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Please update more. Want to see Kavya offering her body to her brother in law . She should take vow never to marry or have sex with anyone else

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"Bava, if you hadn't come, I would have been so bored. Besides, my fever wouldn't have gone down this quickly," Kavya said affectionately, resting her head on Mahesh's shoulder. Hugging Kavya—his wife's younger sister—Mahesh said, "Kavya, to me, my wife's sister is just like my wife." Pouting slightly and playfully hitting his chest, she said, "Bava, it would be better if you stopped saying things like that."

"Kavya, I'm just talking about how things are these days," Mahesh said, pulling her even closer.

"What kind of things?" she asked coyly.

"In the past, if a man slept with his wife's sister, it was called an illicit affair... but now, there are men who treat their wife's sister just like their wife and sleep with them with a sense of entitlement." Mahesh enjoyed flirting with his wife's sister like this.

"Bava, maybe just one or two people are like that..."

"It's not just one or two... a husband sleeping with his wife's sister, or a wife sucking her husband's younger brother's cock... none of these are considered illicit affairs anymore; they've just become normal."

"So, what are you saying now, Bava? Are you going to fuck me too? You mentioned earlier that you kissed my pussy. Do you really desire me?" "Kavya, I told you... I felt that way at the very beginning, when I first saw you. But after the wedding, that feeling wasn't there. However, for the past two months... I've had this desire to fuck you."

"What are you doing, Bava? Take your hand off first."

As he chatted, he placed his hand on Kavya's panties and caressed them affectionately.

"Hey, how do you think I feel when you sit there with your legs spread like that? You know, just as husbands sometimes want to fuck their wife's sister, I hear many girls want to sleep with their sister's husband, too."



"Bava, it feels strange when you do that... take your hand off first, Bava." (She was afraid that if she waited any longer, she would end up surrendering to him.)

"How about I move my hand from the outside to the inside?"

"Oh, go ahead... I'll take a photo and send it to Akka... she'll send you divorce papers."

"Nothing like that. If I were fucking you, your sister would be the first one to be happy about it."

"I don't believe it."

"Look at this photo... look at this message... your sister sent it this morning... a nude photo of you."

Kavya was stunned... Why would her sister do this?

Mahesh called Priyanka... Priyanka was in the office canteen, having tea.

"What is it? Tell me quickly."

"Priya... that photo you sent this morning?" Kavya turns on the speakerphone held by her brother-in-law.

"Hold on, Mahesh... I'm just stepping outside."

A moment later...

"Yeah, tell me now, Mahesh."

"Kavya, you sent a nude photo... that's wrong, isn't it?"



"Mahesh... these days, it's not wrong to fuck your wife's sister."

Kavya is stunned.

"It's not even an illicit affair, really... besides, you like it too, don't you, Mahesh?"

"Priya... that was all in the past... I've changed now."

"Alright, don't you like it? If so, I won't send any more starting tomorrow."

"No, no... whatever you like, I like too, Priya."

"Mahesh... she's a bit naive... she hasn't had a boyfriend all these years. She needs to get married. That's why, without waiting any longer, just fuck her once. If she likes it, you two can continue for a while. After all, it would be risky to fuck her once she's married—who knows if her husband would agree to it."

Kavya breaks into a sweat. Are my sister's thoughts really this wild?

"Who knows... poor thing, she's so innocent. She has a fever, you know? When I offer to give her a body wash, she gets shy and says, 'No, *Bava*.' Maybe you should tell her... I'll put the call on speaker; she's right here."

"Hey Kavya... *Bava* is a really good guy. Don't hesitate; just let him do whatever he suggests."

"Hey... hang up the phone. You go get your back scrubbed by your darling *Bava*."

Kavya cuts the call and speaks angrily to Mahesh: "*Bava*... I really like and respect you. But thinking like this... it's wrong. You two are teaming up to influence me. *Bava*, I'm a young woman. If even a small mistake happens, all three of our lives could be turned upside down. You came here to take care of me while I have a fever. I'm deeply grateful for the care you're showing... but thinking this way... it's wrong, *Bava*. Even though you're speaking so frankly, your line of thinking is off... Sorry, *Bava*." She gets up, goes to another room, and lies down.

Mahesh falls silent... feeling like he might have gone a bit too far.

Lying in the next room, Kavya is lost in thought. *Bava* is a genuinely good person by nature. He hasn't taken advantage of the situation at all until now, but for the past two months, he's been making suggestive moves. I notice a change in my sister's behavior, too. What has happened to the two of them? Why are you playing games with me like this?

Two years ago, I came to Hyderabad for a job and stayed at my sister and brother-in-law's flat for over a month. One day, I was in my room getting dressed to go out, but I couldn't manage to fasten the hooks of my bra. When I called out for my sister, my brother-in-law answered instead; apparently, she had gone downstairs to buy vegetables.

After thinking for a moment, I called out to him, "Bava, could you please come here for a second?" Asking "What is it?", he walked into my room.

Looking at me like that and turning away, he said, "Hey, what is this display? If Akka sees this, she’ll talk about divorce," and started to walk out; I stopped him and said,

"Oh, come on... nothing will happen. If Akka leaves you, I’m here, right, Bava? You can marry me. Anyway, put it on first."

"Put it on!?"



"Where?" "I'll tell you where to put it later; for now, just fasten my bra hooks, Bava—I need to go out."

Bava hesitated but stepped behind me; as he tried to fasten the hooks, he placed his hands under my armpits and pressed firmly from both sides to secure them.

"You usually stay home without a bra, though. Why do you bind yourself up like this when going out, Kavya?"

