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24. Morning After: Whispers of New Beginnings
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Vinay's apartment, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Anjali and Vinay lay entwined. The air still carried the faint musk of their night's passions—sweat, cum, and the lingering sweetness of jasmine from her hair. Anjali stirred first, her voluptuous body pressed against his, one leg dbangd over his thigh, her hand resting possessively on his chest. The new mangalsutra gleamed against her skin, a symbol of their illicit union, and as consciousness returned, a soft smile curved her lips. No guilt shadowed her thoughts this morning; the temple's blessings had woven their love into something sacred, even if society might call it forbidden.
She shifted, feeling the sticky remnants of their lovemaking between her thighs—his cum dried on her skin, her pussy tender from the relentless fucking. Gently, she traced circles on his nipple with her fingertip, watching it harden under her touch. Vinay's eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a warmth that made her core clench. 'Good morning, sreevaaru,' she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against his in a lazy kiss. Their tongues met briefly, a soft exploration that promised more, but she pulled back with a playful nip to his lower lip.
'Morning, akkayya,' he replied, his voice gravelly from sleep and satisfaction. His hand slid down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the plump cheek firmly, fingers dipping into the cleft. 'Last night... you were incredible. My wife in every way that matters.' The word 'wife' sent a thrill through her, her nipples peaking against his side. She pressed closer, her massive breasts flattening against his chest, the black beads of the mangalsutra clicking softly.
They lingered like that for moments, exchanging tender kisses that grew heated—lips sucking, tongues sliding in slow, wet dances. Vinay's cock stirred against her thigh, thickening as her hand wandered down to wrap around it, stroking the velvety shaft from root to tip. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, and she smeared it with her thumb, eliciting a low groan from him. 'Anjali... if we start this now, we'll never leave the bed.' But his hips bucked into her grip, betraying his words.
A knock at the door interrupted them—sharp and insistent. Anjali froze, cheeks flushing, but Vinay chuckled, recognizing the rhythm. 'That'll be Priya. She probably couldn't wait to see how our suhag raat went.' He disentangled himself reluctantly, pulling on a pair of boxers that did little to hide his semi-erection, while Anjali snatched a sheet to cover her nudity, though it clung transparently to her curves.
Priya burst in without waiting for an invitation, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed casually in a tight tank top that hugged her perky breasts and yoga pants that accentuated her toned legs, but her gaze zeroed in on Anjali's disheveled form. 'Well, well, look at the newlyweds! Akka, you look thoroughly fucked. And thammudu, I can see you're ready for round... what, ten?' She laughed, plopping onto the bed's edge, her hand casually brushing Anjali's thigh under the sheet.
Anjali's blush deepened, but there was no shame in it—Priya's presence felt natural now, part of their tangled web of desire. 'Chelli, don't tease,' she said softly, though her voice held a husky edge. Priya's bisexuality had blossomed fully under Vinay's subtle influences, her attraction to Anjali's voluptuous body undeniable. Last night's temple visit had included Priya's own vows of sisterly devotion, laced with erotic undertones.
Vinay sat up, pulling Priya into a quick kiss—lips pressing firmly, tongue darting in for a taste—before turning back to Anjali. 'Priya helped make this possible, akkayya. She deserves to join the celebration.' His words hung heavy, and Anjali's breath hitched, her pussy tingling at the implication. Priya's eyes darkened with lust, leaning over to capture Anjali's mouth in a kiss that started gentle but turned voracious. Their lips mashed, tongues thrusting hungrily, Priya's hand slipping under the sheet to palm Anjali's breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it ached.
Vinay watched, his cock now fully hard, tenting his boxers. The sight of his wife—both of them, in a way—kissing so passionately fueled his arousal. Anjali moaned into Priya's mouth, her resistance to this dynamic long faded; with Priya, it felt softer, less domineering than with Vinay's commanding presence. She reciprocated, sucking Priya's tongue, her free hand tugging at the tank top to expose one small, firm breast, pinching the dark nipple.
Priya broke the kiss with a gasp, stripping off her top and pants in fluid motions, revealing her smooth, athletic body—shaved pussy already glistening. 'Akka, I've been dreaming of this since the temple. Your body... it's addictive.' She pushed Anjali back onto the pillows, straddling her waist, their breasts brushing as she leaned down for more kisses—deep, sloppy ones where saliva trailed between lips, chins slick. Vinay shed his boxers, stroking his cock slowly as he positioned himself beside them, his free hand groping Anjali's other breast, squeezing the heavy flesh until milk-white skin turned pink.
