13-10-2025, 01:49 AM
The air in the room was thick, not merely with the scent of jasmine Paromita sometimes wore as Mohini's fragrant weapon,, but with the heavy, musky residue of their absolute, devastating union,. Paromita lay upon the bed, fully naked, her skin still slick from the dual, shattering climaxes she had achieved on her lover. The sheets beneath her were tangled, damp with the evidence of their sin,. She could feel the lingering warmth of Rahul’s body where he had rested, and deep within her core, she felt the unmistakable, sticky deposit of his youthful semen
She felt the profound weight of her actions, the gravity of the incestuous path they had cleaved through the foundations of her aristocratic family life. The societal taboo was a loud, condemning voice in her mind. She had committed two unforgivable sins: having sex with her own brother-in-law, not once but twice, and allowing him to fuck her raw and deposit his seed inside her, raw and unrestrained.
Yet, the condemnation was weak, muted by the magnificent, resonant chorus of her own body. That body, which had been constrained by Sahil’s straightforward, routine understanding of sex, was now singing with a wild, uninhibited melody of liberation. The emptiness, the "loneliness Sahil left behind", was utterly and violently filled.
"Incest," she whispered to the empty air, testing the harshness of the word. But her soul countered, "Destiny",. Rahul was not the hesitant boy she had tried to save; he was the magnificent instrument, who had delivered her from a life of quiet deprivation. He had awakened the fire she never knew she craved. She had entered this path attempting an 'Agni Pariksha' to save him,, but she had failed that moral test only to emerge as the sovereign Mohini, the commanding mistress of her own house and her own uninhibited desire,,.
She smiled, a slow, sensual expression that had utterly replaced the fearful tremor of earlier that day. She loved the new found lust for her brother-in-law. Her soul had accepted him as her lover, her soulmate, the one conspirator bound to her by their wicked, glorious secret,.
She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his strength beneath her as she had ridden him, taking her pleasure with absolute physical control. She wanted to explore more, to push the boundaries further than mere hand jobs and basic intercourse. She needed to teach him endurance,, to teach him the myriad ways a magnificent man could worship his goddess. She had fantasies that now needed manifestation, a demand she had explicitly laid upon him when she claimed his obedience.
She wanted him to serve her not just in moments of release, but throughout the fabric of their day; she wanted to feel his desire, raw and ready, under her command at any moment. Rahul, with his youthful vigor and newfound, utter obedience,, was the perfect, powerful canvas for her deepest, most wicked wishes.
A faint sound from the hallway signaled his return. He had been quick, fueled by fear of consequence and the intoxicating promise of more pleasure. She remained still, letting the sight of her naked form be the first thing he absorbed upon entering, a silent assertion of the power she now wielded.
Rahul entered the room, his chest heaving slightly, carrying a small, discrete bag. He wore the anxiety of the sudden, public errand, but beneath it, the dazed satisfaction of their recent intimacy was visible. He immediately shed his clothes, dropping them carelessly, moving instinctively toward the bed.
"Boudi," he whispered, his voice thick with devotion, kneeling beside the bed. "I got them. Everything you asked for." He pulled out a small packet of condoms and the square foil of the emergency contraceptive.
Paromita reached out, her hand tracing the smooth, clean-shaven contour of his thigh. "I love you, Rahul," she purred, her finger slipping close to the rising evidence of his immediate arousal. "You rush back to me so quickly. Do you always obey your new love so completely?"
Rahul trembled under her touch, his gaze fixed on her face, which was illuminated by the soft, ambient lamp. "You are not just my love Boudi. You are my beautiful destiny. I rushed because I could not bear the thought of losing you, of that consequence robbing me of our shared future. I cannot go back to that cheap parlor. I only live for your touch."
She accepted the small white pill from his hand. "This little thing," Paromita murmured, turning the tablet over in her palm, "it cleanses the accident. It ensures we do not have to confess our sin to the world. But it does not cleanse the desire, Rahul. That desire is now forever bound to us."