As I put on my top, I said, "The Bava who stays at home is a very good guy. But guys outside are terrible; their eyes are always fixed right there."

"What makes you so sure that *this* Bava won't turn into a 'bad guy' like those others in the future?"

"Bava, if you wanted to do something to me, you would have done it by now. You’ve had plenty of chances. I even deliberately teased and provoked you a few times... but it’s precisely because you’re a good man that I’ve been so safe staying in your house."

"If you keep talking about safety while wearing clothes that provoke me like this, one of these days, even I might turn into a 'bad guy'."

I was getting ready to leave... and I was stunned by what Bava had said.

"Kavya... that red bra really suits you. Don't ever wear a black bra. Last week, when you wore a black one, I felt really uncomfortable."

That was the first time Bava had ever spoken to me so openly.

"What do you mean, Bava? About me wearing a black bra..." "How do you know? And why did it bother you?"

"Kavya, you're wearing a black bra under a thin white top. Please don't wear it in a way that makes the bra visible."



"Bava, is it a problem if the bra shows? Or is the problem the black bra itself?"

"It's the black bra."

"What's the problem with it, Bava?" "I can't say; let's drop the subject."

"If you were just going to drop it, why did you mention that a black bra bothers you?"

Bava thought for a moment and then spoke:

"Kavya, before the wedding... at your house... your sister was getting ready and put on a black bra. For some reason, seeing Priya in that black bra made me feel aroused. That black bra looked stunning against her fair skin... We were already in love and intimate by then. So, thinking no one was around, I hugged her from behind and started squeezing her breasts passionately. As she tried to break free, she said, 'Mahesh, let go, the bra will tear; besides, it’s not even mine—it’s my younger sister’s.' Kavya, I’m telling you the truth—at that moment, I felt an intense urge to bite into my wife's breasts. Since your breasts are large, your bra fit your sister perfectly; squeezing it felt just like squeezing yours. I groped and kneaded them roughly for a couple of minutes before letting go. I’m sorry for saying this, but I lost control of myself then. Ever since, whenever I see my wife in a black bra, I get worked up just like that again."

Silence fell between us. I realized that *Bava* had feelings for me. As I was about to walk away silently, he held my hand to stop me and said, "Sorry... that incident changed me completely. Since then, I resolved never to look at you in that way again. I even told your sister never to buy a black bra again." I replied, "It's okay, *Bava*... every man and woman has moments of weakness; it's only natural. But you’ve changed since then, and I’m really happy about that. Anyway, let's talk later; I'm running late." As I was about to leave, he stepped closer; noticing my bra strap had slipped slightly off my shoulder and was visible through my top, he adjusted it and said, "You won't find good guys like me out there; most of them are bad boys." I felt absolutely delighted when he said that.




That night, as I kept thinking about his words, I felt a strange, tingling sensation spreading through me—a heaviness in my breasts and a stirring in my nipples. My nipples began to harden and stand erect like needle-points all on their own. I knew that if I so much as touched them, my *pooku* would gush with wetness like the overflowing Godavari river. Yet, I didn't do it; I knew that if I let that release happen, these intoxicating thoughts would vanish. Just dwelling on those thoughts—feeling that tingling sensation spread all over my body—the pleasure is on a whole different level, isn't it?

Recalling that incident and thinking about Mahesh makes me wet even now; when I slip my hand under my nightgown, it feels sticky, and my panties are already soaked.




I step into the bathroom for a hot shower—after all, the fever has subsided.

Until a couple of months ago, *Bava* used to be such a gentleman. But he has changed a lot since then. Why? If I were to ask...

If I play hard to get and wait in my room, only to go out and sit next to him, I’ll lose the upper hand. Let's see if he comes to me on his own.

An hour passes, then two... yet there’s no sign of *Bava* coming.

It’s 6 PM now... and the rain outside hasn't let up.

(.) (.)

Kavya goes to Mahesh, who is in his room.

He looks up from his phone. She looks lovely—fresh from her shower. It’s a welcome change, considering her face had looked drawn and haggard from the fever over the past two days. Kavya, who was previously in a soiled nightdress, now stood there looking fresh and neat in a floral nightgown, holding two cups of coffee.

"Bava... here's your coffee... I love chatting with you while having coffee in the rain."

Taking the cup, he said, "In the rain... on the balcony... with the girl I love sitting on my lap..."

"Bava, if you talk like that, I'm leaving."

"Sorry... sorry."

"Why 'sorry' twice?" she asks, sitting on the bed next to Mahesh, adjusting her nightgown, and sipping her coffee.

"The first 'sorry' is for speaking a bit vulgarly earlier... the second is for speaking like that just now. I won't talk like that anymore," he says. Kavya takes the half-finished cup from him, takes a sip, hands it back, and says, "Bava... let's keep flirting... but don't talk vulgarly—like saying 'I'll fuck you' or 'I'll lick your pussy.' No woman—especially a married sister-in-law—would want to hear such vulgar words from her brother-in-law... okay?"

Mahesh takes the coffee cup from her hand, drinks a little, hands it back, and says, "Alright... whatever you say, darling. Besides, instead of sharing coffee like this... we could share kisses, couldn't we, Kavya?"

"Bava, there's still time for that," she replies. Mahesh kisses her forehead and says, "Alright, darling. You girls are funny—one moment you're sulking, and the next, you're back to normal."

"Bava... that's our weakness. No matter how vulgarly you spoke, I still snuggled up to you without any shame... what can we do? It's inevitable."

"You're wearing a bra without any shame."

