Family of Shaows

[sexonmind]

Chapter 16 part 4

Sai had finally received his long-awaited joining order. It was a proud moment for him—after years of hard work and dedication, he was moving on to a prestigious new job. As a farewell gesture, he decided to host a grand party, inviting colleagues, friends, and most importantly, Sunanda, whom he regarded as his greatest mentor.

The banquet hall was lively, filled with laughter and chatter. His colleagues raised toasts in his honor, praising his journey from a determined employee to a government officer. Sai, beaming with happiness, took the microphone to address the gathering.

"I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for Sunanda Ma’am," he said, scanning the crowd until his eyes found her. "She has been my guide, my inspiration, and my strongest supporter. She encouraged me when I doubted myself, pushed me when I hesitated, and made me believe that I could achieve this dream. Ma’am, this success is as much yours as it is mine."

The hall erupted in applause, and Sunanda gave him a small but genuine smile, nodding in appreciation.

As the evening progressed, Sai moved through the crowd, shaking hands, taking pictures, and receiving heartfelt congratulations. Yet, amidst the celebration, his gaze kept drifting back to Sunanda. She stood at a distance, engaging in polite conversations, but there was an undeniable sadness in her eyes.

Sai knew she was alone. With Aruna and Babu gone, her once lively household had turned silent. Even Rani—who had once been a constant presence—had left, transferring to another office after the truth about her affair with Purushotham had surfaced. The scandal had been a shock, and while Sunanda had remained composed in public, Sai suspected it had hurt her deeply.

Then there were the whispers about Anand. Sai had heard the office rumors that Sunanda had briefly dated him but that things hadn’t worked out. He didn’t know what had happened between her, Anand, and Dr. Prakash, but he could sense that Sunanda had lost not just one, but two people she had once been close to.

Yet, despite everything, Sunanda had made an effort to look her best tonight. She wore a beautiful sari, carefully chosen for the occasion, her hair neatly done, and subtle jewelry complementing her graceful presence. Sai could tell that, despite the sadness in her heart, she had dressed up for him—for his special day. It was her silent way of showing how much she cared.

As the party neared its end, Sai watched as Sunanda quietly made her way toward the exit. Without hesitation, he excused himself from his colleagues and followed her.

"Ma’am, let me drop you home," he said as he caught up to her.

Sunanda turned to him with a surprised expression. "This is your party, Sai. You should be here with your friends."

He shook his head. "No, ma’am. You are the most important person to me. And tonight, I want to be the one to take you home."

For a moment, she looked at him, as if searching for something in his face. Then, with a soft sigh, she nodded. "Alright, Sai."

As they walked out together, Sai couldn’t shake off the feeling that Sunanda wasn’t just leaving a party—she was leaving behind a chapter of her life, stepping into an uncertain future. And for some reason, he wanted to be there for her, if only for this one night.

A Moment of Vulnerability

As Sai parked the car in front of the quarters, he turned to Sunanda and smiled. "Thank you, ma’am," he said softly. "I know you're hurting inside, but despite everything, you put in so much effort to look nice tonight—just for me." He paused, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "By the way, you look very beautiful."

Sunanda, caught off guard by his words, let out a small chuckle. "Is this the way you talk to your madam?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, but there was no reprimand in her tone—only warmth.

Sai noticed the playfulness in her voice and grinned. "You’re no longer my madam. We are colleagues now. I am your fellow officer."

They both laughed at the thought. It was a rare, lighthearted moment, breaking the heaviness that had been weighing on Sunanda for weeks. But as their laughter faded, Sunanda’s eyes drifted toward the quiet, empty quarters. The reality of her solitude hit her once again.

A single tear welled up in the corner of her eye. Sai noticed immediately. "Ma’am, please don’t cry," he said gently, his voice filled with concern. "You are one of the strongest women I know. You can’t do this."

Sunanda turned to look at Sai. His words, his presence—it all felt so comforting, so safe. He wasn’t just another person in her life; he was someone who saw her beyond her title, beyond her responsibilities. And in that moment, she wasn’t thinking about right or wrong, about age or roles, about the past or the future.

