Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 3 – Pihu’s Wild Imagination Got Harsh Shape In Reality

Pihu’s POV- Today for the first time I have come to know that Bijan, my husband, is sharing some dark and deep truths of our life with you in the form of an interesting story. And to be honest, I have no objection to this. And I think I shouldn't have any. If you people ask me whether I or he feel ashamed of telling all these dark and disgusting truths after so many days. Then my answer will be a clear NO. We have no hesitation, no regrets and no shame in narrating all these incidents in the form of a story to all of you. I feel that we have not done any such disgusting thing in our life that we should feel regret, hesitation or shame. Whatever we have done, we have done it after thinking and especially after discussing it with each other. We have never thought of cheating each other. We did it only for our own fun and enjoyment. There is only one reason for me to narrate this part of the story, that whatever happened to me that day, my wish was also included in it. Well, without wasting much of your time, I will take the story forward. Very next day my sleep broke in usual time. Last night I had a wild imaginary scenario in my head while having sex with Bijan. I woke up. I had been lying all naked. I could see myself fully naked in the mirror. I shied a little. Beside me, Bijan was snoring aloud. I picked my maxi up from the floor. I wore it. At first I thought to wear bra underneath it. But then I denied it myself. I presumed that Ani might be sleeping in his room. And I will have my bath at first. Then I will wear saree. Last evening while I bent to keep the glass on the table I had forgot that I hadn’t my bra. And Ani gazed on my whitish lovely boobs. As being a woman I could easily assume that a boy gazing at my body. I stood straight swiftly. But I couldn’t forget the cold gaze of Ani towards my boobs. During sex I was imagining that Ani was fucking me instead of my husband. I had my orgasms very hard just imagining this. But I felt shy now. This is only for Bijan. He is making me naughty day by day just like him. He has a very perverted mind, I had to admit. Every night he acts as a third person while having sex with me. Last night he acted of being Ani, his cousin brother. I opened the door of our bedroom and went to the direction of our bathroom. We have only one common bathroom in this flat. I had to go past Ani’s room to reach to the bathroom. While I was going before Ani’s room, I saw the door of his room was vast open. I could clearly hear his breathing sound as well. I couldn’t stop myself but sneaked into his room. This room was small. There was just a single bed in this room. Ani was lying on his back. It was a summer day. The fan was on. But he had a thin bed sheet over him. And the reason of that was clear enough in front of me and my eyes either. It could clearly be seen a huge bulge underneath that bed sheet. As a married woman, I was fully aware what it could be. But I was amazed to see the size. It clearly two times bigger than Bijan has. At first I supposed to sneak out of the room. But I couldn’t stop myself to look into it. My whole body was shaking in thrill. I tiptoed to his bed. And hold the bed sheet in my heavily shaky hand and pushed it aside a little. I could not help myself but gasping to see this. It was huge!!! I have never seen a man’s private part other than Bijan’s. Bijan has an average sized dick. But Ani had a two times bigger than him. It was equally thick and black in color. Ani had shaved his pubic hair neatly. I like to shave my pussy every single day. Bijan always helps me in cleaning my pussy and armpits as well. I shave his crotch too. I don’t like hairy down there. I became happy to see Ani had shaved down there too. I smiled a little. I observed Ani’s dick very closely. His dick was seemed like fully erected and it was dangling in to the thin air. I thought I should get out of the room at once. If Ani woke I will get into a false position before him. But I couldn’t resist myself. I wanted deliberately to touch that once. I never touch any man’s dick other that Bijan’s. Moreover Ani was Bijan’s cousin brother. Even he was 3 years younger than me. Yet I wanted to touch his dick. I looked at Ani’s face. He was sleeping like a cute baby. He was breathing normally. I assured myself and went enough close to his dick. I didn’t breathe at all. I didn’t want to wake Ani up anyhow. I kept one of my fingers on his dick tip slowly. I saw he had a drop of pre cum on his dick