Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 80: The First Ride (Avi and Seema Chachi)

We stood close, the air still warm from our intense kissing. "Chachi," I whispered, my breath warm against Seema Chachi's cheek, "shall we begin the main event?"

Seema Chachi tilted her head back, her eyes heavy with desire. "I've been ready for a while," she admitted, a wide smile growing, "since Meena Chachi finished her story."

As soon as Seema Chachi spoke, I quickly removed the *pallu* of her saree. The heavy cloth fell to the floor, showing her breasts pushing tightly against the thin material of her blouse. Without any delay, I started to press her breasts hard over the blouse. The feeling of pushing and shaping them through the cloth was fun, making me eager for what was beneath. *How much more fun would it be without the blouse?* I wanted that fun now.

I unhooked the blouse and pulled it off. Seema Chachi's fair, round breasts sprang free, open for me to see. I put both hands on them and started to squeeze them roughly. Seema Chachi instantly started to moan, the sound low and rough. I could not stop now. While still squeezing her breasts, I slowly and carefully took off all her other clothes.

Seema Chachi stood naked in front of me. I let my eyes look over her body, remembering the shape of the forbidden form. Her body was not as thin and strong as Meena Chachi's, but it was softer, more full, and looked much better than Pooja bua's.

Seema Chachi placed a hand on my shoulder, feeling impatient. "What are you looking at, Avi?" she demanded.

I stepped closer, my eyes following the curve of her hip. "I'm looking at your beauty, Chachi. It's so beautiful," I told her honestly.

Seema Chachi pushed herself against me, the cool feel of her skin surprising me. "If you just keep looking, I'll leave before we start," she warned playfully.

I gently pushed her onto the bed. As soon as Seema Chachi lay down, I quickly took off my own clothes and fell onto her chest. I immediately took her nipple in my mouth and started to suck her breast as hard as I could, squeezing her other breast with my free hand at the same time. I changed my focus, sometimes squeezing one breast and sometimes the other. Just like Meena Chachi's, her breasts were also hard and reacted quickly. I realized then that my uncle only put his lunď in her chooť and had sex; he clearly did nothing to make her feel ready before pushing inside.

Then, still squeezing her breasts with my hands, I moved my mouth down. Now I was near her belly button. Seema Chachi's belly button was clearly bigger and deeper than Meena Chachi's. I started to kiss her belly button, exploring the small dip. While kissing, I put my tongue deep into her belly button and watched Seema Chachi's pleasure double.

All the first checks were done; now it was time for the final, most important test. I spread her legs apart. Her chooť was beautifully shown. Meena Chachi knew that I don't like hair on the chooť, and it looked like Meena Chachi had sent Seema Chachi completely ready and prepared. Seema Chachi's chooť was not very open or loose, a small sign that my uncle had married Meena Chachi three years *after* marrying Seema Chachi, giving the younger wife more time to stretch.

I lowered my face and started to smell Seema Chachi's pink chooť. A sweet, strong smell was coming from her. My hot breaths were making the sensitive skin even hotter.

I started to kiss her chooť. As soon as I licked her chooť with my tongue to clean it, a strong gush of water burst out of her. I wanted to lick her chooť hard with my tongue, but the rush was too sudden. I quickly drank all that water. Even after drinking the fluid, I did not stop licking her chooť, using my tongue to pull out more feeling. After a while of this hard licking, Seema Chachi could not stand it any longer. She cried out that I must put my lunď inside now.

I knew that if I waited for her to release water again, she would not be able to stand the pressure and would scream loudly, which was a big risk with Suman Didi just down the hall. I immediately stopped licking her chooť. "Do not scream, Chachi," I warned her, my voice low and serious, "or Suman Didi will find out everything." Seema Chachi quickly nodded her head in scared agreement.

I placed my lunď on her chooť, but I paused. I wanted to fully close her mouth first, so I started to suck her lips. When I felt that her scream would be completely muffled in my mouth, I gave a hard thrust. Maybe three inches of my lunď went inside. Just as I thought, her scream was fully muffled in my mouth, swallowed by my kiss. I quickly gave a second thrust, and my lunď went six inches inside. The pain instantly showed on Seema Chachi's face, and she struggled under me. Her pain was clear on my lips, pressed tightly against hers. To make her pain less, I kept kissing her and squeezing her breasts hard. But she was not becoming quiet; the first fight was too strong. Then, with a burst of determined feeling, I gave a final, deep thrust, and my lunď was completely lost deep inside her chooť.

The depth hurt her badly. This time, I knew I had to stop moving. I kept kissing her and squeezing her breasts, holding her still until her wild movements stopped and she was quiet. After what felt like fifteen minutes, Seema Chachi finally relaxed. When I felt she was strong enough to take the thrusts, I started to move. At first, I was thrusting slowly, checking how much she could handle. Her pain was slowly going away, and my efforts were working. Seema Chachi quickly released her water again; my previous licking and my sudden, deep push together brought a fast climax.

The release of water gave Seema Chachi some quick relief. Now, with every thrust, she started to help me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I kept thrusting, the steady hit of our hips and the squeaking of the mattress making a fast music. Seema Chachi and I, and the bed, were shaking together; it felt like we were bouncing in a local train in Mumbai. The sound of "patch patch" was loud in the room. I increased my speed, my high-speed train moving forward with full power. I started to eat her "rasgulla"-like breasts, biting and sucking them wildly. Seema Chachi's body was as hot as the heat in Chennai.

Our sex continued for thirty minutes. Seema Chachi and I won this long race together. I released my semen deep into her chooť. Seema Chachi emptied her tank four separate times during the marathon. I collapsed on her, completely used up. The loud sound of our heavy breathing was the only sound heard in the room. After a while, our breathing slowed, and we became normal.

Seema Chachi stroked my hair, her voice full of respect. "You turned out to be a pro player, Avi," she whispered softly.

I smiled, still resting my head on her chest. "After all, whose nephew am I?" I asked proudly.

Seema Chachi laughed, pulling my head up to look at her. "Not my nephew," she said, a playful smile on her face, "you're my husband, my baby-maker, you're my son. But I have to admit, you have undeniable power."

I looked down at her, already feeling my energy coming back. "Do you want to see that power in action one more time?" I challenged.

"Can you show me, after all that?" Seema Chachi challenged playfully, her eyes sparkling.

"It depends on what the viewer wants," I countered.

Seema Chachi bit her lip, her eyes shining. "I want one more time."

"Then let's go back to the battlefield," I declared, starting to move my weight.

"I'm always ready," Seema Chachi declared, pulling me into a hug.

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