She simply acted on impulse.

Without a second thought, she reached for Sai, pulled him close, and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was unexpected, raw, and filled with emotions neither of them had anticipated. It wasn’t just about desire—it was about seeking warmth in the cold loneliness that had surrounded her for so long.

Their kiss grew deeper, tongues entwining with a passion that neither had ever experienced before. Sai’s hands trembled as he touched Sunanda’s curvy body, feeling the softness of her breasts and the roundness of her hips. He was a novice, untouched by the fiery dance of love, but she was a woman of experience, her body a canvas of passionate encounters. Sunanda sensed his inexperience and took the lead, her hands guiding his to her most intimate spots, whispering sweet nothings that turned his blood to molten lava. She unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened member, standing tall and proud, eager to be of service to the woman who had captured his heart. Gently, she wrapped her hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, feeling his pulse race with every stroke. He moaned into her mouth, the sensation of her soft, warm hand on his throbbing cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, her own filled with a mix of tenderness and desire.

Despite her 48 years, Sunanda’s body was a testament to her rigorous fitness regime and health-conscious lifestyle. Her skin, though kissed by the sun, bore an ageless glow, and her curves remained as alluring as ever, a siren's call to the eager young man before her. Her breasts were firm and full, with dark, inviting areolas that surrounded her sensitive nipples, which grew taut as Sai’s thumbs grazed over them. Her waist dipped in dramatically, leading to the flare of her hips and the promise of a pussy that was already growing wet with anticipation. Her long hair cascaded down her back, a silky waterfall that Sai couldn’t resist running his fingers through as he kissed along her neck, feeling her pulse quicken with every touch. Her feminine face, framed by those strands, was flushed with arousal, her eyes dark pools of need that seemed to swallow him whole. The scent of her desire filled the car, a heady mix of pheromones and sweetness that only served to fuel Sai’s burgeoning lust. As she continued to stroke him, her movements becoming more urgent, he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the siren’s call of her body much longer.

With a gentle tug, Sunanda pulled Sai into the dimly lit bedroom of her quarters. Her hands trembled slightly as she undid the knots of her vibrant red and gold saree. It fell to the floor, revealing her perfectly toned midriff and the deep valley between her breasts. Her navel, a tiny, seductive dot, glinted in the soft light, drawing Sai’s gaze downward like a magnet to the treasure that lay beneath. He couldn’t believe the beauty that stood before him, a beauty that defied her years. The anticipation was palpable as she continued to undress, each layer revealing more of her flawless, mature form. Her breasts, though not as high as a young girl’s, were full and heavy with arousal, the dark tips of her nipples pointing straight at him like twin arrows of desire. Her stomach was flat and her waist narrow, a stark contrast to the wide, inviting hips that swayed as she walked. Her legs, long and smooth, led to a perfectly trimmed patch of dark curls, hinting at the wetness that awaited him. Sai’s eyes followed her every move, drinking in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst in a desert. The air grew thick with passion, and he found himself unable to resist the siren’s call any longer. His cock was now a rod of iron in his pants, begging for release and eager to claim its rightful place between her velvety thighs.

With a seductive smile, Sunanda helped Sai out of his uniform, her eyes never leaving his growing arousal. She took her time, savoring each button and zipper, her fingers lingering over his taut abs and broad shoulders. His youthful physique, a stark contrast to her own, only served to excite her further. As his clothes fell away, she couldn’t help but let her gaze rove over his firm chest and the trail of hair that led down to the waistband of his boxers. The sight of his thick, veiny cock, straining against the fabric, made her pussy ache with need. She leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over his skin, and whispered, "Let me make you feel good, too." With a flick of her wrist, she sent his boxers to the floor, revealing his fully erect member. Sunanda’s eyes widened with hunger at the sight, and she couldn’t resist giving it a gentle stroke, feeling it throb in her hand. The electricity between them grew stronger, and she knew they were about to embark on a journey of carnality that neither of them would ever forget.