tip. I once again looked at Ani. He was sleeping as usual. But how it could happen? I picked the drop of his pre cum and put it in my mouth directly. This incident was happened almost 4 years ago. But till date I can’t figure out why I did exactly so that day. This small step exposed me to a new world of decadence. But it was so tasty! I felt a sensation between my legs. In my shaky hands I hold his dick slightly. I supposed I was holding a living snake into my palm! It was moving slowly into my fist. It was clearly bigger and thicker than Bijan’s. I wanted to rub it but I didn’t dare to do so. I released it and got out of the room and didn’t turn back. I ran to the bathroom. Locking the room I sat on the commode. I could sense a weird feelings into my pussy so hard, which I never felt before. I had to do something to calm myself. Being numb at that very moment, I put my fingers into my pussy. It was wet already! It was leaking and drenching itself by its own fresh juice. I wasn’t in myself. I surely went mad. A narrow stream of my juice was coming from my sweet little honeypot. I kept it on my finger and licked it too. I felt it was as tasty as Ani’s. I never tasted my own juice before. But I should. It was so tasty. I put my finger entirely and started lingering it inside ferociously. I wanted to release as soon as possible. I closed my eyes and imagine Ani is fucking me inside our bedroom, instead of Bijan. It was a wild imagination, I must admit. But I couldn’t help myself but carry on. I continuously flickered my finger into my honeypot. I was literally fucking myself imagining my little brother-in-law. Gradually I increased the pace of my finger. I couldn’t resist myself from moaning. I moaned in husky voice, “Ohh, Ani, you’re doing so well. Keep fucking me. Please fuck your slutty boudi harder as much as you can. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me…harder…” I was fingering my pussy sitting on the commode seat with having both my husband and brother-in-law present in the house. I didn’t care about themselves. I lost fully into myself. I was fingering in the speed of light, I suppose. In a flash, I couldn’t sense my lower body. It was shaking vigorously and with a loud bang I came so hard. A thick line of juice drenched up to my wrist. It was so amazing feeling to have! I came for a while. I closed my eyes and kept panting heavily. I slowly removed my finger from my pussy and once again put into my mouth. I tasted my own freshly released juice. I tasted it fully licking it by my tongue. I loved it so much. Soon, I got a huge pressure of pee. I had to pee. I released my pee on that commode with a loud “hissss….” Sound. My pussy released all my juice with the pee. I hold the jet spray directly towards my pussy and opened it. A strong torrent of water directly hit on my delicate pussy and washed it thoroughly. But the water current made a new sensation down there. I put it into my pussy. The water was running speedily inside me. I was in heaven then. I never think mere a jet spray could help me to get a quick orgasm. I was discovering something new to this morning. In a while I came twice. It felt me so relaxed and fresh. I gained my consciousness back gradually. It was getting so late already. I washed my pussy thoroughly and bathed at last to freshen myself.

I kept doing all my chores normally all the day. But I always had the same scenario of Ani’s dangling dick into the air in my brain. At first I thought Ani might had felt something. But he behaved with me normally. I served them breakfast. Bijan was also quiet form the morning. I was sure he was must planning something related to Ani and me. But this time it didn’t feel me weird. Instead I felt it differently. It made me wet between my legs. I could easily sense the wetness into my pussy. I had to change my panty several times throughout the day. Because I wetted my panty with my own juice just imagining Ani with me. I was surely going mad. Time passed on its own rhythm. Nothing special or weird happened to either with me or Ani. All three of us were quite normal. It was the time of dusk. The day light was darkening slowly. We all sit in our drawing room, suddenly Ani asked to Bijan, “Oh dadabhai, I am really very sorry.” Both of us were amazed hearing him. With shock Bijan asked him, “And why so?” Ani chuckled a little and said, “Because, I had a great surprise for you. But I totally forgot.” Bijan asked again, “What kind of surprise, Ani?” Ani stood up and said, “Just a minute, dadabhai. I will come.” Saying this he entered hurriedly into