Adultery Adultery of Husband and wife (Oct 10)

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Six months ago...



"Sister-in-law, Abhi got an engineering seat in Hyderabad."

"Really? My daughter Akhila got one in Bangalore, Vimala."

"Is that so? Well, college starts in a week. You know my son is a bit shy and hesitant... I need to get him admitted to college and settled in the hostel. That’s why I called."

"Vimala, your brother isn't in town. He left just yesterday for a project in Dubai. Send Abhi over; I’ll take care of everything."

"Will do, sister-in-law. He is quite shy, after all."

"Vimala... he’s hardly a stranger to me. He even grew up with me for a while when he was little—have you forgotten?"

"That’s true, but..."

"You’re the one making him timid. Send him over immediately; I’ll handle it."

"Alright, sister-in-law. He’s leaving tonight."

"Okay, Vimala."

"Thanks, sister-in-law."

(.) (.)

Abhi arrived in the city, and his aunt accompanied him, personally overseeing all the admission formalities. Even after moving into the hostel, he would occasionally visit his aunt’s house to enjoy a good meal and chat cheerfully with her. It worked out well for him that there was no one else at home—his uncle was in Dubai, and Akhila was in Bangalore.

A month ago...

Even though her husband had returned from Dubai on leave, he was rarely home; he spent most of his time out and about.



One afternoon, taking Abhi along... Saroja had gone to the market; taking him out like this would help him get used to the city atmosphere.


Forty-four-year-old Saroja was filling her basket with groceries, following the list she held in her hand.


Having grown up in a village, Abhi was shy and reserved, yet deep down, he harbored the same feelings as any other young man. It had been a long time since he had seen his aunt. Watching her from behind made him lose his composure; besides, he had become a bit "corrupted" ever since joining the hostel.


Just as his aunt was incredibly affectionate, her daughter Akhila was equally stunning.



Saroja paused for a moment to check on Abhi, her eighteen-year-old nephew who had accompanied her. He was standing just four paces away but seemed lost in a world of his own, gazing intently at something. She followed his gaze and was surprised; he was staring fixedly at an older woman's cleavage. It wasn't the act of staring that surprised her, though; the woman was roughly her own age and shared a similar physique. Along with the surprise came a sudden doubt: did he look at her the same way? The thought made her feel a bit self-conscious; pretending not to have noticed what he was doing, she turned aside and called out, "Abhi!" Startled, he replied, "Auntie!"


"We're done here; let's go." Saying this, she walked ahead. Yet, as she walked, a doubt crossed her mind: surely, no one was looking at her from behind? After all, her friends often teased her, saying her backside was as sexy as Anushka’s or Ileana’s. Moreover, she had frequently noticed men staring lustfully at that very spot. In fact, she knew that even now, some men were looking right there. That was why she stopped, handed the basket to her son-in-law, and said, "Take this money, go pay the bill," before sending him ahead.

He seemed to move forward with a hint of disappointment. Seeing that disappointment made her smile; she also felt a touch of pride. While those were Saroja's thoughts, let us look at what was going through Abhi's mind. Saroja’s intuition was correct. He was absolutely captivated by his aunt's physique. Even though he knew it was wrong, his gaze kept wandering to her curves—both front and back. He would constantly watch her when she wasn't looking. Earlier at the store, he had been admiring how the breasts of a woman there resembled his aunt's. He felt let down when his aunt asked to walk ahead, causing him to lose that view. While paying the bill, he stole a glance at her. Noticing her smiling at a teenage boy who was looking at her, he chuckled to himself, thinking, "So, Auntie is interested in young guys too."

Deep down, Saroja also harbored a playful curiosity about what it would be like to be thoroughly pleasured by a young man of that age. She had just realized that her son-in-law was thinking along the same lines. Although they were both aware of each other's secret desires, they maintained a composed exterior. Yet, they couldn't stop stealing glances at one another. Later, they returned home together. Upon arrival, Saroja went to her room to change her saree and left the door slightly ajar.



Realizing his aunt was changing her saree, Abhi quietly approached the door. He began to watch through the narrow gap left by the partially open door. As Saroja stood turned away, the curves of her back were a feast for the eyes, while the mirror in front of her tantalizingly revealed her frontal charms. Abhi watched her, feeling a sense of tension. Saroja heard a sound near the door; realizing Abhi was watching, she too began to feel a bit nervous. After a few moments, thinking, "Oh well, if I show him once, the rascal will be satisfied," she slowly let her saree's *pallu* slip down. Seeing her ample bosom straining against her blouse, Abhi licked his lips.

She paused for a few more moments before slowly undoing the hooks of her blouse one by one. As she unfastened them, the heat rising within Abhi’s body intensified with every hook she undid. She pulled the blouse aside, further stoking his desire. Her bra, heavy with the weight of her breasts, came into view; the sight made Abhi feel breathless. Just as she reached behind to undo her bra hooks, Abhi—already burning with desire—couldn't hold back any longer and rushed into the bathroom. Noticing this, Saroja smiled, changed her saree, came out, and went into the kitchen. Abhi emerged after nearly twenty minutes. Seeing him, she teasingly asked, "Where were you all this time?" "To the bathroom, *Atta*," Abhi replied.

"That long? What were you doing in there?" she asked with a smile.

Abhi realized that his aunt had understood exactly what was going on with him. He replied indirectly, "I was just lost in thought, *Atta*."

"How many times a day do you get lost in thought like that?" she asked with a smile.

Blushing, Abhi lowered his head and said, "Two or three times."

"Don't do it too often; it’ll make you weak," she said, smiling.

Still blushing, Abhi said, "Okay, *Atta*," and went into his room.



A short while after Abhi went to his room, Saroja called him for a meal. "I'm not hungry, *Atta*; I'll eat in a little while," he said without moving from his room. A little later, Saroja entered his room. Abhi was lying down with his eyes closed. She glanced towards his crotch. Whatever he was thinking about, his member was fully erect and straining against his boxers, looking ready to burst through. Her heart began to race, yet she stood there, staring at it. Abhi noticed—through the slits of his eyelids—that his aunt was looking at his member. Her gaze only heightened his arousal; his member swelled further and began to throb. Realizing this, Saroja couldn't bear to stay any longer and hurriedly left the room.

Abhi watched to see where she was going. She went straight to her own room. Abhi slowly got up, walked over to her room, and peeked inside. She had gone into the bathroom and closed the door. Thinking to himself, "So, she's feeling aroused too," he chuckled softly, went to the hall, and turned on the TV. About fifteen minutes later, Saroja came out. Seeing her son-in-law sitting in the hall, she faltered slightly but quickly composed herself; walking slowly toward him, she asked, "What's on TV?"

"Does it matter what's on? Tell me, what were you doing in the bathroom for so long?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"I was doing exactly what you do in there," she replied, smiling back.

"I go because I have no other choice. But why did *you* go?" Abhi asked.

Saroja shot a sharp look at her son-in-law. "I just wondered—since you take a bath at night anyway, why take one now?" Abhi said with a laugh.

"Never mind my night bath; put on a good program so we can watch it," she said to him. He looked at her. She had dbangd her saree low, below her navel, looking incredibly alluring. She had a slender waist, and the way the *pallu* was wrapped tightly around it made her lower belly bulge slightly, teasingly exposing her navel. Seeing that, Abhi felt an intense urge to thrust his cock right into her there and then. As his gaze lingered provocatively on her navel, she giggled, came over to sit beside him, and said, "You seem to be deep in thought!" He stammered, "Oh, nothing... I was just watching a program," and turned his head toward the TV. Just then, a rain song came on; the heroine’s curves were vividly visible through her drenched saree. Seeing this, she smiled mischievously and said, "Oh! So *this* is what you're watching?"

"Well, what can I do? It looked good, so I was watching it..." Abhi replied, unabashed.

"Hmm... so if something looks good, does that mean you just watch *everything*?" Saroja asked.



Abhi turned his head to the side and, gazing at the curves of her body visible beneath the dbang of her saree, said, "When you show them off like that, how could I not look?"

"You’d look even if I didn't show them, wouldn't you?" Saroja remarked.

Abhi understood she was referring to the time he had seen her while she was changing her saree.

"Well, sometimes it’s unavoidable. You look at me the same way, after all—I probably inherited that trait from you," he said, alluding to the time she had seen his private part in his room. Saroja smiled faintly at the memory and asked, "That must be it... So, what is *that* saying?" she asked, glancing at his manhood bulging against his boxers.

"What?" Abhi asked. She looked away and said, "You know, the heroine on TV."

"You saw what she was saying yourself, didn't you?" Abhi replied.

"Alright! Keep looking, then..." Saroja said and walked away.

As she walked away, the sway of her hips stirred up a fresh wave of desire within him.

Staring at them, Abhi thought, "Aunt... what incredible curves you have. I can't wait to get my hands on them!"

Just then, Saroja turned back and said teasingly, "You've looked enough; come on, let's get to it..."

Startled, Abhi asked, "Get to what?"

"Din...ner..." she said, walking gracefully toward the dining hall.

Abhi followed his aunt; as she arranged the dishes on the dining table, he stepped up behind her. Admiring her figure, he said, "Mmm... they look delicious; ready to eat..." She turned around and said, "Are they that good?" while almost touching him. "Mmm... they make my mouth water," he said, gazing at the cleavage between her breasts.

"Then have a taste," Saroja said, pressing her breasts against his chest. "They seem really hot, too..." he said, leaning closer.

"You can't tell how hot they are just by looking! Touch them and see," Saroja said.

As his aunt said this, Abhi felt a surge of intense desire; he felt an urgent need to squeeze them. But just then, the neighbor lady arrived, asking, "Have you two had lunch yet?"

The aunt and son-in-law quickly stepped apart. "What are you doing?" the neighbor asked, walking closer.

Saroja looked at Abhi and smiled, saying, "My son-in-law was hungry, so I was getting him something to eat."

"So, has he eaten?" the neighbor asked.

