Adultery Awaited desires - Completed

[Haran000]

12. Fantasy 

My mind, a restless sea of imagination last week, was suddenly calmed by my sister-in-law's unexpected announcement: she was going to the temple. But even as the words settled, a storm of desire brewed within me. I craved to kiss her, to my heart's content, especially when Peddamma, wasn't around.

I fantasized about biting her lips like rose petals—kissing the swan-like curve of her neck, enticing the Veena-like grace of her waist. My lips yearned to make her milky cheeks tingle, my fingertips to caress her lotus-like thighs to their fill. I wanted to prostrate myself at her anklets, my lips pressed against them. And through it all, I longed to hear the low hum of her sweet passion, a cuckoo's song in my ears, her fragrance becoming my very breath.

This tapestry of desire, however, remained woven only in my mind. It didn't happen, and those unfulfilled longings lingered, a persistent echo in my imagination.

Then, Thursday finally arrived.

Without a word to my elder brother, I skipped college. He left, oblivious, and I dropped Ved at college before returning home. Peddamma had already bathed and was ready for the temple. My sister-in-law, meanwhile, was preparing payasam. As I headed to my room, she asked why I'd skipped college, and I simply mumbled, "Nothing." After my own bath, she offered me a bowl of vermicelli payasam. I took it, settling into the hall to eat and watch TV.

By the time I'd finished my payasam, she emerged from her room, fresh from her bath, wrapped in a nightie. A wet towel, turban-like, encased her hair. Right before my eyes, that graceful woman moved towards Peddamma, her Veena-like curves swaying with each step. The soft jingle of her anklets accompanied her movement, setting my nerves alight, ready to dance. She continued on, disappearing into the back of the house.

"Chinnoda," Peddamma called, "did you eat? Shall we go to the temple?"

"Peddamma, yes… let’s go. Wait, I’ll get the bike."

"Okay, go… I’ll tell vadhina and come out."

I went to get the bike. Perhaps she was shaking her hair at the back of the house, her wet tresses flowing as she came to the front with Peddamma. I kicked the bike to life, helped Peddamma settle on, caught a glimpse of my sister-in-law’s moon-like face in the side mirror, and rode off.

At the temple, we prayed, took holy water and prasad, and Peddamma settled in the mandapam courtyard.

"Peddamma, I'll go and come back at twelve."

"Okay, go… I don’t have a phone, Chinnoda. If Nikhila Akka comes, I’ll tell her to call you, otherwise, you come after twelve."

"Yes, okay, I’ll come."

Since learning to ride a bike, I had never ridden so fast. I sped home, adrenaline coursing through me. I dismounted, parked the bike, and took a deep, steadying breath. No, I couldn't rush this. I had seen enough family dramas with Sreekanth and Jagapati Babu. The heroes in those films, with children around, always played it cool, walked slowly, cornered the heroine in the kitchen, engaged her in conversation, and then asked for a kiss! I had to follow their lead.

Quietly, I closed the gate, making barely a sound. I left my slippers two feet from the doorway and walked into the house like a predatory tiger.

Silence. No sign of my sister-in-law.

Perhaps she was in the bathroom. I closed the main door and crept into my brother's room. Still no sound from the bathroom.

As I turned, something soft brushed against my chest. My passion ignited. I wrapped my arms around the beauty that had embraced me.

"I knew you would come, you thief," Sandhya whispered.

Even though she had bathed, I savored the scent of sweat, a sweet aroma of her cooking, on her neck, and kissed her.

"Mmm… Is this why you skipped college today?" she murmured.

"What else can I do, Vadina," I whispered back, "It’s not about opportunities coming, all I know is creating opportunities."

She lifted her head, her eyes burning with desire. I bent down and kissed her nose. She rose on her toes; I lowered my head. Her grip tightened at the back of my head, and I lifted her, cradling her Veena-like waist. The same sweetness, the same passion enveloped us. Our warm breaths mingled as our lips met in a thick, fervent kiss. Small, tender kisses followed.

As I unbuttoned my shirt, I held her cheeks, my lips tracing her upper lip. "Earlier, I had doubts," she confessed, her voice husky, "I wondered if you would come. I knew after hearing the bike sound."

"The privilege of worshipping you is greater than seeing God, Vadina," I murmured, my right palm cupping the jackfruit-like mound below her waist. I continued kissing her neck, and she began to hum sweet melodies in my ear.

"Iss… Do whatever you want in an hour…" she breathed.

I licked the soft flesh of her neck.

