went straight to my room. A moment later, Meena Chachi walked in.

"Chachi, I had so much fun yesterday," I said, a mischievous grin stretching across my face.

"What did you do with Sital that you had fun even after fucking her cunt and ass?" Meena Chachi asked, her voice a little too loud in the empty room.

"Chachi, I had fun with Sweta Didi yesterday, not Sital," I corrected her.

"What? With Sweta?" Meena Chachi asked, her eyes wide with shock and intense curiosity.

"Yes, with Sweta Didi," I confirmed, and she leaned closer, listening carefully.

"Tell me properly, Avi," Meena Chachi urged, her voice dropping. "What exactly did you do yesterday, and how did Sweta ever agree to something like that?"

I told Meena Chachi the entire, chaotic story of the previous night: Sweta Didi's drunkenness, her behavior, the confrontation, and the final desperate fuck (fucking).

"Sweta actually hit you?" Meena Chachi asked, a look of disbelief mixed with admiration on her face.

"Sweta Didi was completely drunk," I said, shrugging.

"Even then, how did she manage to hit you?" she asked again.

"If a sister doesn't hit her brother, who else will?" I joked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't get angry, Chachi, or I won't tell you the rest of the story."

"What's left now? Tell me the good part," she said impatiently.

Then I told her the good news—the truth about Rohan and the staged "accident" that had reunited them.

Meena Chachi sighed, a mixture of pride and emotion in her voice. "Sweta slapped you, yet you risked all that trouble just to help her? Avi, today, you've made me so proud. I'm happy that you truly fulfilled your duty as a brother to Sweta."

"Chachi, I'm going to the city with Pooja Bua tomorrow," I informed her.

"Avi, tell me before you decide to do something like this," she said gently. "And yes, since you're going to the city tomorrow, take some money from me. It will be useful there for traveling expenses."

"Yes, Chachi, thank you," I said.

"You should go back to Pooja's house now," she instructed. "Make sure you treat Rohan well and respect him."

"Yes, Chachi," I confirmed.

I quickly left and went back to Pooja Bua's house for the night. We ate dinner soon after. Rohan praised the food warmly. Sweta Didi had cooked the food today, desperate to impress him. Rohan had no choice but to praise it.

After dinner, we started talking. Pooja Bua left the house with Raj to go to Neeta Bua's house. Pooja Bua planned to take Neeta Bua with us to the city tomorrow, believing an extra older woman's presence would lend respectability to the situation.

Now only I, Sital, Sweta Didi, and Rohan were sitting in the house, talking quietly. I subtly gestured to Sital to follow me to the other room so that Sweta Didi and Rohan could get some much-needed private time to plan their strategy for tomorrow's meeting. Sweta Didi and Rohan remained in the hall, talking earnestly. Sital and I sat in Sweta Didi's room and talked, making sure to keep Sweta Didi and Rohan visible in the hall so that when Pooja Bua came back, everything would appear completely proper.

"Sital, after Sweta Didi gets married, it's definitely your turn next," I teased, leaning back against the wall.

"After Didi, it's certainly my turn for marriage," Sital replied, her eyes flashing playfully. "Are you not trying to secure your place on the list before then?"

"But you're going to get married soon and leave me," I said, a slight sadness creeping into my playful frown.

"Yes, that's the plan," she admitted. "But my wedding is still a long time away. Until then, we'll continue to be secret boyfriend and girlfriend, won't we?"

A comforting warmth spread through my chest. Sital was grounded, reliable, and entirely *mine* for now. *At least I have Sital with me,* I thought, a tight knot of anxiety loosening in my stomach.

After a while, Pooja Bua came back with Raj. Pooja Bua quickly sent Sweta Didi and Sital to their room. I also went to Raj's room to sleep with Rohan. Rohan and I talked late into the night. Rohan told me a lot about life in the city, the business, and his family.

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## Update 152 A: Double the Fortune (Avi, Pooja Bua, Sweta Didi, Sital, and Rohan)

The next day, we were up early. Pooja Bua, Sweta Didi, Sital, I, and Neeta Bua left for the city by bus, with Pooja Bua ensuring a sense of formality by bringing Neeta Bua. Raj came to the city separately with Rohan on his bike, to manage the "broken down" vehicle story. Pooja Bua had already called Jyoti Bua and Poonam Didi to tell them we were coming and instructed them to meet us at Rohan's house to show strength in numbers.

Rohan had reached the city before us to prepare his family. When our bus pulled into the stop, Rohan's brother Sohan was standing there with a clean, respectable car. Rohan was also there, standing next to his bike.

As soon as we stepped off the bus, we were directed into the car. Pooja Bua looked genuinely pleased to see the size and quality of the vehicle. Pooja Bua and Neeta Bua sat in the car and immediately started talking about the logistics and the family. In the back of the car, Pooja Bua, Neeta Bua, and Sweta Didi were sitting. Sohan was driving the car, and Sital was sitting in the front passenger seat with him. I was left to sit on the back of Rohan's bike with Raj and follow the car to Rohan's house, feeling a strange mix of pride and apprehension as the city traffic closed in around us.

After twenty minutes of riding on Rohan's bike behind the car, we reached Rohan's house. Pooja Bua and Neeta Bua were immediately impressed by the grand scale of the building. We kept looking at Rohan's luxurious house for a while. Pooja Bua stared without blinking. Rohan's house wasn't merely a house; it was a sprawling bungalow, a duplex with a large, manicured garden stretching out front. We were all thrilled to see such obvious wealth.

Then we went inside. The house was as luxuriously decorated inside as it was big outside. It was a beautiful home from every angle. Our eyes couldn't settle in one place; they kept scanning from one side of the glittering hall to the other.

We went and sat on the plush sofas. After a short while, Poonam Didi and Jyoti Bua arrived, as instructed by Pooja Bua. Pooja Bua and Neeta Bua immediately started talking with Jyoti Bua about the family logistics. On the other side, Poonam Didi started a quiet conversation with Sweta Didi and Sital.

Rohan called for his Bhabhi (sister-in-law). Sohan went to bring his Papa. Rohan's Bhabhi came out and welcomed us warmly. She made us feel completely comfortable with her smooth, generous hospitality. Pooja Bua looked around, already planning. She was clearly worried that when Rohan's family came to our village house, we would be expected to make even better preparations than this.

"This is Sweta, right, Rohan?" Bhabhi asked, confirming the girl's identity.

"Yes, Bhabhi," Rohan replied happily.

The general small talk had just started when Rohan's Mammi and Papa came into the hall. Pooja Bua and Neeta Bua immediately started talking to Rohan's Mammi and Papa, quickly getting down to the serious discussion. Rohan's Mammi and Papa seemed to like Sweta Didi well enough. Rohan's Bhabhi had clearly handled all the initial arrangements and smoothed the way so expertly that the parents were already amenable to Sweta Didi.

We were all talking when Rohan's Mammi suddenly told Rohan's Papa and Rohan's Bhabhi that they needed to go inside a private room. Now, what was all this about? Why would Rohan's Mammi call them inside so suddenly? I quickly made an excuse that I needed to use the bathroom and slipped away toward the room where Rohan's Mammi had gone. I peeked inside the room from the side of the window, pressing my ear close.

"The girl is good-looking and cultured," Rohan's Bhabhi was saying to her mother-in-law.

"What's the point of just being good-looking?" Rohan's Mammi said dismissively. "She's obviously poor, from a simple village background."

"I like these people," Rohan's Bhabhi insisted. "And besides, what difference does poor or rich make nowadays? Everyone is mostly the same."

"Rohan will find a girl from a much better family than this," Rohan's Mammi argued, her voice cold. "They have nothing of substance to offer."

"Mammi, I'm telling you, we won't find a better girl than Sweta even if we search for years," Rohan's Bhabhi countered firmly. "Rohan likes Sweta deeply. Rohan has to live with Sweta, not us. We can show Rohan as many rich girls as we want, but Sweta is permanently fixed in Rohan's mind and his soul."

"But their family doesn't have anything," Rohan's Mammi repeated, clearly concerned about social status.

"Mammi, Sweta's Papa works in Dubai," Rohan's Bhabhi lied smoothly, protecting our side. "He also earns good money. They just live together in the village for the security of their large family. They are like the Zamindars (landowners) of their village. They have status there."

"But my heart is still not completely agreeing," Rohan's Mammi admitted.

"Why? What else is wrong with Sweta?" Rohan's Bhabhi asked, exasperated.

"If Rohan marries Sweta, our reputation will be ruined in society," Rohan's Mammi worried.

"Mammi, people's only job is to badmouth others," Rohan's Bhabhi dismissed her. "If we talk specifically about Sweta, she lives in a huge joint family. She knows how to keep a family together, not break it apart. What if we get Rohan married to someone else, and she causes a rift and separates all of us from Rohan? You think about it yourself. How many families in society has that happened to? If Rohan marries Sweta, this will never happen."

"You're right," Rohan's Mammi conceded. "Still..."

"Forget all this 'but' and 'still' and just say yes, Mammi," Rohan's Bhabhi urged. "If you say no, you know how angry Rohan gets when he's challenged on something important."

"Okay," Rohan's Mammi finally relented. "Do what you think is right. It's not like we've ever said no to you before. This is the first time you've asked us for something significant like this."

"That's the spirit, Mammi," Rohan's Bhabhi said, clearly winning. "Now let's go. We've been talking for too long. I don't know what they must be thinking about us being gone."

I quickly rushed back to the hall and sat down just as they returned.

"We like the girl," Rohan's Mammi announced, the decision now made. "But we will get them married after Rohan finishes his studies."

"I was also thinking the same thing," Pooja Bua said, nodding vigorously, thrilled by the result. "That we'll get Rohan and Sweta married after they finish their studies."

Pooja Bua immediately called Raj's Papa and told him everything. Raj's Papa was overjoyed to hear about Sweta Didi's successful marriage prospect. Raj's Papa said he would try to come home next week instead of next month to celebrate.

We were all talking happily when my attention was caught by something else entirely. I noticed that Sohan was looking at Sital again and again. Even in the car, Sohan's eyes had been on Sital. From the moment we got off the bus until now, Sohan was constantly glancing only at Sital. Rohan's Bhabhi then served a delicious breakfast for all of us. We were eating breakfast when Sohan suddenly stood up, dropping his bombshell without warning.

"I like Sital," Sohan announced, his voice firm and clear, looking directly at Pooja Bua. "I want to marry Sital."

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## Update 152 B: The Double Surprise (Avi, Pooja Bua, Sweta Didi, Sital, Sohan, and Rohan)

"I like Sital," Sohan repeated, his voice ringing with absolute certainty. "I want to marry Sital."

A collective gasp went around the room. We were all utterly shocked to hear Sohan’s sudden, public declaration, our heads snapping between his face and Sital’s. Just like the rest of us, Sital was wide-eyed with disbelief. Every thought in the room centered on the same question: What had come over Sohan? Why did he blurt that out without warning? Before anyone could manage a sensible reply, Bhabhi jumped in, trying to smooth over the explosive moment. "Sohan has a habit of joking, Aunty," Bhabhi assured Pooja Bua with a forced smile. "He’s only teasing."

"Bhabhi, I am not joking," Sohan insisted, stepping forward. "I seriously like Sital."

"You like her? What does that even mean in this context?" Bhabhi demanded, her composure cracking.

"It means I fell in love with Sital the instant I saw her," Sohan declared, his gaze unwavering.

"How can you possibly fall in love like that, in two minutes, Sohan?" Bhabhi asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"It just happened," Sohan said simply, shrugging off the impossibility. "You are trying to get Rohan married. I’m the older brother. I should get married first, and I have decided I will only marry Sital."

"Are you high right now, Sohan?" Bhabhi whispered, utterly exasperated.

"I have never been high, and I won’t be today," Sohan returned, his posture rigid. "And as for marriage, I have to get married someday. I have made up my mind. I’ll either marry Sital or not get married at all."

"What is this total childishness, Sohan?" Bhabhi snapped, stamping her foot slightly. "We are discussing something very serious for Rohan and Sweta here, and you are... The joke is completely over now, sit down."

"Bhabhi, who is the older in the house, me or Rohan?" Sohan asked, ignoring her anger.

"You are, obviously," Bhabhi replied, defeated by the logic of tradition.

"Whose marriage should happen first?" Sohan pressed.

"Yours," Bhabhi admitted grudgingly.

"Then I have decided that I will marry Sital," Sohan stated, crossing his arms.

"You’ve started joking again!" Bhabhi exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "We have guests here, Sohan. Don't you understand how to speak politely in front of guests?"

Sohan ignored his Bhabhi’s desperate plea and turned directly to the silent girl. "Sital, do you like me?" he asked, his voice unexpectedly gentle.

"Sohan!" Bhabhi warned, taking an angry step forward.

"Sital, do you like me?" Sohan asked again, his eyes wide and earnest.

"Sohan, I've had enough of you, now you’re going to get it—" Bhabhi was mid-threat when Sital, looking quickly toward Pooja Bua for confirmation, whispered something into Sweta Didi’s ear.

"Sital also likes Sohan," Sweta Didi announced into the tense silence, a small, nervous smile on her face.

Bhabhi stopped talking immediately, her mouth hanging open.

"What did you just say, Sweta?" Bhabhi asked, completely incredulous.

"Sital also likes Sohan," Sweta Didi repeated, nodding.

I was the single most shocked person in the hall when Sital actually confirmed it.

"See, Bhabhi?" Sohan said, his face shining with victory. "Sital also likes me! Now you have to start talking about my marriage as well. Rohan’s marriage is practically fixed. Now fix mine, too, in the same stroke."

For a few moments, we had all been lost in the bewildering absurdity of Sohan and Bhabhi's argument, but now, the shared shock of Sital’s simple "yes" replaced all other thoughts.