"Oh... if you hadn't come along, he would have finished eating by now," Saroja replied.

"Is that so? Alright then, take your time feeding your son-in-law; I'll come back later..." she said and left.

As soon as she left, the son-in-law moved closer to her and said, "Mmm... the heat might fade away; are you going to let me eat?"

Deciding to just go for it, he placed his hand on the curve of her waist, pressed gently, and said, "You could feed me, you know..."

She glanced down at his waist and said, "You've become quite the big man now, haven't you? Feed yourself." Noticing her gaze, he said, "You’re the one who made me grow up so big, aren't you?"

"Hmm... that’s a good one. What exactly did *I* do?" she asked playfully.

"You showed me what there was to eat; isn't that enough to make someone grow?" Abhi said.

Saroja shot him a sharp look and said, "It wasn't me; it must have been that heroine."

"What did *she* do?" Abhi asked.

"Who knows? I have no idea," she said, and quickly moved to the other side of the table.

"Hey, aren't you going to serve the food?" Abhi asked.

Saroja glanced sideways at her son-in-law and said, "Everything is already laid out; serve yourself if you want. I'm sleepy," and hurried into her room.

Her look had pierced him sharply. He understood that his mother-in-law was burning with intense desire. However, he feared that if he didn't handle the situation carefully, things could go terribly wrong. So, he waited ten minutes before going to her room. She had changed out of her saree into a nightgown and was lying on the bed. As she lay on her side, her breasts were visibly bulging out.

"Sss... damn!" he thought, gripping his crotch tightly as he slowly entered her room. Saroja sensed him coming in; she watched him out of the corner of her eye. He walked over quietly and lay down beside her. Without opening her eyes, she asked, "So... has the master finished his meal?" “No...” he said, moving closer to her.

“Why is that?” Saroja asked.

“My hunger can’t be satisfied without you, can it?” Abhi said, placing his hand on her waist.

Saroja hummed and said, “Wrong—you shouldn’t put your hand there,” without moving away.

“Can’t I put my hand on my aunt’s body?” Abhi asked, pressing gently against her waist. Saroja shifted slightly and said, “You can, but you shouldn’t press like that.”

“So, can I place my hand somewhere else without pressing?” he asked.

Opening her eyes and looking into his face, she asked, “Where exactly would you put it?”

He slowly moved his hand from her waist and placed it on her buttocks.

Saroja remained silent. He began to gently caress her buttocks. Saroja said, “Sss... didn’t I tell you not to do that?”

He squeezed her buttocks lightly and said, “You said not to *press* like this, so...” then, caressing them again, added, “I’m *stroking* like this.”

“You shouldn't even touch there; take your hand off,” she said.

Continuing to caress her, he said, “What do you mean, *Atta*? I’ve touched there plenty of times in the past, haven't I?”

“Where exactly did you touch?” she asked in surprise.

He moved his hand from her buttocks to the cleavage between her breasts, tracing it lightly with his finger, and said, “Right here... I did this so many times when I was little, didn't I?”

She quickly grabbed his hand and said, “It wasn't just that; you did a lot of things back then, but those aren't appropriate now.”

“Really? What else did I do, *Atta*?” he asked innocently.

Pushing his hand away, she said, “Oh my! Did you grow up without knowing anything?”

“How am I supposed to remember what I did as a child? You could give me a hint...” he said, placing his hand back on her buttocks. “Oh my! What if I remind you and you try to do it again?” Saroja asked.

“What would happen if I did? I did it back then, after all...” he said.

“You can't do everything now that you did back then,” Saroja said.

“Why not?” Abhi asked, gently caressing her buttocks.

Saroja sighed softly and said, “You used to run around naked when you were little. Would you do that now?”

“If you told me to, I would,” he said, giving her buttock a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm...” she shifted slightly and said, “If you want to roam around like that, go ahead... what do I care?”

“If I did that, *you’d* be the one closing your eyes because you couldn't bear to look.” He said this while squeezing her buttocks a bit firmly.

“What do you have that I haven't seen since you were little? Strip...” Saroja said with a mischievous smile.

“Alright, I’m taking them off then...” Abhi said.

“Oh my... I *did* tell you to take them off, didn't I?” Saroja remarked.

Abhi stood up, removed his undershirt and boxers, and stood there in just his underwear. Seeing that, Saroja laughed and asked, “Why keep *that* on?” “Okay...” he said, and as he was about to remove that too, the voice of the neighbor auntie calling out “Saroja!” was heard. Saroja quickly got up and ran outside, laughing as she said, “Show *that* to her; she won't come back again.”

Muttering “Damn!” at having missed the chance to show his member to his aunt, he put his clothes back on. Even though he was dressed, his member was throbbing painfully. He thought about going to the bathroom but stopped, fearing his aunt might tease him if she saw him. Just then, Saroja called him. He went into the hall. “Bring some drinking water...” she said, gesturing for him to look at the auntie. He was left open-mouthed when he saw her; the way she was sitting, half of her breasts were exposed and visible. Seeing them, his hands itched with the urge to squeeze them passionately. Saroja signaled to her son-in-law with her eyes, asking, “How are they?” He signaled back that they were incredibly arousing and went into the kitchen to fetch the water. As soon as he left, she said, "Wait, I'll get some tea," and hurried into the kitchen. Her son-in-law was there, running water through the filter. She stepped up beside him and asked, "How are they?"

"What?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Her boobs..." she said angrily.

"Mm... they're nice," he replied.

"What did you feel when you saw them?" she asked.

"I felt like squeezing them hard," he said.

"So, you couldn't squeeze them?" she asked with a laugh.

"Mm... I'd love to squeeze them, but the family wouldn't approve. I wonder if outsiders would?" he said with a lustful edge.

"You shouldn't squeeze mine; that's wrong. If you want, I'll set you up with *her*—okay?" she said.

At her words, he got instantly aroused. "Please set it up... I'll repay the favor somehow," he said.

"How will you repay it?" Saroja asked.

"I'll do whatever you ask. I'll give you whatever you want," he said with a smile.

"Oh my! You seem really eager to give me something..." she said, laughing too.

"Yes, *Atta*! Why go through the trouble of setting *her* up? Why don't *you* just get ready for it?" he blurted out.

She looked him straight in the eye and said, "Didn't I tell you that we shouldn't do it together? I'll set her up for you; fuck her right in front of my eyes, and I'll watch and enjoy it." He could barely contain himself at her words. He felt an intense, sudden urge to fuck her right then and there. Unable to control his eagerness, he gave one of her breasts a firm, sudden squeeze. She hissed, "You naughty boy! If you do that, I won't fix that thing for you either," and walked over to the stove to make tea.

The way her *pallu* was dbangd revealed a tantalizing glimpse of the cleavage between her breasts. Deciding to just go for it, he walked up and stood beside her. She looked at him as if asking, "What is it?"

"Aunty, it’s not just your breasts—*you* look incredibly hot and arousing," he said.

"Hmm?" she murmured, feigning ignorance. Without a moment's hesitation, he slipped his hand inside her blouse and began kneading the breast he had grabbed with lustful intensity. Startled, Saroja hissed, yanked his hand away, and pushed him aside, saying, "It won't be good if Aunty sees this. You get out of here."

Afterward, she made tea and served it to Aunty. Once Aunty finished her tea, she said, "I’m going to get some vegetables; are you coming?" Saroja replied, "Sure, I’ll come after I have my meal." Aunty said, "Alright, hurry up then," and left.

Noticing Abhi staring lustfully at her buttocks as she walked away, she snapped, "You can stare at your leisure later—come on, let's eat. I have to go out."

Abhi smiled and sat down to eat with his aunt. Once the meal was over and everything was cleared away, Saroja went to her room to change her saree. Abhi slowly approached the doorway and began to peek inside. Noticing this, she said, "There's no need to spy like that. You can come in."


As soon as she said that, Abhi quickly stepped inside. Saroja had already removed her saree and was dressed only in her petticoat and blouse. Unable to restrain himself upon seeing her deep navel and the curves spilling out of her blouse, he rushed over to her, called out "Atha!", and passionately squeezed both her breasts right over her blouse.

She suddenly pushed him away and said, "Didn't I tell you not to do that?"

"But you were the one who invited me inside!" he replied.

"I invited you to *look*, not to *do* anything. If you try anything, you won't even have this opportunity anymore—be careful," Saroja said.

"Alright, then," he said, stepping back a little.

Saroja smiled and began taking off her clothes one by one. As she removed each garment, his member began to rise and throb vigorously. With no other option, he stood there watching while fondling himself. After removing her blouse and bra, she cupped her breasts with both hands and asked, "Do you like your aunt's breasts?" Unable to control himself any longer, he rushed over in a flash, squeezed her bare breasts passionately, and then bolted into the bathroom.




Saroja smiled, dbangd her saree back on, and stepped out. By then, he had finished his business in the bathroom and was ready to go. "Where are you getting ready to go?" Saroja asked teasingly. "I'm coming along with you, *Atta*," he said. "Why, dear? To look at what's in front and behind me?" she asked with a laugh. "I've already seen the front parts of both of you; this time, I thought I'd take a look at the back," he replied.

"Alright! Feast your eyes," she said, walking forward with a graceful, alluring sway. He quickly locked the door and followed her, gazing at the seductive sway of her hips. They set out, accompanied by the neighbor, 'Aunty'. He walked behind the two women, comparing the shapes of their backsides; he decided that his aunt’s buttocks were far more impressive than Aunty’s. While he was busy admiring both of them, they reached the market. He stood close to his aunt, pressing his erect member against her palm. Looking at the vegetables, Aunty said, "The eggplants look good; shall we get some?"

"I don't need eggplants; I already have a huge eggplant at home. That’ll be enough," she replied.

"How would just one eggplant be enough?" Aunty asked, drawing out the words teasingly.

"It’s a really big one," Saroja said, while surreptitiously rubbing her son-in-law's member through his trousers.