She swallowed the pill, allowing him to watch the intimate, simple gesture. Then, she picked up the condom packet, turning the cool, clinical plastic over in her hand.
"And this," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive register, "this is not for protection, Rahul. This is for preparation. I let you come inside me twice because you were drunk on your first victory. But now, the game changes. You have a magnificent instrument, but it is undisciplined. I have only just begun to teach you true stamina. I want to feel you deep inside me again, my lover, but only when I know you can endure my full pleasure, without risking consequences."
She looked at him, her eyes blazing with fierce intent. "I have made a decision, Rahul. My husband left a void, and you have filled it with fire. I am no longer Sahil’s timid wife. I am the woman who loves sex, who craves the uninhibited freedom you offer. I want to live out every single fantasy that polite society told me was forbidden."
Rahul’s eyes widened, consuming her every word, his breathing ragged. "Tell me your fantasies, Boudi. I will make them real. I will be your obedient boy, your servant. I will endure any lesson you set."
Paromita shifted, leaning closer until the soft curve of her breast brushed his cheek. "Good. Because the fantasies Mohini will explore are vast, my love. They are dark, they are demanding, and they require absolute, uninhibited submission from you. I want to use your vigor, your strength, your beautiful, powerful body, not just here, in the privacy of our room, but wherever the mood strikes me,."
She let her hand slide down to cup his arousal, already throbbing eagerly. "You will wear this condom only when I explicitly command it, and only when I am ready to accept your triumphant release inside me. Until then, you must be content with the ecstasy I grant you by my hand, my mouth, and my mind. You are mine now, completely and entirely. Do you accept your new, magnificent duty, my wicked destiny?"
Rahul, lost in the immediate, intoxicating promise of her words and touch, could only gasp, "I accept, Boudi. Your will is my pleasure. Your fantasy is my command."
She looked at Rahul, his eyes dark, glazed not just with physical exhaustion but with absolute, total devotion. The time for riddles, for the guilt-free guise, was over; the mask of the enchantress, Mohini, felt suddenly thin and unnecessary.
"Rahul," she continued, her voice deep, resonant, and utterly frank, the sound of a woman finally shedding the burdens of her conscience. She removed her hand from his groin, tracing the line of his taut abdomen instead. "The shield is broken. The game is done. Mohini was the key that unlocked this wicked reality, but she is merely a whisper now".
She moved closer, leaning in until the warm, captivating natural scent that emanated from her body enveloped him completely. "I will not be her again. I will be Paromita. Your Boudi. The one who tied your Rakhi, and the one who chose to accept your glorious, wicked destiny". The confession was electric, shattering the final, fragile barrier between the sacred and the profane. She looked upon him, seeing not the boy she was duty-bound to protect, but the powerful man whose life force she craved.
Rahul inhaled sharply, trembling under her naked proximity, his gaze fixated on the proud, soft slope of her breasts. He reached up, his movements no longer tentative or clumsy, but reverent, bold, and entirely possessive. He cupped her breasts in both hands, claiming the invaluable treasures that nourished children with milk, now consecrated purely for him.
"You are fire and honey, Boudi," he confessed, burying his face in the soft valley between the fleshy mounds, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin. "I did not want Mohini; I wanted you. I wanted to see them, touch them naked, and worship the beautiful fire I felt burning beneath your kurtas". His lips pressed urgently against her cleavage, moving with the hungry reverence of a supplicant.
He kissed her then, not with the aggressive, demanding thrust of the initial assault, but with the slow, deep certainty of a true lover. His mouth claimed hers completely, drinking in her breath, merging their secrets in a long, sensual exchange of saliva and unspoken vows. Paromita met him fully, her own internal fire ignited by the truth of his absolute claim. Her tongue danced with his, a fierce, passionate kiss of uninhibited communion, shedding the last vestiges of the timid wife she had been.
Paromita pulled back slightly, her breath ragged, looking into his eyes, which held the sheer power and devotion she had never truly received from her absent husband. Sahil, miles away in Dubai, had left behind a profound void. For him, sex had been routine; for Paromita, it had become a magnificent, resonant need. She recognized the terrifying, intoxicating truth: Rahul, with his youthful vigor and reckless adoration, was the powerful masculine instrument destined to fill that emptiness.