The room filled with wet sounds: kisses smacking, hands kneading soft curves. Priya trailed her mouth down Anjali's neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then latched onto a nipple, drawing it into her mouth with fervent suction. Anjali arched, crying out: 'Oh, chelli... yes, suck my tit like that!' Her hand fisted Priya's hair, guiding her, while Vinay claimed the other nipple, his tongue lashing the peak before biting down gently. The dual assault made Anjali's pussy throb, juices leaking onto the sheets.
Vinay's fingers dipped between Anjali's thighs, finding her slick folds. He rubbed her clit in slow circles, then plunged two fingers inside, curling them to hit her G-spot. 'So wet already, akkayya. Watching you with Priya turns me on.' Anjali bucked against his hand, moans escalating: 'Emandi... finger my pussy deeper... chelli, don't stop!' Priya switched nipples, her hand joining Vinay's, thumb pressing Anjali's clit while he pumped his fingers faster, the squelching sounds obscene.
Unable to wait, Priya slid down, spreading Anjali's legs wide. Her tongue dove in immediately, lapping at the entrance where Vinay's fingers still thrust. 'Taste so good, akka... mixed with thammudu's cum from last night.' She sucked the clit hard, tongue flicking rapidly, while Vinay withdrew his fingers to feed them to Anjali, making her suck her own juices clean. Anjali's hips rolled, chasing the pleasure, her massive breasts heaving, mangalsutra beads bouncing wildly.
Vinay knelt by her head, guiding his cock to her lips. 'Open for me, wife.' Anjali obeyed eagerly, mouth stretching around the thick head, tongue swirling the underside as she bobbed. She gagged when he pushed deeper, but hollowed her cheeks, sucking with wet slurps, saliva dripping down her chin. Priya's mouth worked relentlessly—tongue fucking her hole, lips nibbling the inner lips—building Anjali toward climax. 'Mmmph... emandi, your cock... chelli, eat my pussy!' Her words muffled around his shaft, vibrations humming through him.
Orgasm hit Anjali like a wave, her body convulsing, pussy clenching as she squirted onto Priya's face. She screamed around Vinay's cock, thighs quaking, but Priya lapped every drop, humming in delight. Vinay pulled out, not wanting to cum yet, and flipped positions. He entered Anjali in one smooth thrust, her walls still fluttering from release, gripping him like a vice. 'Fuck, akkayya... so tight.' He pounded deep, balls slapping her ass, while Priya straddled Anjali's face, lowering her pussy onto her mouth.
Anjali licked hungrily, tongue plunging into Priya's wet heat, sucking the clit as Priya ground down. 'Yes, akka... tongue-fuck me!' Priya's hands kneaded Anjali's breasts, pinching nipples, while Vinay's thrusts rocked them all. The bed creaked under the rhythm—his hips slamming, Anjali's moans vibrating into Priya's core. Priya came first, flooding Anjali's mouth with her juices, body shuddering as she rode the waves.
Vinay sped up, gripping Anjali's hips, cock pistoning in and out. 'Cum with me, both of you.' Priya dismounted, fingers rubbing Anjali's clit furiously, and Anjali shattered again, walls milking Vinay's cock. He buried deep, groaning as he flooded her with hot cum, spurt after spurt filling her until it leaked out around his shaft. They collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat and fluids.
After catching their breath, Priya kissed Anjali softly, then Vinay, tasting the mix of them all. 'That was just the morning warm-up. What's next for our little family?' Anjali, glowing with aftershocks, traced the mangalsutra. 'More of this... but maybe we explore outside these walls. Take me shopping again, emandi? I want to feel desired in new ways.' Vinay grinned, pulling them both close. 'Anything for you, akkayya. And Priya, you'll help her try on those outfits.'
The day unfolded with lazy intimacy—shared showers where hands wandered, soaping breasts and cocks, leading to quick fucks against the tiles; breakfast where Anjali sat on Vinay's lap, his fingers teasing her under the table while Priya fed her bites, lips brushing in between. By afternoon, they dressed for the outing: Anjali in a modern salwar kameera that hugged her curves, the dupatta sheer enough to tease cleavage; Priya in a short dress; Vinay casual but commanding.