As she rubbed it, his member grew even harder. Sensing the erection, she gave it a sharp, firm squeeze through his pants. He let out a low moan—"Mmm"—audible only to her.

Saroja looked at him and smiled mischievously. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, "Instead of squeezing it with your hand, you could squeeze it with *that*."

She gestured as if asking, "With what?"

He pointed with his eyes toward the space between her thighs.

"I'll kill you," she said, and walked ahead.



He walked beside her, gently touching her buttocks with his hands. She glanced at him sideways with a smile and stopped in front of a shop. This time, he wedged his hand into the space between her and the counter. Biting her lower lip, she continued haggling over the vegetables. He began gently pressing his fingers against her crotch. The sensation felt pleasurable, causing her to stand still for a moment. Overcome by lust, he suddenly squeezed her mound hard. She hissed, shot him a sharp look, and moved away. The mutual fondling of each other's private parts had left them both thoroughly aroused.

Just then, the vegetable shopping ended, and they all headed home. On the way, the aunt kept talking, but neither the aunt nor the son-in-law was really listening. Upon reaching home and stepping inside, Saroja quickly bolted the door and asked him angrily, "What was that? Why did you squeeze me like that?"

He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close, and retorted, "Didn't you squeeze mine, too?"

She stepped back slightly and said, "I can do whatever I want, but you aren't supposed to."

"Aunt!" he exclaimed impatiently.




"That's it! Don't do anything to me anymore," she said, pulling herself free and walking away. He went into his room in a huff, stripped off his clothes, and—wearing only a lungi with no underwear—came out to the hall, sat on the sofa, and started watching TV. After a while, Saroja came and sat beside him, saying, "Put on a good program."

"What do you mean by a 'good program'?" he asked. "The kind of program that got you up this morning," she said teasingly.

"I didn't need a program like that to get it up. It rose the moment you sat next to me," he said.

"Really?" she asked, glancing at his lungi. "You aren't wearing anything underneath?"

"Who knows? See for yourself," he said.



She slowly slid her hand between his thighs, grasped his member, and exclaimed, "Wow! It's hissing!"

"You could cool it down a bit," he suggested.

"Why should *I* be the one to cool it down?" she asked.

"If you put it inside, it'll cool down on its own," he said.

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Keeping her grip tight on his member, she said, "I told you not to do things like that with your aunt, didn't I?"

As she tightened her hold, he gasped, "Sss... Auntie..."



She slowly moved his lungi aside, held his member between two fingers, and swayed it gently. "Wow! It’s so thick... it would be a struggle for anyone to take it in," she remarked.

"Why leave that struggle to someone else? You could handle it yourself," he said, moaning with desire.

"Not me; I’ll find a nice pussy that fits this perfectly..." she said, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing her thumb over the red, sensitive head. He gave a sudden jerk and groaned, "Oh God! You're killing me..."

"Is that so?" she asked, moving his member back and forth. "How does it feel now?"

As his eyes fluttered shut with intense passion, he whispered, "Sss... Super, Auntie..."

While continuing to stroke him, she let her *pallu* slip down. Since she had already undone three hooks, her breasts spilled more than halfway out, looking incredibly arousing.

Glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, he said, "Oh! Auntie, your breasts look so arousing... let me squeeze them just once..."

"They always look like that; you have to control yourself," she replied.



With her breasts displayed so openly like that, how could the poor guy possibly control himself? She glared at him fiercely, bit his cock hard, and said, "You bastard, look at the size of this thing... if it goes in just once, I’m done for."

He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them roughly, pushed her onto the sofa, and climbed on top of her. Ignoring her protests of "Abhi! Stop...", he thrust his cock against her mound, showered her face with kisses, and squeezed her breasts as if kneading dough. Saroja gasped and writhed beneath him.

He slid one hand down, lifted her nightie, and placed his hand between her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties. The moment his hand touched her naked sex, he went wild. "Not wearing panties? That means you came ready to get fucked," he said, spreading her thighs and pressing his cock against her lips, about to thrust inside. Suddenly, she pushed him away, stood up, and said, "Enough squeezing and groping... you shouldn't go any further with your aunt." She then walked into her room and shut the door.

He stood there, crestfallen. He couldn't quite figure out his aunt's mindset. Was she scared? Did she not want it? Or was she conflicted, unsure of what to do? Whatever the case, one thing was clear: her sexual craving was at its peak. “If not today, I’ll get the chance tomorrow. And the day I do, I’m going to fuck her hard and satisfy every bit of this craving,” he thought intensely.

That night, she came near her son-in-law. Whether she did it on purpose or it happened while she was busy with chores, her *pallu* had slipped right between her breasts, and her saree had slid down four inches below her navel. Her curves were tantalizingly on display, making Abhi’s mouth water. “Wow! You’re putting it all on display like this, *Atta*!” he said.

Smiling mischievously, she said, “I’ll leave the window slightly open. The show starts in half an hour. Watch and enjoy...” and walked away.

Her invitation drove him wild. “Damn! You’re killing me...” he thought with intense desire. He waited half an hour, then crept up to her room’s window and peeked inside. She had already stripped off all her clothes. His father-in-law was lying over her, sucking on her breasts. Even while being sucked, she spotted her son-in-law at the window; she smiled faintly, spread her legs, and stroked her pussy. Seeing this made Abhi’s cock surge with arousal.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed aside his *lungi* and showed her his erect member. Smiling, she gestured for him to come and put it inside her. He waved his rod and gestured for her to come outside. Gazing at his cock, she moistened her lips with her tongue and began sucking on a finger she had placed in her mouth; the sight made it feel as though she were sucking his cock itself.

Watching her, he began stroking his cock with intense lust. Biting her lip slightly, she said to her husband, "Oh... come on, I'm getting so wet inside..." He climbed onto her and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. Still looking at her son-in-law, she said, "Mmm... push it in..."

Her husband thrust it inside forcefully. She let out a soft "Haa" and, while still looking at her son-in-law, began thrusting her hips upward to meet his movements. As she watched, she ran her tongue around the finger she was sucking.

Aroused to a fever pitch, Abhi began stroking his member rapidly. Saroja moaned, "Yes, thrust it fast like that... mmm... sss..." Abhi was losing his mind with desire; he stared lustfully at his mother-in-law.

"Oh God! What a cock you have... thrust it in hard... fuck me until my pussy is raw..." she moaned. His wife's words pushed him over the edge; he thrust vigorously a couple of times and ejaculated. Nearby, Abhi also reached his climax, spraying his semen through the window; it landed beside the bed, with a few drops splashing onto her thigh. Clasping her husband tightly against her, she wiped away the drops that had fallen onto her thigh with her finger, licked them off, and smiled mischievously at him. That was the last straw for his patience; he listlessly walked away to his room.

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Priyanka was preparing the prawn fry that her father-in-law loved.

Just then, Venky—fresh from a shower and dressed in shorts and a shirt—walked into the kitchen with a can of beer. He sat on the kitchen counter and struck up a conversation with his daughter-in-law.

"Father-in-law... I could make prawn fry for you every day; why don't you just stay at our place?"

"If I stayed at your place, I could see you and chat with you every day, couldn't I?"

"Exactly... so why don't you come?"

"Priya... my wife wouldn't agree."

"Wife? But didn't Auntie pass away?"

"My job is like my wife... I can't bear to be away from it."



"Fair enough... but given your wealth and high status, how did you agree to an alliance with an ordinary person like me?" "Priya... after my wife passed away—I mean, my lawfully wedded wife—and seeing that my son’s youthful drive hadn't slowed down, I thought about getting married again. But I held back, wondering what people would say about a man my age remarrying. That was when Google sent me for campus hiring... and I saw you there.

Priya, I don't like to lie... I felt it would be wonderful to have a girl like you in our home. I thought that if you got selected, I could spend my days seeing you at the office. But you failed in the first round, and I couldn't hire you against the rules.

That’s why, wanting to make you my daughter-in-law, I sent my son to your house. I lied and said your father was a friend of mine, orchestrating it so that my son—who was looking for a room—would end up at your place. Once he saw you, he fell for you just as I had. He did something I couldn't—or shouldn't—do: he fucked you before the wedding. You, too, were charmed by his love. You didn't actually know he was the heir to such a vast fortune; you fell for his good character. Even your father never objected once he learned the details of my wealth.

In fact, I was the one who rushed the wedding.

I was the one who pushed for it, wanting a celestial beauty like you to join our family as soon as possible..."

...as if her father-in-law were about to press a red-hot spatula against her thighs. Acting the part, she said, "Ugh... you're a dirty man, Uncle... does anyone pick a wife for their son like this?" Venky, placing his hand on his daughter-in-law's waist and squeezing it, replied, "You're just that beautiful, Priya... tell me, what was I supposed to do? I couldn't come up with any other idea... even if I wanted to hire you at my company, you wouldn't make it past the tough selection criteria..."



Gently removing his hand from her waist, she asked, "So, after hand-picking me with such love... why keep me living separately instead of having me stay at your house?"

Venky smiled and asked, "Should I tell you the truth? Or a lie?"

"Tell me both."

"The truth... if you lived in my house, I might not be able to control myself and end up fucking you...

The lie... my wife... I mean... it would cause trouble for my job."

Priyanka was stunned by those words.

Even though she was playing a 'reality game' with her husband, enjoying life like a bachelor, and had the chance to hang out with people she liked, she suddenly felt angry with her uncle at that moment. Muttering to herself and wondering if her uncle really harbored such desires for her, she went into the bedroom and lay down.

Venky wasn't surprised; after all, no woman who had tied the knot could handle hearing words like that. It wasn't wrong to love one's daughter-in-law, but no daughter-in-law would tolerate a man harboring lustful desires and wanting to fuck her—especially not a genuinely good woman like Priyanka. They wouldn't be able to handle it... She stormed off in anger, but had it been anyone else, they would have slapped me hard across the face.

Fifteen minutes later, Venky went to his daughter-in-law's bedside and placed a file next to her.