With a seductive grace that belied her age, Sunanda reclined on the bed, her legs spreading wide in a silent invitation that Sai couldn’t refuse. Her pussy glistened in the soft light, the plump, pink lips of her sex beckoning him closer. She watched as he approached, his cock jutting proudly from his hips, a testament to his youthful vigor and desire for her. Sai’s eyes were dark with lust, and he couldn’t help but stare at her exposed body, the sight of her wetness making his own cock pulse with need. He climbed onto the bed, his knees straddling her hips, and leaned in to kiss her again, the heat of their bodies melding together like molten wax. His hands roamed over her curves, tracing the contours of her breasts and belly with a reverence that made Sunanda’s skin tingle. She could feel the tip of his erection nudging against her wetness, and she knew that she was about to experience a pleasure she hadn’t known in years—the fiery passion of a man eager to claim her, to make her his own, even if only for this one night. The anticipation was exquisite, a delicious agony that had her writhing beneath him, begging for his touch, his mouth, his cock. The room was filled with the scent of their arousal, a musky perfume that only served to drive them both closer to the edge of madness.

As their kisses grew more frantic, Sai positioned himself between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds. He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking permission, and Sunanda nodded, her breath hitching with anticipation. With a gentle push, he slid into her, her tight, wet heat enveloping him like a warm, velvety glove. Sai groaned, his hips instinctively beginning to move as he lost himself in the feel of her tight pussy gripping him, her walls rippling around him in a silent demand for more. Sunanda’s hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in slightly as she pulled him closer, urging him to go deeper, to take her harder. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, a dance as old as time itself, each thrust and parry bringing them closer to the brink of a climax that threatened to shatter the very fabric of their beings. Her hips rose to meet his, each movement a silent declaration of her need, her legs wrapping around his waist to keep him exactly where she wanted him—deep inside her, claiming her, making her feel alive in a way she hadn’t felt in so long.

Their rhythm grew faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the quiet room, and Sunanda could feel the tension coiling in the pit of her stomach, her toes curling with every stroke of Sai’s cock. His inexperience didn’t hinder their connection; rather, it added an innocence to their union that made it all the more erotic. His eyes never left hers, filled with a mix of wonder and concentration as he felt the beginnings of his climax building. With a guttural moan, Sai’s body tensed, and he exploded inside her, filling her with his hot seed. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, and as his orgasm ripped through him, Sunanda felt her own peak approaching, her pussy contracting around his sensitive member. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he emptied himself into her, the warmth of his release sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Despite his quick finish, she didn’t judge or pull away; instead, she reveled in the raw, unfiltered passion that he offered her. His body collapsed onto hers, his chest heaving with the effort, and she could feel his heart pounding against her own. She knew this was just the beginning of a night filled with carnality and discovery, but for now, she was content to lie there, feeling the warmth of his cum inside her, the sticky evidence of their taboo connection.

After a brief interlude, Sunanda's lips curled into a knowing smile as she took his semi-flaccid cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salty taste of his cum. Her actions were deliberate, a silent promise that she wasn’t done with him yet. Sai’s eyes widened in surprise, watching as she eagerly took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a hunger that seemed insatiable. He felt his member start to swell again, filling with new life as she worked her magic. Her hand stroked the base of his shaft in time with her mouth, her teeth gently grazing his sensitive skin, making him hiss with pleasure. Sunanda’s eyes never left his, the connection between them palpable as she brought him back to full hardness with the expertise of a woman who had seen and enjoyed the power of her own sexuality. When she felt him throb in her mouth, she pulled back and licked her lips, leaving a trail of saliva that glistened in the dim light. "I want you again," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Sai could only nod, his breathing ragged and his cock begging for more. He watched as she straddled him once again, her pussy glistening with her own juices, and he knew that the night had only just begun.

