Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 77: Last Time, Hard Sex (Avi and Meena Chachi)

I came straight home from Pooja bua's place. My muscles felt sore and heavy after the fast, hard sex with Pooja bua. I went straight to my room to sleep, knowing I needed the rest before tonight. After sleeping for a while, I studied my notes, waiting for Meena Chachi. My wait ended quickly. Meena Chachi came into my room twenty minutes earlier than usual, moving with clear tension.

Meena Chachi walked quickly to the foot of the bed. "Avi, from tomorrow, you will have sex with Seema didi," she said, her voice low. "Tomorrow night, you must make Seema Chachi so happy that she can't imagine living without you."

"Yes," I promised, feeling sure of myself after the session with Pooja bua. "I won't give Seema Chachi a chance to say anything bad about me."

Meena Chachi stepped closer, her voice dropping. "Don't tell Seema Chachi about the sex you've had with Madam, Pooja bua, Mona, and Rati," she instructed. "Keep that history private."

"I won't tell her anything," I confirmed, nodding my head.

Meena Chachi took a deep breath, her eyes locking onto mine. "Today is the last time I'll have sex with you for a while," she stated simply.

I felt a sudden sharp feeling of disappointment. "You won't have sex with me again?" I asked, my voice tight. "Is that final?"

Meena Chachi gave a subtle smile. "What do you want?" she asked, watching me closely.

"I want you," I answered honestly, stepping toward her.

"Okay, you have sex with Didi from tomorrow," Meena Chachi agreed, a soft look in her eyes, "and after that, you can have sex with me again in the next rotation."

I felt a wave of relief and happiness. "You are my favorite Chachi," I told her, my smile genuine.

"That's fine," Meena Chachi said, her smile growing wide. "But today, you can do whatever you want with me, according to your wildest wishes."

I paused, thinking about the offer. "Meaning?" I questioned, looking at her intently.

Meena Chachi's eyes were dark and intense. "Today, don't love me like an aunt, but like your girlfriend—your most desired woman," she explained, her breath catching slightly.

"I've never had a girlfriend before," I confessed. "So how would I know how to love a girlfriend?"

"You should completely lose yourself in the intoxication of sex," Meena Chachi instructed, taking a small step back. "Forget the rules, forget the schedule. After that, you can have sex with me."

"What if I do too much?" I asked, my heart starting to beat fast. "What if I'm too rough?"

"That's fine. Do whatever you want. I won't say anything," Meena Chachi promised, her resolve absolute. "Just don't love me like an aunt; love me like a wife who is a virgin, and you have to give her pleasure with some pain, like on a wedding night."

I fell onto Meena Chachi. Meena Chachi responded at once, helping me, her own desire completely open. Today, she did not worry that someone in the house would hear us. I started to take full, hard pleasure in having sex with her. We were both totally lost in the moment. I did not even notice when my clothes left my body and fell to the ground. Meena Chachi was in the same state, her clothes thrown away.

I looked down at Meena Chachi, but saw her eyes fixed on the door, not me. I thought she was checking to make sure no one saw us. But actually, Meena Chachi was watching Seema Chachi, who was hidden in the shadows outside the room, visibly scratching her chooť with her finger, unable to look away from the scene.

I wanted to leave nothing undone in having sex with Meena Chachi. First, I lowered my head, and like a mad dog, I started to bite and lick her chooť. My tongue worked fast and deep, tasting the raw fluid already coming from her. My teeth quickly bit her inner thighs and her clitoris, making her draw sharp, loud gasps.

"Aah! Yes, Avi," Meena Chachi gasped, her hands pulling at my hair. I pulled her off the bed and onto my face at the edge of the mattress, making her sit on my face. She struggled slightly to get balanced. Then, she fixed her position and pressed her wet chooť deep onto my face. "Ufff! More! Oh, God, more!" she screamed, her voice thick with lust. She started to grind her hips hard, letting her raw desire take over. I agreed, holding her tight as her body seized up, and a sudden salty rush of her climax flooded my mouth. Her hips started to shake hard against my face, and she let out a long, loud moan. She collapsed onto my chest, slick and shaking.

I let her rest for a long minute, pulling my face up to breathe. Meena Chachi brought her hand down and gently took hold of my lunď, which was already hard again, playing with its size. "I loved that sucking, Avi," she whispered, her voice rough. "You were like a madman. It was just what I needed."

I shook my head, my eyes burning with hunger. "I'm not done tasting, Chachi. I want more."

She sighed, her body still shaking a little. I grabbed her legs, putting them wide on the bed, and put my head back between her thighs. She gasped as I returned, and I licked her chooť one more time, using my tongue like a drill, pushing her toward another release. She let out a steady stream of water, whimpering my name.