"Ahh…"

She pulled my shirt down. I released my hands. She kissed my heart, her fingers gently caressing my chest. My right hand moved from her "jackfruit" to the "mango" she was rubbing against my chest. My fingertips, veiled by the thin, soft fabric of her nightie, pierced her gbang-like breast through the layers of cotton.

"Are you going there already?" she whispered, her voice laced with a playful gasp.

"There are still many peaks and valleys to travel, Vadina," I replied, my voice raspy. "If I have to do all that in an hour, I have to hurry." Yes, I was rushing. I didn't know why, but not only did I have a foul mouth, I also ate a lot of sweets. I was a sugar addict. Not a disease, but a mess.

I squeezed the "mango" in my palm.

"Abbah," she moaned softly.

I pulled the nightie down from her shoulder. She silently allowed me, and I pulled it further, until half of the fruit basket was revealed. The first fruit, a small "gbang," gleamed like a silver pot, wet with sweat. She took her hand out of the nightie sleeve. I let go of it and placed my handprints on the soft surface of the fruit, measuring its juiciness as I squeezed it. My sister-in-law's body trembled sweetly.

"Ahh… Hari."

I didn't want hard kernels from the temple. I wanted my sister-in-law's milky coconut. I looked into her eyes. She gazed back at me, a mixture of love, lust, desire, and intoxication swirling in their depths. swallowed, sweat trickling down her forehead, a little flustered. She brushed my hair back from my forehead and shyly lowered her face.

I slid my hand underneath, lifted it, and brought it to my mouth. I put it in my mouth and sucked it like coconut halwa. She held my head, pressing me closer. As I played with it with my tongue, she moaned, writhing in my grip.

"Abba… If I had known you'd suck like this, I would have given you some milk, maridhee."

I grabbed her, wrapped my arms around her back, pressed her against me, and bit into the pulp of the milky coconut pulp in my mouth.

"Aaa… Abba… You rude donkey."

I let my saliva drip onto her lap and looked up. Again, I grabbed it and smeared my saliva on it. She looked at me in ecstasy and delight and pulled down the nightie on her right side too. The upper became naked. I grabbed the bottom of the basket, stopping the nightie at her waist, and hid her nakedness. I immersed my face in the beautiful valley of her silver milky coconut mountains. Sweat shimmered like icecaps.

Her scent, a mix of sweet sweat and something uniquely her, became my undoing. On that bed, soft as cotton and white as milk, I felt like I was adrift in the Milky Way, every nerve thrilling with a pleasure that bordered on madness.

My body was a horse ready for the ride, rising and throbbing with a lust I was sure my sister-in-law could sense.

"Hari..." Sandhya's voice was a soft sigh.

I varied the pressure and angle of my lips, raining kisses upon her.

"Mmmmmm... You've grown so fond of me, haven't you?" she murmured, her voice husky.

My lips found her left breast, biting and releasing, leaving a tell-tale red mark.

"Isss..."

"This isn't a new fondness, vadhina," I whispered, pulling back slightly.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her warmth a delicious friction against my cheeks.

"Ha.... I know," she replied, a knowing tone in her voice.

"Uh..." I couldn't form a coherent thought.

I took her breast into my mouth again, sucking gently. Her body trembled in my embrace.

"Ash... A little slower," she pleaded, but there was no real protest in her voice.

My sister-in-law's warmth, the intoxicating scent of her youth, and my own surging excitement—nothing could stop this. Like a frenzied puppy, I devoted myself to her beauty, my sister-in-law's sweet moans echoing in my ears.

She pressed my head down with her right hand. Following her unspoken command, I descended, burying my lips in her navel.

"Mmm..."

Releasing her waist, I moved my hands upwards, cupping both her breasts in my fists. She placed her hands over mine, squeezing gently. I squeezed back, harder.

"Abba... S... You'll crush me, you bad boy!" she gasped, half-laughing.

"Take your hands off, vadhina," I instructed, my voice thick with desire.

She complied, her hands falling away. She then caressed my head. I squeezed again, this time with a tender touch.

"Mmm ha... Did you measure them, ah... You're squeezing them just right."

"Yours are just right, vadhina, exactly as they should be to a beauty in ripe age," I affirmed, my voice a low rumble.

"Mmm..."

My left hand squeezed her right breast while my right hand pulled her nighty down past her waist. Her soft belly, pale as warm butter, gleamed before me. In its center, like a 25 paisa coin, was a tiny, dimpled Karimnagar balushah. The sight of it made my taste buds leap, yearning for its sweetness.