his room. Bijan looked at me surprisingly. But I couldn’t help him. I was totally amazed like him actually. After a while, Ani returned back to us. And this time he had something in his hand. Seeing that thing, Bijan literally jumped on his feet. Because Ani was holding a bottle of alcohol. I knew Bijan drinks alcohol. But he used to drink occasionally. And today he had his own reason to drink. I don’t like him drinking at all because after drinking he became out of control. And then I only have to manage Him. And didn’t want to make any fuss before Ani but I afraid I won’t be able to resist Bijan. Ani said, “Look, dadabhai, what I have for you.” Bijan said in a cheerful voice, “Wow Ani, I love it.” Ani nodded his head and replied, “I know. That’s why I bring it only for you. I could not be able to join your wedding. Today I want to celebrate properly with both of you.” I replied quickly, “Um, Ani. Sorry but I don’t drink. Actually, I can’t tolerate the smell. If I try to do so, I will surely vomit.” Listening me Ani seemingly became sad in a flash. He said to me, ”Please boudi, don’t spoil the spirit. I have bring this to enjoy both of you.” I told him explaining, “I know that very well, Ani. But I really can’t. But don’t lose your hope, buddy. You two enjoy yourselves. I’ll join you. But I won’t drink.” Ani could understand my point and said, “But boudi…” Now Bijan forcibly stopped him. “Don’t force her, Ani. If she doesn’t like to drink, it’s ok. Let’s enjoy us in our way.” At last Ani agreed. I said, “You two go and sit into our balcony. I will serve you, guys.” Ani and Bijan went away.

We have a small balcony in our resident. There was a small sitting arrangements for Bijan and me. Sometimes we have snacks and tea in the evening while talking with each other. They both went and sit there. I gave them glasses, ice and some snacks too. Ani opened the bottle and poured into two glasses. And added some ice to it. They had their glass. But before Bijan went to sip in his glass, I told him, “Bijan, please stay in your limit.” Ani stopped me by saying, “Boudi, please don’t resist him tonight.” I said, “Okay guys, let’s enjoy yourselves.” Ani asked me surprisingly, “Won’t you join us?” I said, “I will. Let me change my saree first.” He said, “Okay, carry on. I will wait for you.” I came back to our bedroom. I had a weird feeling in my mind. I wanted to wear anything for Ani only. I wore a pink chiffon saree with a matching sleeveless blouse. Bijan gifted me this saree on our first ever marriage anniversary. I didn’t wear it before. I had bra and panty properly underneath the saree and blouse. I wore the saree well below my navel. The saree was dbangd over my body showed off my heavy bosoms and deep cleavage. One could clearly and easily see my well maintained famine figure under that transparent saree. I didn’t want to do heavy makeup. So I touched up a little. I put a maroon shade matte gloss lipstick on my lips. I combed my hair and tied to make a lose bun in the end. I wore a thin necklace around my neck. After looking at myself carefully in the mirror for a while, I came out from the bedroom. I reached to the balcony. I saw, during this time Bijan had finished almost four to five pegs. But Ani was having his drink very slowly. He might have his second peg, I presume. "It's a little late to get ready. Have you mind, Ani?" I said with a soft smile. In the flickering lights coming from outside, Ani looked at me. For a moment, he was seemingly so stunned seeing me, that he could not utter a word. Rather he kept looking at me mesmerizingly. Clearly he was trying to enjoy my gorgeous body with his look. I felt so strange. I looked back into the eyes of Ani. I realized in that very moment that I had also started enjoying his attraction to me. Smiling at him, I snapped my fingers before his eyes and said, “Waky, waky, li’ll boy!!” He got back to reality in a flash. He managed himself too quickly and passed a little smirk back to me. Ani gave me a chair. He pulled a small stool from the corner of the balcony and sat down, almost touching my body. Ani and I were on the opposite side of Bijan. He continuously gazing at both of us, especially on Ani. Ignoring him right then, I teased Ani a little. “Where had you gone, Ani?” He sipped into his glass a little and replied, “Nowhere, boudi. I never see you like this before. So I got surprised.” I teased him more, “Like how? Am I not looking pretty enough?” He leaned to me and whispered at my ear, “You are looking far more than that, believe me, boudi. You can bet for that surely.”