I moved her immediately into position. I swung her body around so her hips were right at the edge of the bed. I stood up and knelt before her, lifting her legs high over my shoulders until her knees rested on my back. This angle forced her entire chooť to be pushed forward and completely open. I lowered my head and drove my tongue deep inside her chooť, using the angle to reach her deepest points with strong, focused power. My tongue worked fast and without rest, tasting the salty rush of her climax as she screamed, her back arching hard off the bed. She shook all over and let out a huge wave of water that soaked my face, doing everything I needed until her body went completely soft and fell back onto the bed, slick and shaking.

Finally, I lifted my head. Meena Chachi's chest was heaving. "Avi... please..." she begged, her eyes half-closed. "I'm so tired. I need to rest now."

I stood up, my body still full of energy. "Not yet, Chachi," I replied, my voice rough. "I still need to fuck you."

I pulled her up to stand, her back against the wall, and lifted her high, so her legs wrapped around my hips. I hit my lunď into her chooť with the force of the hit against the wall, making Meena Chachi gasp in pain and shock.

"Ah! Avi!" she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I used the wall to push against, holding her arms tight above her head. This made her chooť rub harder against my hips. For ten minutes, I shoved my lunď into her, moving fast and hard without stopping. The wall was a solid support, letting me put all my force into every push.

*My vision went blurry. The sound of my heavy breathing and the wet slap of our bodies against the wall filled the room. This was the aggression she asked for. I felt the strong beating of my lunď, thick and hard inside her.*

I placed her on the bed again, but then quickly pulled her to her knees near the edge. I knelt behind her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her body up, so she was bent over, supporting herself on her hands and knees. This was like the standing doggy position, but I quickly lifted her by the waist and pressed her legs around my waist, lifting her high off the floor into the Standing Wheelbarrow position. She hung there, gripping my waist with her legs to stay balanced, her chooť aimed perfectly at my lunď.

I entered her from behind, deep and hard. I could control how far and at what angle I went completely. My thrusts became a brutal, steady pounding. I felt her body giving way to strong, painful pleasure.

"Yes, Avi!!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the pillow she held beneath her face.

I kept going until her chooť felt skin-tight around my lunď. I knew she was almost done, but I was not finished.

I let her body slide down until her knees hit the floor. Her body was still bent over, open and ready. I pulled my lunď out of her chooť and moved to her gaand hole.

"No, Avi, stop!" she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

But the wild feeling of the night took over me. I did not stop. I made my lunď slippery with the fluid from her chooť and drove it into her gaand with force.

A loud cry escaped Meena Chachi's throat as my lunď broke through her tight barrier. I slowed down a little, feeling how difficult it was, then sped up again, pushing past her pain. This was the final release of all the frustration and desire I held.

I held nothing back, fucking her gaand until the final burst of my semen shot deep inside her. I fell onto her back, my body shaking with tiredness.

It took a long time for me to feel normal, my body still vibrating. When I finally looked at Meena Chachi's state, I was shocked. She looked like a dead chicken—still, pale, and completely used up. I saw blood on the sheets near her chooť. Her gaand hole was wide open, showing I had fucked her gaand just as hard, and there was blood near the gaand too.

My heart pounded hard against my ribs, a dull, heavy shock. A tight knot formed in my gut. My breath was fast and shallow, and cold sweat made my skin sticky. *What have I done?* I thought I was in big trouble; I had pushed her too far.

I quickly cleaned my lunď with a towel. I found my courage and looked at Meena Chachi's face. She did not look like she was in pain, but there were tears in her eyes that had now dried. A white cloth lay near her mouth; maybe Meena Chachi had bitten it to stop her screams during the final climax. I quickly gave Meena Chachi some water. After drinking the water, she seemed to become fully awake again.

She sat up a little and kissed me on my head. A deep, clear feeling of happiness was on her face, hiding the physical injuries.

"Even on my wedding night, this much blood didn't come out," Meena Chachi spoke, her voice still rough. "Today, you brought it out of my chooť and gaand in just one session."

"Sorry, Chachi," I apologized right away. "I don't know what happened to me. I lost control."

"Why are you saying sorry?" Meena Chachi waved her hand to dismiss it. "I had a lot of fun. It was exactly what I asked for."

"Blood came out of you, and you still had fun?" I asked, totally confused. "I don't understand."

Meena Chachi sat up slowly, the smile gone, replaced by a look of worry. "You don't need to understand anything," she told me. "You just think about tomorrow's sex."

*(Meena Chachi's Internal Thought): What have I done? Everything is ruined. Why did I tell Avi to do this today? I should have waited a few days for this hard sex. If Seema Didi saw me like this, she might refuse to have sex with Avi. But how could I know that Avi would keep going until blood came out of my chooť and gaand? This is my mistake. What have I done?*

"Don't have sex like this with Seema Didi for the first time," Meena Chachi instructed carefully, covering her body. "Do it with a little more love, and a little less force."

"Yes," I promised quickly. "I will do it with complete love."

"Now you should sleep. I'm going to my room as well," Meena Chachi finished, looking tired.

"Good night," I replied.

Meena Chachi gave a tired smile before leaving the room, carrying the weight of her secret plan and her injured body.

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