Family of Shaows

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Chapter 17: Dark Shadows

Three months had passed. Babu and Aruna had fully settled into their new life in Guntur, living not just as lovers but as husband and wife. Their days were spent managing the new office, which had flourished beyond their expectations, and their nights were filled with a passion that neither of them had ever known before.

Despite cutting ties with most of their family, Aruna remained in contact with her brother Venu, who helped them establish their business. The house they had sold fetched more money than expected, giving them the financial stability they needed to start fresh.

In the quiet moments of the night, as they lay entangled in each other’s arms, Babu often wondered if this life was sustainable—if they could truly remain hidden from the world forever. But every time those thoughts crept into his mind, Aruna would silence them with a kiss, whispering, "We are together, and that is all that matters."

Yet, beneath the surface, both knew that secrets had a way of catching up, and their forbidden love was a fragile dream built on borrowed time.

A Day in Aruna and Babu's Life

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the small room where Aruna and Babu lay entwined. As Aruna stirred awake, Babu pulled her closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as their bodies melted into each other. Their mornings always began this way—with warmth, passion, and the quiet reassurance that they belonged to each other. Every morning, without fail, Aruna would greet the day by wrapping her soft, warm lips around Babu's thick, veiny cock, which stood at attention the moment she touched it. She took her time, savoring the feel of him, her tongue swirling around the velvety head, tracing the length of the shaft, and occasionally pausing to flick at his sensitive frenulum. Her cheeks would hollow as she applied gentle suction, her eyes closed in pure, unbridled pleasure. Babu's eyes would roll back in his head, his hands reflexively gripping the bedsheets as she expertly deep-throated him, her throat muscles contracting around his girth. The wet sounds of her mouth filled the air, mingling with his low groans of pleasure. Her curly hair cascading down her back swayed with every bob of her head, a visual symphony of eroticism that never ceased to stir his soul. This was their secret ritual, a silent declaration of love and desire that set the tone for another day of passionate deception in the bustling heart of Guntur.

After the heavenly oral pleasure, Babu and Aruna would rise from their tangled bed, their bodies craving more intimate contact. They would make their way to the kitchen, where the aroma of sizzling dosas and steaming chai filled the air. Aruna's voluptuous figure swayed in a sheer nightie that barely concealed her ample bosoms, while Babu's bare chest gleamed with a light sheen of sweat from their early morning escapade. They shared a knowing smile, the tension of their secret love thick in the air as they sat down to break their fast together. Their appetites satiated, they turned their attention to the day ahead.

The shower was next on their sensual agenda. As the water cascaded over their bodies, Babu took a moment to drink in the sight of Aruna's curvy silhouette, her dark nipples poking through the wet fabric of her lingerie. The desire in his eyes was unmistakable, and she could feel it burning into her very soul. He reached out, peeling away the sodden material, revealing her plump, round breasts with their large, sensitive areolae. He took one in his hand, his thumb teasing the hardened tip before he leaned in to suckle, eliciting a moan that echoed through the steamy chamber.

Turning her around, Babu pressed her against the cool tiles, her round, firm ass jutting out towards him invitingly. He stepped closer, his cock now fully erect, and positioned himself behind her. With one hand, he spread her legs apart, and with the other, he guided himself to her slick, waiting pussy. Aruna looked over her shoulder, her breath hitching as she felt the blunt head of his cock nudge at her entrance. Without further ado, he pushed in, filling her completely in one swift, deep thrust. The sound of their bodies slapping together in the rhythm of passion was punctuated by the steady beat of the water on the shower floor. She pushed back into him, urging him deeper, her wet pussy clenching around his shaft.

In standing doggy style, Babu's hands roamed her body, caressing the curves that had become so familiar and yet so exciting to him. He grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he began to pound into her, the water running down his body only heightening the sensation of skin on skin. Aruna's moans grew louder, echoing off the tiles, as she reached between her legs to play with her clit, her hand a blur of motion that matched the tempo of his thrusts. Her pussy tightened around him, and she felt the first stirrings of an orgasm building within her.

With each thrust, Babu's balls slapped against her wet folds, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Her body was on fire, her skin sensitive to every touch, every drop of water that kissed her flesh. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter until she couldn't hold back any longer. Aruna came with a scream, her pussy pulsing around his cock as waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Babu could feel her orgasm through his own body, and it pushed him over the edge. He slammed into her one final time, his cock swelling as he emptied himself into her. They stood there for a moment, their bodies still joined, panting and trembling from the intensity of their shared release.