Pooja Bua immediately started whispering urgently with Neeta Bua and Jyoti Bua.

"This Sohan..." Bhabhi muttered to herself, shaking her head. "First, I had to convince Mammi with so much difficulty for Rohan and Sweta’s match. Now I have to go through the exact same conversation for Sohan and Sital." She took a deep breath and then addressed Pooja Bua. "So, what do you all say about Sohan and Sital?"

"If Sital says she likes him, then who are we to say no to her happiness?" Pooja Bua replied, already seeing the dazzling prospect of two daughters in one wealthy home. "Now you decide what the next steps should be."

"Please, you all continue with your breakfast," Bhabhi requested. "We'll need to talk about this later."

We started having breakfast while Bhabhi, Rohan's Mammi, and Rohan's Papa went back to the private room. I quickly followed and pressed myself close to the window, needing to hear every word.

"Bahu, what is the meaning of all this chaos?" Rohan's Mammi asked, her voice laced with deep annoyance.

"What can I say to you, Mammi?" Bhabhi said, sounding truly weary.

"I already feel that Sweta is not quite right for Rohan due to their background, and now Sohan wants to marry Sital too!" Rohan's Mammi complained.

"I already knew about Rohan's feelings," Bhabhi said, "but Sohan suddenly decided right now that he must get married. What else can we do? They are the right age; we should allow Sohan and Sital to get married."

"I absolutely will not let this happen," Rohan's Mammi declared, slamming her hand on a table.

"Mammi, Sital is Sweta’s own sister," Bhabhi calmly reasoned. "They will be like sisters in this house after marriage. This means we won't have to worry about the family breaking up due to any rivalry. What if we get Sohan married to someone else, and we don't know anything about that girl? What if she and Sweta don't get along? If Sohan marries Sital, this won't happen. I'm telling you, just as Sweta is the perfect girl for Rohan, Sital will be the perfect girl for Sohan."

"But the elder brother marrying the younger sister, and the younger brother marrying the elder sister—will this be right culturally?" Rohan's Mammi asked, still searching for an out.

"Everything is acceptable nowadays, Mammi," Bhabhi asserted. "Just say yes. If you say no, you already know how angry Sohan gets when he's contradicted."

"Yes, I know that well," Rohan's Mammi admitted, conceding the point. "Do what you think is best, Bahu. If anything goes wrong later with this double match, you will bear all the responsibility for it."

"I am a very good judge of people, Mammi," Bhabhi stated with firm confidence. "Sweta and Sital won't do anything to prove my decision wrong. Now let's go. They must be wondering what is taking us so long."

A profound sense of finality hit me. I was happy for Sital, truly, because this was an immense stroke of fortune for her, securing her future. But the knowledge that Sital's marriage was now fixed, and that our secret connection would end, caused my stomach to clench uncomfortably. *Sital is getting married. My relationship with her is over.* The excitement of the moment was undercut by a sudden, private loneliness.

I quickly went back to the hall and sat down, smoothing my expression. After a moment, Bhabhi and the parents returned, their faces set in a determined manner.

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## Update 152 C: The Double Engagement and the Farewell (Avi, Sweta Didi, Sital, and Bhabhi)

The parents returned, a sense of formal agreement now palpable in the room. Bhabhi took charge of the conversation, smiling broadly.

"We think we should get Rohan and Sohan married at the same time, together," Bhabhi announced. "Rohan can marry Sweta, and Sohan can marry Sital."

"We have absolutely no objection to that proposal," Pooja Bua said, her voice filled with relief. "What is Aunty's final decision, as the head of the household?"

"The children's choice is our choice, and their happiness is ours," Rohan's Mother replied, accepting the reality.

Pooja Bua immediately started whispering excitedly to Jyoti Bua and Neeta Bua, detailing the plans. She then called Raj's Papa once more to inform him of the spectacular, unexpected double match. Raj's Papa gave his immediate, enthusiastic permission over the phone.

"Let's get Sweta and Sital married together then, in a joint ceremony," Pooja Bua finalized.

"Yes," Bhabhi agreed. "We were thinking the same. Sohan will finish his engineering studies next year. The year after that, Rohan and Sweta’s studies will also be completed. As soon as Rohan's studies are finished, we’ll hold the joint wedding."

"What about Sital Didi's studies?" I asked, cutting through the marriage talk with a practical concern.

"Sital will continue her studies after marriage; there will be no stop to that," Bhabhi assured me. She then turned to the quiet girl. "What have you thought, Sital? Are you happy with this timeline?"

Sital just nodded yes, her face burning with a deep blush. The weight of her future suddenly settled on her, and she quickly got up and went out of the hall, overcome with shyness.

"Sital is completely blushing," Bhabhi said, chuckling softly at the sight.

"I'll go see Sital and comfort her," Sweta Didi offered, moving to stand up.

"Didi, you stay right here with Rohan," I said, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'll go bring Sital Didi back."

I walked out to find Sital in the spacious corridor, her back to me.

"Sital, are you truly, deeply happy about this decision?" I asked, my voice low and concerned, searching her eyes for any hint of hesitation.

"Yes, Avi," she said, finally turning to face me.

"You said yes after thinking very carefully, right? This is a huge life choice," I pressed.

"Yes, I did," she replied, her gaze steady.

"But you told me recently that you didn't want to get married yet," I reminded her, frowning slightly.

"I didn't exactly say that," she corrected me, a hint of her familiar smile returning. "And how was I supposed to know that Sohan would propose to me like that, in front of everyone, making it impossible to say no later?"

"Did you say yes only for Sweta Didi's happiness?" I asked, my voice dropping lower. "Did you feel that if you said no to Sohan, it might somehow jeopardize Rohan and Sweta Didi's marriage?"

"I didn't think like that, Avi," she said, her voice earnest. "I said yes after seeing Rohan’s intense love for Sweta Didi. Sohan is Rohan's brother; he must be a lot like him. And most importantly, by getting married into this house, Sweta Didi and I can live together forever."

"Then it's absolutely okay, Sital," I said, feeling immense relief that her choice was her own. "But what about our little plan to continue being boyfriend and girlfriend until the wedding?"

"Avi, we have to stop all that now," Sital said, her voice gentle but final. "It has to end here."

"I think so too," I agreed, accepting the closure. "But what if Sohan finds out that you're not a virgin when the time comes?"

"The marriage is two full years away," she said, a determined glint in her eyes. "By then, things will be fine to some extent, and I'll think of some good excuse for Sohan. And in two years, I’ll take Sohan so deep into my love that he won't care at all if I'm a virgin or not."

After a short moment, I brought Sital back to the hall. We stayed for lunch and then had a celebratory dinner at Rohan’s house. After talking about the marriage details for hours, we finally went to Jyoti Bua's house for the night.

At Jyoti Bua's house, Sweta Didi called me into her room, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"Avi, I will genuinely never forget what you did for me," Sweta Didi said, her eyes welling up with emotion. "You saved me."

"A brother should be able to do at least this much for his sister," I said, my voice kind.

"What happened that day... with your lund and my choot..." she began, her voice trailing off in renewed shame.

"I've completely forgotten about that day and that night, Didi," I said, my voice soft but firm, closing that chapter for good. "You should also forget that night. I won't ever tell anyone about it."

Sweta Didi moved forward and hugged me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder and saying "Thank you" over and over again, the tears finally flowing. Later that night, Pooja Bua kept talking late into the evening about the marriage logistics, detailing what we would do and how we would make all the arrangements. We eventually fell asleep while she was talking.

The next morning, I came back to the village with Neeta Bua. Pooja Bua had asked me to stay in the city, but Neeta Bua insisted that Leena was alone at home and needed me. Pooja Bua stayed there with Sweta, Sital, and Raj. They would all come back to the village with Raj’s Papa after a week.

I told everyone in the family about the unexpected, glorious news of Sweta Didi and Sital’s marriages. Meena Chachi was absolutely the happiest person of all. We had simply gone to talk about Sweta Didi’s marriage and returned after successfully fixing the marriages of both Sweta Didi and Sital to two wealthy, eligible brothers. The entire family was buzzing with pride and excitement.

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## Update 153: Mona's Thirst and Chachi's Gaze (Avi, Mona, Meena Chachi, and Suman Chachi)

The next day, after coming back from the city, I compensated for the hectic trip by sleeping for what felt like two or three days rolled into one night. I slowly eased back into my daily routine: wake up in the morning, do my exercise, go to Pooja Aunty's house, head to the fields in the evening, eat dinner, and go to sleep. The one significant change was the fact that Sital and Sweta Didi’s marriages were now fixed. Because of this new reality, I knew Sital and Sweta Didi wouldn't engage in sex with me anymore. They were now prospective brides for a respectable, wealthy family.

Sital, Sweta Didi, and Pooja Aunty had all stayed back in the city to meet Raj's Papa and finalize the arrangements. Riya hadn't returned from her maternal uncle’s village yet. I wasn't getting a chance to have sex with Rati either. This meant I was temporarily left with no one to satisfy my desires.

I finished my morning chores and headed to the fields. I arrived unusually early today. Only Chacha was present, sleeping inside the hut in the fields. I walked toward the mango orchard, spread a bedsheet under a shady tree, and immediately fell asleep, tired from the previous days' emotional expenditure.

After a long while, someone gently nudged me awake. The one who woke me up was Mona.

"Hey Mona, how did you come here?" I asked, sitting up, still groggy and slightly surprised.

"I have started working in the fields now," Mona replied, adjusting the cloth covering her head.

"What time is it right now?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"It’s past 6:00 p.m.," Mona said, pointing toward the setting sun.

"What? It’s 6:00 p.m.?" I exclaimed, shocked. "That means I was sleeping for four straight hours!"

Even after getting ample sleep the night before, the sheer exhaustion from the mental strain of the past few days must have been immense. My head felt heavy, and my limbs were strangely numb from the deep, dead sleep. The realization that I had wasted an entire evening made a sharp, familiar jolt of desire run through me—a desire that had nowhere to go.

I splashed cool water from a nearby well onto my face to wake up.

"How is Kamala Kaki doing now?" I asked, wiping my face with my shirt.

"She’s fine now," Mona replied. "After resting for three or four more days, she will also return to work in the fields."

"You just got married, and you’ve already started working," I observed. *I was the one who directly told Kamala Kaki to send Mona to work in the fields, knowing her husband was away.*

"Everyone has their own destiny," Mona said, avoiding my gaze and picking up a tool.

"Where is your husband these days?" I asked. "Doesn't he work here in the village?"

"He goes to the city every day for work," Mona replied, beginning to weed a row.

"So you two are both earning money now," I noted.

"Yes," she confirmed simply.

"That's a good thing," I said. I switched the topic to something light. "But one thing: your wedding was a lot of fun. This was the first time such a loud, grand wedding happened in the whole village."

"Yes, *you* would have fun," she said cryptically, not looking up.

"Why?" I asked, walking closer. "You must have had fun too. You had your first night at such a young age."

Mona immediately changed the topic, her shoulders stiffening slightly. "I have to work, Avi," she said, her voice strained. "Let me work, please."

"Who is stopping you from working?" I asked, leaning against a tree.

"You aren't physically stopping me, but you’re wasting my time by talking," she said pointedly. "And if I don't work hard, your Chacha will fire me from my job."

"I'm here right now, so don't worry about that," I assured her, standing taller. "Chacha won't say anything to you. By the way, your body has really opened up after marriage, Mona." I let my eyes linger on her figure.

Mona didn't reply to me; she just kept her head down, intensely focused on her work. I sensed her discomfort and thought that I should leave her alone for now. I let her work and started walking home, my mind already formulating a plan.

*I think Mona didn't have fun on her 'first night.' How could she? She's already had her first night so many times before, and with me. Now her husband works far away in the city. That means he doesn't spend much time with Mona, and when he comes home, he's tired. Mona must be physically thirsty. That’s why Mona refused to even look at me or reply to my teasing. I’ll definitely have to do something to take care of Mona's thirst soon.*

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When I got home, I went straight to Komal's house. Sweta Didi's laptop was still with Komal. This was the first time I had gone to Komal's house this late in the evening. We both sat down and started learning how to use the laptop's various functions. Late at night, I came home from Komal's house. Suman Chachi was sitting in the hall. As soon as I walked in, I pulled off my sweaty T-shirt, leaving my chest bare, which I knew was now better-defined from the exercise. Suman Chachi looked at my body and immediately called out to Meena Chachi.

"Meena, come here! Avi's body has become so strong and defined," Suman Chachi said, her voice filled with surprise.

"Yes, Didi," Meena Chachi replied, walking over with a knowing look.

"There's a real shine on Avi's body now," Suman Chachi observed, her gaze lingering.

"Yes," Meena Chachi replied, her voice slow and heavy with implication. "A shine that can attract anyone toward him, Didi."

"If Avi keeps exercising like this, he'll become a powerful wrestler soon," Suman Chachi mused, shaking her head.

"Avi is fine like this," Meena Chachi said quickly, dismissing the wrestling idea. "What will he do by becoming a simple wrestler?"

"That's true," Suman Chachi agreed. "What will he do by becoming a wrestler? But you did a good thing by telling Avi to start exercising, Meena."

"Didi, Avi is getting older and growing up now," Meena Chachi explained. "He absolutely should exercise. He needs to build his body to its full potential."

"Yes," Suman Chachi said, smiling. "Increase it well and make him a strong man."

"Didi, don't worry about Avi at all," Meena Chachi said, stepping closer to me, her voice full of ownership. "I'll take full, complete care of Avi and his body."

Suman Chachi and Meena Chachi kept talking about my body like this, their eyes fixed on me, as I stood there listening.

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## Update 153 A: Mona's Unwillingness and a Missed Chance (Avi and Mona)

The next day, I woke up with the sun and immediately started my exercise routine. Meena Chachi brought me a large glass of milk.