"The black bra you like."

"But you don't usually wear a bra at home... they say keeping them confined like that causes health issues."

"Bava, it's cold, you know. That's why I wore it." "So, why black?"

"Because my brother-in-law likes it."

"Your brother-in-law can't resist a black bra, right? He just wants to squeeze and fondle it... Did you wear it hoping to get fondled?"

"But you stopped fondling it, didn't you?"

"Who told you that?"

"Akka."

"What exactly did Akka say?"

"When Kavya asked, 'Bava isn't paying attention to me lately; what should I do?', I told her to wear a black bra. So, she wore one to tempt you. But apparently, you didn't touch it."

"Darling, I fondled it for four years... but now, I just don't get in the mood when I see it..."

"So, do you get in the mood when you look at *me*, Bava?"

"Hey... you tempt me like this, but if I say something out of turn, you'll get offended."

"Bava... I have an offer for you."



"What is it?" "If it gets you in the mood for me—just like you used to be with Akka—then I’m okay with whatever you do to me."

"Hey... don't ruin your life for Akka's sake."

"Not for Akka... you could think of it as doing it for *Bava*."

"Bava is a man... he doesn't just have a wife, you know. He has his wife's sister for flirting, an office colleague for 'doing it'—there are so many others."

"Bava... if you promise to give all that up and 'do it' only with Akka, then I'm ready to 'do it' with you."

"Kavya, I can't promise anything for a year."

Mahesh remembered the reality show he was doing with his wife. There was a chance to screw around with anyone for a whole year. It would be hard to pass up such a golden opportunity just for this one thing. He thought to himself, "I know exactly how to handle this."

"What do you mean, a year, Bava? Is it some kind of plant?"

"Think of it something like that."

"Bava... you're missing out on a great offer."



"Kavya... if I ever 'do it' with you, it will be without any conditions... and with your consent... born out of the love you have for me. I’ll be the one to break your seal... whenever that happens... okay?"

"Let's wish each other good luck... Alright, Bava... what about dinner?"

"Egg biryani—your favorite."

"Thanks, Bava."

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Kavya should next give Mahesh a better offer that if he doesn't go to any other girl she will give full consent to him to have sex with her anytime without any condom.

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Kavya served egg biryani to her brother-in-law (Bava) while she ate a bread omelet herself.

After dinner...

As Kavya was looking at her phone, her brother-in-law remarked, "How were you born so incredibly beautiful? Your beauty is enough to make one’s head spin!"



Setting her phone aside, Kavya looked at him and said, "Bava, I want to ask you something—tell me the truth." She took Mahesh’s hand and placed it on her own head, asking, "Did you really see my tattoo? The one... *there*?"

Mahesh showed her a message on his phone sent by her sister and said, "Kavya, I would never do anything so cheap or indecent. If I had truly wanted to see you naked, I could have done so back when I was a tenant at your house—before we were married. There were plenty of opportunities, but I’m just not that kind of man. As for this tattoo... I’m telling you the truth, I never saw it. Your sister sent this photo—a picture of the tattoo you have 'down there.' Why would she do that? Lately, she’s been egging me on, trying to get me to 'bother' you. But if I were to 'bother' you, it wouldn't exactly satisfy *her* itch, would it? So, why is she doing this? I happen to know the reason."

Surprised, Kavya asked, "Yes, Bava—my sister’s behavior has been a bit strange lately. So, what is the reason?"

Mahesh brushed it off, saying, "Kavya, that’s a secret between a husband and wife—I can’t tell you."

Angrily, Kavya retorted, "The two of you, talking about me in such a vulgar way..." "Should I just stay quiet while you two keep exchanging photos?" she asks.

"Sorry... this has to remain a secret for a year."

"A whole year?"

"It’s a secret agreement, Kavya."

"An agreement?"

"Please, I can't say anything more than that."

(.) (.)

The next day, the rain subsided, and the sun came out.

Having been stuck indoors for three days, both Kavya and Mahesh were feeling quite bored.



"Kavya, my sister is arriving tomorrow, right? I’m thinking of surprising her with a saree. I’m not very good at picking things out—could you help me, please?" he asked. She jumped with excitement. "Of course, *Bava*! I absolutely love shopping!" she exclaimed, getting ready and stepping out in no time.

Mahesh took Kavya to where his bike was parked. As he started the engine, Kavya sat behind him, feeling a bit hesitant. In a car, no one would see them, but on a bike, there was a chance the residents of the apartment complex might spot them—though, at this point, Kavya didn't really care about any of that.

As the bike picked up speed, she held onto his waist to steady herself. Mahesh chuckled softly. After a while, they arrived at a large, five-story mall. The ground floor featured a collection of fancy sarees. As Kavya started to head in that direction, Mahesh said, "Uh-uh... not a saree. Let’s pick something modern." Kavya looked at him, puzzled. "A saree is just the usual, isn't it? If you want it to be a surprise, a dress would be the best choice," he added. Agreeing, Kavya moved forward. Together, they went up to the third floor, where an array of dresses caught the eye. As they walked along, a deep pink frock caught her attention. "Look at that one, *bhava* (cousin/brother-in-law)," she said.

Mahesh looked at it and remarked, "It’s hard to tell just by looking. Why don't you try it on? Then we can decide." Kavya started to walk away, saying, "Oh, no way! I can't wear a dress like that." But Mahesh urged, "Kavya, please... just once—just so we can see how it looks." As she hesitated, he added, "Please," his hand brushing lightly against hers. "No, Mahesh—how could I possibly wear a dress like that?" she protested. "Alright, here’s what we’ll do: let’s have it packed. You can try it on at home. If it doesn't fit or isn't quite right, we can always exchange it," he suggested. "Fine, get it packed," she replied. Every woman has a 'melting point'—a threshold where her resistance gives way—and Kavya did not realize that she was rapidly approaching hers. He enthusiastically got the clothes packed. Together, they reached Kavya’s house.

