03-07-2025, 09:00 AM
The air crackled with unspoken desires. "Do you want me to open it?" Asha's voice was a soft whisper, a challenge veiled in an innocent question.
My response was immediate, an echo of the tension building between us. "How do you expect me to fulfill your desire without opening it?"
A soft giggle escaped her, and she took a step back, her eyes dancing with playful anticipation. As I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, letting them fall, she mirrored my actions with a swiftness that belied her earlier shyness, her skirt and panties pooling at her feet.
She settled before me, legs folded, utterly exposed. The sight of her, unadorned, was breathtaking. I had no idea if the celestial nymphs of legend—Rambha, Urvashi, Menaka—were truly as beautiful, but in that moment, Asha's curves were a revelation, a vision that could surely ignite jealousy in even the most divine. Her form was exquisite, utterly captivating.
My gaze lingered on her thighs, gleaming like they were sculpted from the very essence of the ocean of milk. A fresh surge of desire pulsed through me. I pulled down my zipper, freeing myself from the confines of my pants, and as my lower wear dropped, a resounding thud accompanied its release. Asha gasped, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and awe at the sight of me. Noticing my gaze upon her, a blush crept up her neck, and she quickly averted her face.
I leaned forward, my fingers brushing against her thighs. A tremor ran through her. Gently, I stroked her left thigh, from knee to hip, and she shivered in response. My hand continued its descent, softly cupping her buttocks, then squeezing.
"Ahh... Mmm..." Asha's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Moving closer, I guided myself, inserting into her, between her legs. Her right hand reached out, her fingers tentatively stroking me. A delicious tingle shot through me. I pushed a little further, and her fingers tightened around me.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice laced with incredulity. "Did you pierce sister with this the other day? How did she bear it?"
"Why wouldn't she bear it?" I countered, a smirk playing on my lips.
"It doesn't even fit in my hand," she mused, her voice laced with wonder. "How did it even get inside?"
I bent down, pressing a kiss to her neck. She swayed beneath me, consumed by passion. "I'll show you how it went in," I murmured against her skin, "but first, there's something you need to show me."
"I'm shy," she demurred, a hint of playfulness in her tone.
"You said you left your shyness behind?"
As I leaned in closer, my body aligned with hers. She kneaded me with her fingers, swinging it tantalizingly before her breasts. Then, she spread her folded thigh, revealing herself fully. I lowered my head and looked. Not a single dark hair, just a glistening, honeyed haven nestled within what seemed like the petals of a red lotus.
I kissed her neck, then trailed my lips downwards, inch by inch, past her navel, until suddenly, my mouth pressed against her. She jolted, her hips arching as if struck by a sudden storm.
"Ahhh...." A guttural cry escaped her. Her fingers dug into my hair, gripping tightly. I gave another kiss. Her wetness began to dampen my lips, and at that sweet scent, my lust flared. I scbangd her with my front teeth. She pushed herself into my mouth, convulsed, and then fell back.
"Amma..." Her voice was a soft exhalation.
I moved back, kissing her right calf, and with each lingering kiss, she writhed and trembled.
I brought her thighs together, placing my face between them, kissing them back and forth.
"Ooh... Come up, brother-in-law." Her voice was breathy, laced with impatience.
"Your thighs are like sweet corn cobs," I teased, my voice thick with desire. "I want to bite and eat them, Asha."
"Hmm... Do the main thing first, brother-in-law," she urged, her voice a low murmur. "You can chew on those later."
As I moved over her, I rested the keen edge of my heated sword between her lotus petals.
"Isss... Be careful, you might crush me." A soft warning.
"If you come and lie under me, saying 'don't crush me,' then how?"
I rubbed myself against her swollen, erect clitoris. Her clit swelled and protruded, reacting to the heat. She gripped my shoulders, biting her lip, a low moan escaping her.
"Mmmm...."
Her facial expressions fueled my lust. Again, I moved myself against her lips. They trembled so much, and I felt that tremor entering me.
"Isss mmm... Put it in, don't tease me."
"But you have to open the door for me to come inside..." I teased her for the third time.
