Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 76: The Revelation and the Witness (Meena and Seema Chachi)

Meena chachi gripped Seema chachi's shoulder, her face radiating urgency. "Look, listen to me carefully. The plan hinges on this: I've been having sex with that boy for a week."

Seema chachi's jaw dropped; her eyes went wide with shock. "What? For a week? Where? How? You're only telling me this now, after it’s been happening?"

Meena chachi squeezed Seema chachi's shoulder, forcing attention. "First, listen to everything I have to say, the whole story. Then I'll answer every one of your questions."

Seema chachi swallowed hard, her excitement warring with her disbelief. "Tell me," Seema chachi breathed, leaning in close.

Meena chachi lowered her voice further, making the disclosure feel like a sacred secret. "I've been having sex with that boy for a week. That boy's lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chacha's. He has sex for thirty to forty minutes without stopping. Before having sex, he also sucks chooť. What can I tell you about him? The more I describe, the less justice I do to the experience."

Seema chachi visibly trembled, the skepticism giving way to raw temptation. "Is it true that his lunď is longer and thicker than Avi's Chacha's?"

Meena chachi nodded firmly, a sly smirk appearing. "Yes, so much so that you can't even hold its full thickness easily in your hand."

"And he does it for thirty to forty minutes?" Seema chachi's voice was hushed with awe.

"Yes, sometimes it even takes fifty minutes," Meena chachi confirmed, enjoying the effect the details were having.

Seema chachi started to shift nervously, unconsciously scratching her chooť through her saree. "He also sucks chooť?"

"He sucks it in such a way," Meena chachi recounted, her voice drifting with memory, "that he makes you release more water than Avi's Chacha ever could, just by sucking your chooť."

Seema chachi rubbed her chooť hard against the fabric, her breathing quickening. "What else does he do? Tell me everything."

Meena chachi leaned closer, whispering details like drops of forbidden nectar. "He licks the whole body. He presses the breasts in such a way that it feels like milk will come out, they become so swollen and sensitive."

Seema chachi impatiently urged her on. "And...?"

"If you take his lunď in your mouth and start sucking," Meena chachi said, her voice dropping to a near murmur, "you don't feel like taking it out; it's mesmerizing."

"And...?" Seema chachi demanded, her face flushed red.

Meena chachi painted the final picture. "His lunď isn't black like Avi's Chacha's. It's a fair lunď, and the top is completely red, like a ripe fruit. When I licked it with my tongue, I felt so much pleasure that you can't even imagine the sensation."

Seema chachi was beyond the point of reasoning; her fantasy had taken over. "My chooť has released water just hearing this. Now I can't wait anymore. I want to have sex with him quickly. Meena, somehow, please, please make me have sex with him quickly."

Meena chachi felt a thrill of success; the arrow had hit the target. The initial shock had been overcome by desire, just as Meena chachi had predicted. "Do you know where I was having sex all this time?"

Seema chachi shook her head, confusion mixing with lust. "Where?"

Meena chachi held up a single finger, pointing towards the rest of the house. "In this house. Under the same roof as your husband."

Seema chachi's disbelief returned, strong enough to momentarily halt the desire. "What are you saying? In this house? Is that true, or are you making this up to provoke me?"

"I would give Avi's Chacha sleeping pills every night and make him sleep like a stone," Meena chachi explained, her voice firm with certainty. "Then I would have sex with that boy twice a night, every night, right down the hall."

"Twice...?" Seema chachi whispered, her fingers covering her mouth. "Make me meet that boy, please... By the way, who is he? You haven't told me."

"You know him," Meena chachi stated simply.

"I know him? Now don't talk in riddles, Meena! Tell me quickly, who is he?" Seema chachi pleaded, unable to bear the suspense.

Meena chachi let the name hang in the air for a moment. "He is none other than Avi."

The revelation struck Seema chachi like a physical blow. She staggered back, pressing her hand against her chest. "What? No, this can't be true... Avi would never do this... You're lying to trick me into something!"

"No," Meena chachi insisted, standing firm. "I'm telling the absolute truth."

Seema chachi's mind reeled, trying to reconcile the boy they treated as a nephew with the man Meena chachi described. "But we consider him our son. You've had sex with him... I can't even think about this betrayal of family ties."

Meena chachi shrugged off the morality. "So what if we consider him our son? Now we'll consider him our husband, our baby-maker."

"What are you saying?" Seema chachi demanded, her voice rising in alarm. "Do you even know what dangerous thing you're proposing?"

"I didn't find anyone more trustworthy than Avi to help us," Meena chachi explained, her voice hardening with the logic of necessity. "He was the right one to keep our secret safe."

"Didn't you find anyone else?" Seema chachi asked, shaking her head.

"You'll find thousands of people willing to sleep with us, but it's hard to find someone as trustworthy and discreet as Avi," Meena chachi countered, laying out the practical reason.

"But Avi is still a child, a boy," Seema chachi protested, grasping at the last thread of denial.

Meena chachi gave a short, cynical laugh. "You consider him a child. Avi has become a real man, in every sense of the word."

"What do you mean by a real man?" Seema chachi questioned, demanding proof.

"No one in this village can have sex like he does, not even your husband," Meena chachi said, her voice dropping back to a seductive whisper.

Seema chachi hesitated, the moral wall crumbling under the weight of temptation and the desperate need for a child. "But still..."

"Just forget about 'buts'," Meena chachi cut in sharply, sensing her agreement. "Look, I've been having sex with him for a week. I'll become a mother soon. Now you have to decide if you want to become a mother or not, or if you want to be barren forever."

Seema chachi was silent for a long moment, thinking of her husband and the childless years. "Did you tell Suman didi?"

"No," Meena chachi confirmed. "I didn't tell Suman didi, and you shouldn't either. I told you at the right time to give you a chance, and after you have sex with him, I'll tell Suman didi at the right time too."

Seema chachi finally surrendered to the plot. "Okay, if Meena chachi can have sex with Avi, then I can too. And I won't tell Suman didi either. But..."

"But what?" Meena chachi prompted, impatient for the final request.

Seema chachi leaned forward conspiratorially. "I want to see you and Avi having sex before I do it myself."

Meena chachi quickly agreed, relieved the hardest part was over. "Okay, you can watch tonight at 11 o'clock in Avi's room. You will see the truth for yourself. And yes, don't come in. And remember, Suman didi shouldn't know about this, under any circumstance."

Seema chachi waved the concern away. "Don't worry about Suman didi. Once Suman didi falls asleep, Suman didi won't wake up until morning."

"Then get ready to have sex with Avi tomorrow night," Meena chachi finalized, her voice victorious.

"I'm ready," Seema chachi declared, a hungry anticipation lighting her eyes.

(Meena chachi's Internal Thought): *What I had thought would happen, happened. Seema didi agreed, motivated by lust and desperation. But Suman didi will never agree just by being told. Meena chachi will have to think of something much more elaborate for Suman didi.* 

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