They knew their love was a dangerous dance on the tightrope of societal norms, but in that shower, in the heat of their passion, nothing else mattered. They were just two people, lost in a world of pleasure and desire, bound together by the most primal of instincts.

The water continued to cascade down their bodies as they kissed, the taste of each other still fresh on their lips. It was a new day in Guntur, filled with the promise of challenges, but as long as they had each other, they knew they could face anything. With their passion rekindled, they stepped out of the shower, ready to tackle the day's adventures, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their steamy encounter.

After their shower, Babu and Aruna stepped out of the bathroom, their skin still glistening from the water. He took a moment to appreciate the way her wet hair clung to her neck and the way her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and love. Aruna, with a cheeky smile, grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off, her full breasts jiggling slightly with every movement. Her nipples remained erect, a testament to the passion they had just shared. "I better get started on lunch," she murmured, her voice husky from the pleasure.

Aruna moved to the kitchen, she donned an apron that barely contained her ample cleavage and set to work she would prepare a simple breakfast of idli and coconut chutney. And then she expertly chopped vegetables and mixed masalas for their afternoon meal as the smell of spices and sizzling oil filled the air. Her curvy hips swayed to an imaginary tune, and Babu couldn't help but stare as she moved about the kitchen, her round ass a delicious distraction from his own tasks. Babu, still shirtless, sat at the table, watching her with admiration. "You look like a perfect housewife," he teased, making her smirk. "And you look like a lazy husband," she shot back playfully. When lunch was ready, she packed it into a tiffin carrier, her hands lingering over the warm metal as she thought about the passionate reunion that awaited her return.

After breakfast, Aruna packed a lunchbox and got ready for work. Babu, who had no pressing responsibilities, planned to spend his day playing video games and reading. "Don't forget to eat on time," she reminded him, ruffling his hair before leaving.

As the afternoon passed, Babu lost himself in his books, occasionally glancing at the clock, waiting for her return. By evening, as the day waned and the sun dipped below the horizon, Babu eagerly awaited her return, he prepared two cups of coffee just as Aruna walked in, exhausted but happy. She smiled at the sight of him waiting for her, the warmth of home filling her heart.. The moment she stepped into the house, he was there, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand and a smile on his face. "You must be starving," he said, his eyes devouring her as if she were the most delicious morsel he had ever seen. He watched as she undid her hair, letting it cascade down her back in a waterfall of black silk. The sight was almost too much to bear, and he had to remind himself that patience was a virtue in their game of love and deception.

They settled on the couch, sipping their coffee as Aruna shared the details of her day—office gossip, client meetings, and the occasional annoyance with coworkers. Babu listened attentively, adding playful remarks now and then, making her laugh.

In the evening, they sat down together to eat, their hands brushing against each other as they reached for the food, the electricity between them palpable. Despite the mundane task of eating, every bite felt like a seductive dance, their eyes locked in a silent promise of what the night would bring. The tiffin carrier sat between them, a symbol of their shared love, their secret life in the heart of Guntur, where every meal was a feast for the senses and every touch a declaration of their illicit passion.

After they had finished their dinner, they would curl up together, watching TV in comfortable silence. It was an ordinary day, yet for them, it was perfect. A life built on simple routines, stolen kisses, and the unwavering promise that, no matter what, they were in this together.As the night deepened, Babu would suggest playing a board game to unwind from the day. Aruna would giggled, her eyes gleaming with mischief, as she would select a game like Snakes and Ladders, Ludo or even Cards. They sat cross-legged on their plush, king-sized bed, the soft glow of a table lamp casting shadows across the room. They made their own rules like; every time someone rolled a six or climbed a ladder or finished the game in ludo or won a hand in cards etc the other would remove a piece of clothing on their body. As they played, the sexual tension grew, their eyes often lingering on each other's bodies. With every roll of the dice, their hands brushed against each other's, sending jolts of anticipation through their veins. 

In one particular incident when Aruna finally landed on a ladder that brought her closer to the finish line, Babu pounced, pushing the board aside and pinning her down onto the mattress. Their laughter turned to gasps as their clothes were already discarded revealing their eager, naked flesh. His cock, now fully erect, lay nestled between her thighs, and she looked up at him with a fiery hunger in her eyes. "I think it's time for the real game to begin," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent his heart racing. Without another word, he claimed her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together as if they had all the time in the world.