After unlocking the door and stepping inside, she locked the main door, asked him to sit in the hall, and went into the bedroom to get a dress. Mahesh waited, feeling tense. Half an hour later, Kavya slowly opened the bedroom door and stepped out. The sight of her made Mahesh’s nerves tingle; he stared, unblinking, completely transfixed. She waited to hear what he would say. He walked slowly toward her, and just as she was about to speak, he said, "Okay, Kavya—go and change your dress."

She was taken aback. "What!? You’re not even going to tell me if it looks good or not?" she asked, sounding disappointed.

"What is there to say? This dress hides the very beauty that a saree would have kept concealed. No, go change it," he said, glancing toward her waist.

"Oh, for heaven's sake—does it look good or not, *bava*!?" she asked, feeling annoyed.

The dress ended just above her knees. "Well, it certainly reveals the beauty that a saree would have hidden..." he remarked, looking at the area below her knees.

She quickly glanced down at her legs and said, "Hmm... alright, I’ll take it off, then."



He moved very close to her.

She took a step back and said, "Hey—didn't you promise you wouldn't bother me?" “I actually thought about not coming. But if I didn’t, it would be an insult to your beauty—and I wouldn’t want to insult that,” he said, placing his hand on her waist.

“That… that’s exactly what I said not to do…” she began, but he gave her waist a firm squeeze and added, “Alright, go change your dress. Otherwise, my hands won’t be able to stay still.”

She looked at him—her *bava* (cousin/partner)—in a state of confusion.

“Please, don’t look at me like that,” he said.

“Why?” she asked.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her lips. Pulling away, he said, “See? When you look at me like that, this is what happens.”

She shot him a playful, sidelong glance and turned to head toward her room. “Wait, just a second,” he said, reaching out to caress her shapely hips. “Damn it—no matter how much I try to control myself, I just can’t. Go on, then.” She burst into laughter.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind, then let go, saying, “Sorry.”

She hurried into her room. Just as she was about to close the door, he placed his foot in the way and said, “A small request.”

She looked at him, wondering what it could be. He stepped closer and, with a hint of pleading in his voice, asked, “I promise I’ll never ask again—won’t you give me a kiss, from the bottom of your heart?” Caught off guard and unsure of how to respond, she simply stood there, frozen in place. Just then, he said, “It’s not my fault. If you don’t believe me, take a look at your own lips in the mirror. You’ll realize that what I’m asking for is perfectly reasonable.”

She glanced into the mirror in front of her.

Tracing the curve beneath her lips with his index finger, Mahesh remarked, “Do you see this curve? It’s what made me lose my senses. When something is this incredibly beautiful, it’s bound to be a challenge for anyone, isn’t it?”

Then, running that same finger along her lower lip, he added, “Good heavens—is there honey in here? My whole body feels sweet just from the touch.”

She found herself completely entranced by his words. Mahesh moved his index finger to her upper lip, while his thumb gently brushed against her lower lip.



He parted her lips with two of his fingers and asked, “I have a question—are these lips, or rose petals?” As he said this, Kavya’s lips began to tremble slightly.

“Oh! If they tremble just from the touch of my fingers, then they must be rose petals,” he remarked, gently pulling her lower lip with his fingers.

She let out a soft “Sss…” and closed her eyes.

Slowly, he slid his index finger between her slightly parted lips and brushed against her teeth.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth a little wider. He touched the tip of her tongue with his index finger. As she tightened her lips, his finger became trapped inside her mouth. He placed his hand on her waist and caressed it. She began to suck gently on his finger. Letting out a soft “Mmm…,” he moved his hand from her waist, undid his pants, and began to stir his finger playfully inside her mouth.

A wave of intoxicating sensation washed over her entire body. Meanwhile, he slid his pants down. Placing his hand on her waist again, he pulled her close; then, reaching around, he pressed firmly on her buttock and said, “Hmm… is this what inspired the company ‘U-Foam’ to make their pillows!?”

His words and actions set her whole body ablaze. “Mmm…” she moaned. He withdrew his finger from her mouth and placed his hand on her other buttock. Gently kneading both her buttocks, he pulled her closer and captured her lower lip. "Mmm..." Kavya sighed, clinging to him in a state of pure rapture.

As he kissed her lip with intense passion, he slid one hand up her back, unzipped her dress, reached inside, and undid her bra hook. He then began to caress her bare back.

Her breathing quickened, and her heart pounded rapidly against her chest. He paused the kiss for a brief moment, perhaps to catch his own breath.

Unable to bear even that short pause, she pulled him into an even tighter embrace. Still caressing her back, he led her toward the bed. With her eyes closed, she drifted away, lost in the intensity of the moment. He slowly began to lift her dress.

As the fabric moved past her thighs and buttocks, revealing her waist, she raised her arms to help. He tossed the dress aside and laid her down on the bed. She lay there, breathing heavily, consumed by desire. After taking in the sight of her—her bra unhooked and still wearing her panties—he stripped off his own clothes and joined her on the bed. He stroked her lower abdomen and began to probe her navel with his index finger.

“Sss… Bava…” she whispered.

He slid his hand further, reaching inside her panties. It was burning hot down there.

“Kavya, it’s really hot, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Mm…” she replied.

