Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 85: The Strategist's Pride

I was deep in sleep when I felt a gentle shake. Meena chachi was leaning over me. "Avi, wake up," Meena chachi commanded softly. "It's time to eat."

I groaned, pulling the blanket higher. "Let me sleep for a while longer, chachi."

Meena chachi's tone sharpened. "Are you going to wake up right now, or should I pour the water on you?"

"Wait, wait!" I surrendered, sitting up abruptly. "I'm waking up, I'm up."

Meena chachi sat beside me, her expression shifting to conspiratorial excitement. "Now tell me, did you have as much fun with didi as you promised you would?"

"Yes," I confirmed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"Where did you put your fluid, in the end?" Meena chachi asked, checking for adherence to the plan.

"In her chooť, just as you instructed," I replied.

Meena chachi beamed with satisfaction. "Didi was just telling me how much explosive fun you gave her. You made didi very, very happy."

I swung my legs off the bed, stretching. "It would have been impossible to do this without your brilliant planning, chachi."

"Don't praise me too much, or I'll charge you extra," Meena chachi joked, rising to her feet. "Wake up and eat your food. You have to be ready to do it again at night as well."

"Your wish is my command," I promised with a grin.

We both started to laugh, the easy camaraderie settling between us. 

Later that night, seem chachi moved quickly to the bedroom, the unspoken urgency heavy in the air. For the first session, Seema Chachi took charge, climbing onto me and sitting on my hips. She guided my lunď into her chooť herself and started to ride. She set a hard, demanding pace, her body bouncing and grinding down, her own desire clearly in control. I grabbed her hips, helping her movements, watching her face twist with pleasure as she rode me hard until her body shook with climax.

After a short rest, the fire was back. For the second session, Seema Chachi turned over and pushed her hips up, signaling the doggy position. "I want my gaand fucked again," she whispered, her voice rough with raw need, shocking me with her focus on it. 

She loved the tight, intense feeling it gave her. I positioned myself behind her and pushed my lunď into her gaand again. She arched her back, helping my thrusts with every strong push of her hips. Her hands gripped the pillows, pulling her body back against me to take me deeper. We continued like this for a long time, the rhythm deep and brutal, until I released my semen into her chooť as Meena Chachi had instructed.

She was utterly exhausted afterward, collapsing onto the bed, her muscles trembling. I realized I had sex with Seema Chachi five times in the last twenty-four hours, including the afternoon session, and fucked her gaand twice. The thought left me drained but satisfied.

*

Next day: Just like every day, I woke up in the morning and immediately started to work out. Today, Meena chachi brought the milk herself.

I took the glass from her, noticing the absence of the usual person. "Where is Seema chachi today?"

Meena chachi shrugged, a smug smile playing on her lips. "She's still sleeping."

"Still?" I asked, shocked at her lack of energy.

"You didn't leave her capable of doing anything but sleep," Meena chachi stated, leaning against the doorframe.

I frowned, thinking of her initial refusal to let me be rough. "You only told me to do it twice at night. You didn't tell me to push her to exhaustion."

"I told you to do it at night," Meena chachi countered, her voice laced with amusement, "but what about fucking her ganď during the day without telling me you'd do that?"

"That was..." I stammered, caught in the act.

"Now say it, Avi. What was the reason?" Meena chachi prompted, tapping her foot.

"I had fucked your ganď as well, chachi," I explained, finding my justification. "That's why I felt I had to fuck Seema chachi's too."

Meena chachi looked genuinely confused. "I don't understand the logic behind that necessity."

"If I had only fucked your ganď and not Seema chachi's," I explained, leaning in, "she would have eventually felt that I love you more and love her less. That I'm holding back from her."

Meena chachi pondered my analysis of female psychology. "Why would she think something like that, over just one position?"

"In sex, one woman gets desperately jealous of another woman's experiences," I stated with false authority.

Meena chachi laughed, finally revealing her insight. "I know all this, Avi. That's exactly why I agreed to let you fuck her ganď—I wanted her to be fully satisfied."

"Meaning you had thought of this necessity before I even asked you about it?" I asked, impressed by her foresight.

"Yes," Meena chachi confirmed, puffing out her chest slightly. "I know what to do, when to do it, and how to do it in this house. What, do you think I'm illiterate? I have a B.A. degree. I also have a little bit of a brain that I use to manage this family." *(Meena chachi had studied until the 12th before marriage, but after marriage, chachi did her graduation from an open university.)*

"I have to agree with you, chachi, you are a master strategist," I conceded. "But at first, you were refusing me so fiercely."

"So, would I let you fuck didi's ganď that easily, on the first request?" Meena chachi teased, a knowing glint in her eyes. "That wouldn't be fun for either of us."

"That's true," I admitted, remembering the struggle to convince her. "You also gave yours with difficulty and a lot of drama."

"What you get with difficulty, you have more fun with," Meena chachi recited, like a sacred mantra.

"You wanted to give me more fun by making me beg you for it?" I asked, grinning.

"Yes," Meena chachi affirmed, her expression triumphant. "Now you know I'm the real challenge."

And our conversation continued like this, with Meena chachi enjoying her role as the mastermind. At night, I continued the rigorous schedule, fucking Seema chachi's chooť and ganď again. I had been having sex with Seema chachi for three days now, and the thought nagged at me: *I don't know when Meena chachi will finally prepare Suman chachi, Suman chachi, for my turn.*

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