"Ahh, okay, okay." She spread her legs wide in surrender. I leaned forward, my left hand on the bed beside her right, my right hand stroking myself.
She looked at me, leaned up, pushed my hand aside, and took hold of me herself, stroking me with soft fingers. She scratched the glans with her thumb and played with my testicles with her left hand. New shivers ran through my waist nerves. Monica had never done this.
Holding me fully with both hands, she swung me as she moved back, and I climbed on top, aiming myself at her entrance. She guided me, pulling me towards the entrance. I stepped in and pushed an inch. My glans, wet with both our juices, pushed her lips aside and went inside.
With her eyes closed, Asha whispered, "Aaah..."
I pushed forward with my thighs, letting them move on their own. Her wet muscles parted, making way for me. Her body was incredibly tight; I went in about halfway, and suddenly, "Amma... Aaa..." she screamed. I pulled back a little.
I bent down and kissed her nipple.
"Push it a little slower," she pleaded.
"Yours is getting too tight."
"It's like that when you're inside me."
I moved my hips again and pushed slowly. Her body was seething inside, giving me an exquisite itch.
"Aaah...." I moved back and forth.
"Uff... I'm shaking, brother-in-law. My husband can't even last in front of you."
Her words filled me with a surge of pride, and I intensified my movements.
"Hmm... More."
I lay on top, my thighs bumping against hers.
"Abbaa Mmmm..." she mumbled in a low voice, unconsciously lifting her hips a little.
Her wetness must have increased, making it easier to penetrate fully. As I pressed my knees into the bed and thrust, my thighs made sounds. My pubic hair pricked her smooth mound, sending shivers through her. My stiff testicles rubbed and kissed her buttocks where her body met them.
She put her hands on my buttocks and pulled me closer. I kissed her trembling lips, exulting in the moment. Placing my left hand on the bed for support, I passionately squeezed her left breast with my right hand, riding on her.
Swallowing her lip, Asha murmured, "Mmmm... You're really crushing me."
Her passion surged, her breathing quickened, and she moaned as thick juices from her mound flowed onto the bed with my thrusts. Her moans, combined with a squelching sound like a broken dam emanating from between our bodies, excited me immensely.
I lifted her right leg and increased my pace. As my balls thumped, she spread her thighs further, cooperating. I rubbed against her walls, releasing her intoxicating juice. She trembled like a tender leaf, closing her eyes and gripping my hand tightly, pushing back against me. The pressure her muscles exerted on me made me feel like she was about to reach orgasm. This fueled my arousal, and I thrust with clenched hips.
"Hahh... Aash..." My own moans escaped me. As I breathed and moved, her wetness overflowed. Myself, drenched in that wetness, was deliciously swallowing it with a "kass kass" sound.
Asha suddenly rose, grabbed my neck, pulled me on top of her, and violently, passionately, thrust her hips back, trembling. Her nails scratched my shoulders. I continued to thrust into her flowing honey.
"Aaah aa... Mmm..." she moaned.
"Mmm..." I responded. My testicles filled and swelled, creating an itch at the tip. It felt like it would burst the next moment.
"Ahh... It feels so good, what kind of fucking is this, ahh... don't stop."
"I won't."
"Ahh... Make me yours, do anything to me, I want this pleasure, mmm... let's continue, brother-in-law."
"Ah... Why do you feel this way about me?"
"When I've surrendered myself like this, what do you mean 'why'?" she retorted, her voice thick with desire. "You're satisfying my itch, aren't you?"
"Hahh... Just one?"
"How many will you do, my man?"
"As many as there are tonight."
"I'll be spoiled."
"Once you've entrusted it to me, I'll take care of it..."
I forcefully pushed myself deep into her belly. My glans trembled, squirting warm, thick semen into her depth.
"Hahh," I exhaled.
"Ahh, mmm..." she responded.
She kissed my face, then took my lips. We kissed deeply, and I continued to release all the juice, rubbing myself against her walls
"How much did you cum? It's all full."