“Should I cool it down?” he asked.

“Mm…” she murmured.

“How?” he asked, pulling her panties down.

“Bava… please,” she pleaded softly.

Tossing her panties aside, he stroked her intimate flower and asked, “Shall I kiss it?”

“Mm…” she agreed.

“Where exactly?” he teased.



“Oh, God…” she sighed, as if unable to bear the intense longing.

He pressed his manhood against her thighs.

“Sss…” Kavya breathed.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

Moaning, she replied, “It feels warm.”

“So, how should I cool this down?” he asked.

Unable to hold back any longer, she pulled him over her and kissed his lips with fierce intensity.

He pushed her bra aside and began to caress her breasts.

Overcome with desire, she bit his lip. “Sss… wow! I had no idea—you’re like a little tigress in bed!” he exclaimed, as he began to rub his manhood against her flower.

“Sss… oh God… please.” Saying this, she took his rod in her hand and began to caress it.

“What’s this? Are you feeling quite ‘itchy’?” he asked.

“Hmm…” she replied, feeling shy.

“And what should be done to soothe that itch?” he asked.

“Do *that*,” she said.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding his hand between her thighs.

It was already wet down there. “Well, well—the field is perfectly primed for plowing,” he remarked, stroking the area.

Breathing heavily, she said, “Then why not plow it? Why the delay?”

“How can I plow when the plow is in your hands?” he countered.

She gave his rod a playful pinch before letting go.

Moving over her, he asked, “Shall I put it in?”

“Hmm…” she replied, sounding impatient.

He pressed the tip of his rod against her slit and took a deep breath. “Mmm…” she moaned, lifting her hips toward him.

He thrust it in, deep and firm.

“Ah!” she gasped.

Remaining positioned over her, he asked, “Should I keep it right here, or pull it out a bit?”

The heat building inside her had reached its peak. Unable to hold back, she blurted out, “Oh, for God’s sake—just fuck me!”



He pulled his rod out slightly, then pushed it back in slowly, asking, “Should I fuck you like this…?” Tensing her entire body, she said, “Uh-huh… keep it tight and thrust…”

He pulled his rod out and thrust it back in with great force.

“Ugh…” she gasped, digging her fingernails into his back.

“Should I keep doing it like this?” he asked.

“Mm… yes…” Kavya replied.

He pulled it out once more and thrust it in even harder.

“Ah… ha… just like that… just like that…” she panted.

Mahesh continued to thrust with intense strength.

Kavya tossed her hips upward with fierce, hungry energy; her intensity was enough to drive him out of his mind.

“Good lord, I had no idea you were this desperate for it,” he remarked.

“Mm… then satisfy it—you’re the one who has to satisfy this craving of mine… mm… thrust… hard…” she urged.



He began to thrust with even greater vigor.

With every one of his thrusts, her body shuddered. Both of them—he exerting himself, and she pushing him to his limits—were drenched in sweat as they brought each other to a state of pure pleasure.

The moisture flowing from her turned into a veritable waterfall.

His passion broke through all restraints. “Mm… *Bava*…” she moaned, pulling him tightly against her, her intimate folds gripping his rod with an iron-like intensity.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, he reached his climax, filling her completely.

As her body drank in the warm, drenching fluid, her intimate core finally found its relief.

Exhausted, he slumped over her and said, "Wow! Kavya, what immense pleasure you’ve given me," as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Hmm..." Kavya chirped, sounding delighted.



"When can we do this again?" he asked. Kissing his cheek, she replied, "I’m always ready, *bava*."

"Is that so?" he said. Even as he spoke, his manhood stirred and rose once more. Seeing this, Kavya laughed and said, "Oh... why the delay? Let’s go!"—but then she let out a sharp cry as he thrust into her with great force. Without even pausing for a lunch break, the two of them kept at it, intensely and relentlessly, until four o'clock in the evening.

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Mahesh left Kavya’s place and returned home, though he did so quite reluctantly. With the weekend following, he ended up spending a total of four days at Kavya’s house.

His wife, Priyanka, was still in Pune, though she was expected to return in a day or two.



Mahesh couldn’t stop thinking about Kavya. He managed to restrain himself for two days, but unable to hold back any longer, he skipped work and headed straight to Kavya’s home. To his shock, it was his wife, Priyanka, who opened the door. When Mahesh asked, "When did you arrive?" Priyanka didn't answer; instead, she countered, "What’s this, Mahesh? Didn't you go to the office today either?"

Flustered for a moment, Mahesh quickly composed himself and said, "Well, I just stopped by to check if Kavya’s fever had completely subsided," as he stepped inside. Seeing her brother-in-law, Kavya stood frozen, unsure of how to react. "Why are you just standing there? Won't you offer your brother-in-law some coffee?" Priyanka asked. "I'll get it right away," Kavya replied, hurrying off to the kitchen.

"You go ahead and have some coffee; I’m going to go take a bath." Saying this, Priya went into the bathroom. As soon as his wife left, Mahesh waited for about ten seconds and then darted into the kitchen like a flash of lightning.


Just as Kavya was placing a vessel of milk on the stove, he grabbed her from behind; she started, turned around, and found herself trapped in Mahesh’s embrace. Trying to break free, she said, "Go away! If I scream, my sister will kill you." Looking into her eyes for a moment, he asked, "Should I let go!? Are you going to scream!?" Saying this, he suddenly caught her lips and kissed her intensely.

“Mmh...” she murmured, attempting to push him away.

But he held her even more firmly, placing one hand on her buttocks and pressing down, while sliding his tongue into her mouth to entwine it with hers.