With a seductive grace that belied her age, Sunanda climbed on top of Sai, her slick pussy sliding over his still-throbbing cock. She positioned herself so that the tip of his manhood was just at the entrance to her warm, wet cavern, and with a deliberate move, she lowered herself onto him. Sai’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the tight embrace of her pussy, the warm, velvety walls of her sex wrapping around his length as she took him in inch by glorious inch. Sunanda’s hands were braced on his broad chest, her long, dark hair cascading around them like a curtain of silk as she began to ride him. Her hips moved in a hypnotic, rolling motion that had him groaning with each downward thrust. The sight of her full breasts bouncing with her movements was almost too much for Sai to bear, and he reached up to cup them, thumbing the hardened peaks of her nipples as she moaned with pleasure. Her pussy was tight and welcoming, the grip of her muscles driving him wild with lust as she moved up and down, setting a pace that was both agonizingly slow and deliciously tantalizing. Sunanda’s eyes never left his, a silent challenge that only served to fuel his passion. With each movement, she grew bolder, grinding her clit against his pelvis, her moans growing louder and more needy. The feel of her wetness coating his cock was driving Sai insane with desire, and he could feel his orgasm building once more, a storm gathering in his loins that threatened to break free at any moment. But he held back, his eyes locked with hers, determined to give her the pleasure she deserved, to make this night one that would be etched in both of their memories forever.

Sunanda’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing with pleasure as she rode Sai’s cock. Her moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around him in sweet agony. As she rode out her climax, Sai could feel his own release approaching. He gently pushed her down onto the bed, his cock still buried deep within her. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her flushed face, the way her chest heaved with each breath, and the sexy sheen of sweat that glistened on her skin. With a primal growl, he climbed on top of her, his frame pressing her into the mattress. His movements grew more urgent, his hips pounding into hers with a force that was both thrilling and slightly overwhelming. Sunanda’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his firm buttocks, urging him to go deeper, to fill her completely. Her hands raked over his back, leaving a trail of red marks that stood out against his dark skin. Sai’s eyes bore into hers, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine. He slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his hot, thick cum. Sunanda’s back arched off the bed, a final gasp escaping her lips as she succumbed to the intense pleasure that washed over her. They lay there, their bodies entwined, the only sound in the room their ragged breaths and the steady beat of their hearts. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, a testament to the fiery passion that had consumed them both. For a brief moment, the world outside their quarters ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the connection between them—two people finding solace and pleasure in the most unexpected of places.A Confession and a Request

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows on the walls as Sunanda lay beside Sai, her body still tingling from their passionate lovemaking. But while her body had found release, her mind remained restless.

Sai lay in silence, staring at the ceiling. His breathing was steady, yet Sunanda sensed something shifting within him—a hesitation, a flicker of doubt. She turned slightly, resting her hand on his chest, and whispered, "Sai, whatever you're feeling, it's not your fault."

Sai looked at her, his expression unreadable.

"I know this is... forbidden," she continued. "But this is something I needed. A release. Something to remind me that I'm still alive, still capable of feeling something other than loneliness."

Sai exhaled slowly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the bedsheet. "I will always be here for you," he said sincerely. "You can ask me anything."

Sunanda hesitated for a moment before meeting his gaze. "There is something that has been eating me away," she admitted.

Sai turned his head toward her. "What is it, Ma'am?"

"It's about Gita." Sunanda's voice was serious now. "Babu has betrayed her. I know they had a physical relationship. In a sense, he used her. And then left her without getting married." She sighed, the weight of her words pressing down on her. "If you can find it in your heart, will you marry Gita?"

Sai blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. But after a moment, he nodded. "Sure, Madam. If she and her family agree, I will definitely marry Gita."

Sunanda turned to him fully now, her gaze intense. "Sai, this is very important and serious. Don't just agree because I have asked you. Or because I have fucked you." Her voice was raw, direct, stripped of any pretense. "Just think about it and tell me."

Sai stared at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "I understand, Ma'am," he said. "I’ll think about it."

End of Chapter 16