"Priya, my dear... take a look at this medical file. My son is incapable of fathering a child; there is a defect in his sperm. How do I know this? Three months after your wedding, a doctor friend of mine called me.

He said, 'Venkatrao garu, your son came to see me today because he wasn't sleeping well. I ordered some routine tests, and the results revealed a defect in his sperm—he won't be able to father children.' I was devastated; it felt like the ground was shaking beneath me. I asked if the condition could be cured with medication or surgery. He replied, 'I'm sorry, Venkatrao garu; if there were any chance, I would have told you myself. Usually, I wouldn't discuss a patient's medical condition with anyone else, but since I know you so well, I decided to call you.'

After that, I took him to another lab under a pretext and had the tests repeated. The result was the same. He doesn't know any of this.

I was anxious and didn't know what to do. Then, in the course of conversation, the two of you mentioned that you were married early and planned to enjoy life for another four years before thinking about children. I felt a huge sense of relief—at least we had some time." But four years will just slip by like this, won't they? I’ve thought a lot about a solution to this problem... but telling you about it would only cause you more pain without actually solving the issue.

Did I ruin your life with my own hands, my child?

When I saw you during the campus interviews, I was instantly drawn to you and brought you into our family as a daughter-in-law. Yet, I’ve been consumed by guilt watching your life being ruined like this. If only that test had been done before the wedding, I would have stopped the marriage... but we were three months too late.

I felt that I—the very person who ruined your life—am the one who must set it right.

Yes... I wanted to be the one to give you the chance to have children. True, Priya—no uncle would typically have such a wish—but I had no other option. I underwent the test myself, and the report confirmed I have a healthy sperm count. You had given a blood sample for some other reason, so I called a doctor friend of mine and asked if our cells would be compatible. He was stunned at first, but approaching it from a medical perspective, he combined our blood samples and tested them. It was a success; if we come together, we could have a healthy, beautiful baby.

Priya, I’m not saying this because I want an heir for our family lineage. But if *you* have a desire to have children, I am ready. "At first, the only reason I wanted to sleep with you was so you could bear children. But once the need to be intimate with you arose, my mindset changed. Sex isn't just the friction of body parts; it’s a union of minds and a response of hearts. That’s why my affection for you grew, and I started getting closer to you. You had said we wouldn't think about children for four years... and now, those four years are almost up. That’s why I’m telling you all this—so we don't delay any further.

Think it over and make a decision, Priya."

Priyanka sat up at Venky Mama's words. She hurriedly picked up the file and started reading, her heart pounding wildly. The thought of conceiving a child with another man—when she had married the man she truly loved—left her mind reeling.

There was silence between them for a while.

Here I was, playing a 'reality show' game with my husband, and suddenly, the opportunity to sleep with my father-in-law presented itself. Even if I told my husband I was sleeping with his father, he wouldn't object. After all, there are countless 'virtuous' women who engage in sex without any such reason, and illicit affairs with fathers-in-law are hardly rare. Given that, what more could one ask for when there was such a compelling reason?



But if I did start an affair with my father-in-law—even if it began solely for the sake of having children—what if he got a taste for me and wanted to continue the intimacy later? It didn't feel right to sleep with my father-in-law and then pass the child off as my husband's. In the future, when my children called my husband 'Dad,' the person standing beside... How would it be for Mama and me?

Priyanka was in a state of confusion.

Getting up from the bed...

She put on the clothes from the shelf—right in front of Mama—and packed her bag.

"Mama... Friday night... prawn biryani on one side, beer on the other, a porn movie playing on the TV... this life is better, isn't it?" she said, and as she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand.

"You prepared the prawn biryani... the beer is in the fridge... but this Friday night won't pass without *you*—someone who gives a bigger kick than any porn movie."

Turning back...

"Mama... you're struggling over just one night... but knowing this, every night feels like a nightmare to me, Mama... let me go."

"Your husband isn't home... but Mama is here. A life without a man is unbearable for a woman."

"I'm thinking of living as a bachelor for a while."

"Bravo... in that case, you can be with whomever you please... there's no husband around to question you."

At those words, Priyanka tossed her bag aside, reached into Mama's shorts, and squeezed his cock. "I live for myself... not for my husband... at least for another year. Mama, let's do something... let's fuck. But not for the sake of children... let's fuck to satisfy the itch we have for each other. But... emotionally... [it gives you] the chance to fuck me for the rest of my life, knowing I'm the father of your children." "I won't give you that... this is just a 'contract fuck'... for a year only... after that, we'll go back to being just father-in-law and daughter-in-law like before. As for children... leave that matter to me... if it really comes to it, we can adopt. Look, every cock that enters a woman's pussy wants to assert dominance over it... ours isn't an emotional relationship... it's an illicit affair... the kind where you cum, wash up, and forget about it."

Venky gives a lewd grin and says, "It's hard to trust a woman who has once spread her legs... Priya, at first, I only wanted to fuck you to have children... but as time went on... your beauty drove me mad... I fuck you just to satisfy my itch, my lust, and my craving... If you don't want children, that's your choice... just give me your pussy... I'll handle the rest," and as he says this, he places his hand on her breasts.



"Mama... come on... I'll feed you rice with prawn fry," she says, leading her father-in-law to the dining table.

Just then, Mahesh calls.

"Where are you, Priya?"

"At Mama's house."

"What are you doing there without me?"

"It's not like you'd be doing anything anyway... so I thought I'd get *that* done with Mama instead."

"What?"

"What else, Mahesh... it's Friday night... I came over to make prawn fry for Mama."

"Oh... I forgot... add double the masala for Dad."

"Mahesh... at his age... is that really necessary for Mama?"

"What do you mean, age?" "When he goes to the gym, even guys like me are stunned by the push-ups he does."
"Oh yes... Uncle is stronger than you."
"Yeah... every girl at his office is eager to catch his eye."
"Me too."

"You too?"

"Why? I'm a girl too, aren't I?"

"I mean... they all want to flirt with Dad."


"Same here."

"Why are you talking like that? What do you mean *you* want to flirt with Dad?"

"Mahesh... tell me when my birthday is."

"That... that... August 15th."

"That's my sister's birthday. Tell me our wedding anniversary?"

"That... that... January 11th."

"Mahesh... that's wrong too. You never remember my birthday. Uncle gives me a very expensive gift on every birthday of mine."

"He has enough money to give expensive gifts."

"Mahesh... a hundred-rupee chocolate given with love is enough. You aren't a poor man who can't afford a hundred rupees... Uncle is the kind of person who would offer a Benz car without even being asked..."

"Why are you talking like that? You've never spoken this way before."

"Mahesh... I'm saying your dad is better than you."

"Okay, okay... that's true too. If Dad is bored, you stay there tonight, Priya."

"Alright, Mahesh. From now on, every Friday, along with the prawn fry, I'll be there for Uncle too." "Your words sound different somehow... Alright... I'll hang up now... Bye."

"Wait, wait, Mahesh... talk to your father."

"Dad, how are you?"

"Look, you're my own son... yet you call once a week and text once a month. My daughter-in-law—who isn't even related by blood—messages me every single day, asking, 'Did you take your tablets, Uncle?' Mahesh, love isn't found in the Mercedes-Benz cars we gift... Don't let yourself reach the pathetic state where you forget your wife's birthday and can't even give her a hundred-rupee chocolate."
"Hello... wait... just because she said something, you're getting worked up too? I didn't forget her birthday."

"But... that's what Priyanka said."


"Priyanka's sister Kavya has her birthday the day before Priyanka's. Kavya loves it when I spoil her, you know? My entire month's salary isn't enough for her birthday... so I didn't have the money to buy a nice gift for Priya. But giving a cheap hundred-rupee chocolate and calling it a birthday gift would have been awful... Besides, my wife has never complained all these years; for her to speak like this now... something feels off."

"Alright then... take care of your health, Mahesh."

"Okay, Dad... Priya is crazy about custard apple custard... please order that for her."

"Okay, okay."

"She can't sleep if the AC is too high... please be careful."

"Okay, okay."

"She has a habit of drinking coffee first thing in the morning... please see to that."

"That..." "She's my wife... I'll take care of her."

"What? What did you say? 'My wife'?"

"Is that what you heard? I didn't say *my* wife... I said *your* wife."

"Oh, I see... Alright then... take care... Good night... Good night, Priya."

After hanging up the phone...



She pulled his member out and said, "Why are you calling me 'my wife' already? Ours is an illicit affair... I'm your daughter-in-law, not your wife. That kind of emotional blackmail—trying to claim ownership over every pussy you've fucked—won't work with me, Mama."

He pulled her body tightly against his and said, "Say that again in a year. By then, I won't call you 'daughter-in-law' or 'wife'... but until then, you *are* my wife—whenever no one else is around." As he said this, he placed his hand on her buttocks and squeezed.

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Kavita received a call from her sister early in the morning.



"Kavita, I’m in Pune for office work. *Bava* [brother-in-law] has had a fever since yesterday. Could you go check on him?"

Kavya had actually blocked his number recently because she didn't like his behavior.

"Akka, is he a small child or something? You're making such a fuss over a mere fever."

Priyanka hung up the phone in anger.

Kavita felt irritated. What was with her sister and brother-in-law acting so over-the-top lately? The man who used to speak to her curtly before was now offering rides to and from the office, touching her unnecessarily, and sending lewd photos along with "Good Morning" messages first thing in the morning.

Usually, if one person hung up in anger, the other was expected to call back and pacify them—that was the unspoken pact between sisters. But when Kavita didn't call back even after a while, Priyanka called her again.

"What is this arrogance..."

"Akka, if *you* had a fever, I’d come running on the very next flight. But a grown man—do I really have to nurse *Bava* like a little child?"

"Kavita, I’m not asking you to nurse him. Just go check on him and politely ask if he needs to see a doctor; that’s all."

"Akka, I don't have a problem checking on him."