Kavya could do nothing but squirm and let out soft, muffled sounds. She broke into a cold sweat, terrified that her sister might walk in at any moment. Mahesh, however, was thoroughly enjoying himself; he moved one hand to caress her lower abdomen, tracing her navel with his finger. A tremor ran through her body.

He then slid his hand into the folds of her saree, reaching toward the thicket of hair between her thighs. Startled, Kavya gave a sharp jerk and pushed him away. Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening made Mahesh dart back into the hall in a flash. Kavya, remaining hidden in the kitchen, quickly adjusted her saree and busied herself with preparing coffee. Five minutes later, when Priya arrived, Kavya brought out the coffee for her brother-in-law. After finishing his drink, Mahesh stood up and said, “Come along, Priya; I’ll drop you off at your office.” (Priya had come straight to her sister’s house from the airport.)

A little while later, Mahesh stood up and remarked, “Kavya makes such superb coffee—it’s a reason in itself to keep coming back.” He said, looking toward Kavya. Kavya just stared, completely taken aback. Unaware of this, Priya remarked, "It’s just coffee, after all," and added, turning to Kavya, "Whenever Bua comes over, just serve her some coffee." Then, addressing her husband, she said, "And you—just ask for it whenever you want some." Mahesh cast a sidelong glance at Kavya. She looked at her sister in utter confusion, shook her head in frustration, and walked inside.

Mahesh dropped Priya off near her office. Once she had gone inside, he waited for about five minutes before heading toward Kavya’s house on his bike.

Upon reaching Kavya’s place, Mahesh rang the doorbell. A few moments later, Kavya opened the door; seeing him, she was shocked and stammered, "Why have you come here, Malli?" With a smile, he asked, "Shall we play that 'Mom and Dad' game again—the one we played the other day?" "No, I don't want to—please, just go, brother-in-law," she said, attempting to close the door. Mahesh blocked it with his hands and insisted, "Couldn't you at least offer me some coffee?" Realizing that a few neighbors were watching, and wanting to avoid a scene, Kavya opened the door.

Mahesh entered the house. "Didn't you just have something to drink, *bava*? Do you want more? Alright, have a seat there—I'll bring you some coffee," she said, pointing to a chair in the hall before heading into the kitchen. As soon as she left, Mahesh bolted the main door. Hearing the sound, she rushed out from the kitchen, looking flustered. "Oh no, don't bolt the door!" she exclaimed, moving toward the entrance, but Mahesh quickly caught hold of her. Struggling to break free, Kavya pleaded, "Please, *bava*, let me go. What happened the other day was an accident—let's just forget about it." Mahesh held her for a few moments, then let her go. She was taken aback.

"Fine. If you can forget it, then so can I," Mahesh said. Relieved, Kavya replied, "I've forgotten it," and went back into the kitchen. Mahesh settled onto the sofa in the hall. Ten minutes later, she returned, handed him the coffee, and remained standing. Seeing this, he remarked, "Well, that matter is settled—but couldn't you at least sit down and chat for a while?" Kavya sat in the chair opposite him.



After finishing his coffee, Mahesh placed the cup on the side table and asked, "What's the matter, Kavya? Why are you sitting there so quietly?" "What am I supposed to say?" she replied. He gazed at her intently; she looked fresh and composed. Perhaps she had washed her hair earlier, as it was still damp. Seeing this, he remarked, "You’ll catch a cold if you leave it wet like that. Why don’t you dry it?"

"Hmm... alright. I’ll dry it once you leave," she replied.

He let out a sigh and said, "You’re a devil," as he stood up.

She stood up as well and said, "I have no choice but to be this way."

"Why is that!?" he asked.

"Don't you know?" she said, curling her lips in a peculiar way.

He gazed at her for a moment, then suddenly pulled her close and bit her lip. "Sss... idiot!" she exclaimed, sounding angry.

"Don't look at me with such anger, Priya," Mahesh said. "My name is Kavya," she retorted, even more annoyed.

"I called you that precisely to provoke this anger," he said, and—taking her by surprise—he bit her lip once more.

"Sss... ouch!" she cried out.

"Sorry, sorry..." he murmured, pulling her into an embrace. As he stroked her back, he began to gently suckle on her lower lip.

She pulled away firmly and said, "Please, let me go, *Bava*."

Holding her tenderly, he said, "I just can't seem to let you go, Kavya. That’s why I took the day off today—do you know why?"

She found herself unable to say a word. Caressing her waist, he said, "Whatever I do, the graceful curve of your waist keeps coming to mind." He then ran his hands over her buttocks and added, "And when I lay my head on a pillow, these are what I think of." Slowly, he placed one hand on her breast and, giving it a gentle squeeze, whispered, "I feel like tasting these every single moment."

"Mmm... please, Bava," she murmured, her voice growing weak.



Noticing her weakening resolve, Mahesh pulled her into an even tighter embrace.

Overcome by intense desire, she found herself struggling to catch her breath. He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. As he set her down on the bed, the springs caused her to bounce slightly.

Regaining her senses for a brief second, she tried to sit up, pleading, "No, please, don't, Bava"—but Mahesh lunged forward and pinned her down.

The bed reacted once more; caught between the upward push of the mattress and the weight of his body pressing down, Kavya felt completely enveloped. Holding her firmly, Mahesh whispered, "I’m going crazy, Kavya..." and planted a soft bite on her neck.

"Don't, Bava..." she protested, even as she arched her neck backward. Mahesh moved his kisses from her neck further down, drawing an indistinct, soft moan from her. Continuing his kisses, he reached her breasts.