"You are so much stronger than I imagined, Rahul," Paromita whispered, her hand sliding down his chest, affirming her acceptance of his inherent authority. "You were not afraid to cross the line I drew; you tore down the very walls of this house to claim what you desired".
She looked at him with the fierce, complex gaze she once reserved for her husband a look blending reverence for his strength with the intimate knowledge of his absolute physical surrender to her will. "This house, Rahul... it needs a man's fire to keep the loneliness at bay. My body, my soul... they need to be claimed by a man who is present, who is here, who is powerful enough to ensure my needs are met, and my fantasies realized".
She pressed her body against his, accepting the overwhelming heat of his fresh arousal. "You claimed me by force, and I yielded. Now, I accept. Take charge of this house. Take charge of me. Let the sin be ours entirely, and let the pleasure be uninhibited, for only you have the magnificent strength to fill the destiny Sahil abandoned". Her body moved against his, subtly encouraging the inevitable penetration, inviting him to merge their wicked reality fully and completely. She was no longer resisting; she was summoning the magnificent storm.
Even though she had just consumed the unwanted 72 pill, her pussy was wet, she already had the cum deposited by her brother in law an hour ago, and was anticipating another round of love making. Rahul drew her close to her like he would have done to his wife. But on the contrary, the wife is replaced by his own sister in law. He had also felt lucky to have found her to be his partner in crime. He climbed over his boudi, still cupping her breasts in his hands, Paromita on the other hand had held him close to her by crossing her legs over his hips. They were so aroused that a foreplay was not necessary. Not even a kiss was shared. Paramita adjusted the hard meat of Rahul towards her waiting wet pussy with her hand while he was constantly maintaining eye contact with her. They looked like 2 lovers about to become one. As Rahul was about to exert pressure on his hips to push his dick deep into his boudi's love hole, Paromita dug her nails on his back signalling the ordeal to begin.
Each thrust of Rahul was reciprocated with a “Ahh..” grunt by Paromita. With the next thrust, a similar sound came again. This was like a symphony of grunts forming a musical composition. The same bedroom where she had first had sex with Sahil, is now the centerspot of action with Rahul. He squeezed her breasts with force feeling the softness of her milk jugs. He took two fingers and played with her nipples in a manner as if it were gbangs he wished to squeeze the juice. Paromita was taken aback by his sudden change of behaviour. She matched his rhythm with digging her nails on his back. The melody of meat making contact with meat was enough to create Beethoven's 69th symphony. Rahul abruptly stopped his thrusts and this also took Paromita by surprise. He raised himself above her and moved to the edge of the bed. “Boudi, come to the edge of the bed, I would like to raise your leg up and go for a deep penetration.”, instructed Rahul. Paromita in her sub conscious mind, followed suit and acted as per his command. Rahul got down on the floor on his legs, dragged her waist to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging in mid air, he took her one leg on his shoulder and penetrated her back. Paromita let out a “ Maa go…” as his dick filled the drenched pussy hole. Rahul began thrusting her with double the force and she was caught off guard. Her mouth opened and she let out, “Fuck me Rahul… Fuck me hard. Fuck me mad. Fuckkkk….meeee….long”. This was not only encouragement for Rahul, but also acted as a catalyst to rail her till there is no tomorrow.
Paromita had not anticipated Rahul's stamina would increase to these levels with her pep talk before. She was feeling as if she was in the seventh heaven. She began uttering, “you…are fucking awesome Rahul….Keep on. Take me to heaven.” Rahul could only let a smile flaunt on his face. He responded, “Boudi…..oh Boudi…you have given me a jackpot.” She smiled in return and squeezed her breasts in ecstasy. She had not anticipated such a vigorous fuck. Her letting him take control of her has helped Rahul cross his own barriers of the illicit relationship. He was enjoying the feel of his dick penetrating his boudi's wet hole. His dick was glittering with the combined fluid of his pre cum laced with her own secretions. The room smelled heavily of sweat, body fluids and the sound of meat meeting meat.