"Then what *is* your problem?" "It's nothing really... nothing worth telling you about."

"Kavitha... if there’s some conflict between you and *Bava* [brother-in-law], it’s best if you two sort it out yourselves. It wouldn't be right for me to get involved."

"Alright then... I'll leave in a little while."

"Thanks, Kavitha."

"Akka..."

"Hmm."

"Akka..."

"Hmm."

"I need to throw a party for my friends next week. My bank balance is a bit low."

"You're asking me instead of asking *Bava*?"

"Akka, if you want to give it, give it; otherwise, don't."

"Why do you always talk about 'licking' *Bava*?"

"Yes, and it was because I 'licked' him like that that he 'scratched' me."

"That’s not called 'scratching,' dear... it’s called showing concern for his wife's sister."

"Akka, he used to stay right in my room while I was bathing in the bathroom."

"It was in your room, right? Not *inside* your bathroom."

"Why are you saying that? It’s wrong for him to be there, isn't it? How was I supposed to change my clothes after my bath?"

"What would you have lost by just saying, '*Bava*, please step outside for a moment so I can change'?"

"Akka... you wouldn't understand. He used to make me ride on his bike even when there was no need for it."

"Maybe he thought the bike ride would be comfortable."

"Comfort? For *him*?" "Look, I’m not saying you should wrap your arms around *Bava* and cling to him like his wife... just hold his waist, that’s enough."

"But *Bava* used to hit the brakes suddenly every now and then."

"Kavita... are you suspecting *Bava*? Before and even after our wedding, there were plenty of chances for him to kiss you. But he never did. When you’d take off half your clothes in our room and fall fast asleep, he could have done anything to you. Yet, he never even touched you. You were the one who used to playfully throw yourself at him. Kavita, what’s come over you now—something that wasn't there all this time?"

"It’s not me... it’s your husband. All this time, there was love and affection in *Bava*'s touch. Now, I see desire and lust."

"I don't believe it."

"If you don't believe it, then fuck off."

Kavita hung up the phone.

(.) (.)

It was 9 AM.

When the doorbell rang, Mahesh went to answer it.



Kavya...

She felt humiliated having to stand at the doorway while being told, "Akka isn't here; she went to Pune for office work."

"Why are you keeping me standing at the door like this, Bava?"

"Akka isn't here."

As he said this, Kavya pushed her way inside and placed the apples she had brought for him on the table.

Mahesh closed the door, walked inside, and silently went into his room.

Kavya followed him into his room and sat on the chair.

"How are you feeling now, Bava? Is it a bit better?"

Mahesh remained silent.

"Bava... I'm asking *you*."

Mahesh remained silent.

"Bava... why are you sulking like a little kid?"

"You're the one who behaved like a child... why did you block my number?"

"Bava... would anyone send a photo showing a man kissing his wife's sister?" she asked, showing him the message and the photo on her phone.

Mahesh was stunned when he saw the photo.



"What is this? Me kissing you? Who actually sent you this photo?"

"Bava... enough with the act. You used AI to edit a photo making it look like you were kissing me, sent it to me, and now you're acting innocent... enough with the acting, Bava."

Mahesh fell into deep thought. Who could have done this? Even Priya knows my phone password. Could *she* be the one who sent it? Mahesh remained silent, not knowing what to say.

After waiting there for another five minutes—and seeing that *Bava* wasn't saying a word—Kavya stood up, ready to leave for the office.

From behind, Mahesh said, "Kavya, please unblock my number."

Turning around, she asked, "What? Are you going to take a picture of yourself squeezing my boobs and send it this time?"

"Please... don't say that."

"Then why, *Bava*?"

"I need to Google Pay you 10,000 rupees. You used to always ask me for money, but now you're asking my sister."

"*Bava*, I don't need your help anymore... Bye."

Mahesh remained silent.

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Two days later...

"Mahesh... Kavya has a viral fever; she said her temperature is 102. Could you please go and check on her?"

"Priya... if she sees me, her temperature will only go up."

"I'm sorry, Mahesh... I'm the reason for all this."

"You?" "Yes, Mahesh. I was the one who sent that photo of you kissing my sister... I sent it from your phone... but I didn't think it would turn into such a huge issue."

Mahesh was furious.

"Priya... we had planned to enjoy our bachelor lives. You did this so that instead of hitting on other girls, I’d focus on your sister, didn't you? I like Kavya too, but you stepped in and made a complete mess of things."

"I said I was sorry, didn't I? Just go... go take care of Kavya. She'll grow closer to you."

"What are you saying, Priya? She's suffering with a fever, and here you are talking as if there's some other motive behind it."

"Mahesh... I'm sorry... please go right away."

(.) (.)

It was 3 PM. Mahesh went to Kavya's flat.

Kavya looked very weak. Looking at her *Bava* (brother-in-law), she said, "Sorry, *Bava*. I misunderstood you; I just found out that *Akka* (sister) was behind all this."

Mahesh replied, "Kavya... is that matter really important right now? How are you feeling?" She said, "It's a viral fever... I feel a bit weak... but I feel relieved after hearing what *Akka* said. You are a very good person, *Bava*; I was the one who imagined all sorts of things."

Mahesh immediately booked an appointment for a video consultation with a doctor.

The doctor called via video, spoke to Kavya, and prescribed some tests.

He booked an appointment to have the blood sample collected for the tests.

The sample collection was completed within half an hour.

The blood test report arrived two hours later.

They had another video consultation with the doctor; after reviewing the report, the doctor prescribed some tablets.

Meanwhile, it started raining heavily outside.

Even if medicines were ordered for home delivery, no one would deliver in such heavy rain. Yet, the fever wouldn't subside unless she took at least one dose by nightfall. As Mahesh was about to leave to fetch medicines, Kavya said, "Why go out in such heavy rain, Bava? Let's wait; we can go once it subsides." Mahesh showed her the weather report on his app and said, "This isn't a rain that will let up anytime soon, Kavya. It’s going to be like this for another two days," and stepped out.

Watching him leave, Kavya thought, "It’s truly Akka’s good fortune to have found such a wonderful husband. Arranging video calls with the doctor, blood tests... and now going out in this downpour for medicines... I misunderstood such a good man; I even blocked his number. Even if Akka played a prank, how could I have believed it? Bava wouldn't do things like that. Flirting in the car or on the bike—that’s one thing—but kissing like that? Oh dear..."

An hour later, Mahesh returned, completely drenched.

He took out the packet of medicines he had kept safely tucked away.

Kavya was stunned to see him.

"Bava... why are you so wet? Didn't you take the car?"

"Kavya, the car wouldn't start... so I came back up and took your scooty keys."

"Bava... in this rain... was it really necessary?"

Kavya’s eyes welled up. As he handed her the tablet, she noticed his elbow was scbangd and bleeding. "Bava... what is this? You're bleeding... what happened?" she asked. As Mahesh walked toward the kitchen, she followed him and asked again, "Tell me, Bava... what happened?"

As he put the milk on the stove and said, "It was raining, you know... I hit a rock in the dark and skidded... but your bike is completely fine," Kavya sobbed, slapped his cheek lightly, and hugged him. "Bava... you took so many blows for my sake, yet you're telling me my bike is fine? You're teasing the very person who thinks, 'It doesn't matter what happens to my bike, as long as you're safe.' I couldn't bear it if something happened to you, Bava. I made a mistake by blocking your number, yet you forgave me and sent me 10,000 rupees for the party I was planning for my friends... Bava, being this kind isn't good for you," she said, planting kisses on his face...

He winced, "Ouch."

Saying "Sorry, sorry," she grabbed the tincture and cotton from the kitchen shelf and dressed the wound on Mahesh's elbow. He had lost a lot of blood. 

"You sustained such a bad injury, yet you came straight home instead of going to the hospital?" she asked, looking into his eyes; Mahesh looked back into hers.

Kavya felt shy and raised her eyebrows, asking "What?" with her expression.

"With a face full of pimples like this, how will you ever find a husband?" he teased, pouring the milk into a glass and handing it to her.

Taking the glass, Kavya asked, "So, you're focusing on my beauty now? What's the story?" as she opened the kitchen door...

As a cool drizzle fell outside, she sipped the hot milk and said, "Bava... I've had a wish for a long time..." Mahesh closes the door and says, "You already have a fever... getting wet in the rain like this will only make it worse... come inside." He holds her hand and leads her into the bedroom.

Kavya sits on the bed, makes room beside her, and asks him to sit down.

Mahesh sits next to Kavya and asks, "You were saying something earlier... about having a wish?"

She holds Mahesh's hand and says, "Bava... I have this wish—to get wet in the rain like this, sitting on the garden chair in the balcony with my boyfriend... sitting on his lap... and just chatting away."

Mahesh suddenly lets go of her hand.

Noticing him abruptly let go of her hand, Kavya asks, "What happened, Bava? Is it wrong to wish for something like that?"

Mahesh remains silent.

Resting her head on his shoulder, she says, "What is it, Bava? You're hiding something... tell me. If you hide things like this, it implies I'm not close enough to you. Please don't keep any secrets from me, Bava."

He says hesitantly, "Earlier... when you opened the kitchen balcony door, I closed it, didn't I?"

"Yes."




"Why?" "Because getting wet in the rain makes my fever worse..."

"That may be true, but it's not the real reason."

"Then what is it?"

"I'll tell you... but don't block me again."

"It's okay, go ahead."

"Kavya, I... getting wet in the rain like that... out on the balcony... bending my wife over... all night long... I can't say any more, Kavya."

Kavya was stunned.



She adjusted her top and moved slightly to the side.

Silence hung between the two.

Just then, Kavya received a message—from her sister.

She opened the message on her phone; *Bava* could see it too. When she opened it, a short video clip played. "Shit... what is this? What happened to it?" she thought, quickly closing it. But she realized *Bava* had already seen it.