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her quick, labored breathing. He ran his tongue once along the cleavage between them and said, "Take it off, Kavya."

She was still breathing heavily. He sat up and stripped off his own clothes. Then, lying down beside her, he moved her *pallu* (sari dbang) aside and placed his hands on her blouse.

As she tried to push his hands away, he grabbed both edges of the blouse and pulled them apart with a sharp, forceful motion. The hooks popped open one after another. Freed from their constraints, her breasts sprang into view.

As she tried to place her hands in the way, he forcibly pushed them aside, pressed his face between her breasts, and—while kneading one breast firmly with his hand—took as much of the other into his mouth as he could. She let out a soft, stifled sound, her chest heaving.



He began to suck intensely on her nipple, nudging her with his head. "Ah..." she gasped, her chest rising and falling, her hands gripping and crumpling the bedsheet. With his free hand, he undid the pleats of her sari, reached inside, and untied the drawstring of her petticoat.

Lifting her hips slightly, he pulled the petticoat down and pushed the sari up. She writhed with intense desire. He then planted a kiss upon her flower. “S…baavvaaa… hhhhh,” she moaned, dazed with desire.

He shifted his position so that his legs were near her head, bringing his manhood close to her mouth. She pressed her lips together and turned her head away. But as soon as he parted her thighs and touched her flower with his tongue, Kavya turned her head back—and in doing so, his warm member brushed against her cheek.

“Mmm…” she murmured, turning her head further until it touched her lips. At that very moment, his tongue made contact with her most intimate, sensitive spot.

“Mmm…” she hummed, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his member before gripping it firmly between her lips.

He began to go wild between her thighs. Matching his intensity, Kavya took his manhood deep into her mouth, sucking on it with great pleasure. It was so large that it filled her entire throat, making it difficult for her to breathe—yet she persisted. Down below, he was busy drawing the nectar from her well.



The longing inside her intensified. Overcome with passion, she let out a low “Mmm… mmm…” and gave his member a playful, gentle bite.

He jolted in surprise. Shifting back into a more conventional position, he laughed, “Whoa, are you trying to eat me?” before taking full possession of her.

With the rhythm below suddenly interrupted, she pulled him down toward her, spread her legs wide, lifted them to wrap around his waist, and pressed her body firmly against his. By now, she was already… His member slid smoothly into her flower, which was already slick with juices. "Hmm... *Bava* (darling)... what a way to slide it in!" she exclaimed, lifting her hips and thrusting them forward with intense desire.

As she pressed herself against him, he pulled back slightly and then thrust into her with renewed, passionate force.

"Aah!" she cried out, biting his lips playfully, and added, "So hard! Take it a bit easier, won't you?"



"I feel like thrusting like this even without looking—if I were to actually look, well..." he replied, demonstrating his intense, raw passion once more.

"Oh God! You’re killing me... Mmm... but go ahead, show me all that passion of yours—pound me hard!" she urged, writhing and matching his fervor.

He began to churn inside her flower, much like a wooden dasher churning curd.

Though he appeared gentle, his powerful thrusts were so intense that she was seeing stars.

Her thighs tingled, electrified by the sensation.

Feeling her breasts grow numb with pleasure, she pulled his hands toward them; Mahesh took hold and began to knead and squeeze them vigorously. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Their tongues were intertwined, leaving no room for any words. They were melting from within, amidst the heat of sighs that signaled their intense desire. Finally, Mahesh released everything—warm and fluid—deep into her flower. She pulled him in tightly, letting out a soft, "Hmm..." Content that there had been no interruptions, he held her close.

After remaining that way for a few minutes, he shifted to the side. "Hmm... you harbor such intense passion inside, yet you push me away, saying 'no'?" he asked, caressing her affectionately. "Well... am I supposed to just say 'come on in' and let you have your way? Do you have any idea how scared I was? What if my sister had walked in by mistake?" she replied. Kissing her on the cheek, he said, "Your sister won't be coming. I personally dropped her off at her office. We have the whole day—until evening—to celebrate!" With that, he claimed her once again.

Kavya’s "work from home" turned into a "fuck from home."

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As Priyanka arrived at her office, a flicker of jealousy crossed her eyes. My husband took a day off just to visit my sister’s place. He even took leave when she had a fever, staying by her side to look after her. And now, after dropping me off at the office, Mahesh has likely headed straight back to my sister’s place. After a long time, there was joy and liveliness in her husband’s eyes. Looking at Kavya, one wouldn’t guess she had been down with a fever for the past four days; she looked as radiant as a bride on her wedding night. In a way, it was truly Kavya’s good fortune to have found a man like her husband. Extramarital affairs aren’t necessarily wrong—not when a husband and wife are playing out this ‘reality show’ with a mutual understanding.

Her husband had gotten involved with her younger sister.

But what about her?



Right after the stand-up meeting at the office, she stepped out and checked her phone. There were several messages from her father-in-law: he offered to come to the airport, suggested she head straight to his place, and even promised to take the day off if she agreed to visit.

She deliberately ignored his messages. She knew that if she got too caught up in her father-in-law’s world, she might end up neglecting her sister. That’s why she went straight to her sister’s place to check on her. But what about her father-in-law?

Just as she was thinking that he would likely be at the office and shouldn’t be disturbed, a message popped up from him:

"What’s this, Priya? I even took the day off, hoping you’d come!"

Priya fell into deep thought.

She replied immediately:

"Sorry, *Mama*... Kavya wasn’t feeling well, so I went to see her first. Should I come over now?"