Both of them were so engrossed in their sexual ecstasy that none of them had a sense of time. It was close to 8 in the evening. The phone began ringing and the name of Sahil flashed on Paromita's phone. She was not in a state to take the call. However Rahul indicated by stern eyes to receive this call. “Hello !!!”Paromita said as she received the call, and at that time, Rahul exerted a slow mellow down thrust into her pussy. Unaware of his wife fucking his own brother, Sahil enquired, “ kemon aacho tumi?”. Paromita could muster up with a dry throat, “ Ami toh bhalo aachi…tumi ekhon ki korcho?”. Rahul who was pumping her with a manly force, slowed his pace to let Paromita have a normal conversation with her wedded husband. Sahil responded on the other side, “Ami bhabchilam christmas e India ashbo. Amar 2 week chutti application korechi. Approve holei, tickets book korbo. Tokhon tomake niye ashbo Dubai.” Paromita, hearing this, looked at Rahul in his eyes. He was kind of surprised and frightened at the same time. Paromita responded, “Theek aache, amar documents ki laagbe aage theke janio, ami ready kore rakhbo.” Rahul's face turned a bit sad. Paromita took his hand and placed it on her breast for him to squeeze. Sahil asked, “Tumi ki ekhon ranna korcho?” She could only lie to him, she could not inform about her present condition. But to manage the conversation and feel Rahul's hand on her breast, she replied, “Aaj sunday, tai swiggy te dinner order debo. Ranna korte icche korche na.” Sahil further probed, “ Aaj k ki special order hobe ? Chicken Arsalan biriyani?” Paromita giggled at his question but down below her waist, Rahul was pumping her in slow moves just to let her talk. “Ami tomake raat er dike phone korchi. Keu ekta esheche door e” she lied again to disconnect the call and let Rahul resume his action. Sahil with an affirmative tone agreed and she disconnected the call.
In the same breathe, she looked Rahul with lust as if asking, “ Will you only fuck my pussy?” Rahul who was squeezing her breast with normal force now increased the grab as if he enquired, “ Boudi, will you let me fuck your ass?” This was asked at a critical juncture of their sexual copulation that she didn't know what to do. She pushed him back, climbed to the middle of the bed, got on her fours in a flash. Rahul was shell shocked. His hard on was shining with both their body fluids. He did not anticipate Paromita would be so kinky. Unsure of what to do, he climbed the bed behind her and was greeted with the smooth skin of boudi's ass offered to him. He pulled her ass cheeks and spit on her asshole like he had seen in porn. Then the wet rock hard meat made contact with her virgin ass. Paromita's milky white skin and the fat ass was a sight to behold. As the skin near her asshole was not that lubricated, it was difficult for him to find a way inside her. It was Rahul alone who was trying to find a solution to make an entry. After 4 to 5 failed attempts, this time his dick could penetrate only an inch into her ass. Paromita let out a cry of pain as the tip of the dick made its way into her. Rahul who was damn high by this moment, felt his edge nearing soon. He grunted, unable to take any further and began spilling his cum right in and over Paromita's ass.
Paromita felt thick threads of Rahul's cum running down from her ass cheeks onto the bed. Rahul was also spent by now having fucked her pussy both on missionary and side ways and finally before he could pump her in the ass, he was spent. Taking a wet wipe he cleaned off his cum from her ass. Paromita, all sweaty and equally exhausted, turned on her back and took a few breathe to gain a normal heartbeat. She extended her hands reaching out for her partner in crime Rahul. Pulling him close to her, she planted a kiss on his cheeks and reached for his lips. They had not kissed while foreplay or during the course of the intercourse.
