29-10-2025, 12:21 AM
## Update 66: The Husband's Timetable (Avi and Meena Chachi)
I lay on top of Meena Chachi, both of us struggling to catch our breath after the intense, long session. The sticky heat of our bodies made the sheets cling to us. After a few minutes, our breathing steadied. I rolled off her, expecting her to go to the bathroom or leave, but she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, the stillness a stark contrast to the frenzy just minutes before.
"Avi," she called my name, her voice soft but deep, drawing my attention.
I looked at her.
"Where did you learn all this? That was… shocking," she turned her head on the pillow, a slow motion.
"Madam taught me," I replied, a rush of pride mixed with the memory of my forbidden education.
"Madam has made you a real man, Avi. A dangerous one," Meena Chachi smiled, a look of profound satisfaction settling on her face.
"I don't understand," I said.
"The way you had sex with me, the attention you paid, the power you used... if you do that with any woman, they'll become your slave. They'll never want anyone else," she explained, her voice husky.
"And you, Chachi?" I asked, pushing the limit, my heart pounding.
"I've become your wife," she stated simply, without hesitation, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Wife?" I was genuinely surprised by the word.
"You will make me a mother, and you will become the father of my child. So by that logic, in this secret world we've created, you'll become my husband. Do you understand, Avi? You are my husband now," she reached out, gently caressing my arm. The declaration made my heart swell with an unprecedented feeling of belonging and power. I immediately hugged Chachi, feeling a rush of happiness and affirmation.
"Now let go of me." She laughed softly, patting my back. "This is enough for today."
I clung to her, the desire still sharp. "Let's do it one more time."
"Not today." She pulled back slightly, her voice firm. "From tomorrow, we'll do it twice every night."
"But why not today? I feel fine!" I protested.
"I don't want you to ruin your health to make me a mother," she looked at me seriously.
"I'm perfectly fine."
"A man gets tired after having sex like that. And you have to have sex every single night now. For almost a month, with three women. We have to preserve your stamina," she explained, emphasizing the long-term plan.
"But what will you do to keep my health good for a month of continuous sex?" I asked, now intrigued by her managerial focus.
"Listen closely. From tomorrow, you have to drink a tall glass of milk that I'll prepare for you every morning and every night," she instructed.
"Milk? I hate drinking plain milk," I complained, frowning.
"I won't let you hate it. I'll add dry fruits, saffron, and some special Ayurvedic herbs to it. Your health will be excellent, and you'll enjoy drinking it," she promised.
"I'll get fat from eating dry fruits every day," I worried.
"First, listen to me completely," she commanded, her expression patient.
"Yes, Chachi," I replied softly.
"Start exercising from tomorrow morning. Exercise for at least an hour to maintain your strength and fitness," she said.
"Yes, Chachi," I readily agreed.
"And yes, you're studying from home now, right?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Your exams are in a month and a half, right?"
"Yes," I confirmed.
She detailed the new, rigorous schedule. "You won't come out of your room during the day, Avi."
"Why the strict confinement?" I asked, confused.
"You'll stay in the room and study during the day. You can sleep for a while as well. We must make this look like serious exam preparation, so no one questions why you're missing at night," she reasoned.
"But I have to go to Komal's house too. We need to study together," I reminded her.
"Okay." She thought for a moment, mentally rearranging the blocks. "Wake up in the morning and exercise. After that, study until 2:00 PM. Then sleep for two hours because you won't get enough sleep at night with us."
"Then go to Komal's house at 4:00 PM to study. Come back from there at 6:00 PM and study again until dinner. I will come to your room at 11:00 PM and leave after two or two and a half hours, depending on our needs. After that, you can sleep. You can wake up at 8:00 AM instead of 6:00 AM to compensate for the lost sleep. This is your one-month timetable. After a month, we will stop having sex, and you will focus solely on your exams."
"Chachi, do you have a brain or a computer? What an incredibly detailed timetable you have made! I must salute you," I was speechless at her meticulous planning.
"Don't joke. You have to keep studying to keep up appearances," she warned gently.
"Yes, Chachi. I'll follow it exactly."
"What we're doing should not be known to Chacha or anyone else. This is our life, Avi," she leaned in, her voice low and serious again.
"I understand. Not a word."
"Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi should also not know about this timetable, about the milk, or about the frequency. They just know the final plan," she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You are my husband, and I am managing your health and performance. This is our secret to protect."