A quick reply came back from her father-in-law:

"Where are you right now? Shall I come and pick you up?" "No, Uncle... it’s difficult in this traffic. I’ll come to your place instead."

"Alright, Priya."


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Uncle and his daughter-in-law reached Birla Mandir by cab. By the time they finished visiting the temple, had lunch, and explored the Science Museum, it was already four in the evening. They bought tickets and went inside the planetarium. Five minutes after they sat down, the lights went out. Pitch darkness, so thick you couldn't see a thing, enveloped the space. Frightened, Priya grabbed her uncle’s hand tightly. Just then, a commentary began to play over the speakers, and visuals of a galaxy appeared on the screen. Priya felt a surge of excitement; in her thrill, she pulled her uncle’s hand even closer. Her breast brushed softly against his elbow.

His fingers grazed her thigh. No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, Venky couldn't help it. He pressed his elbow gently against her nipple, and he could feel it gradually hardening. He began to stroke her thigh softly with his fingers. A slight tremor ran through her body, and her breathing became rhythmic. The darkness and the intimate proximity ignited a heat within her as well. She gripped his hand even tighter. Pressing his elbow firmly against her breast, he continued to caress her thigh with his fingers. She placed her hand over his—which was resting on her thigh—and moved closer. She guided his restless fingers between her thighs, and he began to press gently.

Unable to resist the temptation, she gave a playful, light bite to his shoulder. Just as she began to grow damp below, he too felt a few drops escape him. Leaning close, he whispered into her ear, "Shall we leave?" She replied with a soft, "Hmm..." They stepped outside, their legs trembling. They took a cab home; throughout the journey, neither spoke a word, nor did they even glance at each other.



Upon stepping out of the cab, they hurried toward their room. As soon as the door was opened, she rushed inside and collapsed face-down onto the bed.

Venky bolted the door, lay down on his back beside her, and pulled her on top of him. She settled onto his chest. Lifting her face, he began to shower her with passionate kisses.

Closing her eyes, she surrendered, melting like wax. The room was filled only with the sounds of their kisses and deep, heavy sighs. He gently shifted her onto her back, continuing his kisses as he moved downward. Her *pallu* had long since slipped away, revealing the valley between her peaks—an inviting, lush sight that beckoned to be explored. As his tongue traced the valley between her breasts, she pulled his head firmly against them. Gasping for breath, he began to nibble gently at her soft mounds. "Sss..." Priya let out, arching her chest in a surge of intense pleasure. Seeing her arch, Venky, overcome with desire, cupped both her breasts in his hands and began to knead them hungrily. Not stopping there, she placed her own hands over his; together, their four hands undid the five hooks of her jacket. The bra was pushed aside, revealing her firm, shapely breasts that stood out, bold and alluring.

Determined to tame that boldness, he took one nipple between his teeth, while gently tugging at the other with his fingers. "Iss..." she breathed, lifting her body even higher.

He slid his other hand into the folds of her saree. He encountered the thick, lush growth of her pubic hair; stroking through it, he moved his hand further down. She was burning with heat.

Continuing to caress her, he used his fingers to part her intimate opening. She let out a soft, low moan—"Ha... ha..." His fingers slipped inside. Gently probing, he tenderly touched her most sensitive point, causing her to jolt. With one breast held in his mouth, another in his hand, and his fingers exploring deep within, she was driven to the brink of frenzy.

She dug her nails into his back with intense desire. Unrelenting, he continued to stir the ocean of her passion. As a result of his ministrations, her flower began to release its nectar. A fine sheen of perspiration broke out across her heated skin. With her eyes closed, she panted softly. He then moved away from her, stripped off his own clothes, and stood completely naked.

Lifting her saree, he climbed over her. Instinctively, she spread her legs and bent her knees. He pressed his engorged, throbbing member against her entrance.



Her delicate, petal-like folds quivered with an intense, aching thirst. As if to quench that thirst, he thrust himself deep inside in one swift motion. She let out a sharp, stifled sound—"Akh!"—and then fell into a profound, breathless silence. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he began to move his member in and out—slowly at first. With every thrust, she grew damp below and broke into a sweat above, gasping for air. Eagerly, she pressed her hands against his back, pulling him closer. He shifted his rhythm, driving into her with greater intensity. Biting her lower lip, she reached down to caress his buttocks.

Whether to prove the sharpness of his "blade" or to explore the depths of her "flower," he began to thrust faster and deeper. She writhed beneath him, letting out soft, stifled moans.

Seeing her squirm like that, his male ego soared with satisfaction. In that moment of fulfillment, he let out a hot, heavy sigh and released his seed deep within her.

Her "flower," parched and craving, hungrily absorbed his essence.

After a few more exhausted, lingering movements, he collapsed beside her.



Five minutes passed before they both regained their composure.

Once the heat had subsided, they found themselves unable to meet each other’s gaze, glancing away instead—perhaps overwhelmed by the intensity of what they had just shared.

After a while, Priya slipped quietly into the bathroom. Venky closed his eyes, overcome with fatigue. He lost track of time, but the moment he heard her give a soft cough, he sat up abruptly. She was already ready. He, too, got up and got ready. Both of them came downstairs. In silence, she got into her father-in-law’s Benz car.

With his head bowed, Venki drove, wondering, “Why didn’t we speak to each other—neither while it was happening, nor afterwards?”

Priya, too, was lost in similar thoughts.

After dropping his daughter-in-law off at her home, Venki returned, without having said a word.

[KingRocks]

Awesome story

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Venky mama banging his sanskari bahu Priya

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Kavya when alone