Slowly getting up, I took out my now limp self and lay beside her. She leaned against me and hugged me. I squeezed her soft breasts, lifted my head, and sucked on her right breast. She again took hold of me and stroked the foreskin, playing with it.
"You have a strong itch," I remarked.
"If you were my husband, I wouldn't give your cock any rest, brother-in-law."
"You're this passionate? My wife would be saying 'Oh my!' by now."
"A wife and a mistress are not the same, brother-in-law."
She looked at me lustfully, went down, and licked me. Oh, what pleasure; my testicles floated in the air. I laughed.
"Why that laugh?" she asked.
"Nothing."
Asha put me in her mouth and started sucking. I came back to life in her mouth. As I held her hair and lifted buttocks to thrust, she sucked passionately. Her lips gripped the nerves of my shaft, sucking, and I saw heaven. She pulled down the skin, licked my glans, pulled it down further, licking the shaft, anointing it with her saliva.
"Are you going to make me cum like this, or let me fuck?"
"Cum like this once, brother-in-law, I'll drink your potent semen."
That surprised me. But this felt new. I got up and sat with my legs spread. She continued to suck. A "slurp, slurp" sound came from her sucking.
"Cluck, cluck," she murmured.
"Ahh... Why are you so eager?"
She took me out, came up, and kissed my chest. "Yours makes my mouth water, my cheating man."
I looked into her eyes with lust, her breasts swaying, touching me. She saw me looking, bent down, positioned my glans exactly between her breasts, and pressed them against my shaft with her hands.
I kissed her forehead. She pressed harder. Oh, my shaft swung comfortably between those soft breasts. She started swaying, her breasts accepting me. I also leaned back on the bed with my hands, lifting my hips a little, pressing myself against her chest, moving with her.
"Hah... I've never done this before."
"I'll make you do it, brother-in-law. You can make me do anything you want. Just use me like that."
"Like what?" I asked with a laugh.
"You know, like the abusive they say."
"No, nothing like that."
"How decent you are, brother-in-law. That's why I like you."
I got up, quickly turned her around, made her bend over, and spanked her hard on her buttocks.
"Ahh... Brother-in-law, why did you hit me like that?"
"You like my decency, right? Just showing it, spread your legs."
Agreeing, she spread her thighs. I held myself and pushed it into her with one thrust from behind. She swallowed me, thrusting her ass back.
"Amma... You pushed it in like that, what will happen to me?"
Without a moment's delay, I clenched her buttocks tightly and began thrusting.
"Ahh... Yes."
"Didn't you say something earlier?"
"Hah... Hmm... I will, mmm."
I increased my speed, thrusting hard. The bed was shaking along with us.
"Aaahh... My husband cums in three minutes and sleeps in a corner. Will you play for three rounds or something?"
"Only three?"
"So, how many will you do?"
"My cock won't come out of your pussy until you leave my house tonight."
"You'll kill me, brother-in-law."
"Looking at your figure, I want to fuck you without stopping."
"As you wish. My husband won't be back for a week, and until Monica sister comes, keep me."
I lay on top, thrusting like a dog from behind, taking her.
"Let's try everything in these four days."
"If you desire, this Asha will become your slave."
—
Asha became my slave, and I became hers; we both became slaves to each other. Those four days, and then two days the following week, sometimes we met elsewhere without Monica knowing. Another time, we did it in their backyard. Sometimes, even when Monica was there, she would suck my cock. It always felt new with her; what Monica gave me seemed less in every way. Many times, I thought I was cheating on Monica, and it was enough, but my desire for Asha never diminished, and a strong illicit bond formed between us.
One day, Asha came to our house to play with Sahith. The day before, even though Asha refused, I had made her suck my cock behind their compound wall, behind the banana tree. Everything was normal, but Sahith wasn't. As soon as Asha came and greeted him, he scrunched up his face and moved away.
"What happened, darling? Won't you talk to me?" Asha asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"You're a bad girl," Sahith declared loudly. "I won't talk to you."
"Oh, why?"
"You put Daddy's thing in your mouth, ew, bad girl..." he blurted out.