I kissed that small belly button, and she shivered, gripping my head. I continued to suckle on that 'raisin' with my lips. Sandhya must have been biting her lips, swaying with the sensation. I extended my tongue, poking it into the dimple of her 'balushah.'

"Aba... Your brother never even kissed it, you know," she breathed, her voice a mix of surprise and pleasure.

That confession fueled my excitement. I intensified my exploration, my tongue digging into her navel.

"Ah... Mmm.... Hari..."

I bit the soft skin below her navel, showering her with kisses, leaving my saliva as a testament to my fervor. The thrust of my tongue made her fleshy navel sway. I gripped that soft skin with my front teeth, biting gently. A jolt seemed to go through my sister-in-law, as she instinctively grabbed and squeezed my ears.

She seemed incapable of speech, and I, of leaving her body. We tumbled onto the bed together. I moved between her thighs, my lips still at her navel. My hands delved under the hem of her nighty, my fingers burrowing beneath her thighs, squeezing her buttocks, softer even than the cotton bed beneath us.

"Mmm... You're squeezing everywhere," she moaned.

"Hmm... If there's so much fat, squeezing is unavoidable, vadhina," I teased, my voice muffled against her.

"Mmmmm... So you saw me when I was delicate, what did you think of doing then?"

I moved up, stopping my chin before her face, and kissed her lower lip. "Back then, just looking at your beauty was enough. You used to be like a celestial angel, and I would worship you like a goddess."

"Hmm... And how am I now?" she asked, a playful challenge in her eyes.

I gripped the fold of her left waist between four fingers, squeezing gently.

"Sss... Tell me first...."

"Then you were a goddess of beauty, and seeing that beauty was a great fortune," I repeated.

She took my hand and placed it on her right 'pot.' I squeezed it, lifting it, then kissed her neck. "Now you've become a tempting Rati Devi (sexgoddess). Just seeing you isn't enough. I must worship you."

She kissed me, her lips soft against mine. "How will you worship? What will you do?"

Looking into her eyes with a smile, I reached her feet and held both her soles against my cheeks. She tried to pull her legs back, but I held them firmly. I kissed her big toes. 

Playfully, she put that toe into my mouth, laughing softly. I sucked and kissed it, a thrill running through me. Gradually, I ascended, kissing her legs, passing her knees, and reaching her thighs.

The nighty, now a crumpled mass, only covered her waist and her secret 'bell.' I lustfully kissed her soft thighs, like corn cobs smeared with cream. She silently gestured for me to come up, holding my head. I obeyed her unspoken command and moved upward.

With her right hand, she reached into my pants, caressing the ready 'mane of the horse.'

"Don't be nervous. I'll teach you," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

She unzipped me. I took her hand, brought it up, and placed it on my back. "I know, vadhina."

"Aha....." she scoffed playfully, her hand moving down again, unbuttoning my pants. Her hand slipped inside my underwear, like searching for a cowrie in a nest, caressing my 'tube' and rubbing my 'balls' with her fingertips. That touch stole my breath, a wave of pleasure washing over me.

"Hah..." I gasped.

She played with them with three fingers, and I started to tremble.

"Vadhina, stop!" I pleaded, though my body betrayed my words.

She grabbed my neck with her left hand, lifted my head, and claimed my lips in a deep kiss. During the kiss, she pulled out my bamboo,' measuring it with her palm lines. I moaned blissfully into her mouth, sucking her lips, then moved my tongue over her lips, licking her cheeks.

"Hari..."

She released me and slid her hand inside her nighty on the right side, pulling the underwear band up to her thigh, revealing it to my gaze. Seeing the black band, my hands moved of their own accord. I pushed away her hand, grabbed the band, and pulled it down. The left side band also slipped down slightly. I held both sides and pulled them down to below her knees. She freed one leg, spreading her thighs in a silent invitation.

I tore off my own pants, not even registering where they landed. My sister-in-law closed her eyes, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she became shy at my nakedness. I got back onto the bed, positioning my knees between her thighs, leaned over her, and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes, her pupils joining with mine.

I held her nighty, moving it up towards her navel. Below the white, milky hill of her stomach, a pink 'lake' glowed like a lotus flower, wet with her juices.

"Don't just look like that, do something,... I'm going crazy down there."


As Vadhina sighed deeply, not being to stop, i moved the horse near her lotus pond. As it touched there she had shivered with ringing rage of tingles through her thighs. 