Mahesh smiled and said, "I told you, didn't I? Whenever it rains like this... your sister loves it too. It’s as if she knew it was raining in Hyderabad. Poor thing... I think she misses me." Kavya blushed and said, "Oh, *Bava*... it's not right to say things like that." Mahesh laughed and replied, "Well, your sister sent the video directly, didn't she?"



Five minutes later, he checked his temperature; it hadn't gone up or down.

"*Bava*... what about your dinner?"

"I already ate... I went out earlier, remember?"

"*Bava*... tell me the truth."

"Kavya... I don't really feel like eating... Are there any fruits in the fridge?"

"I ate them all... What do we do now? No delivery guys will come out in this weather."

"I'll just make some upma."

"We don't have upma rava, *Bava*."

"Alright, tell me what we *do* have... I'll make something with that."

"Bread."

"Okay..."

He went into the kitchen and returned in fifteen minutes.

Bread toast and an omelet.

They shared it.

"Kavya... you eat too."

"*Bava*... you're such a good person... so why does my sister always scold you?" "Kavya... you didn't block my number, did you? It's the same thing here."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll understand once you get married. Anger, sulking, making up—these are all part of love."




"Yes, Bava... the moment my anger at you faded, love for you welled up."

"Alright... go to sleep now; it's already late."

"Okay, Bava... you get some sleep too. You're exhausted. Take a Dolo tablet so you don't get aches from that blow."

"Will do."

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Kavya opened her eyes at six in the morning. Bava was sitting in the chair, dozing off. He hadn't slept all night; he had kept applying cool compresses and monitoring her temperature to keep it from rising. He had even woken her up in the middle of the night to give her a tablet. Seeing Bava—who had stayed awake all night looking after her—filled Kavya’s heart with a sweet, tender ache. Every girl dreams of having a husband like this. Men like Bava, who care for you with such deep affection, are rare. Thinking, "That’s exactly why I don’t have a boyfriend yet," Kavya got up and headed to the bathroom.

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Kavya didn't see *Bava* (Jiju) when she returned after freshening up in the bathroom. Wondering where he had gone, she walked into the kitchen and found him there, making coffee.

Seeing her, he said, "Why are you up so soon, dear? You should have slept a little longer." Kavya replied with a hint of annoyance, "Bava, this is too much. You’re the one who should be resting after staying up all night looking after me. What was the rush to get up so early?" Mahesh showed her the time on his phone and said, "It’s time for your tablet. Have some coffee and take your medicine."

Overwhelmed by his affection, Kavya hugged him from behind. "Bava... I can't handle so much love... I love you, Bava," she said, her tears dampening his neck. He turned around and remarked, "Something is pricking me." Startled, she stepped back and checked her nightdress; a couple of buttons had come undone. Blushing and hanging her head, she apologized, "Sorry, Bava."

"You don't need to say sorry; I should be the one saying thanks."

"Oh, stop it, Bava... you're too much."

"Hey... you're making such a fuss about me staying up all night to look after you... but you don't know the real story."

"What is the real story?" she asked, taking the coffee cup from his hand. She moved to open the balcony door but closed it again upon seeing that it was still raining outside. ...In the rain... on the balcony... bending her sister over... all night long... *Uff*... Oh God... "Please, Lord, give me a husband like that," she thinks to herself.

He reveals the actual truth as he walks into the hall.

"Kavya... sit down... I'll tell you exactly what happened." Kavya sits on the chair opposite him.

"Tell me, Bava."

"It’s true I stayed awake all night. And the reason for that?"

"To look after me, right?"

"At first, that’s exactly what I thought. I sat in the chair, checking my phone and glancing at you every now and then. Checking your temperature, applying a wet cloth when it was high—I did all that until past midnight. But just when I was about to go to sleep, I saw something I shouldn't have."

At those words, Kavya feels a surge of anxiety; she nervously checks the buttons on her nightdress and looks at him, wondering what he’s going to say.

"What did you see, Bava?" she asks, her eyes darting around nervously.

"Kavya, did you get that tattoo done by a man or a woman?"

That question makes her heart race wildly.



*Shit*... so Bava... did he see *right there*? Thank goodness I hadn't taken off my panties... but still, did he have nothing better to do than watch me? He could have just slept... it's not like I’d die from a fever... Would he stay awake all night if *Akka* (her sister) had a fever like this?

"Bava... did you see it?" "Yeah... you showed it, didn't you?"

"I didn't show it on purpose."

"Oh well... you'd show it eventually anyway, right?"

"What?"

"Huh... so, you won't show it?"

"Bava... this is too much."

"What else is it? You and your sister are playing games with me."

"What did I do?"

"We'll get to you later... but look at the kind of photo your sister sent—a photo of *you*. She sent it and then said, 'Sorry Mahesh, I sent it by mistake; please delete it.'"

"Then why did you keep it instead of deleting it, Bava?"

"Because they looked good."

"What is this?" "The ones up here..."

"You're such a dirty guy... Yesterday you saw what was down there... and just now, I showed you what's up here."

"Kavya, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead... what else do you want me to show?"

"The time for showing is over. Now, only the action remains."

"What are you saying? Don't tell me you're going to bang me?"

"Hey, cut the drama."



"Kavya... such a beautiful body... an innocent face... you could easily do modeling. A friend of mine runs an agency."

"No, Bava... if anyone is going to fuck me before my wedding, it has to be you. I'm not going to sleep with just any random guy."

Mahesh was stunned by Kavya's bluntness... It was better to change the subject.

"Alright, Kavya... the rain doesn't seem to be letting up. There aren't any vegetables in the fridge either, and delivery guys won't come out in this weather. I'll go out and get something."

"Are you crazy, Bava? You went out in the rain last night and fell down... is it really necessary to go out now?"

"It's a necessity."

"We won't die if we skip it for a day, right?"

"We won't die... but the craving is intense... I feel crazy if I don't take a puff. I need to buy cigarette packets urgently."

"Bava... habits like this are wrong."

"Kavya... I know it's an addiction... but I can't stop... I can't give it up."

"Bava... I suggested this idea to Akka too... but she didn't pay attention. Now I'm telling you... Bava, this is a bumper offer for you."

"What is it?"

"You need a four-inch stick... a six-inch cock. Whenever you feel like smoking a cigarette, come to me... If you give up smoking, I'll suck your cock. You finish a cigarette in five minutes... I'll finish yours in five minutes too. Let's try it for a month. You won't even go near a cigarette."

Mahesh was stunned... Kavya was far more advanced than he had imagined.

"Hey... the addiction to fucking is far more dangerous than the addiction to cigarettes."

"Hello... I only said I'd suck your cock... I'm not asking you to climb onto my pussy."

"Kavya... one thing leads to another. That's what addiction is. Playing cards leads to a smoking habit... smoking leads to drinking... drinking leads to bringing girls over... it's all interconnected."



"Bava... are you really that weak?" "Kavya... what chance does my self-control stand against your beauty? After seeing your tattoo yesterday, I went to the bathroom twice to relieve myself... Kavya, don't take life so lightly. Just get married happily and enjoy life with your husband."

Kavya fell silent.

Mahesh got up, grabbed the scooter keys, and stepped outside.

Kavya appreciated her *Bava's* (cousin's) frankness. He cared this much because he loved her. If she were to tell him directly, "I'll suck your cock" or "I'll sleep with you," he would surely say no... but she needed to draw him in slowly, depending on the situation. First a kiss... then some playful action... then the main act... she had to lure him in gradually, without bluntly asking him to spread her legs and fuck her.

(.) (.)

He cooked a meal using the vegetables he had brought from outside and served a light portion to Kavya.

After giving her the medicine and finishing his own lunch, he came into Kavya's room.

"Kavya... you have a fever, right? You'll feel sleepy after lunch, but you shouldn't sleep."

"Yes, *Bava*... that's why let's watch a movie... on TV."

"Why watch TV? I'll tell you a story... a movie story from my own life."

"What are you saying, *Bava*?"

"Yes, Kavya. Did my dad try to give you a lift in his Benz car recently?"

"Yeah... Uncle stopped in front of my office a couple of times for me."

"So, did you get in?"

"No... I'm scared of Uncle."

"Why?" "I don't know... there's an inexplicable allure in his gaze. He can easily sweep girls off their feet."

"How do you know?"

"He tried to hit on my roommate first, hoping to get to me. There are very few girls who can resist an 'uncle' with a Benz."



"Yeah... that's exactly how my wife fell for me, too."

"What? *Akka* isn't like that, *Bava*."

"That’s what I thought too. Kavya, I’m not saying this to impress you or to suggest that I’d get closer to you if I drifted apart from *Akka*..."

"Maybe... but *Akka* isn't like that."

"Look at this photo."

Kavya is stunned.

"Kavya... read this message too—the message and the picture your sister sent me."

Kavya reads the message on Mahesh's phone.

"Mahesh... *this* is what true manliness is..."



Kavya couldn't believe it... Was it true? Did her sister really send this, or was *Bava* faking it using AI?

She sent a message to her sister:

"Akka, Uncle Venkatrao is inviting me to dinner... should I go?"

A reply came two minutes later:

"Kavya... Mamayya is a really good man. If he’s invited you to dinner, it’s your good fortune. Go ahead."

Kavya was left wondering. Did her sister really feel that way about their uncle?

"Bava, okay—tell me the story of your movie."

"Okay... this actually happened. You can even check with Akka later if you want."

"Never mind that... just tell me."

"Okay... it’s going to be a bit steamy."



"That's fine... lay it on thick with the spice."

"It’s going to be just like a porn movie."

"That’s exactly what I want, Bava... tell me."

Mahesh began the story:

"I don't think Priyanka or my father—who was staying with us—knew that I had returned from the office three days ago. My father had come over, planning to stay with us for a couple of days. As I was heading into the hall wearing a lungi, I peeked into my father's room... and was surprised. Priyanka was getting ready after taking a shower in the bathroom attached to my father's room. Why was she using my father's room instead of ours?" Priyanka was standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting her saree. She was wearing a white saree with a red border and a matching white blouse. 