“Those condoms you bought, why didn't you use them?” questioned Paromita. Rahul could just laugh at this and responded, “Next time I will wear them boudi.” “You did fuck me well, I had orgasmed long ago but didn't let you know. The sheer force and power just broke all previous records”, chimed Paromita. Continuing, “Let's order some food, I am hungry and unless I eat, I won't be sane.” She took the phone in her hand and browsed for food delivery near her place. The responsibility of calling back her husband miles away didn't even strike her mind.
She felt the profound weight of her actions, the gravity of the incestuous path they had cleaved through the foundations of her aristocratic family life. The societal taboo was a loud, condemning voice in her mind. She had committed two unforgivable sins: having sex with her own brother-in-law, not once but twice, and allowing him to fuck her raw and deposit his seed inside her, raw and unrestrained.
Yet, the condemnation was weak, muted by the magnificent, resonant chorus of her own body. That body, which had been constrained by Sahil’s straightforward, routine understanding of sex, was now singing with a wild, uninhibited melody of liberation. The emptiness, the "loneliness Sahil left behind", was utterly and violently filled.
"Incest," she whispered to the empty air, testing the harshness of the word. But her soul countered, "Destiny",. Rahul was not the hesitant boy she had tried to save; he was the magnificent instrument, who had delivered her from a life of quiet deprivation. He had awakened the fire she never knew she craved. She had entered this path attempting an 'Agni Pariksha' to save him,, but she had failed that moral test only to emerge as the sovereign Mohini, the commanding mistress of her own house and her own uninhibited desire,,.
She smiled, a slow, sensual expression that had utterly replaced the fearful tremor of earlier that day. She loved the new found lust for her brother-in-law. Her soul had accepted him as her lover, her soulmate, the one conspirator bound to her by their wicked, glorious secret,.
She closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his strength beneath her as she had ridden him, taking her pleasure with absolute physical control. She wanted to explore more, to push the boundaries further than mere hand jobs and basic intercourse. She needed to teach him endurance,, to teach him the myriad ways a magnificent man could worship his goddess. She had fantasies that now needed manifestation, a demand she had explicitly laid upon him when she claimed his obedience.
She wanted him to serve her not just in moments of release, but throughout the fabric of their day; she wanted to feel his desire, raw and ready, under her command at any moment. Rahul, with his youthful vigor and newfound, utter obedience,, was the perfect, powerful canvas for her deepest, most wicked wishes.
A faint sound from the hallway signaled his return. He had been quick, fueled by fear of consequence and the intoxicating promise of more pleasure. She remained still, letting the sight of her naked form be the first thing he absorbed upon entering, a silent assertion of the power she now wielded.
Rahul entered the room, his chest heaving slightly, carrying a small, discrete bag. He wore the anxiety of the sudden, public errand, but beneath it, the dazed satisfaction of their recent intimacy was visible. He immediately shed his clothes, dropping them carelessly, moving instinctively toward the bed.
"Boudi," he whispered, his voice thick with devotion, kneeling beside the bed. "I got them. Everything you asked for." He pulled out a small packet of condoms and the square foil of the emergency contraceptive.
Paromita reached out, her hand tracing the smooth, clean-shaven contour of his thigh. "I love you, Rahul," she purred, her finger slipping close to the rising evidence of his immediate arousal. "You rush back to me so quickly. Do you always obey your new love so completely?"
Rahul trembled under her touch, his gaze fixed on her face, which was illuminated by the soft, ambient lamp. "You are not just my love Boudi. You are my beautiful destiny. I rushed because I could not bear the thought of losing you, of that consequence robbing me of our shared future. I cannot go back to that cheap parlor. I only live for your touch."
She accepted the small white pill from his hand. "This little thing," Paromita murmured, turning the tablet over in her palm, "it cleanses the accident. It ensures we do not have to confess our sin to the world. But it does not cleanse the desire, Rahul. That desire is now forever bound to us."
She swallowed the pill, allowing him to watch the intimate, simple gesture. Then, she picked up the condom packet, turning the cool, clinical plastic over in her hand.
"And this," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive register, "this is not for protection, Rahul. This is for preparation. I let you come inside me twice because you were drunk on your first victory. But now, the game changes. You have a magnificent instrument, but it is undisciplined. I have only just begun to teach you true stamina. I want to feel you deep inside me again, my lover, but only when I know you can endure my full pleasure, without risking consequences."