Suddenly Bijan said, “Ani, do you know, your boudi can sing so sweetly. Ask her to sing a song.” Ani replied, “Is that so? In that case, you have to sing a song, for me, my lady!” I blushed a little. I replied, “Oh, Ani, don’t believe your dadabhai at all. I am mere a bathroom singer.” Hearing me Ani winked at me and said, “Then, please come out from the bathroom for me. And please sing a song.” I was so surprised to see his flirting skill. He was best in his way. I was convinced. And started singing. Our party got heated in no time. I usually sing quite well. My voice sounded unearthly beautiful in such a magical environment in the midst of that half-darkness. I completed the song. Quickly Ani requested me to sing another. I started singing again. It went on. At the end of each song, Ani would push Bijan forward a peg. As the night progressed, their voices started to rise. All the blabbering and nonsensical chat started to seem normal. I saw Ani was doing a lot of flirting with me and occasionally placing his hand lightly over my open shoulder many times. I didn’t bother for that at all. Suddenly Bijan started telling his stories from college and college life. He told about his darkest fantasies to Ani. Gradually, the events of his college life began to repeat themselves, and I thought with time they become darker and darker. Soon Ani joined him too. He was talking about various sex scandals of many heroines in a very raw manner. I started to feel embarrassment hearing those wild stories. "If you guys continue to be such a nuisance, I'll go back," at last I stood up in a feigned anger, and then happened a mishap. When Ani sat down next to me with a stool, the stool leg got stuck on the end of pleats of my saree. As soon as I stood up, the pleats fell off my body. My proud bosoms, deep cleavage, protruding nipples and folds of my body were all exposed in a flash. All of their four eyes were glued to every movement of my body. I flinched a little in a misbalance. Then, like an idiot, I leaned over Ani and started pulling on my pleats under of his stool. They both were silently enjoying my momentary nakedness. With each jerk, my boobs slowly protruded and slipped past the tight binding of my sleeveless blouse. After trying for a while, I gave up and stood straight. I was sweating like a hell. All my clothes were wet and slippery with sweat. The blue designer bra inside is clearly visible to them. The sweaty bosoms and the area around the navel are sparkling in the dim light. “Bijan, Ani please...don't look at me like that. Help me, guys...please!!!”, suddenly I said in a loud and tearful voice. They gained their consciousness back soon. Bijan stood up straight and pulled the stool away from Ani. Ani stumbled and fell literally over me from the stool. The hem of my beautiful saree has become frayed. And a little bit more is left to tear. I caught and hold Ani from falling over the floor. The whole body weight of him was on me. I could sense his face and his hot breathe over my chest. By which I was more sweating. Then Ani stood up and grabbed me from behind my neck. Before I could know anything, he lowered a hand over my shoulder and onto my chest. I could not stop myself but made a sound like a moan. "Ani, what are you...", Both of us fumbled a little. Bijan looked at Ani and took a giant leap and came in front of him. By the mean time I sensed Ani's right hand had entered into my blouse and crushed my left tit slightly. And he was holding my bare navel with his other hand. Bijan tried to pull Ani off me. And due to this pulling, Ani’s hand got stuck and three top buttons of my blouse got torn. And my bra started to be well visible from inside my torn blouse. As Ani is healthier than Bijan, so he failed to pull Ani aside. Instead, Ani controlled himself and stood straight from my chest. As soon as he loosened his hand from my neck, I fall down on the floor with a loud thud. Ani picked me up by the legs in a flash. There was no major injury from the outside. But I got hurt on my legs and inner thighs in this process. Liquor spilled from the bottle in Bijan’s hand and soaked my saree. I could not help but vomit from the smell. I could not stop myself from doing so. I felt slightly dizzy for vomiting.