“ mmm... ” she left heavy moan biting her lower lip. 

Feeling as if whole body weight is centring to the thighs, i bent my knees to press myself against her velvet petals. 

Vadhina squeezing her thighs a little as a reaction of jolt she felt with my touch, “ aah hari... ” a loud sweet sweet moan escaped her lips.

While rubbing on her wet petals teasing a bit, felt the fevery warmth of her deep steams of lust.

Sandhya grabbed my hand tightly gripping and said, “ don't play hari... Please put it in .. ”, she requested sweetly.

With building excitement, my thoughts got blurry. 

I can hear waterpump motor started in neighbouring nikhila sister's home. I think it takes atleast fifteen minutes to fill that water tank on the roof.

Vadhina forwarded her right hand into my thighs and caught me in her soft fingers.

“ push it maridhee”, she gave me the direction. 

I followed as if she is the one who rules over me. I am the slave of her beauty. 

I obeyed my queens ordeal. 

My red shining mushroom got vanished into her red wet petals.

“ aaaahhhhhh.... ”, sandhya let a cry with my push.

It's hard enough for me to enter inside her. 

I respected her Honey with my hot shaft, started entering even deepen slowly into those velvet walls. 

Sandhya eyes shut, thighs shivered, moaned in a submissive craving manner. “ aah... Wait dear .. issss ”

Couldn't, just couldn't. Tearing the velvet walls, reached the depth of her honey pond.

Trembling with tremors of nerve sensations, “ aaaah... ”, she made a heaving scream. 

Pulled me over her, started smooching my lips. 

“ mmmm ... Mmm... ” all that we would utter. 

As I left her lips, “ is that it, Vadhina? ”, i asked innocently a glean in my eyes.

“ mmm...  ”, she nodded with ecstasy.

As I stepped into the small, murky, nectar-filled pond, it bound my thighs with lotus strings.

I started moving in a swift. Tearing her inner walls with my meaty sword.

Even though there's a two inches still remaining outside the side walls that might cause harm if I enter. Vadhina felt small in front my stature. 

“ aahh... .mm.. ”, she let out moans as I continued the dance. 

Scratching my back with her nails, she caught under me like a trembling fish. 

Never showing mercy on her lotus pot, I just kept stabbing it with my penis.

She felt short of breath, “ ah... Hari slowdown... Oh no ”

I pulled a bit of mine outside, I got showered with a white juice, in next second again shoved it in.

“ aaah... ”, she exclaimed.

I gave two more hard shots.

“ oh my god.... You're spoiling me... ”, vadhina shouted hardly under me.

“mmm”, i noted with a deep breath.

Sandhya caressing my cheeks, “ you got into depths, that your brother never stepped dear ”, she pouted naughtiness.

“ shall I swim more then ” I asked proudly 

Vadhina permitted with small satisfactory, “mmm ”.

Our intertwined breaths, the rhythm of our bodies, the motor's hum transforming into music, joined by my sister-in-law's moans of "Ahh... ss... Ahh... ss" as a vocal harmony – I listened to that song with all my ears and increased the speed of the sex ride.

Like the sound of hooves, the rhythm of our intertwined bodies began its own Mridangam beat.

Tightly grasped the curves of her "Veena," and her vertical lips giving blowjob for my bamboo flute, as I intensified the drumbeat on that swelling waist fat.

Her breath coughing with each tremor. I can see how erotic her facial expressions were while I'm fucking to the core.

“ aah .. aah abba... Oh god... ”, that's all she kept yelling while I'm fucking. 

“ shut up Vadhina, please ”, i closed her mouth a hand.


The rhythm ignited a passionate frenzy within me, driving my excitement and rage to scale the stars. Reaching the peak, I began a furious drumming. My sister-in-law cried out, 'Ah...ss...amm...ss,' creating a symphony of moans. To celebrate planting my flag, I unleashed a torrent of semen into her honey-filled hive.

From there, happily and breathlessly, I sank into the heavenly clouds and fell, tired, onto my sister-in-law's heart. She affectionately hugged and kissed me, putting me to sleep. I closed my eyes blissfully, smelling the scent of sweat.


The drone of the motor ceased, and Sandhya, my sister-in-law, gently nudged me aside. She slipped off the bed, her movements fluid as she donned her full nightie. Then, with a quiet grace, she picked up the panty I’d set aside and put it on.

“I’ll wake you at twelve,” she murmured, her voice soft. “You’re going to Peddamma’s, remember?”

I reached for her hand, pulling her back down to me. “You lie down next to me too.”