I was there, and Monica was there. I couldn't even imagine how shocked Monica was to hear that. I didn't even understand if he had seen what Asha and I did yesterday. Monica came towards me, burning with anger.
My heart sank instantly. I had no answer to the question she was about to ask. I didn't know what to do or how to face her. She came towards me, then suddenly changed direction towards Sahith.
She slapped Sahith's cheek.
"Amma..." he cried, tears welling in his eyes.
"You play games elsewhere, see all sorts of things, and then bring your father's name into it?" Monica's voice was sharp, laced with fury. "Why would Daddy be there, you foolish boy, go! No games today, do your homework," and she took him inside.
I didn't understand anything. Asha looked at me with the same surprise. I gestured for her to leave. She left, her face a mask of bewilderment.
I didn't speak until night. I knew Monica was annoyed with me. Sahith had to sleep. Once he slept, I didn't know what my situation would be. My knees were trembling. For any man, if he's caught by his mother or wife doing something wrong, cooking spatula is as good as broken.
She calmly put Sahith to sleep. I was in the hall, not knowing what to do, watching TV. She came and sat beside me. My heart was pounding.
"Mouni," I began, and before I could finish, she hit me on the nose with her right hand.
"Shame, no shame, you pervert rascal, ugh, ugh, how did you do this dirty thing?" Her voice was venomous.
I was shocked. "What?"
"Ugh, ugh, how did you do this bad thing?"
"Forgive me, Mouni," I pleaded, truly telling her, "she was the one who lured me."
"What do children know?" Monica’s voice was laced with bitter sarcasm. "Today he said it at home; if he says that outside somewhere else, what about our reputation? Ugh, ugh... And I'm still living with you, I'm foolish."
"I won't do it again," I vowed, my voice barely a whisper.
"You can flirt with her all you want, but if this matter comes out, I'll kill you and then myself."
She gave me another shock. "What?"
"It's your wish. Asha already told me. That it wasn't your fault. But she said she would keep you at a distance."
I didn't say anything, utterly defeated.
After a few days, Asha stopped coming to her maternal home. After some time, she told me to forget everything that happened between us, and I agreed. It remained a good memory for me.
My response was immediate, an echo of the tension building between us. "How do you expect me to fulfill your desire without opening it?"
A soft giggle escaped her, and she took a step back, her eyes dancing with playful anticipation. As I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, letting them fall, she mirrored my actions with a swiftness that belied her earlier shyness, her skirt and panties pooling at her feet.
She settled before me, legs folded, utterly exposed. The sight of her, unadorned, was breathtaking. I had no idea if the celestial nymphs of legend—Rambha, Urvashi, Menaka—were truly as beautiful, but in that moment, Asha's curves were a revelation, a vision that could surely ignite jealousy in even the most divine. Her form was exquisite, utterly captivating.
My gaze lingered on her thighs, gleaming like they were sculpted from the very essence of the ocean of milk. A fresh surge of desire pulsed through me. I pulled down my zipper, freeing myself from the confines of my pants, and as my lower wear dropped, a resounding thud accompanied its release. Asha gasped, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and awe at the sight of me. Noticing my gaze upon her, a blush crept up her neck, and she quickly averted her face.
I leaned forward, my fingers brushing against her thighs. A tremor ran through her. Gently, I stroked her left thigh, from knee to hip, and she shivered in response. My hand continued its descent, softly cupping her buttocks, then squeezing.
"Ahh... Mmm..." Asha's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Moving closer, I guided myself, inserting into her, between her legs. Her right hand reached out, her fingers tentatively stroking me. A delicious tingle shot through me. I pushed a little further, and her fingers tightened around me.
"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice laced with incredulity. "Did you pierce sister with this the other day? How did she bear it?"
"Why wouldn't she bear it?" I countered, a smirk playing on my lips.
"It doesn't even fit in my hand," she mused, her voice laced with wonder. "How did it even get inside?"
I bent down, pressing a kiss to her neck. She swayed beneath me, consumed by passion. "I'll show you how it went in," I murmured against her skin, "but first, there's something you need to show me."