At the mall, Vinay led them to the lingerie section, his arm around Anjali's waist. 'Pick something slutty, akkayya. I want to see you in it.' Blushing but excited, Anjali selected a black lace set—thong that barely covered her pussy, bra that pushed her breasts up like offerings. In the dressing room, Priya joined her, 'helping' by kissing her neck, hands cupping her ass as they modeled. Vinay peeked in, cock hardening at the sight. 'Turn around, both of you.' They did, bending slightly, asses presented. He groped them both, fingers slipping under fabric to rub clits. 'Buy them all. Tonight, we'll use them.'
Dinner at a dimly lit restaurant followed, under-the-table touches escalating tension—Vinay's hand between Anjali's thighs, fingering her slowly through her panties; Priya's foot rubbing his crotch. Anjali bit her lip to stifle moans, pussy dripping. 'Emandi... I need you now.' But he teased, withdrawing just as she neared the edge.
The theater was their breaking point. In the back row of a late-night show, darkness cloaking them, Vinay pulled Anjali onto his lap, hiking her salwar. His cock slid into her easily, her juices soaking him. She rode discreetly, hips circling, biting his shoulder to muffle cries as Priya watched, hand in her own panties. 'Fuck me quietly, akkayya,' Vinay whispered, thrusting up. She came hard, clenching around him, and he followed, filling her again. Priya leaned over, kissing Anjali through the afterglow, tasting the forbidden thrill.
Back home, they stripped into the new lingerie, Anjali's body a vision—lace straining over her huge tits, thong wedged between ass cheeks. Priya's set was red, sheer and daring. Vinay commanded a show: they kissed deeply on the bed, hands exploring, then scissored—pussies grinding, clits rubbing in slick friction. Anjali moaned loudly: 'Chelli... your pussy feels so good against mine!' Vinay stroked himself, then joined, fucking Priya from behind while she tribbed Anjali, the chain reaction of moans filling the room.
He switched, entering Anjali doggy-style, cock slamming as Priya sat on her face. Tongues, thrusts, and cries built to a crescendo—Priya squirting on Anjali's mouth, Anjali creaming around Vinay's pistoning cock, him pulling out to cum on their joined pussies, ropes painting pink flesh. They licked each other clean, kisses messy with cum and love.
Exhausted but bonded, they curled together, Anjali between the two, hands linked. 'This is our life now,' Vinay murmured. Anjali nodded, content. 'Forever, my love... with you both.' Sleep came, but passion simmered, ready for tomorrow's desires.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of Vinay's apartment, painting golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Anjali and Vinay lay entwined. The air still carried the faint musk of their night's passions—sweat, cum, and the lingering sweetness of jasmine from her hair. Anjali stirred first, her voluptuous body pressed against his, one leg dbangd over his thigh, her hand resting possessively on his chest. The new mangalsutra gleamed against her skin, a symbol of their illicit union, and as consciousness returned, a soft smile curved her lips. No guilt shadowed her thoughts this morning; the temple's blessings had woven their love into something sacred, even if society might call it forbidden.
She shifted, feeling the sticky remnants of their lovemaking between her thighs—his cum dried on her skin, her pussy tender from the relentless fucking. Gently, she traced circles on his nipple with her fingertip, watching it harden under her touch. Vinay's eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a warmth that made her core clench. 'Good morning, sreevaaru,' she murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against his in a lazy kiss. Their tongues met briefly, a soft exploration that promised more, but she pulled back with a playful nip to his lower lip.
'Morning, akkayya,' he replied, his voice gravelly from sleep and satisfaction. His hand slid down her back to cup her ass, squeezing the plump cheek firmly, fingers dipping into the cleft. 'Last night... you were incredible. My wife in every way that matters.' The word 'wife' sent a thrill through her, her nipples peaking against his side. She pressed closer, her massive breasts flattening against his chest, the black beads of the mangalsutra clicking softly.
They lingered like that for moments, exchanging tender kisses that grew heated—lips sucking, tongues sliding in slow, wet dances. Vinay's cock stirred against her thigh, thickening as her hand wandered down to wrap around it, stroking the velvety shaft from root to tip. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, and she smeared it with her thumb, eliciting a low groan from him. 'Anjali... if we start this now, we'll never leave the bed.' But his hips bucked into her grip, betraying his words.
A knock at the door interrupted them—sharp and insistent. Anjali froze, cheeks flushing, but Vinay chuckled, recognizing the rhythm. 'That'll be Priya. She probably couldn't wait to see how our suhag raat went.' He disentangled himself reluctantly, pulling on a pair of boxers that did little to hide his semi-erection, while Anjali snatched a sheet to cover her nudity, though it clung transparently to her curves.