She hesitated, her gaze drifting. “I have to cook. What will I tell Auntie if she comes?”

A playful grin touched my lips. “Tell her you fulfilled her younger son’s wish.”

“Oh! Is there anything else you want?” Sandhya teased, a hint of laughter in her eyes.

“Haha…”

She settled onto my thighs, leaning into me, her arms wrapping around my back. “Just one fear,” she confessed, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We won’t get caught, will we?”

“We’ve already done it,” I countered, pulling her closer. “Why be afraid now?”

“No matter what, what we’re doing is wrong, isn’t it?” Her voice was tinged with a familiar guilt.

I tightened my embrace, holding her close. “Forget all that.”

“Hmm.”

I found myself wondering, why did she give me this opportunity without fear, even though she felt it was wrong? Had she developed feelings for me, or was it simply to fulfill my desire?

“Hari…” she began, her voice barely a whisper.

“Hmm…”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Tell me, Vadina,” I prompted, my gaze fixed on hers.

She swayed shyly, avoiding my eyes.

“Tell me,” I urged again, a soft smile on my face.

“Not with my husband, I felt more pleasure with my maridhee,” she confessed, her voice almost inaudible.

That was all I needed. I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her deeply.

“My sister is very lucky, Hari,” she sighed as we broke apart.

“Sister means your pussy?” I asked, confused.

She playfully slapped my chin. “Chee, naughty. Sister means my co-sister-in-law. Your future wife.”

“Haha… Did you like her that much?” I chuckled.

“Hmm…”

“We have another half an hour,” I mused, a mischievous glint in my eye. “What should we get into action one more time?”

She sat up, a shake of her head. “No, that’s enough.”

I sat up too, resting my head on her shoulder, idly playing with her hair. My left hand instinctively found its way behind me, cupping myself. Even with half its strength, it began to stir, filling with blood at the mere touch.

“Is there anything else you want to ask, Hari?” she asked, her voice laced with a knowing amusement.

I looked directly at her, and she turned her face away, a blush rising to her cheeks.

“Vadina, why?” I pressed.

She struggled for words. “What do you mean, why?”

“Exactly,” I clarified. “Why did you do this?”

“I don’t know, Hari,” she admitted, her voice soft. “Being with you all this time, I developed feelings not just for him, but for you too. I really liked the way you looked at me. When you slept next to me, even if you were innocent, this desire grew in me.”

I gently turned her face back towards me. She responded by hugging me tightly.

“Letting you put your hand on me gave me a pleasure that wasn’t there with your brother,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. “Even though it felt wrong at first, I really liked holding your hands and pressing them when you were asleep.”

I kissed her cheek, my heart pounding.

“I used to think,” she continued, “what’s wrong with having two husbands, you and him?”

Two husbands? I wondered, a surprised expression on my face. Seeing my reaction, she kissed my chin playfully.

“Yes, Hari,” she affirmed. “I don’t know what to say. I liked everything: you appreciating my cooking, you staring at me, talking and teasing me, making me laugh, respecting me, and also being mischievous with me.”

Again, I gently laid her back down, pulled up her nightie, and was about to push my aroused self between her thighs. She stopped me, her hand resting firmly on my stomach.

“No, that’s enough,” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

I looked into her eyes, silent, my desire evident.

Hesitantly, Sandhya whispered, “I think it’s better to use a condom.”

I backed away, understanding. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to sit on my thighs.

“Create another opportunity sometime, Hari,” she pleaded, her eyes earnest. “We don’t want to get into trouble.”

I kissed her lips, a deep, lingering kiss. “I really liked your fantasy, Vadina.”

“What?” she asked, a confused frown on her face.

“The one about two husbands,” I clarified, a smile playing on my lips.

She giggled shyly, her cheeks flushing.

“Okay then,” she said, pulling away, “go to Peddamma’s; I have to cook.”

“Vadina,” I asked, “when does Anna leave tomorrow?”

“He’ll go after duty in the evening and will be back by Saturday afternoon,” she replied.

“Hmm…”

She leaned in and kissed my nose. “I’ll make you sleep next to me tomorrow. But only putting your hands on me.”

“Okay…” I agreed, a soft smile touching my lips. “Just sleeping next to you is enough for me.”

“Put on your clothes, you’re not like you were as a kid, you donkey,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Haha… Okay.”

A while later, fully dressed and feeling refreshed after splashing water on my face, I headed to the temple.

 “It’s okay if any fantasy doesn’t go overboard.”

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