"I'm shy," she demurred, a hint of playfulness in her tone.
"You said you left your shyness behind?"
As I leaned in closer, my body aligned with hers. She kneaded me with her fingers, swinging it tantalizingly before her breasts. Then, she spread her folded thigh, revealing herself fully. I lowered my head and looked. Not a single dark hair, just a glistening, honeyed haven nestled within what seemed like the petals of a red lotus.
I kissed her neck, then trailed my lips downwards, inch by inch, past her navel, until suddenly, my mouth pressed against her. She jolted, her hips arching as if struck by a sudden storm.
"Ahhh...." A guttural cry escaped her. Her fingers dug into my hair, gripping tightly. I gave another kiss. Her wetness began to dampen my lips, and at that sweet scent, my lust flared. I scbangd her with my front teeth. She pushed herself into my mouth, convulsed, and then fell back.
"Amma..." Her voice was a soft exhalation.
I moved back, kissing her right calf, and with each lingering kiss, she writhed and trembled.
I brought her thighs together, placing my face between them, kissing them back and forth.
"Ooh... Come up, brother-in-law." Her voice was breathy, laced with impatience.
"Your thighs are like sweet corn cobs," I teased, my voice thick with desire. "I want to bite and eat them, Asha."
"Hmm... Do the main thing first, brother-in-law," she urged, her voice a low murmur. "You can chew on those later."
As I moved over her, I rested the keen edge of my heated sword between her lotus petals.
"Isss... Be careful, you might crush me." A soft warning.
"If you come and lie under me, saying 'don't crush me,' then how?"
I rubbed myself against her swollen, erect clitoris. Her clit swelled and protruded, reacting to the heat. She gripped my shoulders, biting her lip, a low moan escaping her.
"Mmmm...."
Her facial expressions fueled my lust. Again, I moved myself against her lips. They trembled so much, and I felt that tremor entering me.
"Isss mmm... Put it in, don't tease me."
"But you have to open the door for me to come inside..." I teased her for the third time.
"Ahh, okay, okay." She spread her legs wide in surrender. I leaned forward, my left hand on the bed beside her right, my right hand stroking myself.
She looked at me, leaned up, pushed my hand aside, and took hold of me herself, stroking me with soft fingers. She scratched the glans with her thumb and played with my testicles with her left hand. New shivers ran through my waist nerves. Monica had never done this.
Holding me fully with both hands, she swung me as she moved back, and I climbed on top, aiming myself at her entrance. She guided me, pulling me towards the entrance. I stepped in and pushed an inch. My glans, wet with both our juices, pushed her lips aside and went inside.
With her eyes closed, Asha whispered, "Aaah..."
I pushed forward with my thighs, letting them move on their own. Her wet muscles parted, making way for me. Her body was incredibly tight; I went in about halfway, and suddenly, "Amma... Aaa..." she screamed. I pulled back a little.
I bent down and kissed her nipple.
"Push it a little slower," she pleaded.
"Yours is getting too tight."
"It's like that when you're inside me."
I moved my hips again and pushed slowly. Her body was seething inside, giving me an exquisite itch.
"Aaah...." I moved back and forth.
"Uff... I'm shaking, brother-in-law. My husband can't even last in front of you."
Her words filled me with a surge of pride, and I intensified my movements.
"Hmm... More."
I lay on top, my thighs bumping against hers.
"Abbaa Mmmm..." she mumbled in a low voice, unconsciously lifting her hips a little.
Her wetness must have increased, making it easier to penetrate fully. As I pressed my knees into the bed and thrust, my thighs made sounds. My pubic hair pricked her smooth mound, sending shivers through her. My stiff testicles rubbed and kissed her buttocks where her body met them.
She put her hands on my buttocks and pulled me closer. I kissed her trembling lips, exulting in the moment. Placing my left hand on the bed for support, I passionately squeezed her left breast with my right hand, riding on her.
Swallowing her lip, Asha murmured, "Mmmm... You're really crushing me."
Her passion surged, her breathing quickened, and she moaned as thick juices from her mound flowed onto the bed with my thrusts. Her moans, combined with a squelching sound like a broken dam emanating from between our bodies, excited me immensely.