"Avi, drink this milk right now," Meena Chachi commanded, holding the glass out.

"Is there anything special in the milk today, Chachi?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the sheer size of the glass.

"Yes, there is," she confirmed. "I've increased your diet significantly to build up your body."

"Now drink it quickly," she urged, her eyes fixed on me. I finished the milk in one long draft.

After exercising, I went for a long walk around the village. After walking, I stopped by Komal's house. Today, Kavita, Leena, and Komal were all sitting together watching a movie on the laptop. I immediately joined them and started watching the movie. After finishing the movie and playing around for a while, I came home. After eating a quick dinner, I slept for a short while in the afternoon to be rested for the evening.

Then, in the evening, I went to the fields. As expected, Mona was working there. I walked directly up to her.

"Mona, come with me to pluck mangoes," I said, my voice friendly.

"I have work here, Avi," Mona replied, not looking up. "Go with someone else."

"I don't go with anyone else," I said, shaking my head. "I always used to go with Kamala Kaki. Now that Kamala Kaki isn't here, you have to come with me instead."

"Okay, fine, let's go," she relented, putting down her tool. "But where do we have to go? The mangoes are right here in this patch."

"We have to go to the far side of the orchard, deep inside the trees," I said, weaving my lie smoothly.

"The other side? Why so far?" she asked, surprised.

"Kamala Kaki told me that the sweetest, juiciest mangoes are only on the other side of the orchard," I explained. "We used to always go there to pluck the best mangoes."

"Okay, let's go, then," she said, though her reluctance was clear.

I started walking with Mona toward the deeper, more secluded part of the mango orchard. After walking for a long stretch, Mona started to get impatient. "How much further do we have to go?" she asked, sighing.

"We've almost reached the spot," I promised.

"There are plenty of mangoes over there, too," Mona pointed out, gesturing behind us. "Then why did we come all the way out here?"

"I already told you," I repeated, keeping my lie consistent. "Kamala Kaki and I always used to come here to pluck the really good mangoes."

"Just do it quickly, then," Mona urged. "I also have to get back to the work your Chacha told me to do."

"You are with me now," I said, slowing my pace. "And plucking the fruit is also work."

"I have to do the weeding work that your Chacha specifically told me to do," Mona insisted, stubbornly clinging to her duty.

"Don't worry about Chacha," I said, putting my hand on my hip. "I’ll handle Chacha."

"Okay," she sighed. "Still, let's do this fast."

"Tell me this, Mona," I asked, stopping completely. "Do you truly want to do the back-breaking weeding work Chacha told you to do, or would you rather do this light work with me?"

"I don't want to do any work, period," Mona confessed, her face twisting in displeasure.

"Then what are you doing here in the fields, working?" I asked, a slight smile forming.

"Some pervert or bitch told my mother-in-law that I should work here in the fields," Mona said bitterly, her eyes flashing. "And my mother-in-law listened to that pervert and sent me here."

She’s abusing me! The realization that she was calling me a "pervert" and a "bitch" despite me being her only consistent source of pleasure filled me with a complex mix of amusement and frustration. I was the one who directly told Kamala Kaki that Mona should work in the fields!

"That means you really don't like to work?" I asked, trying to mask my amusement.

"I run away at the very mention of work," Mona declared with absolute conviction.

"If you hate working, then come with me to pluck mangoes properly," I said, taking her hand. "You just have to stay near me. There’s no work at all, I promise."

"Why didn't you just tell me this immediately?" Mona said, her mood shifting instantly. "I wouldn't have asked so many questions. I would have come with you silently in the first place."

"Come on, let's hurry up, then," I said, my heart starting to race.

After a few more minutes, we reached our secluded spot. I quickly climbed up the mango tree and started plucking the fruit. I kept plucking mangoes for a good twenty minutes. Then, when I climbed down from the tree, Mona wasn't standing there waiting for me. I started looking around the bushes for Mona. I was searching when I suddenly remembered Kamala Kaki’s old habit. Whenever I came down from the tree, Kamala Kaki would always go to pee in the bushes.

*Maybe Mona also went to pee just like Kamala Kaki. The thought hit me like a physical blow. I had already had sex with Mona's choot, but I hadn't had a chance at her gaand yet. Let me go and watch Mona pee, I thought, the idea immediately exciting me. Until I get a chance to fuck her gaand, let me get some quick fun by just watching her gaand.

Anyway, watching a girl pee has its own unique fun. The last time I saw Kamala Kaki peeing, I saw Kaki, and Kaki saw me peeing. We both shared a quick moment of fun watching each other. Oh well, if I didn't get Kamala Kaki, what can I do? At least I have Kaki's daughter-in-law right here. I’ll make sure to show Mona my lund, too. The last time I had sex with Mona in the dark storehouse, I couldn't properly see Mona, and Mona didn't see my lund either. Today, both of our secret wishes will be fulfilled. I’ll get to see Mona's gaand, and Mona will get to see my strong lund. If everything goes well, I’ll also get to fuck Mona's gaand today. If not her gaand, at least her choot will be available for a powerful fuck.*

I was lost in my lustful thinking when I heard the sound of someone returning. What? Did Mona finish peeing so fast? I realized I had wasted too much precious time just standing there thinking, and Mona was already done. My luck is so bad today! No, my luck wasn't bad, but I had let an easy opportunity slip right through my hands. The last time, Kamala Kaki was practically in my grasp, and what did I do? I let the bird that was in my hand fly away. The exact same mistake was happening today with Mona.

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## Update 153 B: A Scare, a Hug, and a Wet Sari (Avi and Mona)

I stood there, furious with myself for missing the sight of Mona's gaand. Since I couldn't see Mona's gaand, what could I do now? I resolved to show Mona my lund instead. At least she would be happy seeing it, and that would be a step toward my goal.

*If I gave it some thought, I knew I could convince Mona to have sex within one minute. All I had to do was say the words "store house," and she would instantly understand that I knew everything about her past secret encounters with other men. But first, let me show her my lund once, I decided. Mona was the kind of girl whose choot would instantly become wet as soon as she saw a large, hard lund. Who knows? Water might come out from many places on her body just from the sight of it.*

*What am I doing?* I chastised myself. *I'm wasting precious time thinking again!* Mona was already coming back into the clearing. I had to do whatever I wanted to do quickly before she reached me. I unzipped my pants and took my lund out, starting to pee against a tree. My lund had gotten hard while I was thinking about Mona's gaand. It’s difficult to pee with a hard lund; it takes time for the urine to come out, which was an advantage for me. Mona could look at my lund for a longer time. I positioned myself so that Mona would see my lund from the side, a slightly more dramatic view, rather than straight on.

Mona walked toward me, stopping about eight or ten steps away, and immediately fixed her gaze on my exposed lund. Mona was looking at my lund with wide, stunned eyes. She was visibly shocked to see the size and thickness of my lund. Looking at Mona's face, it seemed like this was the first time Mona had seen a lund this long and thick. Mona's eyes became slightly bloodshot from the sudden intoxication of lust. Her throat looked dry, and she couldn't speak, completely mesmerized. Mona was staring at my lund without blinking. Her hand automatically went to her choot from above her clothes. As soon as her fingers brushed her choot, she quickly snatched her hand away, embarrassed.

*Maybe her choot got wet,* I thought, a surge of power running through me. *And the wetness from her choot went through her panty, wet her petticoat, and even reached her sari.* *Can so much water really come out?* Maybe it can, I decided. I was focused on peeing, and Mona was lost in staring at my lund.

We were both lost in our own private worlds when we suddenly heard a tremendous crash—two monkeys had tumbled out of the tree directly behind Mona and landed with a thud. We both jumped in shock and terror. When I looked at the monkeys, my fear immediately vanished, but Mona was so frightened she looked ready to faint. The monkeys had fallen right behind her! As soon as the sound hit her, Mona screamed, ran straight toward me, and violently hugged me.

Mona had hugged me so tightly that I could feel the sheer panic emanating from her. The way she clung to me showed exactly how terrified she was. I wanted to separate Mona from me because I was still peeing, but she was not ready to let go. She was simply hugging me out of pure, animal fear. Even if it was only out of fear, Mona had thrown herself into my arms. I started taking advantage of the situation immediately. I also hugged Mona tightly. Mona's soft breasts were pressed hard against my chest, flattened entirely by the pressure.

Mona's hands were gripping my back, but my hands were immediately all over her gaand. I started caressing and kneading Mona's gaand intensely. I was enjoying myself thoroughly while caressing Mona's gaand. Mona was scared out of her wits, and I was having the time of my life. We both completely ignored the monkeys. After a moment, the monkeys' frightened chattering stopped as they ran away. Mona also realized the threat was gone. But Mona didn't separate from me. She was too busy enjoying the intense massage on her gaand. After a brief, delicious moment, I had to separate Mona from me forcefully.

I had completely forgotten one crucial detail: I was still peeing. When Mona hugged me, I was still relieving myself. I hadn't finished peeing yet! While I felt incredible when Mona suddenly hugged me, my lund started hurting later. It wasn't the initial hug that hurt, but as Mona moved slightly to enjoy the gaand massage, my exposed lund started rubbing painfully against the metal zipper of my jeans. Because of that sharp pain, I had to pull Mona away from me.

My lund had gone completely soft from the pain and the interruption. My jeans were soaked with pee. If my jeans were wet, then Mona's sari should also be wet, I realized. I looked down at Mona. She was staring at her sari, which was wet with my urine. Mona looked up at me with an unreadable expression and started quickly adjusting her sari. I also started fixing my jeans. Luckily, my black jeans were only very slightly wet, and the dark color hid the moisture easily. I first put my lund back inside and zipped up. Then I stepped toward Mona.

"This part of your sari is completely wet," I stated, touching the damp cloth.

"Yes," Mona replied, her face looking stressed.

"But how did it get wet like that?" I asked, feigning innocence.

"What do you mean 'how'?" Mona said, glaring at me. "You did it! You wet my whole sari. Now let's go from here immediately."

"Just like that?" I asked, stopping her exit.

"Yes, come on, let's go quickly," she urged, trying to move past me.

"We can't go anywhere like this," I said, blocking her path.

"Why not?" she asked, confused.

"You don't understand, Mona," I said seriously. "If we walk out now in these wet clothes, people will immediately think that we were doing something wrong and inappropriate out here."

"I didn't think about that implication," Mona admitted, her fear growing. "Now what should we possibly do?"

"We'll have to stay right here until your sari dries completely," I reasoned.

"But it won't dry just sitting here, especially under the trees," she said, wringing her hands.

"Now you think about what we should do," I said, putting the responsibility back on her. "How can we dry the sari faster?"

She looked around frantically, then back at me. "You look the other way, Avi," she said softly.

"Why do I need to look away?" I asked, playing dumb.

"If I keep the sari on, how will it dry?" she explained, frustration creeping in. "I'll have to take it off completely and spread it out."

"Okay," I said, turning my back to her immediately. "I’ll look the other way completely. You take off your sari and put it out to dry in the sunlight."

Mona quickly started taking off her sari behind me. She spread the wet sari on the ground where there was a patch of weak sunlight filtering through the trees.

"Are you finished getting decent?" I asked after a moment.

"Yes," she confirmed. "But don't turn around yet, please."

"Okay," I said. "You sit over there. I'll sit here with my face turned the other way until you're dry."

"Okay," she replied.

We sat under the tree. There was a distance of about seven or eight steps between me and Mona. We sat quietly for a while, the silence broken only by the sound of insects. The tension was thick, but I finally broke the silence and started talking.

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## Update 153 C: The Monkey Story and the Truth (Avi and Mona)

We sat quietly under the tree, the distance between us palpable. Finally, I broke the silence, turning my head slightly away from her to maintain the pretense of modesty.

"Mona, you still haven't clearly told me how this part of your sari got wet," I said, a mischievous tone playing in my voice.

"You already know exactly how the sari got wet, Avi," Mona countered, her voice dry. "Then why are you bothering to ask?"

"I know," I admitted. "But you were sitting there so silently, so I asked to start a conversation. By the way, I have to say, it was incredibly fun hugging you."

"I know," she replied, her eyes fixed on the drying cloth. "I know how much fun you were having."

"If you knew, then why didn't you push away from me?" I asked, allowing a genuine smirk to widen across my face.

"I was genuinely terrified," she insisted, her arms still crossed over her chest. "And because of the fear, I couldn't think clearly. That's why I just clung to you."

"By the way, you were also having fun by the end of it," I teased, pushing the boundary.

"I was not having any fun at all," she denied quickly, adjusting her sitting position.

We were talking when a disturbance in the branches announced the return of the same two monkeys. Seeing them, Mona instantly grew scared again, her shoulders hunching.

"Avi, those monkeys have come back to the spot," Mona whispered, her voice shaking slightly.

"Yes, I can see them perfectly," I said, glancing over my shoulder.

"Now they're fighting each other," Mona observed, watching their movements.

"I'm not blind; I can see them wrestling," I said, a little impatiently.

"You come here, next to me," she commanded suddenly, scooting closer to my turned back. "I am still scared they might jump at me."

"If you're scared, then you come to me," I replied, refusing to turn around. "I am not moving."

Mona scrambled over and sat right next to me, her hip pressing against mine.

"Look how those two male monkeys are fighting each other," I commented.

"Why are they fighting?" Mona asked, distracted by the spectacle. "There are so many mangoes here for all of them."

"Look higher up in the tree," I instructed, tilting my head. "There's another monkey perched up there."

"What's the connection between these two wrestling monkeys and that monkey on the tree?" Mona asked, puzzled.

"I think they're not fighting for the mangoes at all," I said, leaning in to whisper. "They're fighting for that third monkey—or rather, a female monkey."

"So that's what's happening," Mona breathed, suddenly engrossed.