The party was over. I somehow managed to wrap the saree around myself and tried walking towards the room on my crooked legs. But I failed to do so miserably. I could sense a huge pain in my leg. I sat on the floor once again. Ani picked me up from the floor into his arms. I was like a trance in Ani’s arms. I reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck. He quickly glanced at my face, but didn’t utter anything. I was too silent. He held me like a baby in his arms. He carried me to our bedroom and made me lie down on our bed. Bijan followed us and entered into the bedroom. While I was lying down, Bijan came near me took off my saree and threw it in a corner of the bedroom. There was quite a bit of space around my both elbows, to get rid of the bruises. Ani brought some medicines and band-aids in first aid box. Bijan took out two of them and applied them to my elbows. He sat next to me on the bed and started rubbing my head sweetly. We all were shocked very much for this sudden incident. Bijan suddenly noticed that three buttons of my blouse were torn due to Ani’s misbalance. Bijan unbuttoned the other two buttons and moved the blouse to the sides. My blouse also had soaked by alcohol. Bijan helped me to put it off. My fully exposed, fair boobs were somehow stuck to the bra straps. Through the net of the designer blue bra, a hint of my light brown nipples could be easily seen. They both saw several scratches where the tit groove on the left side entered the bra. The scratches were also inside. Suddenly Bijan gently kissed my chest and nipples and caressed me. I wanted to hug him back tightly and fill him with lots of love and caress. But at the presence of Ani, I could not do so. I was lying on bed half naked before Ani. I should feel shame for that. But I did not feel that. Ani said several times, “boudi please please...forgive me...this was an accident...I didn’t do it intentionally…I never want to hurt you.” I showed him my hand and asked him to calm down. I said, “I know that very well, Ani. Don’t blame yourself at all. It was nothing other than an accident. Don’t blame yourself. I am perfectly fine as before.” I pulled a thin sheet up to my neck to cover a little bit.

Ani asked Bijan almost in a whisper, "Any major injuries?" He nodded his head and told, “I don’t think so.” Ani asked once again "And did you check her legs?" Bijan once again nodded, “You are right, Ani. Her knee could also be injured. We should call in a doctor". Ani said, “No, let me check first.” He came to my feet and pulled the sheet away up to my waist. Then in a flash, he pulled the sheet up to my knees. Neither Bijan, nor I didn't get a chance to interrupt or feel embarrassed. We all saw that both of my thighs were really bruised. Ani muttered, “I need to apply some ice immediately, otherwise she won’t be able to walk tomorrow due to the pain” Bijan shook his head and said from near his neck, “I’ll get it from the fridge”. Bijan left the room in a hurry. As Bijan exited from the room, Ani asked me shyly “Boudi, did I touch your chest?” I shook my head slightly and moved the sheet away from my chest and pointed at the bruises. Ani started shaking his head with a squeaking sound. He pulled the sheet back and looked at me and said, “Boudi, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think that it will happen. Please forgive me.” I could say something to Ani, in the meantime Bijan brought two ice packs into the room. Ani took them from Bijan and he sat on the bed and gently placed the packs on my thighs. I woke up a little due to pain and raised my knees a little higher. The rolled-up petticoat rose a little higher. Ani could probably see my panty because I saw that his eyes were fixed on that. I knew very well that from where he was sitting, my deep blue colored panty could be seen through the gap between my legs. I had bought it from mall some days before. It was a bit stylish and narrow. I saw Ani holding the ice pack on my thighs with one hand and gently stroking the soft flesh of my smooth thighs with the other hand. I saw Ani, almost forgetting about the ice pack, trying to fill the lower part of my thighs and the space between my thighs with his both hands. He had rolled up the petticoat all the way to my waist. The panty was now clearly visible. Ani was a little taken aback by the sight of Bijan. Then he suddenly got up and opened the balcony door. He said, “Dadabhai, you should go and relax to the balcony. I’ll apply ice packs to her legs." The man's courage is amazing. He was taking my advantage in front of my husband and then opened the door in his face and told him to leave the room behind. Bijan got up from the chair. He was going to tell him something, but before that I grabbed his clothes by the waist. I saw that he was looking towards me with a surprised view. I begged him to go out of the bedroom with my eyes. He looked at me end Ani and then nodded his head silently. He went to the balcony. He sat on the chair took his glass silently and closed the door behind him. Now in the bedroom I and Ani were all alone. (Contd.)

[Next Update is on on Thursday (19.06.25) 11 am]