She wasn't wearing a bra underneath the blouse. She had applied some makeup—red lipstick—and adorned her hair with jasmine flowers; she looked exactly like a bride ready for her wedding night. Since her *pallu* (saree dbang) wasn't covering her chest, her coconut-like breasts were prominently visible through the white blouse. Her dark nipples were clearly discernible through the fabric. There was something special about Priyanka's breasts; even without a bra, they stood firm, full, and perky. The *Mangalsutra* around her neck danced back and forth across her bosom. It was hard to gauge her exact bust size, but the sight of them was enough to make my father lose his mind—which is exactly when he walked in.



She stood five feet four inches tall, with thick hair, an oval face, beautiful eyes, a slender nose, and magnificent breasts. She had a 32-inch waist, a deep navel, a slightly raised lower belly, and a voluptuous, prominent posterior measuring nearly 40 inches. No matter the angle, the sight of Priyanka was enough to make any man's cock rise and throb. That day, she had dbangd her white saree low, resting a hand-span below her navel; the moment he saw her like that, the cock inside my father's *dhoti*... 

It had become rock-hard... I felt a sudden rush of blood surging into my cock... a wave of heat washed over my body... Upon seeing Dad, Priyanka shyly adjusted the pallu of her saree... That was when I realized Dad harbored sexual feelings for my wife.

I was peeking at them without being seen.

As soon as Dad looked at her, he first took off his T-shirt... This revealed his broad chest, thick chest hair, slender waist, and strong shoulders and arms to Priyanka... Right before her eyes, Dad removed his dhoti as well... Now, his strong thighs and calves, along with his chest, stomach, lower abdomen, and the thick hair on his thighs, were all on display... Her heart began to race... Her body heated up intensely... Her breasts hardened like stones beneath her blouse... Fluids gushed from her pussy, wetting her thighs... Her breath grew hot and heavy... She could see a massive, throbbing bulge straining against Dad's underwear...

At the sight of it, Priyanka’s throat went dry... her lips trembled... As she watched, Dad removed his underwear too... And then... that long, strong, thick, dark cock—which had been restrained until then—suddenly sprang out... Priyanka’s heart pounded... her breasts swelled, straining against the deep V-neck of her blouse... The hook snapped open with a sharp 'pop'... Dad walked towards her, his eyes fixed on her pipe, while adjusting his cock with his right hand... As he adjusted it, the head of his cock peeked out... Priyanka’s mouth watered the moment she saw the pale pink head of his cock... She swallowed hard...



Dad approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder; the warmth of his touch sent a shiver racing through her body, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably. Her gaze was fixed on her father-in-law's massive, thick, and long cock, which stood erect, pointing skyward. Dad pulled the *pallu* of her saree off her shoulder, revealing her full, heavy breasts—reminiscent of large, tender coconuts—to his view. Seeing her dark nipples straining against the white blouse ignited a surge of lust throughout his body; his cock hardened like a steel rod, with veins bulging prominently along its length. Dad placed his right hand on her left breast, caressing it gently before grasping the nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezing firmly. 

The sensation made Priyanka’s entire body shudder as if she had received an electric shock; fluids began to flow like a flood between her thighs, and her breasts swelled and hardened further. Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed Dad's cock with her right hand, feeling a searing heat radiating from it. Dad’s warm breath washed over her face as he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her. His face was now level with her navel, and his warm breath played against her midriff. Reaching behind her, he placed both hands on her shapely, prominent buttocks and began to knead them firmly through the fabric of her saree... Priyanka was completely overcome... She was getting heated up by the touch of her father's hand...


Her father gently planted a kiss on her navel with his lips... and that was all it took; Priyanka placed both hands on his head and pressed his face firmly against her midriff. Her father passionately rubbed his face against her belly while his hands began to knead her breasts vigorously. Both of them were overcome with intense desire; he showered her stomach with kisses and licked it with his tongue. Priyanka closed her eyes, biting her lip as she writhed in ecstasy. 

Her father gripped the pleats of her saree with his teeth and pulled hard; the saree slipped off her body and fell to the floor. He then lifted her petticoat, slid his hands underneath to grasp her buttocks, and kneaded them fiercely with his fingers. The sensation of his warm, strong hands made her go weak with arousal. He caressed her buttocks and thighs; his touch left her unable to stand. Just then, his hand found the drawstring of her petticoat; he pulled it loose and removed the garment from her body.

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Dad's face was positioned right in front of Priyanka's lower belly... He kissed her lower belly with his lips... Priyanka was losing her mind; no one had ever done that to her before... Dad gently lifted her left leg onto his right shoulder and buried his face between her thighs... Now, Dad's lips found her labia... Kissing them, he parted the folds with his tongue and licked her pussy from bottom to top... The moment Dad's lips touched her clitoris... that was it... Priyanka climaxed for the first time... The juices flowing from her pussy touched Dad's lips... He slurped them up, then clamped his lips onto her labia and sucked... She writhed in pleasure... She placed her hands on his head and pressed it firmly against her crotch... Dad realized she was incredibly aroused...

Licking and sucking her pussy with his lips... he transported her to another world... Her buttocks were being kneaded in Dad's hands... She could barely handle the intensity of his touch... Meanwhile, as I peeked from outside the bedroom, I was consumed by an intense desire to know exactly what was happening inside... I love watching people having sex... I moved closer to the door, straining to hear any sounds or moans coming from within... There was no sign of any commotion... I slowly pushed the bedroom door; it was closed but not latched from the inside... I peeked in... and saw...

Dad had his daughter-in-law pressed against the wall; he was sitting in front of her, resting Priyanka's left leg on his shoulder, and was licking her pussy. Priyanka lay with her eyes closed, writhing in pleasure as Dad licked her pussy... Dad was kneading her body... Seeing them like that made my cock go rock-hard and swell up, making my underwear feel incredibly tight... An itch started between my thighs... Holding the bedroom door with one hand and fondling my cock inside my lungi with the other, I watched my wife's illicit affair unfold... Inside the room, after licking Priyanka's pussy non-stop for about fifteen minutes, Dad stood up, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her tight against him, and locked lips with her...

Priyanka, still tasting her own juices that had transferred to her uncle's lips, thrust her tongue into his mouth... Dad hugged her so tightly it felt like he might crush her bones, kneading her body as he kissed her... Priyanka placed her hands on Dad's shoulders and rubbed her coconut-sized breasts against his chest... Suddenly, Dad lifted her up, tossed her onto the bed, and fell on top of her...

Dad gripped her shoulders firmly, climbed over her, and took possession of her... Priyanka spread her thighs... Dad positioned himself between them... Just as Dad lifted Priyanka and laid her on the bed... [revealing it to be] thick, heavy, dark, and long... It was hard... I caught sight of Dad's cock as he looked up at the sky... and my heart skipped a beat... I thought to myself, "Oh my... what a huge cock... it would be pure bliss if that went inside a pussy... He looks like a very strong man, too... he effortlessly lifted 65-kilogram Priyanka and tossed her onto the bed... I wonder what his fucking is like..."



Lying over Priyanka, Dad passionately squeezed her breasts and began kissing her all over her face... Priyanka's breasts were a handful—they wouldn't stay contained in his grip... no matter how much he squeezed, his lust wasn't satisfied... He took her nipples into his mouth, sucking and gently biting them... Priyanka writhed in a mix of sweet pain and pleasure...



"Damn... I've never seen breasts like these... yours are huge... so firm... they don't yield to my hands."



"Yes... the women in my family have huge breasts... everyone on my mother's side has them... no matter how much you squeeze, they don't lose their shape... my grandmother is over 70... yet her breasts remain firm... without losing any of their tautness..."


"It's true... your mother's are huge too..."


"Yes... it doesn't matter if we don't wear a bra... our breasts don't sag... they stay firm... plus, if we get pregnant, we produce plenty of milk."



"Are there any illicit affairs in your family?"



"That's quite common these days, isn't it? My mother-in-law has an affair... I know about it..."



"How many men have fucked you so far?"



"Two... my husband... and now, you..."



Hearing all this, Dad got incredibly aroused... He placed his hand between Priyanka's thighs, parted her labia, and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy... Her pussy was soaking wet... Dad slowly leaned over Priyanka and, using all his strength, thrust his shaft into her love canal... Caught off guard, Priyanka let out a loud, sharp cry—"Hmm... Uumm... Huhuhu... Oh my God!"... Dad's cock sank more than halfway into her pussy... Watching stealthily from the doorway, I involuntarily whispered, "Wow... what a thrust!" Even though I spoke loudly... hearing my voice, both Dad and Priyanka—who were on the bed—startled and looked toward the bedroom door... and there I was, caught red-handed while secretly watching them fuck.

 


Realizing I’d been spotted, I bit my tongue in embarrassment, closed the bedroom door, came out to the living room, sat down, and started watching cricket on TV... Inside the bedroom, Dad noticed this and chuckled, asking Priyanka, "Does your husband enjoy watching other people fuck?" He asked... to which Priyanka replied slyly, "Who knows... I'll call your son... you ask him yourself."



Dad slowly pulled his cock out of her pussy and then thrust it back in hard and deep all at once... Priyanka felt dizzy... Moaning sensually, she said, "Father-in-law... fuck me gently... your cock is so thick and hard... it fits so tightly..." As she spoke, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against him passionately... Dad sucked on her lips, nibbling them gently, while moving his hips and delivering short, sharp thrusts to really arouse her... He started off slowly but gradually increased the pace... Priyanka moaned in rhythm with his thrusting... Sounds escaped her lips in sync with his movements—soft moans at first, which grew louder as he picked up speed... Eventually, those moans turned into little cries... Sitting in the hall, I couldn't hold back... I was burning with curiosity to know what was happening in the bedroom... Unable to wait any longer, I went and quietly opened the bedroom door halfway...