"Yes," I confirmed. "The one who wins the fight between these two monkeys will get the prize: that female monkey."

"Monkeys have such a simple life," Mona sighed, shaking her head. "They just have fun and more fun."

"Everyone thinks the same way about others," I said philosophically. "Everyone always likes someone else's life, and someone else's wife."

"Look, the smaller monkey lost the fight," Mona pointed out, pulling my attention back. "The larger one won."

"That monkey who lost, he was with that female monkey before," I explained, watching the scene unfold. "I've seen them many times. Now the new, winning monkey has become the owner of that female monkey and, in their mind, this whole orchard."

"Where is that winning monkey going now?" Mona asked, her attention fully captured.

"He's going to claim his prize," I said, watching him climb toward the female.

"Prize?" Mona asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"Now he'll have sex with that female monkey," I said directly, using the word clearly.

Mona didn't react much to the word "sex." She was simply transfixed, watching the new couple. The winning monkey went behind the female monkey and immediately started thrusting into her. Mona was openly watching the monkeys having sex. I would look at Mona sometimes, and sometimes at the coupling monkeys. I noticed Mona secretly rubbing her choot from above her clothes, an action she thought was hidden but was plain to my eyes. After a while, the monkeys moved to another tree and continued their sex there. They gradually went far away from us.

Mona finally looked at me once, then quickly looked away, her cheeks flushed. I knew this was the moment. She was clearly aroused from watching the spectacle. I needed to strike while the iron was hot.

"Mona, do you know," I began, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial level, "the three monkeys you just saw actually have a complicated story?"

"A story?" Mona asked, her interest piqued. "What kind of story could monkeys have?"

"It’s a very interesting story, full of twists," I said. "Do you want to hear it?"

"Anyway, it’s better to listen to your story than to stay quiet here," Mona said, settling in closer to me. "Tell me the story now."

"I'll tell you the story," I said, turning my head to look at the side of her face, "but you must not speak or interrupt in the middle of it."

"I won't," she promised, her body tense with anticipation.

"That monkey who lost—he was actually that female monkey's prospective husband," I began, my voice low and hypnotic. "One day, that monkey and female monkey were having sex deep in the jungle when a tiger suddenly came close. The male monkey, hearing the tiger, ran away in fear. The female monkey was left alone, naked and vulnerable in the jungle. The tiger was closing in on the female monkey, but there was another monkey, a stranger, hidden in the jungle who quickly hid the female monkey behind a massive tree. The tiger, seeing no one, took the female monkey's discarded clothes and left the area. The female monkey thanked the strange monkey for saving her life. In return for saving her dignity and life, she had sex with that strange monkey. All this happened in the dark, so the female monkey didn't know who the monkey was. The strange monkey brought new clothes for that female monkey, left them on the tree branch, and disappeared. The female monkey put on the new clothes, and when she tried to look closely at the stranger in the faint moonlight, the monkey had already gone. Then that female monkey returned to her own house. She stopped having sex in the jungle after that incident. Later, that female monkey got married to the original monkey who ran away. The monkey who saved her was even there at her wedding, but the female monkey couldn't recognize him at all. And even today, right here in this orchard, those two monkeys—the female and the one who saved her—are in front of each other, but the female monkey still has no idea that the monkey who saved her from the tiger is sitting quietly with her."

"Mona, how was the story?" I asked, my voice returning to normal, my eyes boring into her face.

Mona didn't say anything immediately. She sat motionless, her eyes wide, staring straight ahead as she processed the clear, unmistakable meaning of my story.

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## Update 153 D: The Failed Proposition (Avi and Mona)

I waited for a moment, letting the weight of my story settle upon her. She remained utterly still.

"What happened, Mona?" I asked, my voice edged with impatience. "What are you thinking about so intensely?"

"What exactly did you say at the end of that story?" Mona asked, turning her head slowly to look at my profile.

"This is a divine prophecy; it happens only once," I replied, trying to sound mysterious. *She definitely heard what I said at the end, but why is she asking again? Oh, yes, people often ask the same question after hearing something truly shocking or unbelievable.*

"'Even today, in this orchard, those two are in front of each other, but the female monkey still doesn't know that the monkey who saved her from the tiger is sitting with her.' Isn't that what you said?" Mona recited the exact line back to me.

"If you knew the line, then why were you asking me to repeat it?" I asked, turning slightly to face her.

"I asked you a simple question; now answer it simply," Mona demanded, her voice firm.

"Yes, that is exactly what I said," I confirmed. "Didn't you like the story's ending?"

"You called me a female monkey," Mona accused, her eyes narrowing.

"When did I ever call you a female monkey, Mona?" I asked, feigning total innocence.

"Don't act so innocent, Avi," Mona said, shaking her head. "You clearly called me a female monkey."

"I did not call you a female monkey," I insisted.

"At the end, you clearly said that the monkey who saved the female monkey is right here in this orchard," Mona explained, pointing between us. "Only the two of us are here, so by implication, you called me a female monkey."

*Did Mona only understand that superficial part of the story?* I inwardly groaned. *I had a feeling that Mona wouldn't understand the analogy well. That's why I used suggestive details like 'marriage' and 'clothes' to make it clear. And I even told her that the monkey who saved her was sitting with her! Even then, Mona didn't immediately grasp what I was trying to reveal about the storehouse!* "Mona, you didn't understand the deeper meaning of the story at all," I sighed.

"That is absolutely not the answer to my question," Mona said, crossing her arms firmly over her chest. "First, answer my specific question about the insult."

"The two of us are the only people in this orchard, so it's obvious that I called you a 'female monkey' in the story, yes," I admitted, giving her the direct answer she wanted.

"Do I look like a female monkey to you?" Mona demanded.

"You don't look like a female monkey; you are the female monkey from the story," I corrected her, my tone sharpening.

"What did you say just now?" Mona asked, her eyes widening again. "I'm the female monkey? You were praising my beauty in the storehouse, and now you're calling me a female monkey?"

"That means you finally understood what I was trying to convey," I said, a slow smile returning to my face.

"I was very confused at first, but later I understood the meaning," Mona conceded, nodding. "And what you specifically said at the end made the whole story make sense to me."

"You remember the whole thing about the storehouse?" I asked, leaning in closer, feeling the tension rise.

"Yes," Mona said, her voice dropping. "How could I ever forget that? My future husband ran away and left me completely alone."

"Then why did you marry him, even though he ran away and abandoned you?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Everyone in the village knew that I was going to marry him," Mona explained, lowering her eyes. "If I hadn't married him then, I would have never gotten married at all. And there was one other reason to marry him."

"Another reason?" I asked, urging her on. "What was that reason? I want to hear it right now."

"After that incident in the storehouse, I stopped going there completely," Mona said quietly. "Then we used to have sex at home instead. One day, my Mammi saw me with him and immediately rushed to get me married."

"When I found out about your sudden marriage, I also thought that something like that must have happened to force the issue," I admitted.

"Mona, what else do you remember from our encounter in the storehouse?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation back to our shared moment.

"I remember absolutely everything about that night," Mona confirmed.

"Then you must also remember exactly what you said to me right after we finished," I prompted her.

"What did I say?" Mona asked, playing innocent again.

"This is exactly what you said," I quoted her words slowly, intimately. "'I want to have sex with you again. I can't see your face. At least tell me your name.' 'No,' I said. 'Let it remain a secret. When I want to have sex with you again, I'll come to you myself.' 'Don't do that. I have become a slave to your lund.'"

"I said that?" Mona whispered, avoiding my gaze. "I must have said it, but it has no value now, Avi."

"That means you don't want to have sex with me anymore?" I asked, my voice demanding clarification.

"I did want to before, yes," she said, nodding once. "But I absolutely do not now."

"What did you just say?" I asked, gripping the ground with my fists. "Say that one more time, clearly."

"What I said in the storehouse was before my marriage," Mona said, her voice gaining strength and finality.

"And now, after your marriage?" I asked, trying to hold onto the past.

"And now I am a married woman," Mona stated. "Now I've made a decision to have sex only with my husband."

"You won't have sex with me at all?" I asked, the disappointment making my stomach clench.

"Not just with you," Mona said, looking me in the eye for the first time with genuine resolve. "I've stopped having sex with my brother-in-law, too."

"I brought you all the way out here to the secluded orchard with the clear intention of having sex with you, and now you are telling me you won't?" I asked, anger rising in my throat.

"After marriage, only my husband has the right over me and my body," Mona said, standing up and dusting her petticoat. "I can't even allow myself to think about anyone else besides my husband. You should immediately get the idea of having sex with me out of your head, Avi."

"I truly thought that you would always be ready to have sex with me," I said, my voice heavy with frustration. "That's why I brought you all the way out here today."

"If you had wanted to have sex before my marriage, I wouldn't have said no," Mona concluded, picking up her sari. "But now it simply cannot happen."

What I had planned, and what actually happened, were two completely opposite things. My entire body tensed up; my jaw clenched hard enough to hurt, and I felt a hot, frustrated flush rise up my neck. I had counted on her history and her lust, and she had countered me with her sudden, frustrating sense of marital duty. My lund, which had hardened minutes ago, felt completely shrunken and dull.

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## Update 153 E: The True Thirst Quenched (Avi and Mona)

"The sari is dry now," Mona said, her voice sounding entirely businesslike. "We should go."

"Okay," I replied, standing up. "You put on the sari. I'll fill the bag with mangoes in the meantime."

I left Mona near the clothes and, my heart heavy with disappointment and my lund feeling slack and dejected, I started filling the bag with the fallen fruit. I didn't bother looking to see what Mona was doing. Both my lund and I were profoundly sad over her refusal. I had nearly finished filling the bag when I finally turned toward Mona—and my eyes opened wide in disbelief. After giving such a long, sanctimonious speech about being a chaste wife, I never in a million years thought Mona would do this.

Mona had stripped off her remaining clothes as well. She had taken off both her blouse and her petticoat. She had spread the petticoat on the ground and was now lying completely naked on it, openly massaging her choot with her hand.

"What are you standing there looking at, Avi?" Mona purred, beckoning me with a lazy wave of her hand. "Come here now."

Mona, who had claimed to become a pious, chaste woman just minutes ago, had utterly abandoned the pretense. I was frozen in my spot, staring at her naked body.

"Are you coming here," Mona challenged, her fingers still working against her choot, "or should I just put my clothes back on?"

I quickly dropped the bag of mangoes and lunged toward Mona, throwing myself on top of her. I had endured a long, humiliating conversation, during which my lund had gotten hard multiple times only to be slapped down by Mona’s 'duty.' This time, I refused to waste any more time thinking or talking. The discussion could wait until after the sex.

I grabbed Mona's head and aggressively brought her mouth up to mine, crushing my lips against hers and starting to kiss her deeply. Mona was now lying naked in the secluded orchard, and I was on top of her, pressing my body against hers. I started sucking the juice from Mona's lips, and she immediately gave me her full, passionate support. We both sucked and attacked each other's lips and tongues with unrestrained lust.

After a deep session of kissing, I pulled off my T-shirt and threw it away. Now I was naked from the top as well. I then attacked her breasts. I started sucking and kissing both of her boobs, sometimes taking her nipples deep into my mouth and sucking them hard. Mona started moaning loudly in pleasure, the sound a low, guttural wave. I grabbed both her boobs in my hands and, with all my strength, started aggressively massaging and rubbing them. Mona’s condition deteriorated into pure pleasure; she began expressing her desire by wildly thrashing her hands and legs against the ground.

I alternated between massaging Mona's boobs, rubbing them roughly, and lightly biting her boobs with my teeth. It was incredibly fun to play with Mona’s boobs, but I needed to have sex with her quickly because the laborers would soon be leaving the fields, and it was past time for me to be heading home. I moved down between Mona's legs and looked at her choot. Mona's choot was clearly heavily used and open. I don't know how many lunds she had taken until now for her choot to be in such a state. Looking at her choot, I instantly dismissed the idea of sucking it.

But I had to make her choot wet and ready. I started aggressively massaging her choot with my hand. After working on her choot for a short while, I ripped off my jeans and underwear. My lund was already intensely hard. I didn't give Mona a chance to suck my lund; there was no time to spare. I quickly pulled a condom out of my jeans pocket and started rolling it onto my lund.

"What are you doing, Avi?" Mona gasped, grabbing my arm. "Do it without the condom!"

"I will only fuck your choot with a condom on," I asserted, finishing the task.

"You did it without one in the storehouse before," Mona protested, trying to pull the condom off.

"I didn't have a condom then," I said, swatting her hand away. "Now I do. Don't create a scene; I absolutely won't have sex without a condom."

"Okay, fine," she conceded, lying back in surrender. "Do whatever you want to do, Avi. But for God's sake, just quench my thirst!"

I spread Mona’s legs wide and immediately attacked her choot. I aligned myself between Mona’s legs and, by spreading them even further apart, widened her already-open choot. Without wasting any more time, I directly thrust my lund into her choot. My lund went more than halfway into Mona’s choot on the first try. After the initial thrust, I gave another powerful, driving thrust without pausing. My whole lund buried itself deep inside Mona’s choot.

Mona screamed. Mona, in a confusing mix of pleasure and pain, started thrashing her hands and legs like a wild thing and screaming loudly. She screamed so loudly that I genuinely worried her voice would reach the people still working in the distant fields. I immediately told Mona to be quiet; if she screamed like that, everyone would find out. I let my lund remain deep inside Mona’s choot for a few moments. Mona didn't feel much pain, and she quickly calmed down, settling into the pleasure.

Even after Mona became calm, I deliberately didn't start thrusting. Mona couldn't bear the delay. Seeing me completely still, she herself started jumping up and down to take my lund deeper into her choot, effectively having sex herself. I burst out laughing at Mona’s frantic need.