Priya burst in without waiting for an invitation, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed casually in a tight tank top that hugged her perky breasts and yoga pants that accentuated her toned legs, but her gaze zeroed in on Anjali's disheveled form. 'Well, well, look at the newlyweds! Akka, you look thoroughly fucked. And thammudu, I can see you're ready for round... what, ten?' She laughed, plopping onto the bed's edge, her hand casually brushing Anjali's thigh under the sheet.
Anjali's blush deepened, but there was no shame in it—Priya's presence felt natural now, part of their tangled web of desire. 'Chelli, don't tease,' she said softly, though her voice held a husky edge. Priya's bisexuality had blossomed fully under Vinay's subtle influences, her attraction to Anjali's voluptuous body undeniable. Last night's temple visit had included Priya's own vows of sisterly devotion, laced with erotic undertones.
Vinay sat up, pulling Priya into a quick kiss—lips pressing firmly, tongue darting in for a taste—before turning back to Anjali. 'Priya helped make this possible, akkayya. She deserves to join the celebration.' His words hung heavy, and Anjali's breath hitched, her pussy tingling at the implication. Priya's eyes darkened with lust, leaning over to capture Anjali's mouth in a kiss that started gentle but turned voracious. Their lips mashed, tongues thrusting hungrily, Priya's hand slipping under the sheet to palm Anjali's breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it ached.
Vinay watched, his cock now fully hard, tenting his boxers. The sight of his wife—both of them, in a way—kissing so passionately fueled his arousal. Anjali moaned into Priya's mouth, her resistance to this dynamic long faded; with Priya, it felt softer, less domineering than with Vinay's commanding presence. She reciprocated, sucking Priya's tongue, her free hand tugging at the tank top to expose one small, firm breast, pinching the dark nipple.
Priya broke the kiss with a gasp, stripping off her top and pants in fluid motions, revealing her smooth, athletic body—shaved pussy already glistening. 'Akka, I've been dreaming of this since the temple. Your body... it's addictive.' She pushed Anjali back onto the pillows, straddling her waist, their breasts brushing as she leaned down for more kisses—deep, sloppy ones where saliva trailed between lips, chins slick. Vinay shed his boxers, stroking his cock slowly as he positioned himself beside them, his free hand groping Anjali's other breast, squeezing the heavy flesh until milk-white skin turned pink.
The room filled with wet sounds: kisses smacking, hands kneading soft curves. Priya trailed her mouth down Anjali's neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, then latched onto a nipple, drawing it into her mouth with fervent suction. Anjali arched, crying out: 'Oh, chelli... yes, suck my tit like that!' Her hand fisted Priya's hair, guiding her, while Vinay claimed the other nipple, his tongue lashing the peak before biting down gently. The dual assault made Anjali's pussy throb, juices leaking onto the sheets.
Vinay's fingers dipped between Anjali's thighs, finding her slick folds. He rubbed her clit in slow circles, then plunged two fingers inside, curling them to hit her G-spot. 'So wet already, akkayya. Watching you with Priya turns me on.' Anjali bucked against his hand, moans escalating: 'Emandi... finger my pussy deeper... chelli, don't stop!' Priya switched nipples, her hand joining Vinay's, thumb pressing Anjali's clit while he pumped his fingers faster, the squelching sounds obscene.
Unable to wait, Priya slid down, spreading Anjali's legs wide. Her tongue dove in immediately, lapping at the entrance where Vinay's fingers still thrust. 'Taste so good, akka... mixed with thammudu's cum from last night.' She sucked the clit hard, tongue flicking rapidly, while Vinay withdrew his fingers to feed them to Anjali, making her suck her own juices clean. Anjali's hips rolled, chasing the pleasure, her massive breasts heaving, mangalsutra beads bouncing wildly.
Vinay knelt by her head, guiding his cock to her lips. 'Open for me, wife.' Anjali obeyed eagerly, mouth stretching around the thick head, tongue swirling the underside as she bobbed. She gagged when he pushed deeper, but hollowed her cheeks, sucking with wet slurps, saliva dripping down her chin. Priya's mouth worked relentlessly—tongue fucking her hole, lips nibbling the inner lips—building Anjali toward climax. 'Mmmph... emandi, your cock... chelli, eat my pussy!' Her words muffled around his shaft, vibrations humming through him.