I lifted her right leg and increased my pace. As my balls thumped, she spread her thighs further, cooperating. I rubbed against her walls, releasing her intoxicating juice. She trembled like a tender leaf, closing her eyes and gripping my hand tightly, pushing back against me. The pressure her muscles exerted on me made me feel like she was about to reach orgasm. This fueled my arousal, and I thrust with clenched hips.
"Hahh... Aash..." My own moans escaped me. As I breathed and moved, her wetness overflowed. Myself, drenched in that wetness, was deliciously swallowing it with a "kass kass" sound.
Asha suddenly rose, grabbed my neck, pulled me on top of her, and violently, passionately, thrust her hips back, trembling. Her nails scratched my shoulders. I continued to thrust into her flowing honey.
"Aaah aa... Mmm..." she moaned.
"Mmm..." I responded. My testicles filled and swelled, creating an itch at the tip. It felt like it would burst the next moment.
"Ahh... It feels so good, what kind of fucking is this, ahh... don't stop."
"I won't."
"Ahh... Make me yours, do anything to me, I want this pleasure, mmm... let's continue, brother-in-law."
"Ah... Why do you feel this way about me?"
"When I've surrendered myself like this, what do you mean 'why'?" she retorted, her voice thick with desire. "You're satisfying my itch, aren't you?"
"Hahh... Just one?"
"How many will you do, my man?"
"As many as there are tonight."
"I'll be spoiled."
"Once you've entrusted it to me, I'll take care of it..."
I forcefully pushed myself deep into her belly. My glans trembled, squirting warm, thick semen into her depth.
"Hahh," I exhaled.
"Ahh, mmm..." she responded.
She kissed my face, then took my lips. We kissed deeply, and I continued to release all the juice, rubbing myself against her walls
"How much did you cum? It's all full."
Slowly getting up, I took out my now limp self and lay beside her. She leaned against me and hugged me. I squeezed her soft breasts, lifted my head, and sucked on her right breast. She again took hold of me and stroked the foreskin, playing with it.
"You have a strong itch," I remarked.
"If you were my husband, I wouldn't give your cock any rest, brother-in-law."
"You're this passionate? My wife would be saying 'Oh my!' by now."
"A wife and a mistress are not the same, brother-in-law."
She looked at me lustfully, went down, and licked me. Oh, what pleasure; my testicles floated in the air. I laughed.
"Why that laugh?" she asked.
"Nothing."
Asha put me in her mouth and started sucking. I came back to life in her mouth. As I held her hair and lifted buttocks to thrust, she sucked passionately. Her lips gripped the nerves of my shaft, sucking, and I saw heaven. She pulled down the skin, licked my glans, pulled it down further, licking the shaft, anointing it with her saliva.
"Are you going to make me cum like this, or let me fuck?"
"Cum like this once, brother-in-law, I'll drink your potent semen."
That surprised me. But this felt new. I got up and sat with my legs spread. She continued to suck. A "slurp, slurp" sound came from her sucking.
"Cluck, cluck," she murmured.
"Ahh... Why are you so eager?"
She took me out, came up, and kissed my chest. "Yours makes my mouth water, my cheating man."
I looked into her eyes with lust, her breasts swaying, touching me. She saw me looking, bent down, positioned my glans exactly between her breasts, and pressed them against my shaft with her hands.
I kissed her forehead. She pressed harder. Oh, my shaft swung comfortably between those soft breasts. She started swaying, her breasts accepting me. I also leaned back on the bed with my hands, lifting my hips a little, pressing myself against her chest, moving with her.
"Hah... I've never done this before."
"I'll make you do it, brother-in-law. You can make me do anything you want. Just use me like that."
"Like what?" I asked with a laugh.
"You know, like the abusive they say."
"No, nothing like that."
"How decent you are, brother-in-law. That's why I like you."
I got up, quickly turned her around, made her bend over, and spanked her hard on her buttocks.
"Ahh... Brother-in-law, why did you hit me like that?"