"Why are you laughing like that?" Mona demanded, grabbing my hips. "Thrust now, please!"

I started laughing again, enjoying her torment.

"Thrust!" Mona cried out, her voice desperate. "Why are you tormenting me like this?"

"Why did you act like a married saint just a moment ago?" I countered, pressing my advantage. "Why did you keep saying you didn't want to have sex with me?"

"I'll tell you all that later," Mona begged, arching her back. "First, quench my itch and my body's thirst."

"Okay, I'll quench your itch," I said, a playful smile on my face. "But tomorrow, you will have to do absolutely everything I tell you to do without argument."

"I'll do whatever you say, Avi," Mona promised quickly. "Now, please, please quench my thirst."

I finally started fiercely thrusting into Mona’s choot. I thrust comfortably while massaging her boobs and pulling on her nipples. My two primary focuses were rhythmic thrusting into her choot and continuous massage of her boobs. After a short while, I rolled onto my back, and Mona climbed on top of me. Now Mona started jumping wildly on my lund. I also started thrusting up from below. Mona was getting double the pleasure; her choot was getting powerful thrusts from both directions.

Along with the thrusting, I continued to massage her boobs. Whenever I felt a surge of pleasure, I would spank her gaand hard, which gave both of us a jolt of raw excitement. Mona was clearly getting enormous pleasure from being spanked on her gaand. As soon as I would spank her gaand, she would thrust her choot harder down toward my lund, and because of Mona doing this, the pleasure of the sex would double. I again quickly switched positions and took Mona under me, and now I was riding her choot with overwhelming power. I was now thrusting my lund into Mona’s choot from above.

Mona was getting an immense amount of pleasure. She started moaning intensely. She was making frantic sounds of "aah ahh uhh mmmm nnnnn" and frantically telling me to fuck her even harder. I continued to thrust my lund into Mona’s choot with all my strength. After a short while, Mona screamed and yelled, "Fuck fast! I'm about to come now!"

I increased my speed and, with all my strength, started tearing her choot apart with my final, rapid thrusts. Mona was screaming and moaning. Hearing Mona's cries was giving me a very distinct kind of savage pleasure. Mona had already climaxed three times. And now she was about to climax for the fourth time. My semen was also on the verge of coming out. First, Mona's water rushed out with a final shriek. Then I quickly took my lund out of her choot, peeled off the condom and flung it away, and immediately put my lund into Mona’s mouth. Mona started sucking my lund eagerly and kept sucking until my semen came out in a hot rush.

Mona started drinking my semen with immense pleasure, gulping it down. Mona also licked my lund completely clean and then lay back down on the petticoat. I lay down next to her, completely spent and satisfied.

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## Update 154: The Thirst Explained (Avi and Mona)

We lay stretched out on the ground together for a while, side by side. Mona slowly gathered herself, her breathing evening out. I looked at her, my mind racing with questions about her abrupt change of heart. Why had she refused me so forcefully just minutes ago, claiming to be a chaste wife? How did she switch from that moral high ground to naked submission so quickly? A little while ago, she had been a devoted woman; now she was a satisfied lover.

*What is truly going on in Mona's mind? I have to ask Mona how she changed her decision so completely and quickly.* I had just parted my lips to question her when Mona herself started talking, rolling onto her side to face me.

"That was absolutely so much fun, Avi," Mona sighed contentedly. "Having sex with you completely gets rid of all my horrible itch."

"How much itch do you actually have, Mona?" I asked, a wide, knowing grin stretching across my face.

"I had so much itch that you wouldn't believe it," Mona admitted, lightly punching my arm. "But you've gotten rid of every bit of it, thankfully."

"You're still this thirsty, even after getting married?" I asked, amused by her intensity.

"What can I even tell you, Avi?" Mona lamented, her expression souring. "By getting married, I have utterly shot myself in the foot."

"Tell me clearly what you mean," I insisted, propping my head up on my elbow.

"Before the marriage, I used to have sex regularly with my brother and with my future husband," Mona explained, counting them on her fingers. "But ever since I got married, I've only been able to have sex with my husband."

"Why did that change?" I asked. "Doesn't your brother still do it with you now?"

"My brother only comes to my house sometimes now," Mona complained with a heavy sigh. "But whenever he does come, my mother-in-law sticks to me like Fevicol. I don't get any chance to do anything alone with my brother."

"If your brother can't do it at your house, then why don't you simply go over to your brother's house?" I suggested.

"I tried that too," Mona said, shaking her head in defeat. "But at my mother’s house, my Mammi sticks to me like Fevicol instead!"

I couldn't help but burst into laughter, the absurdity of her situation hitting me. *So, at her husband's house, it’s the mother-in-law, and at her brother's house, it’s her Mammi.*

"Don't laugh at my misery," Mona pouted, hitting my chest softly.

"Okay, I won't laugh anymore," I promised, suppressing my smile. "If you can't do it with your brother, then what happened? You have your husband right there. Quench your itch with him completely."

"My husband?" Mona scoffed, rolling her eyes. "He goes to work in the city every morning and comes home completely tired at night. He does it with me just once, a quick fuck. and then he's asleep. I'm accustomed to taking two lunds at a time to be satisfied. He’s done after only one time, but I am left miserably thirsty."

"If you were that thirsty, then why did you act so difficult and say no to having sex with me just now?" I asked, finally posing the main question.

"You had sex with me in the storehouse in such a powerful way that I became an absolute slave to your lund," Mona confessed, her eyes glazing over with remembrance. "I thought you'd certainly come to have sex with me again, but I didn't see you anywhere after the storehouse. My choot was just constantly begging for your lund. First, you didn't come back to have sex with me again. And I didn't even know who you were! Whenever I saw someone staring at me in the street, I would think, 'Maybe he is the owner of the lund from the storehouse.' But there was absolutely no sign of you."

"Did you like my lund that much, Mona?" I asked, my chest swelling with pride.

"You're talking about just liking it?" Mona countered dramatically. "If I had only known that the lund belonged to you, Avi, I would have come to you on my own wedding night to get fucked by you!"

"I was actually planning on coming to your house for exactly that reason on your wedding day," I revealed with a smirk.

"Then why didn't you tell me that before, you fool?" Mona lamented, tugging my hair playfully. "I would have been riding your lund on the very day of my wedding!"

"If you were so eager to have sex with me again, then why did you put on such a huge act before just now?" I asked, laughing softly at her contradiction.

"Just like you tormented me by disappearing, I also wanted to torment you a little bit back," Mona explained, a mischievous smile finally breaking through.

"You gave up your torment in just ten minutes," I teased her.

"I wanted to torment you for a few more days, honestly," Mona admitted, rolling her eyes. "But then I suddenly thought, 'What if Avi gets angry and completely says no to ever having sex with me again?' Because of that fear, I quickly became ready to have sex with you."

"That was a very smart thing for you to think," I said, leaning in. "After that refusal, no matter how much you would have begged me to fuck you, I wouldn't have done it."

"You've asked everything you wanted to know, haven't you?" Mona asked, reaching for her petticoat.

"Yes, almost," I confirmed. "But I still didn't truly understand one thing. Why did you actually marry him, knowing all this?"

"I told you," Mona sighed. "Our marriage was fixed since childhood. And my Mammi also saw me having sex with him."

"I have a deep feeling that there is a third, more selfish reason," I pressed, not letting it go.

"If I had married someone else, I would have only gotten one lund," Mona confessed, her voice dropping. "But by marrying him, I thought I would get two lunds regularly, so I married him."

"Two lunds?" I questioned.

"One, my husband's, and the other, my brother's," Mona explained. "But that plan completely failed. After marriage, I have to manage with only my husband's single lund."

"You don't need two lunds now, Mona," I said, a smug expression spreading across my face.

"Why is that, Avi?" Mona asked, pulling on her blouse.

"My lund is more than equal to two ordinary lunds," I boasted with a confident smirk.

"Yes, that is absolutely true," Mona conceded, tying her blouse strings. "But how long will you keep doing it with me? I need a lund like yours, or two lunds, forever."

I had to be careful with my words. *What Mona said is right. I'm just having sex with Mona so I can finally get a chance to fuck her gaand. Once I fuck her gaand, I won't even look at Mona again.* "Whenever your thirst gets too severe, you just come find me," I said vaguely.

"I will, Avi," Mona promised. "But we really need to go now."

"Oh, yes," I agreed, surprised by the time. "We didn't even realize how much time passed while we were talking and... well, doing other things."

"Come on, let's go quickly," Mona urged, her eyes wide with urgency. "It must be past 8:00 p.m. now."

"Yes, let's hurry," I said, quickly pulling on my own clothes.

Then we put on our remaining clothes and came back out of the secluded orchard and into the fields. Only Mona and I were left; all the other laborers had gone home a long time ago. We quickly went our separate ways to our respective homes.

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## Update 154 A: Planning for the Ganď (Avi and Mona)

The next day, I went back to the fields, my mind focused solely on one thing: having sex with Mona. Until Kamala Kaki returns to work in the fields, I knew I could use this time to satisfy my need with Mona comfortably. Mona had mentioned that it would take three or four days for Kamala Kaki to return to work. Until then, my primary goal was to fuck Mona's gaand.

As soon as I reached the fields, Mona quickly walked up to me, her eyes darting around.

"Shall we go now?" Mona asked, her voice low and eager.

"Yes, let's go immediately," I confirmed, turning toward the orchard.

We walked to my favorite secluded spot, under the old mango tree. Today, I was not in the mood for any slow foreplay or oral sex. I had absolutely no interest in fucking Mona's choot. I had enjoyed sex with virgin girls for the last four encounters. Because of that, my desire for Mona's already destroyed choot was zero. I only wanted Mona's virgin gaand. I instructed Mona to bend over and grip the tree, just as I had made Sital do.

Mona bent down and held onto the rough bark of the tree. Mona thought I was going to do some exciting new act, but she had no idea what was coming. I lifted Mona's sari and petticoat up to her waist. I forcefully pulled her panty down and quickly shoved it into her mouth. Mona's hands flew to her face, spitting out the cloth.

"What exactly are you doing to me?" Mona mumbled, trying to pull the cloth out.

"If you want my lund in your choot, then do whatever I tell you silently," I commanded, my voice firm.

I felt the tension in the air. I stood over Mona, who was bent over, holding the tree. I was very hard. The panty stuffed in her mouth barely stopped a gasp as I started.

I pushed my condom-covered lund against the entrance of her vagina. I didn't ease into it. I moved forward with one strong, quick shove. A loud cry was muffled by the panty. Her back immediately arched, and the muscles in her butt tightened. Half of my lund was already deep inside.

Her breasts were shaking from the sudden impact. I grabbed them, squeezing and kneading them hard to turn the pain into pleasure. Her eyes closed tightly. After a moment, I gave the second and final hard shove, pushing my lund all the way inside.

Then, without stopping, I started thrusting with full force. Mona was bucking and shaking violently, caught between pain and intense pleasure. Her legs trembled, and the muffled screams turned into a deep, continuous moan.

My powerful movements quickly made her vagina wet. The resistance disappeared as fluid rushed out. My lund now slid easily and smoothly, going all the way in with every stroke. Feeling her great pleasure and her wet vagina, I sped up. I started thrusting harder and faster, penetrating her with an intensity she hadn't known before. The sheer speed of the sex made her climax quickly and continuously for thirty minutes.

The intense pleasure was too much for both of us. Feeling close to finishing, I pulled my lund out of her vagina with a wet sound. I immediately ripped off the condom, threw it, and jammed my bare lund into Mona's waiting mouth.

She reacted right away. She moved the panty with her tongue and wrapped her lips tightly around me. She worked my lund passionately, swallowing and squeezing until the semen shot out. She drank all of it quickly, her eyes shut. After I was done, she licked me clean before letting go. She then fell onto the ground, her body slightly shaking, taking deep, fast breaths. After the storm passed, we both lay still, ready to talk.

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"Come early tomorrow, Mona," I instructed her, adjusting my clothes.

"Why so early tomorrow?" Mona asked, pushing herself up to a sitting position.

"I'm going to fuck your gaand tomorrow," I stated plainly.

"I don't want to get my gaand fucked," Mona refused, shaking her head quickly.

"If I don't fuck your gaand, then I won't fuck your choot either," I threatened, raising my eyebrow.

After hearing the explicit threat to withhold her choot, Mona immediately started thinking, her face clouded with internal debate.

"Okay," she finally conceded, unable to deny her thirst. "But my mother-in-law is also coming to the fields to work tomorrow."

"You said it would take three or four more days for Kamala Kaki to return," I reminded her, frowning. "It's only been two days."

"The doctor said that time frame," Mona clarified. "But my mother-in-law is too excited and restless to come back to the fields sooner."

"No problem at all," I dismissed her concern. "You simply come one full hour early tomorrow."

"One hour early?" Mona questioned, worry etched on her face. "What will I tell my mother-in-law if she asks why I am leaving so soon?"

"Tell her you're going early to finish the work that you couldn't complete today," I suggested easily.

"What if my mother-in-law insists on coming with me to the fields?" Mona asked, her concern genuine.

"Tell me this, Mona," I demanded, crossing my arms. "Do you want to quench your intense thirst tomorrow or not?"

"I do, I desperately do," she admitted, nodding quickly.

"Then you handle your mother-in-law yourself," I instructed. "And make sure you come one hour early tomorrow."

"Okay," she sighed in resignation. "But I've never taken a lund in my gaand before. What if someone hears me scream again? And what if someone finds out exactly what I'm doing in the orchard in the fields?"

"Don't worry about any of that, Mona," I assured her confidently. "I will handle it all."

"Okay, I'll come early tomorrow," she promised.