Orgasm hit Anjali like a wave, her body convulsing, pussy clenching as she squirted onto Priya's face. She screamed around Vinay's cock, thighs quaking, but Priya lapped every drop, humming in delight. Vinay pulled out, not wanting to cum yet, and flipped positions. He entered Anjali in one smooth thrust, her walls still fluttering from release, gripping him like a vice. 'Fuck, akkayya... so tight.' He pounded deep, balls slapping her ass, while Priya straddled Anjali's face, lowering her pussy onto her mouth.
Anjali licked hungrily, tongue plunging into Priya's wet heat, sucking the clit as Priya ground down. 'Yes, akka... tongue-fuck me!' Priya's hands kneaded Anjali's breasts, pinching nipples, while Vinay's thrusts rocked them all. The bed creaked under the rhythm—his hips slamming, Anjali's moans vibrating into Priya's core. Priya came first, flooding Anjali's mouth with her juices, body shuddering as she rode the waves.
Vinay sped up, gripping Anjali's hips, cock pistoning in and out. 'Cum with me, both of you.' Priya dismounted, fingers rubbing Anjali's clit furiously, and Anjali shattered again, walls milking Vinay's cock. He buried deep, groaning as he flooded her with hot cum, spurt after spurt filling her until it leaked out around his shaft. They collapsed in a heap, breaths ragged, bodies slick with sweat and fluids.
After catching their breath, Priya kissed Anjali softly, then Vinay, tasting the mix of them all. 'That was just the morning warm-up. What's next for our little family?' Anjali, glowing with aftershocks, traced the mangalsutra. 'More of this... but maybe we explore outside these walls. Take me shopping again, emandi? I want to feel desired in new ways.' Vinay grinned, pulling them both close. 'Anything for you, akkayya. And Priya, you'll help her try on those outfits.'
The day unfolded with lazy intimacy—shared showers where hands wandered, soaping breasts and cocks, leading to quick fucks against the tiles; breakfast where Anjali sat on Vinay's lap, his fingers teasing her under the table while Priya fed her bites, lips brushing in between. By afternoon, they dressed for the outing: Anjali in a modern salwar kameera that hugged her curves, the dupatta sheer enough to tease cleavage; Priya in a short dress; Vinay casual but commanding.
At the mall, Vinay led them to the lingerie section, his arm around Anjali's waist. 'Pick something slutty, akkayya. I want to see you in it.' Blushing but excited, Anjali selected a black lace set—thong that barely covered her pussy, bra that pushed her breasts up like offerings. In the dressing room, Priya joined her, 'helping' by kissing her neck, hands cupping her ass as they modeled. Vinay peeked in, cock hardening at the sight. 'Turn around, both of you.' They did, bending slightly, asses presented. He groped them both, fingers slipping under fabric to rub clits. 'Buy them all. Tonight, we'll use them.'
Dinner at a dimly lit restaurant followed, under-the-table touches escalating tension—Vinay's hand between Anjali's thighs, fingering her slowly through her panties; Priya's foot rubbing his crotch. Anjali bit her lip to stifle moans, pussy dripping. 'Emandi... I need you now.' But he teased, withdrawing just as she neared the edge.
The theater was their breaking point. In the back row of a late-night show, darkness cloaking them, Vinay pulled Anjali onto his lap, hiking her salwar. His cock slid into her easily, her juices soaking him. She rode discreetly, hips circling, biting his shoulder to muffle cries as Priya watched, hand in her own panties. 'Fuck me quietly, akkayya,' Vinay whispered, thrusting up. She came hard, clenching around him, and he followed, filling her again. Priya leaned over, kissing Anjali through the afterglow, tasting the forbidden thrill.
Back home, they stripped into the new lingerie, Anjali's body a vision—lace straining over her huge tits, thong wedged between ass cheeks. Priya's set was red, sheer and daring. Vinay commanded a show: they kissed deeply on the bed, hands exploring, then scissored—pussies grinding, clits rubbing in slick friction. Anjali moaned loudly: 'Chelli... your pussy feels so good against mine!' Vinay stroked himself, then joined, fucking Priya from behind while she tribbed Anjali, the chain reaction of moans filling the room.
He switched, entering Anjali doggy-style, cock slamming as Priya sat on her face. Tongues, thrusts, and cries built to a crescendo—Priya squirting on Anjali's mouth, Anjali creaming around Vinay's pistoning cock, him pulling out to cum on their joined pussies, ropes painting pink flesh. They licked each other clean, kisses messy with cum and love.
Exhausted but bonded, they curled together, Anjali between the two, hands linked. 'This is our life now,' Vinay murmured. Anjali nodded, content. 'Forever, my love... with you both.' Sleep came, but passion simmered, ready for tomorrow's desires.
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