Their bodies intertwined, Babu began to explore Aruna's body with his hands, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts and teasing her hardened nipples before descending to her wet, swollen pussy. She arched her back, silently begging for more, and he obliged, sliding a finger inside her tight, velvety sheath. He could feel her warmth and wetness, her walls contracting around his digit as if trying to pull him deeper. Withdrawing his hand, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance, the tip glistening with her arousal.

Aruna spread her legs wider, her pussy aching for him to fill her once again. With a low growl, Babu pushed in, his thick shaft stretching her open as she gasped into his mouth. Her nails dug into his back as he began to thrust, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time. The headboard banged against the wall with every stroke, a tempo that matched the pounding of their hearts. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her dark, erect nipples begging for his mouth. Babu took one into his mouth, suckling hard as he increased his pace, his tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive peak.

Their lovemaking grew more intense, each movement a declaration of their love and lust. Aruna's moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her pussy gripping him tightly as she climbed towards another earth-shattering orgasm. Babu could feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight to his body. He pulled out of her, and with a smirk, flipped her onto her stomach, her ass in the air. "I want to feel you from behind," he murmured into her ear, his breath hot and ragged.

Aruna nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed with desire. Babu took his time, stretching her open with care, his thumb circling her clit to keep her on the edge. When she was ready, he slid his lubricated cock against her ass, pausing for a moment to savor the sensation of her softness against his hardness. With one deep breath, he pushed in, feeling her tighten around him. Aruna bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut as she took him in inch by inch. As he began to move, her body adjusted to his size, and she started to push back against him, her moans growing louder and more urgent. Babu's strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with a smoothness that surprised them both. She reached down to touch her clit, her other hand gripping the bed sheets, her body a symphony of sensations. The pressure built, their movements synchronized, and soon Aruna's body was trembling with the force of her orgasm

The sight of her pleasure was Babu's undoing, and he followed suit, his cock erupting with hot cum deep inside her ass. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts racing. The room was filled with the sound of their panting and the occasional giggle as they tried to catch their breath. This was their life now—a never-ending dance of passion and pleasure, hidden away in the bustling city of Guntur, where every moment together was a stolen slice of heaven.

Over the months that followed, Babu and Aruna grew more adventurous in their love-making, with Babu frequently indulging in the tight, forbidden warmth of Aruna's ass. He had discovered a newfound love for the sensation of her velvety walls clenching around his cock, and she, in turn, found a thrilling new dimension to her pleasure. Their secret life in Guntur became a playground of passion, where every day brought a fresh opportunity to explore the depths of their desire. As they pushed the boundaries of their sexual exploration, they found that their love for one another only grew stronger, each intimate act a silent rebellion against the world that sought to keep them apart.

With each deep, merciless thrust into her tight, welcoming ass, Babu felt the pressure building within him. Aruna's moans grew more intense, her body writhing beneath him, her hands clawing at the sheets in ecstasy. Her plump, round cheeks bounced with every impact, her pussy gushing wetness onto the bed, her juices mingling with the lubricant that eased his way. He watched in awe as his cock disappeared and reappeared, her ass stretching to accommodate his size before snapping back, as if eager for more. The sight of his shaft glistening with their combined fluids was almost too much to bear. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, and began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his eyes locked onto her face, which was a mask of pure pleasure. Her moans grew louder, her eyes rolled back, and her body tensed as she reached the precipice of climax. With one final, powerful plunge, Babu's cock swelled and erupted, filling her ass with hot, sticky cum. The sensation of her muscles contracting around him sent him over the edge, and he collapsed onto her, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their illicit pleasure.

Over the weekends, Babu and Aruna decided to embark on a new adventure that would take their love-making to the next level. They would begin with the classic missionary, their eyes locked in a silent conversation of love and desire, before moving on to the spooning embrace, where Babu's thick cock would slide into her from behind, her plump breasts pressed against his chest. Aruna's moans grew louder as they tried the cowgirl, her ample hips bucking wildly as she rode him with unbridled passion. They experimented with the reverse cowgirl, the doggy style, and the sixty-nine, their bodies a tapestry of tangled limbs and shared ecstasy. Each position brought with it a new sensation, a new way to express their love, and a new understanding of the depth of their connection. They pushed their limits, their bodies stretching and bending in ways they never thought possible, their love for one another the only guide in this uncharted territory of lust. And when the weekend was over, they lay spent and sated, their bodies painted with sweat and cum, their hearts full of love and their souls bound together in a bond strong

er than any societal decree. 

Continued in the next part….