"You like my decency, right? Just showing it, spread your legs."
Agreeing, she spread her thighs. I held myself and pushed it into her with one thrust from behind. She swallowed me, thrusting her ass back.
"Amma... You pushed it in like that, what will happen to me?"
Without a moment's delay, I clenched her buttocks tightly and began thrusting.
"Ahh... Yes."
"Didn't you say something earlier?"
"Hah... Hmm... I will, mmm."
I increased my speed, thrusting hard. The bed was shaking along with us.
"Aaahh... My husband cums in three minutes and sleeps in a corner. Will you play for three rounds or something?"
"Only three?"
"So, how many will you do?"
"My cock won't come out of your pussy until you leave my house tonight."
"You'll kill me, brother-in-law."
"Looking at your figure, I want to fuck you without stopping."
"As you wish. My husband won't be back for a week, and until Monica sister comes, keep me."
I lay on top, thrusting like a dog from behind, taking her.
"Let's try everything in these four days."
"If you desire, this Asha will become your slave."
—
Asha became my slave, and I became hers; we both became slaves to each other. Those four days, and then two days the following week, sometimes we met elsewhere without Monica knowing. Another time, we did it in their backyard. Sometimes, even when Monica was there, she would suck my cock. It always felt new with her; what Monica gave me seemed less in every way. Many times, I thought I was cheating on Monica, and it was enough, but my desire for Asha never diminished, and a strong illicit bond formed between us.
One day, Asha came to our house to play with Sahith. The day before, even though Asha refused, I had made her suck my cock behind their compound wall, behind the banana tree. Everything was normal, but Sahith wasn't. As soon as Asha came and greeted him, he scrunched up his face and moved away.
"What happened, darling? Won't you talk to me?" Asha asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
"You're a bad girl," Sahith declared loudly. "I won't talk to you."
"Oh, why?"
"You put Daddy's thing in your mouth, ew, bad girl..." he blurted out.
I was there, and Monica was there. I couldn't even imagine how shocked Monica was to hear that. I didn't even understand if he had seen what Asha and I did yesterday. Monica came towards me, burning with anger.
My heart sank instantly. I had no answer to the question she was about to ask. I didn't know what to do or how to face her. She came towards me, then suddenly changed direction towards Sahith.
She slapped Sahith's cheek.
"Amma..." he cried, tears welling in his eyes.
"You play games elsewhere, see all sorts of things, and then bring your father's name into it?" Monica's voice was sharp, laced with fury. "Why would Daddy be there, you foolish boy, go! No games today, do your homework," and she took him inside.
I didn't understand anything. Asha looked at me with the same surprise. I gestured for her to leave. She left, her face a mask of bewilderment.
I didn't speak until night. I knew Monica was annoyed with me. Sahith had to sleep. Once he slept, I didn't know what my situation would be. My knees were trembling. For any man, if he's caught by his mother or wife doing something wrong, cooking spatula is as good as broken.
She calmly put Sahith to sleep. I was in the hall, not knowing what to do, watching TV. She came and sat beside me. My heart was pounding.
"Mouni," I began, and before I could finish, she hit me on the nose with her right hand.
"Shame, no shame, you pervert rascal, ugh, ugh, how did you do this dirty thing?" Her voice was venomous.
I was shocked. "What?"
"Ugh, ugh, how did you do this bad thing?"
"Forgive me, Mouni," I pleaded, truly telling her, "she was the one who lured me."
"What do children know?" Monica’s voice was laced with bitter sarcasm. "Today he said it at home; if he says that outside somewhere else, what about our reputation? Ugh, ugh... And I'm still living with you, I'm foolish."
"I won't do it again," I vowed, my voice barely a whisper.
"You can flirt with her all you want, but if this matter comes out, I'll kill you and then myself."
She gave me another shock. "What?"
"It's your wish. Asha already told me. That it wasn't your fault. But she said she would keep you at a distance."
I didn't say anything, utterly defeated.
After a few days, Asha stopped coming to her maternal home. After some time, she told me to forget everything that happened between us, and I agreed. It remained a good memory for me.
The End
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