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I lay on top of Meena Chachi, both of us struggling to catch our breath after the intense, long session. The sticky heat of our bodies made the sheets cling to us. After a few minutes, our breathing steadied. I rolled off her, expecting her to go to the bathroom or leave, but she simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, the stillness a stark contrast to the frenzy just minutes before.
"Avi," she called my name, her voice soft but deep, drawing my attention.
I looked at her.
"Where did you learn all this? That was… shocking," she turned her head on the pillow, a slow motion.
"Madam taught me," I replied, a rush of pride mixed with the memory of my forbidden education.
"Madam has made you a real man, Avi. A dangerous one," Meena Chachi smiled, a look of profound satisfaction settling on her face.
"I don't understand," I said.
"The way you had sex with me, the attention you paid, the power you used... if you do that with any woman, they'll become your slave. They'll never want anyone else," she explained, her voice husky.
"And you, Chachi?" I asked, pushing the limit, my heart pounding.
"I've become your wife," she stated simply, without hesitation, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Wife?" I was genuinely surprised by the word.
"You will make me a mother, and you will become the father of my child. So by that logic, in this secret world we've created, you'll become my husband. Do you understand, Avi? You are my husband now," she reached out, gently caressing my arm. The declaration made my heart swell with an unprecedented feeling of belonging and power. I immediately hugged Chachi, feeling a rush of happiness and affirmation.
"Now let go of me." She laughed softly, patting my back. "This is enough for today."
I clung to her, the desire still sharp. "Let's do it one more time."
"Not today." She pulled back slightly, her voice firm. "From tomorrow, we'll do it twice every night."
"But why not today? I feel fine!" I protested.
"I don't want you to ruin your health to make me a mother," she looked at me seriously.
"I'm perfectly fine."
"A man gets tired after having sex like that. And you have to have sex every single night now. For almost a month, with three women. We have to preserve your stamina," she explained, emphasizing the long-term plan.
"But what will you do to keep my health good for a month of continuous sex?" I asked, now intrigued by her managerial focus.
"Listen closely. From tomorrow, you have to drink a tall glass of milk that I'll prepare for you every morning and every night," she instructed.
"Milk? I hate drinking plain milk," I complained, frowning.
"I won't let you hate it. I'll add dry fruits, saffron, and some special Ayurvedic herbs to it. Your health will be excellent, and you'll enjoy drinking it," she promised.
"I'll get fat from eating dry fruits every day," I worried.
"First, listen to me completely," she commanded, her expression patient.
"Yes, Chachi," I replied softly.
"Start exercising from tomorrow morning. Exercise for at least an hour to maintain your strength and fitness," she said.
"Yes, Chachi," I readily agreed.
"And yes, you're studying from home now, right?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Your exams are in a month and a half, right?"
"Yes," I confirmed.
She detailed the new, rigorous schedule. "You won't come out of your room during the day, Avi."
"Why the strict confinement?" I asked, confused.
"You'll stay in the room and study during the day. You can sleep for a while as well. We must make this look like serious exam preparation, so no one questions why you're missing at night," she reasoned.
"But I have to go to Komal's house too. We need to study together," I reminded her.
"Okay." She thought for a moment, mentally rearranging the blocks. "Wake up in the morning and exercise. After that, study until 2:00 PM. Then sleep for two hours because you won't get enough sleep at night with us."
"Then go to Komal's house at 4:00 PM to study. Come back from there at 6:00 PM and study again until dinner. I will come to your room at 11:00 PM and leave after two or two and a half hours, depending on our needs. After that, you can sleep. You can wake up at 8:00 AM instead of 6:00 AM to compensate for the lost sleep. This is your one-month timetable. After a month, we will stop having sex, and you will focus solely on your exams."
"Chachi, do you have a brain or a computer? What an incredibly detailed timetable you have made! I must salute you," I was speechless at her meticulous planning.
"Don't joke. You have to keep studying to keep up appearances," she warned gently.
"Yes, Chachi. I'll follow it exactly."
"What we're doing should not be known to Chacha or anyone else. This is our life, Avi," she leaned in, her voice low and serious again.
"I understand. Not a word."
"Suman Chachi and Seema Chachi should also not know about this timetable, about the milk, or about the frequency. They just know the final plan," she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You are my husband, and I am managing your health and performance. This is our secret to protect."
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