Seeing the scene inside sent a shiver through my entire body... A fierce 'battle' was taking place on the bed... Dad was kneading Priyanka's breasts with intense passion... They looked red and flushed from the way he was squeezing them... Priyanka’s lips and cheeks were bearing the brunt of Dad’s biting... My gaze drifted to the space between Priyanka’s thighs... Dad’s thick cock was pounding away at her pussy... With every thrust, Priyanka moaned loudly and writhed in ecstasy... Just then, she reached a massive climax; moaning blissfully, she clung tightly to Dad, showering his face with kisses and biting his cheeks with intense passion... Dad, however, paid no heed to that and continued to fuck her tight pussy with great force... He was surprised—after all, Priyanka had been married four years ago... Yet, her pussy was incredibly tight—like a virgin's... Dad's cock was moving very snugly inside her... her pussy lips were massaging his cock intensely... fluids were gushing profusely from Priyanka's pussy, soaking the bedsheet...



I was losing my mind... Dad was fucking her so fast... so hard... so savagely... Unable to withstand the force of his thrusts, Priyanka writhed beneath him, crushed by his weight... Dad pinned her against the bed as he fucked her... Neither Dad nor Priyanka paid any attention to me standing by the bedroom door, watching them fuck... Priyanka began running her hands all over Dad's back... she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against him... their lovemaking looked just like a live blue film... Suddenly, Dad drastically increased his thrusting speed... the intensity made Priyanka's body shudder... she felt dizzy, seeing stars...

Realizing Dad was about to climax, she stared unblinkingly at his cock moving inside her... Then, groaning loudly, Dad thrust his cock deep into her pussy and held it there... he released his seed inside her... and collapsed onto her, still groaning... Priyanka moaned in satisfaction, kissing him passionately... She started caressing my back... Once the battle on the bed was over, I slowly closed the bedroom door, went out to the hall, and sat down... I closed my eyes while stroking my cock.



In the bedroom, Dad and Priyanka were lying down, exhausted but deeply satisfied. Dad caressed Priyanka’s breasts and asked, "I’m amazed... you’ve been married for four years, yet your pussy is still as tight as a virgin's. What’s the secret?" Priyanka laughed and replied, "My husband doesn't bang me daily; he only does it maybe two or three times a week. You’re the one who really fucked me hard." Dad kissed her passionately, said, "I’m going to get you pregnant," and got out of bed to head to the bathroom, asking, "Could you arrange something for us to eat and drink?"

Priyanka was still in a daze; she picked up her mobile phone and called me, asking, "Honey... did you bring anything for us to eat or drink?" She asked... I immediately went into the kitchen, arranged Mysore Pak on one plate, Palkova on another, Gulab Jamun in small cups, and filled large glasses with Coca-Cola; I placed everything on a tray and carried it into the bedroom...

Priyanka was lying naked on the bed... A look of satisfaction and a strange glow of lust were visible in her eyes... Along with the fluids flowing from between her thighs, the semen Dad had ejaculated was also still trickling out, wetting the bedsheet... Seeing all this stirred up a strange feeling inside me... I placed the tray on the bedside table and turned to leave... Just then, Dad walked into the bedroom from the bathroom... He was completely naked... His cock was already hardening again...

It bobbed heavily up and down... The foreskin had retracted, revealing the glistening head of his cock... A powerful physique... his chest, belly, and lower abdomen were covered in thick hair... Dense pubic hair surrounded his cock... and amidst that hair lay his long, thick, and powerful cock—veins bulging, throbbing with lust... strong thighs and calves... I felt as though my breath had suddenly stopped... As I watched, Dad's cock grew rock-hard and pointed upwards... At that very moment, Priyanka... She got out of bed and went to the bathroom...



Dad sat on the bed and said to me,


"Hey Mahesh... you secretly watched while I was fucking Priyanka... do you like watching that?" Dad asked... I lowered my head in shyness and nodded silently...



Just then, Priyanka came out of the bathroom, smiling at me; she took a *Gulab Jamun*, soaked it thoroughly in the syrup, placed it on the head of Dad's cock, and pressed down gently... The syrup from the *Gulab Jamun* trickled down onto Dad's cock... Noticing this, Dad sat on the bed... Priyanka knelt before him... she placed her hands on his thighs, caressing them, while using her lips to slurp up the syrup from the *Gulab Jamun* on his cock... she began to arouse him by stroking his member with her tongue... Dad felt like he was in heaven... Priyanka's lips were dancing over his cock... Dad placed his hands on Priyanka's head and guided his cock into her mouth...

Priyanka opened her mouth wide, took as much of Dad's cock as she could fit inside, and began to suck... Watching this, I brought the bowl of *Gulab Jamun* and poured the syrup over Priyanka's lips; she happily licked up the syrup dripping onto Dad's cock while continuing to suck it... Dad's cock grew intensely hot inside Priyanka's mouth... it became rock-hard, as if the veins were about to burst at any moment... Sensing this, Priyanka stopped sucking... she laid Dad flat on his back on the bed and climbed on top of him...




Dad... Priyanka, who had climbed onto him... He held her tightly, caressing her body and kneading her breasts... Priyanka felt like she was in heaven... She slowly guided his cock between her breasts and leaned over him, pressing her ample bosom against his mouth... He sucked on them hungrily, occasionally nipping at them with his teeth... Aroused to a fever pitch, Priyanka began moving her hips, grinding against him... His cock was hot and hard, thrusting vigorously inside her... Her juices were flowing profusely, wetting his waist... As she rode him hard, the wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air... Both were intensely aroused; Priyanka couldn't get enough of the fucking...

 

He gripped her large buttocks firmly and thrust his cock into her while she moved her hips against him... His actions made her head spin with pleasure, and moans escaped her lips... He held her tight and thrust with tremendous force... Priyanka could barely handle the intensity... She climaxed from the speed of his thrusting... Even noticing this, he didn't stop; instead, he increased the pace... Priyanka writhed in ecstasy... Suddenly, his thrusting... Stopping, he lifted Priyanka off himself, positioned her on the bed on her hands and knees, and moved behind her; then, he forcefully thrust his dark cock—already glistening and slick with her juices—deep into her pussy from behind.

Priyanka was losing her mind... even though he was fucking her hard, Dad hadn't ejaculated yet... his lust was mounting by the second... He gripped Priyanka’s waist tightly and began fucking her roughly in doggy style... Priyanka moaned and occasionally cried out with every thrust that pounded into her ass... Dad kept fucking her without pause, occasionally slapping her buttocks hard with his hand... Her fair, round buttocks turned bright red from the force of his slaps... Standing in the same room and watching this act up close, I pulled out my cock and slapped it against Priyanka’s face... Just then, Priyanka climaxed again... Noticing this, Dad immediately pulled his cock out of her pussy... and ejaculated right onto her face... I, too, ejaculated at that very moment—right onto my wife's face.

Mahesh stopped speaking.

Kavya couldn't believe it. Was her sister really this depraved? And her husband—finding pleasure in watching another man, let alone his own father, fuck his wife right in front of him? She couldn't fathom it.

Holding the hand of the silent Kavya, he asked, "So, Kavya, what do you think of this illicit saga involving your sister, your husband, and your father-in-law?" Kavya remained completely silent, stunned.

"Tell me the truth, Bava... none of this is real, is it?" "I wish it were a lie."

"What do you mean? You don't know for sure either?"

"Kavya... I once saw your sister's photo on Dad's phone... I was stunned when I saw it."

"What kind of photo was it?"



"Kavya... He had used AI to edit Priyanka's photo, making it look like her breasts were exposed."

"So, what did you do?"

"Dad, do you like my wife?"

"Hey Mahesh... there isn't a father-in-law who doesn't like his daughter-in-law."

"Not *that* kind of liking... do you want to fuck her?"

Dad hadn't expected me to ask so boldly and directly.

"Yes, Mahesh. But I'll handle that matter myself."

"Alright, Dad," I said.

Mahesh stopped speaking and looked at Kavya.

"Bava, in the story you told earlier, you mentioned my aunt was having an affair... but the truth is, I don't even have an aunt. That’s when I realized the whole thing was made up."

"Kavya... I knew it was made up. But even if it were true, there’d be no need to be surprised."

"Why?"

"Because there’s a semi-nude photo of my wife on my dad's phone... and a nude photo of my dad on my wife's phone... isn't that enough to show the kind of 'love' they have for each other?" Despite his efforts to hide it, there was a hint of moisture in *Bava's* eyes.

Leaning her head on *Bava's* shoulder, Kavya said, "Bava... Akka is a good person. I know for a fact she wouldn't cheat on you."

Mahesh looked into Kavya's eyes and said,

"Kavya... what is visible on the outside is different from what happens on the inside."

"What do you mean?"

"Even if I told my wife that I stayed up all night gazing at your naked beauty, she wouldn't believe me."

"She wouldn't... because that would be a blatant lie, wouldn't it, Bava?"

"How could it be a lie? I *am* telling you I saw your tattoo, after all."

"Bava, there's a big difference between seeing the tattoo and seeing what you actually wanted to see."



"Kavya... what if I told you that after seeing your tattoo, I got tempted—not just to look at your 'flower,' but to kiss it too?"

"Shut up, Bava... there should be limits to teasing."

"I'm telling you the truth; won't you believe me?"

"Okay... so you really kissed it... so what?"

"So what?"

"Yeah... so what?"

"Bava... you went out in the rain for me and got hurt falling down. You missed the chance to ruthlessly fuck Akka on the balcony while it was raining all night... so what's wrong with licking my 'flower' now, Bava?"

"I didn't lick it... I just kissed it, that's all."

"Alright, will you lick it now, Bava?" "Kavya... if you had asked me this a month ago, I would have said no... but now, I can't say no, Kavya."

Kavya was stunned. She had said it casually, just for the sake of talking, but *Bava* was actually saying he would lick her pussy. She could hardly believe he had even kissed it before; now, he was talking about going all the way and licking it.

Kavya was confused.



Does *Bava* really have that kind of desire for me?