She looked at him, her eyes blazing with fierce intent. "I have made a decision, Rahul. My husband left a void, and you have filled it with fire. I am no longer Sahil’s timid wife. I am the woman who loves sex, who craves the uninhibited freedom you offer. I want to live out every single fantasy that polite society told me was forbidden."
Rahul’s eyes widened, consuming her every word, his breathing ragged. "Tell me your fantasies, Boudi. I will make them real. I will be your obedient boy, your servant. I will endure any lesson you set."
Paromita shifted, leaning closer until the soft curve of her breast brushed his cheek. "Good. Because the fantasies Mohini will explore are vast, my love. They are dark, they are demanding, and they require absolute, uninhibited submission from you. I want to use your vigor, your strength, your beautiful, powerful body, not just here, in the privacy of our room, but wherever the mood strikes me,."
She let her hand slide down to cup his arousal, already throbbing eagerly. "You will wear this condom only when I explicitly command it, and only when I am ready to accept your triumphant release inside me. Until then, you must be content with the ecstasy I grant you by my hand, my mouth, and my mind. You are mine now, completely and entirely. Do you accept your new, magnificent duty, my wicked destiny?"
Rahul, lost in the immediate, intoxicating promise of her words and touch, could only gasp, "I accept, Boudi. Your will is my pleasure. Your fantasy is my command."
She looked at Rahul, his eyes dark, glazed not just with physical exhaustion but with absolute, total devotion. The time for riddles, for the guilt-free guise, was over; the mask of the enchantress, Mohini, felt suddenly thin and unnecessary.
"Rahul," she continued, her voice deep, resonant, and utterly frank, the sound of a woman finally shedding the burdens of her conscience. She removed her hand from his groin, tracing the line of his taut abdomen instead. "The shield is broken. The game is done. Mohini was the key that unlocked this wicked reality, but she is merely a whisper now".
She moved closer, leaning in until the warm, captivating natural scent that emanated from her body enveloped him completely. "I will not be her again. I will be Paromita. Your Boudi. The one who tied your Rakhi, and the one who chose to accept your glorious, wicked destiny". The confession was electric, shattering the final, fragile barrier between the sacred and the profane. She looked upon him, seeing not the boy she was duty-bound to protect, but the powerful man whose life force she craved.
Rahul inhaled sharply, trembling under her naked proximity, his gaze fixated on the proud, soft slope of her breasts. He reached up, his movements no longer tentative or clumsy, but reverent, bold, and entirely possessive. He cupped her breasts in both hands, claiming the invaluable treasures that nourished children with milk, now consecrated purely for him.
"You are fire and honey, Boudi," he confessed, burying his face in the soft valley between the fleshy mounds, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her skin. "I did not want Mohini; I wanted you. I wanted to see them, touch them naked, and worship the beautiful fire I felt burning beneath your kurtas". His lips pressed urgently against her cleavage, moving with the hungry reverence of a supplicant.
He kissed her then, not with the aggressive, demanding thrust of the initial assault, but with the slow, deep certainty of a true lover. His mouth claimed hers completely, drinking in her breath, merging their secrets in a long, sensual exchange of saliva and unspoken vows. Paromita met him fully, her own internal fire ignited by the truth of his absolute claim. Her tongue danced with his, a fierce, passionate kiss of uninhibited communion, shedding the last vestiges of the timid wife she had been.
Paromita pulled back slightly, her breath ragged, looking into his eyes, which held the sheer power and devotion she had never truly received from her absent husband. Sahil, miles away in Dubai, had left behind a profound void. For him, sex had been routine; for Paromita, it had become a magnificent, resonant need. She recognized the terrifying, intoxicating truth: Rahul, with his youthful vigor and reckless adoration, was the powerful masculine instrument destined to fill that emptiness.