Mona quickly walked toward the main field first to resume her work. Then I followed her shortly after. I had only wanted to successfully bring Mona to work in the fields once, which I had now achieved. Now I would continue to have sex with Mona until Riya came back from her uncle's village. After working for a while in the fields, Mona went to her house, and I went to mine.

I came home and immediately told Meena Chachi about my plan for tomorrow and everything I had done with Mona up until now. Meena Chachi didn't show any judgment or concern. She just calmly told me to be careful and not get caught.

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## Update 155: The Taking of the Ganď (Avi and Mona)

The next day, my Chacha had gone to the city. I arrived at the fields at precisely 3:30 p.m. Today was the day I would finally fuck Mona's gaand. I immediately started waiting for Mona. Around 4:00 p.m., Mona arrived, looking anxious but eager. I immediately guided Mona toward the mango orchard. Today, I didn't want to waste a single moment talking. I took Mona to the secluded spot without saying a word. As soon as we reached the orchard, I pulled her close and started kissing Mona.

My kissing was slow and simple at first. While kissing, I began aggressively pressing Mona's boobs. She seemed to be a master of the game; Mona gave me her full support with evident pleasure. The kissing and the pressure on her boobs quickly made Mona deeply horny. I had fucked Mona's choot yesterday while she was still partially clothed, but today, I was determined to fuck her gaand only after making her completely naked.

Mona initially resisted taking off all her clothes because her mother-in-law was expected to arrive at the fields soon. Also, because I had mentioned to Mona that Kamala Kaki knew about this spot, Mona was reluctant to strip completely. But Mona had to bow down to my demand. Mona took off all her clothes, and I followed suit.

*Whenever I break someone's seal—their choot or their gaand—in the orchard, I always bring my emergency bag with me. Today, I hadn't brought the bag because Mona was an old player in this game. I figured she could handle herself. She knew what to do after sex to reduce the pain, which meant I wouldn't have to do much work afterward. However, I had brought a small bottle of oil, the most crucial item for anal sex.*

I spent a short time kissing Mona, then I massaged her boobs, and finally, I fingered her choot for a few minutes. I didn't feel like putting my mouth on her choot at all. Besides, Meena Chachi had warned me that safety comes first, pleasure later. Mona was so eager for sex that she got hot quickly and was always the one who would initiate the receiving of the lund.

After making Mona intensely horny, I put a condom on my lund and laid Mona on the ground on top of the petticoat. I decided to make her climax once using her choot so that Mona would be satisfied and give me her full support during the anal sex.

I inserted my lund into her choot and started thrusting fiercely. Mona was a fiery girl; faced with her heat, even many good lunds would quickly melt. But my lund had decided today that until it took blood from Mona's gaand, it wouldn't release its fountain of semen. While fucking Mona's choot, I pushed my finger toward her gaand. For the two days I had sex with Mona, I would always play with her gaand but had never pushed my finger inside. But after two days of external stimulation, my finger easily slipped into her gaand today. I started moving my lund and finger in and out slowly, keeping a careful rhythm. Mona was experiencing immense pleasure from the simultaneous double sex. Seeing Mona enjoying the feeling, I started moving my finger in and out of Mona's gaand faster.

Mona couldn't bear the double stimulation for long and let her water rush out with a powerful climax. As soon as Mona's water came out, I took my lund out of her choot. I briefly wondered whether I should fuck Mona's gaand with a condom or without. I looked at Mona's panting face and decided to use a condom. Then I took out the bottle of oil, applied a generous amount to my lund (over the condom), and made Mona get on her hands and knees. I started applying oil directly to her gaand by inserting my finger. In a moment, Mona's gaand became completely slippery.

I told Mona to get ready to take the lund in her gaand. Mona braced herself for the impact. I positioned my lund on her gaand hole. Mona knew the first time would hurt immensely. I gave one strong thrust. In just one thrust, half of my lund slid inside because of the oil. As soon as the lund went in, Mona screamed and began falling forward, but I had a firm grip on Mona's waist, which prevented her from collapsing. Mona started crying and pleading with me to take my lund out immediately. I threatened Mona that if she didn't stop screaming, I would push the entire lund inside without warning. At the mention of pushing the whole lund inside, Mona panicked, stopped screaming, but continued to cry silently. Just like yesterday, I took her panty and shoved it into her mouth. Then, I gave another strong thrust and pushed the entire lund inside. Mona's condition became very bad. Why wouldn't it? My lund was one that could draw blood from a choot or gaand and tears from the eyes.

Mona was crying and begging me to take my lund out, but I would not listen. I let my lund stay in her gaand for a short moment and whispered, "Look, Mona, now the whole lund has gone in; it won't hurt as much now. You know this is true. Just bear the pain for a little while. I gave you pain, and after a moment, I'll only give you pleasure."

After saying this, I moved one hand from Mona's waist to her boobs and started pressing them hard like I had before. Mona now understood that what was supposed to happen had happened. The intense pain was over; now she would only receive pleasure.

Since Mona was an experienced player, it didn't take me long to calm her down. After a moment of holding still and pressing her boobs, Mona felt some relief from the pain. In a short while, Mona was ready to take thrusts. I started moving my lund in and out slowly. Because of the movement, Mona started feeling pain again, though less intense.

To completely reduce Mona's remaining pain, I took my other hand from her waist and moved it to her choot. I started fingering her choot vigorously. After a while of this, Mona's pain subsided almost completely. With one hand on her boobs, one hand fingering her choot, and my lund in her gaand, Mona started truly enjoying the simultaneous stimulation. I began thrusting slowly now. At first, my lund was badly stuck in her tight gaand. But as my lund moved in and out, and as time passed, it started sliding in and out with ease.

Mona was a girl who could find enjoyment even through initial pain. Whether the pain was in her choot or her gaand, she focused only on one thing: having fun. Pain, in her mind, was only for a moment, and pleasure was for a lifetime. Seeing Mona enjoying herself, I slowly increased the speed of my thrusts. Now I was thrusting hard and deeply. Mona also started giving me her full, pleasurable support. I would thrust and push Mona forward, and Mona would move her gaand back to take the lund deeper. We both started giving each other pleasure this way. We continued having sex in the same position. Neither Mona asked to change the position, nor did I. The game of gaand and lund continued like this.

Marring Mona's gaand was far more fun than fucking her choot. I decided that from now on, whenever I have sex with Mona, I'll absolutely put it in her gaand at least once. The thrusts continued, and we both kept reaching higher levels of pleasure. After fucking Mona's gaand for a full thirty minutes, I took my lund out of her gaand. And, as always, I took off the condom, put my lund in Mona's mouth, and came inside her mouth. Mona drank all the semen like a good girl. She licked my lund perfectly clean, too. Then, she lay down on the ground. I lay down next to her.

I looked at Mona's gaand, and there was a smear of blood on it. I cleaned her gaand with Mona's panty. Mona then took the panty from my hand and started cleaning her own gaand with the cloth. First, Mona was in pain, then she had fun, and now she was in pain again from the aftermath. Why wouldn't she be? I had inserted my lund completely in just two harsh thrusts. Today, I hadn't brought a painkiller with me either. Mona sat perfectly still for twenty minutes, then she struggled to stand up, put on her clothes, and adjusted her sari. I gave Mona five hundred rupees. Mona became happy seeing the five hundred rupees. Mona got pleasure and money too, so she was completely satisfied.

Then we walked slowly out of the orchard and came to the fields. It was 5:30 p.m. now, meaning all the laborers had arrived for the evening shift. I was walking beside Mona. Mona's walk had completely changed; it was stiff and careful. As soon as we reached the fields, we ran directly into Kamala Kaki. Kamala Kaki didn't say a single word to us, but she was staring intently at me. Perhaps she wanted to know where we had gone and what we were doing, trying to read the answer on my face. When Kamala Kaki's eyes fell on Mona's unusual walk, Kamala Kaki was struck by immediate suspicion. But she couldn't ask me here, not with all the other laborers present. Kamala Kaki immediately understood why Mona had come to the fields so early today. Kamala Kaki's years of experience were screaming at her that something deeply inappropriate had just occurred.

First, Mona arriving at the fields early, then Mona not being visible in the fields when Kaki arrived. Now, seeing us coming from the orchard together, followed by the clear change in Mona's walk—all these factors pointed to only one conclusion. Kaki was clearly debating whether what she was thinking was actually true. Kaki staring at me like this made me believe that she might find out about us very soon. I wanted to get away from in front of Kaki immediately. I quickly left Mona standing with Kamala Kaki and started walking around the fields, pretending to inspect the work.

After fucking Mona's gaand, I started walking around the fields, maintaining distance. Kamala Kaki didn't address me, but the way she looked made it clear she was deeply suspicious. It felt as though Kamala Kaki had a hundred questions she wanted to ask, but she couldn't dare speak in front of the other laborers. Kamala Kaki's vast experience was screaming at her that something was definitely happening between Mona and me. Looking at Mona's painful, altered walk, a woman like Kamala Kaki would quickly understand that Mona was returning after intense sex. Still, Kamala Kaki said nothing to Mona either, because at that point, she only had a feeling, not proof. I simply walked the perimeter of the fields, keeping away from the simmering tension.

After a while, I went home. I came home and calmly told Meena Chachi every detail of what had just happened in the field.

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## Update 155 A: Kamala Kaki's Revelation (Avi and Mona)

The next day, I came to the fields in the evening again. Today, I was set on fucking Mona's gaand exclusively. Because Mona's gaand was tight and fresh, while her choot was loose and worn. I arrived at the fields and immediately started looking for Mona. I didn't see her at first. Then I spotted Mona and Kamala Kaki working together in the mango orchard itself. Kamala Kaki looked normal and busy as usual. I didn't know what had transpired at Mona's house, but whatever it was, it seemed to work in my favor.

I began casually looking toward Mona. As soon as she caught sight of me, she abruptly moved away and began working separately from Kaki. Kamala Kaki glanced at me once, then at Mona, and then resumed her work, seemingly satisfied. Mona was also working with exaggerated diligence to show her mother-in-law that everything was perfectly fine and innocent. Kamala Kaki thought the suspicion was baseless. Unknown to both Mona and me, however, Kamala Kaki's eyes were discreetly following our every move.

After the tense twenty minutes of pretending to work, I gave Mona the subtle signal—a quick nod toward the dense cover of the orchard. Her eyes flashed with immediate understanding. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head in a deliberately natural, tired motion, then hurried quickly into the shadowy depths of the mango trees. I gave her a few seconds, then followed, moving with focused urgency to our familiar, secluded spot. The moment I caught up, I grabbed Mona, pulling her against me with a harsh force, and started kissing her fiercely.

"Do it fast, Avi," she pleaded, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her eyes wide with a genuine, frantic fear. "Or my mother-in-law will surely know we're gone! We don't have time!"

"Hold the tree," I ordered, my voice low and impatient.

Mona instantly bent over, bracing her hands against the rough bark. I wasted no time, yanking her sari and petticoat high up to her waist, bunching the fabric over her lower back. I couldn't risk the delay of making her fully naked today; her mother-in-law, Kamala Kaki, was too close. The sight of her exposed lower half confirmed an earlier suspicion: Mona was wearing no panty at all. She had clearly decided at home that this would be a quick, necessary transaction.

I quickly rolled a condom onto my lund. I had fully intended to focus on her gaand, but I knew her choot needed attention first—both to satisfy Mona quickly and to generate the necessary wetness. I positioned my lund and drove it into her choot, starting a fast, relentless fucking. I focused on deep, rhythmic strokes, fucking her choot with efficient brutality for the first few minutes.

Then, feeling her choot become slick, and knowing she was now lost in pleasure, I pulled my lund out, slick and hot. I repositioned myself, guiding the tip toward her gaand. As I began to apply pressure, Mona tensed up instantly and pulled away, twisting her body to block me. "No, Avi! Not the gaand! It's still hurting badly from yesterday! Please, not the gaand!" she gasped out a refusal.

But her refusal only fueled my desire for control and added a perverse tension to the encounter. I completely ignored her words. I began fucking her with a frantic, punishing rhythm, alternating fiercely between her gaand and her choot. One moment, I'd slam the lund against the still-tender entrance of her gaand until she cried out in pain and shock; the next, I'd yank it out and drive it deep into the familiar, loose surrender of her choot with punishing speed. The frantic switching was designed to overload her senses—pain, pleasure, fear, and release all mixed together. The sheer intensity of this fucking, driven by the need for speed and the thrill of breaking her will, caused Mona to violently climax twice in the space of thirty minutes. Her body shook with deep, involuntary spasms against the tree before she finally slumped forward, spent and exhausted.

Mona quickly readjusted her clothes. After a few minutes, I also walked back to the fields. Kamala Kaki was still working diligently, her head down. It was a relief that Kaki was seemingly preoccupied. Mona also immediately immersed herself in her work.

I left Mona with Kamala Kaki and started walking around the fields, pretending to inspect the work. I was blissfully unaware of the intense, silent drama that had just unfolded behind me.

Soon after the work was done, I went home with Chacha. But completely unknown to me, while I was having sex with Mona, Kamala Kaki had silently followed us and was now hidden behind the trees, watching Mona and me have sex.

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Kamala Kaki's Internal Thoughts

"You motherfucker, Avi, you're actually fucking my daughter-in-law here," Kamala Kaki screamed internally, her heart pounding. "And look at Mona, how much pleasure she is getting from being fucked by him. I had a strong suspicion the other day when Mona came home late, and there was that suspicious pee stain on her sari. But then I told myself she was just delayed by work. But after that, yesterday she insisted on coming to the field early, telling me to come at my usual time! She is coming here and having sex! Yesterday, I was 75% sure Mona had been fucked; look how she was limping and walking today! And now, look at her, how she's taking his horse-like lund with such deep pleasure! I was the one who showed this good place to this motherfucker, and he's using it to fuck my daughter-in-law's choot! When I saw his lund that day, I became so hot that I actually fell ill from desire! The doctor told me to rest, but I've come here to work early just to try and release my own heat, and he's releasing my daughter-in-law's heat instead! These two are completely ruining my life and my son's life! If these two keep having sex like this, my son will crave a choot that is responsive, and I will be left craving Avi's lund! I have to do something now, or what will become of my son's marriage? And what will become of my own need? Let Mona come home first; then I will confront her. Now I need to leave this spot before they spot me."