"You are so much stronger than I imagined, Rahul," Paromita whispered, her hand sliding down his chest, affirming her acceptance of his inherent authority. "You were not afraid to cross the line I drew; you tore down the very walls of this house to claim what you desired".
She looked at him with the fierce, complex gaze she once reserved for her husband a look blending reverence for his strength with the intimate knowledge of his absolute physical surrender to her will. "This house, Rahul... it needs a man's fire to keep the loneliness at bay. My body, my soul... they need to be claimed by a man who is present, who is here, who is powerful enough to ensure my needs are met, and my fantasies realized".
She pressed her body against his, accepting the overwhelming heat of his fresh arousal. "You claimed me by force, and I yielded. Now, I accept. Take charge of this house. Take charge of me. Let the sin be ours entirely, and let the pleasure be uninhibited, for only you have the magnificent strength to fill the destiny Sahil abandoned". Her body moved against his, subtly encouraging the inevitable penetration, inviting him to merge their wicked reality fully and completely. She was no longer resisting; she was summoning the magnificent storm.
Even though she had just consumed the unwanted 72 pill, her pussy was wet, she already had the cum deposited by her brother in law an hour ago, and was anticipating another round of love making. Rahul drew her close to her like he would have done to his wife. But on the contrary, the wife is replaced by his own sister in law. He had also felt lucky to have found her to be his partner in crime. He climbed over his boudi, still cupping her breasts in his hands, Paromita on the other hand had held him close to her by crossing her legs over his hips. They were so aroused that a foreplay was not necessary. Not even a kiss was shared. Paramita adjusted the hard meat of Rahul towards her waiting wet pussy with her hand while he was constantly maintaining eye contact with her. They looked like 2 lovers about to become one. As Rahul was about to exert pressure on his hips to push his dick deep into his boudi's love hole, Paromita dug her nails on his back signalling the ordeal to begin.
Each thrust of Rahul was reciprocated with a “Ahh..” grunt by Paromita. With the next thrust, a similar sound came again. This was like a symphony of grunts forming a musical composition. The same bedroom where she had first had sex with Sahil, is now the centerspot of action with Rahul. He squeezed her breasts with force feeling the softness of her milk jugs. He took two fingers and played with her nipples in a manner as if it were gbangs he wished to squeeze the juice. Paromita was taken aback by his sudden change of behaviour. She matched his rhythm with digging her nails on his back. The melody of meat making contact with meat was enough to create Beethoven's 69th symphony. Rahul abruptly stopped his thrusts and this also took Paromita by surprise. He raised himself above her and moved to the edge of the bed. “Boudi, come to the edge of the bed, I would like to raise your leg up and go for a deep penetration.”, instructed Rahul. Paromita in her sub conscious mind, followed suit and acted as per his command. Rahul got down on the floor on his legs, dragged her waist to the edge of the bed, her ass hanging in mid air, he took her one leg on his shoulder and penetrated her back. Paromita let out a “ Maa go…” as his dick filled the drenched pussy hole. Rahul began thrusting her with double the force and she was caught off guard. Her mouth opened and she let out, “Fuck me Rahul… Fuck me hard. Fuck me mad. Fuckkkk….meeee….long”. This was not only encouragement for Rahul, but also acted as a catalyst to rail her till there is no tomorrow.
Paromita had not anticipated Rahul's stamina would increase to these levels with her pep talk before. She was feeling as if she was in the seventh heaven. She began uttering, “you…are fucking awesome Rahul….Keep on. Take me to heaven.” Rahul could only let a smile flaunt on his face. He responded, “Boudi…..oh Boudi…you have given me a jackpot.” She smiled in return and squeezed her breasts in ecstasy. She had not anticipated such a vigorous fuck. Her letting him take control of her has helped Rahul cross his own barriers of the illicit relationship. He was enjoying the feel of his dick penetrating his boudi's wet hole. His dick was glittering with the combined fluid of his pre cum laced with her own secretions. The room smelled heavily of sweat, body fluids and the sound of meat meeting meat.
Both of them were so engrossed in their sexual ecstasy that none of them had a sense of time. It was close to 8 in the evening. The phone began ringing and the name of Sahil flashed on Paromita's phone. She was not in a state to take the call. However Rahul indicated by stern eyes to receive this call. “Hello !!!”Paromita said as she received the call, and at that time, Rahul exerted a slow mellow down thrust into her pussy. Unaware of his wife fucking his own brother, Sahil enquired, “ kemon aacho tumi?”. Paromita could muster up with a dry throat, “ Ami toh bhalo aachi…tumi ekhon ki korcho?”. Rahul who was pumping her with a manly force, slowed his pace to let Paromita have a normal conversation with her wedded husband. Sahil responded on the other side, “Ami bhabchilam christmas e India ashbo. Amar 2 week chutti application korechi. Approve holei, tickets book korbo. Tokhon tomake niye ashbo Dubai.” Paromita, hearing this, looked at Rahul in his eyes. He was kind of surprised and frightened at the same time. Paromita responded, “Theek aache, amar documents ki laagbe aage theke janio, ami ready kore rakhbo.” Rahul's face turned a bit sad. Paromita took his hand and placed it on her breast for him to squeeze. Sahil asked, “Tumi ki ekhon ranna korcho?” She could only lie to him, she could not inform about her present condition. But to manage the conversation and feel Rahul's hand on her breast, she replied, “Aaj sunday, tai swiggy te dinner order debo. Ranna korte icche korche na.” Sahil further probed, “ Aaj k ki special order hobe ? Chicken Arsalan biriyani?” Paromita giggled at his question but down below her waist, Rahul was pumping her in slow moves just to let her talk. “Ami tomake raat er dike phone korchi. Keu ekta esheche door e” she lied again to disconnect the call and let Rahul resume his action. Sahil with an affirmative tone agreed and she disconnected the call.
In the same breathe, she looked Rahul with lust as if asking, “ Will you only fuck my pussy?” Rahul who was squeezing her breast with normal force now increased the grab as if he enquired, “ Boudi, will you let me fuck your ass?” This was asked at a critical juncture of their sexual copulation that she didn't know what to do. She pushed him back, climbed to the middle of the bed, got on her fours in a flash. Rahul was shell shocked. His hard on was shining with both their body fluids. He did not anticipate Paromita would be so kinky. Unsure of what to do, he climbed the bed behind her and was greeted with the smooth skin of boudi's ass offered to him. He pulled her ass cheeks and spit on her asshole like he had seen in porn. Then the wet rock hard meat made contact with her virgin ass. Paromita's milky white skin and the fat ass was a sight to behold. As the skin near her asshole was not that lubricated, it was difficult for him to find a way inside her. It was Rahul alone who was trying to find a solution to make an entry. After 4 to 5 failed attempts, this time his dick could penetrate only an inch into her ass. Paromita let out a cry of pain as the tip of the dick made its way into her. Rahul who was damn high by this moment, felt his edge nearing soon. He grunted, unable to take any further and began spilling his cum right in and over Paromita's ass.
Paromita felt thick threads of Rahul's cum running down from her ass cheeks onto the bed. Rahul was also spent by now having fucked her pussy both on missionary and side ways and finally before he could pump her in the ass, he was spent. Taking a wet wipe he cleaned off his cum from her ass. Paromita, all sweaty and equally exhausted, turned on her back and took a few breathe to gain a normal heartbeat. She extended her hands reaching out for her partner in crime Rahul. Pulling him close to her, she planted a kiss on his cheeks and reached for his lips. They had not kissed while foreplay or during the course of the intercourse.
“Those condoms you bought, why didn't you use them?” questioned Paromita. Rahul could just laugh at this and responded, “Next time I will wear them boudi.” “You did fuck me well, I had orgasmed long ago but didn't let you know. The sheer force and power just broke all previous records”, chimed Paromita. Continuing, “Let's order some food, I am hungry and unless I eat, I won't be sane.” She took the phone in her hand and browsed for food delivery near her place. The responsibility of calling back her husband miles away didn't even strike her mind.
Komal.
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