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## Update 156: The Dry Spell Begins (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

The next day, I returned to the fields, fully intending to have sex with Mona again. Now, she was the only one available, and I was going to keep taking her until Riya returned from her Mama's village. I needed to maintain the rhythm. After arriving, I scanned the area for Mona. I didn't see her anywhere, so I walked directly over to Kamala Kaki.

"Kaki, you've come alone today," I observed, trying to keep my tone casual. "Did Mona not come to work?"

Kamala Kaki fixed her eyes on me, her stare unnervingly level. "Mona isn't coming from today onward."

I felt an immediate, unpleasant coldness in my gut. "Why?" I pressed. "Did something happen to Mona?"

Kamala Kaki didn't blink. "Nothing at all happened to Mona," she replied, her voice flat. "Now that I'm feeling fine, I decided Mona doesn't need to work anymore. And really, she was only supposed to take my place for a few days. She did that much."

"Mona seemed to be having quite a bit of fun working in the fields," I said, a wave of disappointment and suspicion washing over me.

Kamala Kaki stared at me again, her gaze lingering just a moment too long. "Mona won't come back now," she stated with finality. "She had too much fun in the village, I suppose. I'm making arrangements to send her and my son to live in the city. Mona is preparing for the move right now. She and my son will leave either tomorrow or the day after."

*(Another choot is gone, just like that.)* "That's good news for them," I managed, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

After that brief, tense exchange, I turned and started walking aimlessly around the fields. It seemed completely obvious that Kamala Kaki must have found out what was happening between Mona and me. That was the only explanation for why Kaki was suddenly and forcefully sending Mona away to the city. If Kaki had indeed found out, then why hadn't she screamed at me or confronted me? What exact details did she know that made her rush Mona's departure? With Mona gone, another available choot was gone from my immediate grasp. It would have been far better for me if Mona could have at least stayed until Riya came back.

Now, I'd have no choice but to wait for Riya to return. That bitch Riya hadn't shown up from the village yet. If Riya had been here, the sex would have continued uninterrupted. Now that Mona wasn't here, there was no point in me even coming to the field. I stopped going to the field entirely.

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Two days later, Pooja Bua, Sweta Didi, Sital, Raj, and Raj's Papa all returned from the city. Sweta Didi and Sital had already made it clear they wouldn't be available for sex right now. Now, with Raj's Papa back, Pooja Bua would also be unavailable for at least a month, caught up with her husband. Komal's Papa and Leena's Papa also arrived with Raj's Papa. Komal and Kavita started spending all their time with their fathers. Leena also stayed close to her father. At Pooja Bua's house, Pooja Bua was busy with her husband, Sweta Didi was busy talking to Rohan on the phone, and Sital was preoccupied with Sohan.

Everyone was now happily engrossed in their own homes and relationships. Raj, Kavita, Komal, and Leena only played with me for short periods. I, in turn, started reducing my visits to Pooja Bua's house so that they could maximize the time spent with their fathers. I mostly stayed at home, sometimes talking to Meena Chachi, sometimes to Suman Chachi, and sometimes watching TV with Seema Chachi. The days were passing slowly like this. After Mona left, the thought of Kamala Kaki never crossed my mind. If it had, I wouldn't have had to live through this lonely, dry spell.

I had completely stopped going to the fields for an entire week. There was simply no benefit in going there anymore. But Meena Chachi didn't like seeing me listless and alone at home. Noticing that I wasn't going to the fields or to Pooja Bua's house, Meena Chachi suggested that I should go for a walk in the fields for a while, just to get out and feel better. On Meena Chachi's advice, I prepared to go to the fields. After one week, I started visiting the fields again. However, I had stopped going to the mango orchard. I had always used the orchard only for sex. Now, with no sex available, there was no reason to go to the orchard either.

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## Update 157: The Unexpected Invitation (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

I had returned to the fields after a week-long absence. This was the first time I'd stepped back since the day Mona left. Upon arriving, I started walking around, taking my time. The women were busy filling mangoes into boxes. Kamala Kaki was working near the entrance of the mango orchard.

I was pacing aimlessly and eventually came near the orchard. As soon as Kamala Kaki saw me, she straightened up, leaving her work, and came directly over to me.

"Avi beta, it's been so many days since you came to the fields," Kamala Kaki said, her voice sounding concerned. "Were you sick at home?"

"Nothing happened to me, Kaki," I replied, shrugging. "It's just that I don't really feel like being in the fields anymore."

"The fields are exactly the same as they were before," Kamala Kaki insisted, a faint, knowing hint in her voice.

*(What would I even do coming to these fields without Mona to fuck?)* "Yes, they are the same as before," I conceded, trying to sound bored. "But they don't have the same greenery or life they used to have."

"Everything looks completely the same to me as it was before," Kamala Kaki said, studying my face.

"Let it go, Kaki," I said, trying to end the strange conversation. "I've come now, so let's talk about something else."

"What is the matter with you, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, persistent. "Before, you always asked me to eat mangoes. Don't you like mangoes anymore?"

"The mangoes don't have the same taste or sweetness they used to have before," I replied cryptically.

"What could have happened to the mangoes in just one week, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, a small, subtle smile playing on her lips.

"Nothing," I said, quickly shifting the topic again. "The thing is, Kaki, you were sick for a while. Then with whom would I go to the orchard to break the ripe mangoes?"

*(He used to go to my daughter-in-law, Mona, to have sex, you young devil.)* "I'm fine now," Kamala Kaki stated, her stare hardening for a second. "Let's go break the mangoes right now."

*What? Today, Kaki herself is volunteering to walk into the orchard with me.* *How did this happen? Even after having such a strong suspicion about Mona and me, she's offering to come into the orchard's seclusion with me.*

"Then let's go, Kaki," I said, trying to hide my sudden excitement. "Let's go break those mangoes."

I walked toward the mango orchard with Kamala Kaki. We walked directly to the exact spot where I had enjoyed sex with Riya, Sital, and Mona. I immediately climbed the tree and started breaking mangoes. There were plenty of mangoes in the main fields, but I was breaking the smaller, sweeter ones from this specific tree. The mangoes in the main field were not fully ripe. Still, I was breaking only the ripe mangoes from the tree here. The old way of doing things was different, of course; back then, there were only ripe mangoes here.

I broke a dozen ripe mangoes from the tree and started dropping them down to Kamala Kaki. After breaking ten or twelve ripe ones, I started climbing down the trunk. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I was hit by a shock. Kamala Kaki was squatting there and peeing right in front of me. Before, Kamala Kaki always used to discreetly go *behind* the tree to relieve herself. 

But today, she was peeing right in the open. Kamala Kaki's gaand was fully facing me. Looking at Kamala Kaki's gaand, my mouth went dry with sudden, intense lust. Of all the gaands I have fucked or seen until today, Kamala Kaki's gaand was the largest and most prominent. There were fine, light hairs visible on Kamala Kaki's gaand. Even though Kamala Kaki was not fair-skinned, her exposed gaand was shining because of the sunlight falling directly on it. 

Hearing the loud, splashing sound of Kamala Kaki's pee hitting the ground, my lund started hardening rapidly. The sound suggested that Kaki's choot must be wide and exposed, creating so much splashing noise. Kaki was peeing with noticeable force, as if she wanted to ensure I could clearly hear the sound. The combination of looking at Kaki's gaand and the sound of her pee filling my ears was intoxicating me. I hadn't had sex for an entire week. My lund got painfully hard in my jeans just from looking at Kaki's gaand. I felt like my lund would tear through the denim and pop out.

Kaki finished peeing. She straightened up slowly, adjusting her sari.

"Did you break enough mangoes, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, turning slightly toward me.

I stood there, speechless for a moment, unable to form a word.

Kamala Kaki walked closer to me. "Did you break the mangoes?"

I snapped back to reality, realizing what she asked. "Yes, I did break them."

"Then let's go back now," Kamala Kaki said, gesturing toward the fields.

"Wait one minute, Kaki," I stammered. "I'll go pee and come right back."

I quickly turned toward the tree to pretend to pee. I had trouble starting because my lund was still rock hard in my pants.

"Didn't you pee yet, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, sounding impatient.

"I just finished," I lied, quickly zipping up.

Then we both walked back to the fields. Kamala Kaki immediately got busy with her work. I started entertaining myself by simply staring at Kaki's large, inviting gaand visible beneath her sari as she bent over to work.

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## Update 158: The Theory of Kamala Kaki (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I couldn't shake the feeling that Kamala Kaki's behavior was intentional, but I didn't understand the motive. I had to figure it out quickly. I knew only Meena Chachi could offer an explanation. I walked to her room and called Meena Chachi to join me privately.

"Chachi, I need your help understanding something," I said, my brow furrowed with confusion.

Meena Chachi folded her hands, leaning in. "Yes, tell me how I can help you, Avi."

"Chachi, I told you about Kamala Kaki and Mona, right?" I started, glancing around to ensure privacy.

Meena Chachi nodded slowly. "Yes, you told me everything."

"Well, today Kaki did it again—no, no, today she sat down to pee right in front of me in the orchard," I explained, the memory making my blood warm.

Meena Chachi's eyes narrowed slightly. "She sat down *in front* of you?" she repeated. "You need to tell me everything from the very beginning, every detail of what you did with Kamala Kaki and Mona."

I recounted the entire sequence of events to Meena Chachi: from the first time I went to the orchard with Kamala Kaki and she saw my lund, through the events with Mona, to Kaki's strange actions today. Meena Chachi listened carefully, processing every word.

"You have to tell me what is going on in Kaki's mind, Chachi," I urged, my impatience rising.

"Wait, let me just think this through," Meena Chachi murmured, pressing a hand to her temple.

"Yes, yes, please think, and quickly tell me what I need to do next," I insisted.

Meena Chachi looked at me, her expression grave. "Look, Avi, I think it is clear. Kaki wants to have sex with you."

The statement hit me with a jolt. My breath hitched. "*Sex* with me?" I asked, completely stunned. "Why do you believe that, Chachi?"

"First, Kaki always used to go behind the tree to pee," Meena Chachi pointed out, ticking off the evidence.

"Yes, she did," I confirmed.

"After that, you saw Kaki's gaand, and Kaki saw your lund," Meena Chachi continued. "And just as you told me, when she saw your lund, Kaki's face turned red. There was a clear look of lust in her eyes."

"I felt the same way at the time," I admitted, remembering the heat that day.

"Then, after seeing your lund, the heat and desire in Kaki's body must have increased intensely," Meena Chachi theorized. "It was because of this that she fell ill. And even after the doctor ordered rest, she insisted on coming back to work in the fields."

"Mona said the same thing, that Kaki was repeatedly demanding to come back to the fields," I recalled, the pieces starting to fit together.

"Kaki was not trying to come to the fields to simply work," Meena Chachi concluded, leaning closer. "She wanted to come early to get a chance to take your lund."

"But then what happened?" I asked, still confused about Mona's removal.

"You had sex with Kaki's daughter-in-law, Mona," Meena Chachi explained. "And it's very likely Kaki found out about this. It was because of your sex with Mona that Kaki sent her daughter-in-law to the city. She cleared the way so that *she* could take your lund."

"If Kaki had found out about Mona and me, then why didn't Kaki say anything or yell at me?" I questioned.

"How could she say anything?" Meena Chachi reasoned. "Kaki must have been terrified that the matter of your and Mona's sex would become known to someone else in the village, causing scandal."

"So that's why she sent Mona to the city?" I asked, a predatory smile spreading across my face. "Just so I can have sex with Kaki instead?"

"Yes, Avi," Meena Chachi confirmed with a small shake of her head. "And when you completely stopped going to the fields, Kaki was left thirsty and waiting. But after one week, when you finally returned, Kaki herself invited you to the orchard. And she intentionally showed you her gaand so that *you* would take the first step and ask to have sex with Kaki."

"If that is the case, then I will go and have sex with Kaki tomorrow," I declared, ready to act on the newfound certainty.

"Do not do that yet," Meena Chachi cautioned, holding up a hand. "Look again tomorrow. If Kaki sits down and pees in front of you again, then you will have sex with Kaki the day after that."

"Okay, Chachi," I agreed.

"Now go to sleep," Meena Chachi said, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. "You have to do something for me tomorrow morning."

"What work do I have to do?" I asked.

"You have to bring some household stuff from the market for me," Meena Chachi said. "Now go on and get some sleep."

Meena Chachi left the room, and I settled down to sleep, my mind now fixed on Kamala Kaki.

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The next day, after finishing my morning exercise, Meena Chachi reminded me to bring the items from the market. I quickly went to the market to run the errand. After picking up the necessary supplies, I was heading back home when I ran into Principal Sir on the road.

"How are you doing, Avi?" Sir asked, stopping me.

"Sir, I'm doing fine," I replied.

"I haven't seen you since that day we met," Sir observed.

"I had gone out to the city for a little while," I lied smoothly.

"You are a magician," Sir joked, shaking his head. "You meet me one day and then completely disappear for months!"

"It's nothing like that, Sir," I said, laughing off the comment.

"Come over to my house sometime soon," Sir offered, his voice sounding genuinely lonely. "The schoool is closed now, anyway. I'm also bored staying at home alone. If you come, we can sit and talk."

"Okay, Sir," I said. "I will come over to your house soon."

"Come this afternoon," Sir suggested. "We can meet and have a long chat."

"Okay, Sir," I agreed. "I'll come in the afternoon. I need to go home now."

I took the stuff and hurried back to the house.

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## Update 158 A: A Visit and a Confession (Avi and Principal Sir)

I came home with the market supplies. After eating my food, I quickly told Meena Chachi I was leaving and headed out for Sir's house. Kiran, Sir's daughter-in-law, opened the house gate for me. Looking at Kiran, I again felt my thoughts drift away. I felt an intense desire just to keep staring at her. After opening the gate, Kiran walked inside. I followed her into the house. Sir was seated in the hall, watching television. As soon as I entered, Sir turned off the TV, clicking the remote.

"Sit down, Avi," Sir gestured toward the sofa. "Why are you just standing there?"

I sat on the sofa, letting my eyes wander over the expensive furnishings of the house.

"Sir, why did you turn off the TV?" I asked.

"Kiran will go to sleep in a little while," Sir explained. "We will go into my room and talk privately there."

I followed Sir into his room. After we entered, Sir immediately took out a bottle of alcohol—whiskey, it looked like—and started pouring it into two glasses on his table.

"Sir, I actually don't drink alcohol," I admitted, stopping his hand.

"But that day you took a whole bottle of vodka from me," Sir reminded me, frowning slightly.

"That was for my friend, Sir," I confessed, dropping my eyes. "I'm sorry, I lied to you that day."

Sir chuckled, pouring himself a drink anyway. "I thought you drank too, which is why I was so keen to call you over," he said. "Let it go, no problem. I'll drink the alcohol; you can have juice or tea. What would you like to drink, Avi?"

*(I drank tea last time, which is how I got to talk to Kiran. I will ask for tea today as well.)* "Tea will be fine, Sir," I said quickly.

"Kiran beti, make some tea for Avi," Sir called out toward the kitchen.

"Yes, Babuji," Kiran's voice replied from the distance.

After a few minutes, Kiran came into the room, holding two cups of tea on a small tray.

"Beti, why did you bring two cups?" Sir asked, surprised. "Avi needed the tea. Take one cup back with you."

Kiran handed one cup to me and kept the other cup with her. Kiran was wearing a green sari today. She looked absolutely beautiful in the green sari. When Kiran gave me the cup, I found myself staring intently at her boobs. Just like the last time, Kiran didn't say anything about my stare today. She simply gave me a slight, knowing smile and left the room. After she left, Sir started drinking his alcohol steadily. I kept Sir company by sipping my tea. The combination of alcohol and tea felt strange and mismatched. I decided that from tomorrow, I would definitely ask for juice instead. I realized Kiran had made black tea today, likely so I wouldn't try to joke with her again by asking whose milk she had used. I started drinking the black tea silently, knowing I couldn't possibly ask Sir why the tea was black.

Sir continued to drink one glass of alcohol after another, growing increasingly loose with his conversation.

"Avi, was that day your very first time having sex?" Sir asked, leaning forward conspiratorially.

"No, Sir," I replied honestly. "I've done it before that."

"With whom, then?" Sir insisted, his eyes sparkling with drunken curiosity.

"I can't tell you that, Sir," I said, shaking my head.

"We're friends now, aren't we?" Sir pressed, waving his glass. "Tell me openly, who was the girl you did it with?"

I pretended to think hard, then sighed dramatically. "You know Mona from our schoool? With her."

"What?" Sir shouted, momentarily shocked. "With Mona? When and where did you do it with her?"

"Once I saw Mona having sex with her boyfriend in the storehouse near the ground," I recounted the partial truth. "Then later, I also had sex with Mona."

"I'll tell you something, Avi," Sir slurred, dropping his voice again. "Don't you dare tell anyone else this."

"Tell me, Sir," I prompted, feigning interest. "I absolutely won't tell anyone your secret."

"I also had sex with Mona," Sir confessed, his eyes wide.

*(I already knew this completely.)* "You, Sir?" I asked, putting on a look of utter surprise. "How and where did you manage that?"

"In that same sport room at the schoool," Sir admitted, grinning drunkenly. "In exchange for making sure her brother and her boyfriend passed their exams, I had sex with Mona."

"It's a lot of fun with Mona, right, Sir?" I asked, a sly, shared smile on my face.

"Yes, Avi," Sir agreed enthusiastically. "She's a number one slut, she is. We must meet up and fuck Mona together sometime."

"Mona has gone to the city, Sir," I informed him, shaking my head sadly. "It's difficult to meet Mona right now."

"When did she go?" Sir asked, disappointed.

"It's been one week now," I told him.

"Well, when she comes back to take her exam result, we'll do it with her then," Sir decided, raising his glass.

"Okay, Sir," I agreed, clinking my teacup to his glass. "We'll fuck Mona so hard that her walk will change for a week."

"We'll make Mona remember her grandmother when we're done with her," Sir said, laughing loudly.

(Sir was now thoroughly drunk.) "Sir, I'll go to the bathroom and come right back," I announced, standing up.

"Did it get hard just at the thought of sex, Avi?" Sir teased, winking at me. "Go and come back quickly after relieving yourself. The bathroom is in the direction of the kitchen."

I started walking toward the bathroom. Before the bathroom, I passed Kiran's room. Her room gate was slightly ajar. I stopped and peeked inside the room. Kiran was asleep on the bed, lying on her stomach. She was wearing a thin nighty now. I entered the room silently. Kiran was sleeping peacefully. Her nighty was deeply stuck in the crack of her gaand. Because of this, it was a magnificent sight to look at Kiran's ass. I gently placed my hand on her ass. Her ass felt incredibly soft, like cotton. I slowly grasped the nighty and carefully pulled the fabric out of the deep crack of her gaand. The nighty was stuck deep inside, suggesting Kiran must have scratched her gaand over the nighty at some point, pushing the cloth so deep.

After freeing the nighty, I knew it wasn't safe for me to stay here any longer. I quickly went to the bathroom, relieved myself, and returned to Sir's room. After talking with Sir for a little while longer, I went home.

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## Update 159: Confirming the Invitation (Avi and Kamala Kaki)

I didn't know for certain Kamala Kaki's intentions, but I had to find out quickly. I remembered what Meena Chachi had advised. Today, I would only observe Kaki. If Kaki were to squat and pee in front of me again, it would be definitive proof, and then tomorrow, Kaki's choot and my lund would play a high-stakes game in the secluded orchard—a game of desperate sex.

After arriving at the field, I casually walked over toward Kaki. As soon as Kaki saw me approach, she stood up abruptly. After giving quick instructions about the mangoes to another worker, she turned to me, already prepared to go to the orchard.

"Let's go break some mangoes, Avi," Kamala Kaki suggested, her voice eager.

*(It is happening exactly as Meena Chachi thought. Kaki herself is pushing me to walk into the orchard.)* "Yes, let's go right now," I agreed, a thrilling certainty settling in my chest.

Kaki started walking ahead of me. I deliberately slowed my pace, walking directly behind Kaki. I felt that Kaki was walking with a more pronounced sway today; she was consciously shaking her gaand more than usual. We reached our usual secluded spot in a short time. I climbed the tree and started breaking mangoes. Kaki was below, collecting the fruit. As soon as I began climbing down, Kaki immediately squatted right there and peed, again facing her gaand toward me. Meena Chachi was absolutely right. Kaki was intentionally peeing in front of me, making a calculated move to show me her gaand.

She had waited until the moment I was descending the tree, not while I was still up high. The moment I was eye-level, she sat down. Now, tomorrow, I would definitely have to release Kaki's pent-up heat. Kaki had finished peeing. Now, she was expecting my move—she had shown her gaand; now I was supposed to show my lund. I was thinking about unzipping when,

"Avi, you should pee now too," Kamala Kaki urged, her voice low.

*What? Kaki herself told me to pee.* Kaki clearly wanted to see my lund. I began unzipping to display my lund to Kaki. But my bladder was empty, and I couldn't force a single drop out.

"What happened, Avi?" Kamala Kaki asked, taking a step toward me, concerned. "Are you not able to pee right now?"

"I don't know what the problem is," I lied, looking down at my hands. "The pee just isn't coming out."

"Wait there, I'll come and look," Kamala Kaki said, starting to move purposefully toward me.

Kaki was coming closer when, with a sudden rush of effort, my pee finally came out. If Kaki had gotten a look at my lund at that precise moment, she wouldn't have been able to control her desire. She would have initiated sex with me right there. I stopped myself because I didn't want to have sex today. Meena Chachi had been specific: today was only for observation to confirm Kaki's desire. Because Chachi had imposed this rule, I hadn't even brought a single condom with me. If I had a condom, I would have fucked Kaki's choot without hesitation today.

After peeing, we walked back to the fields. Looking at Kaki's posture, it seemed clear she had become sad and deeply disappointed. Kaki must have fully expected that I would fuck her choot today, but it hadn't happened. Kaki had tried everything she could think of, but she was not successful in taking the lund in her choot. Kaki quietly resumed her work in the fields, and I started walking around the area. After a while, I came home. I decided not to tell Meena Chachi what happened in the fields today. I would wait until tomorrow, after I had fucked Kaki, to tell Chachi everything. Then, I went to sleep, my mind consumed with thoughts of tomorrow's conquest.

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## Update 159 A: Tea, Talk, and the Promise of Milk (Avi and Kiran)

The next day had arrived, and I was scheduled to have sex with Kamala Kaki later. A thrill of pure anticipation had me happy from the moment I woke up. I was finally going to have sex again after a dry spell of one week. I quickly finished all my morning routines. Then, in the afternoon, I went to Sir's house. Just like the day before, Kiran opened the house gate. This time, after opening the gate, instead of going straight inside, she lingered there, gave me a subtle smile, and then walked into the hall.

*(Did Kiran figure out what happened yesterday? That I had put my hand on her ass and pulled the nighty out of the crack of her gaand? If she had found out, she would have surely said something to me, demanding an explanation for my actions. But she only smiled and walked inside. Let it go; it doesn't matter now.)* I walked inside, following her lead.

Today, Sir was already waiting in his room. Kiran came and sat down on the sofa in the hall. I walked past Sir's open door and sat down on the sofa right next to Kiran.

"Why are you sitting here?" Kiran asked, her expression playful. "Your Sir is in his room; go in there and meet him."

I pretended to be surprised. "What?" I challenged her, raising my eyebrows. "Do I only come here to meet Sir?"

"So you actually come to meet me too?" Kiran teased, tilting her head.

"Yes, I do," I admitted, then stood up quickly. "But let it go for now; I'll go see Sir."

"Wait," Kiran said softly, reaching out to touch my arm.

I paused, looking down at her hand on me. "Why should I wait?" I asked.

"If you truly came to meet me," Kiran reasoned, dropping her hand, "then sit and talk to me for a while, and only then can you go to his room."

"I'm not really in the mood for talk right now," I deflected, taking another step toward Sir's room.

Kiran's face instantly looked sad, her features drooping. "You go too, then," she sighed dramatically. "I'm much better off sitting here alone. Go to your Sir."

Seeing her genuine sadness, my mood shifted immediately. "Kiran," I said, sitting back down quickly, "my mood has just changed. Now I won't go into Sir's room until I've talked to you first."

Kiran instantly brightened, a happy relief washing over her face.

"Let's talk while we drink some tea," Kiran suggested eagerly, standing up.

"Are you going to make black tea again today?" I asked, a warning in my voice. "If so, then forget about it. I'm not drinking it."

Kiran stopped short, turning back to me. "Yesterday, the milk had finished entirely, so I only had the tea bags to make black tea," she explained quickly.

"So that was the reason," I said, feigning an innocent realization. "I thought something else entirely..."

"What exactly did you think, Avi?" Kiran pressed, curiosity mixed with caution in her voice.

"I thought that last time I joked about the milk," I said, keeping my gaze on her face. "So this time, you must have made the black tea specifically to get back at me for that little joke."

"It was nothing like that, I swear," Kiran insisted, looking down. "Last time, I actually felt a little..."

"Yes, tell me what you felt, Kiran," I encouraged her, leaning forward.

"Nothing," Kiran finished abruptly, cutting herself off. "You sit down; I'll make the tea in two minutes."

"Let it go, don't make it now," I said, waving my hand. "When I go into Sir's room, you can make it for me then."

"You can drink it now, and you can drink it then too," Kiran countered, walking toward the kitchen.

I stared pointedly at Kiran's boobs, letting my eyes linger. "It really seems like you have a lot of milk," I remarked smoothly.

"How do you know that for sure, Avi?" Kiran asked, turning back with a truly playful, wicked smile now. "Would you like to drink some of my milk?"

*(I had genuinely not prepared for such an open, seductive response from Kiran.)* "If you are willing to give it to me," I replied, forcing my breathing to remain even, "I will absolutely drink it."

"Do you want to drink the milk first or the tea?" Kiran asked, her voice hushed, her eyes glittering.

"What kind of question is that now?" I asked, confused by the order of things.

"I mean, after drinking my milk now, are you going to drink tea with Sir," Kiran clarified, standing still, "or do you want to drink my milk after you finish drinking tea with Sir first?"

"I feel like drinking the milk now," I admitted, my voice husky. "But first, I'll go drink the tea with Sir, and then I'll come back and drink your milk peacefully."

"Okay," Kiran whispered, a clear promise in her eyes. "Now you go into the room. I will bring the tea for you both."

"No, don't bring tea," I quickly interjected. "Bring juice instead."

"Why juice, Avi?" Kiran questioned, puzzled.

I gave her a mischievous grin. "It wouldn't be much fun to drink your milk right after drinking tea," I explained.

"Okay," Kiran agreed, nodding slightly, understanding the underlying meaning. "I'll bring the juice, then. You go see Sir."

I stood up and finally walked into Sir's room, my mind spinning from the unexpected exchange with Kiran.

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