Adultery Life of Avi Singh

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## Update 90 B: The Riding Demand (Avi , Meena and Suman Chachi)

Nextday, in my room , Meena Chachi smiled faintly. "How was the sex with Suman Didi?" she whispered, her eyes searching mine.

"It was amazing, Chachi," I admitted, stretching my tired muscles. "Fucking her from behind felt so much more powerful. I could grip her hips and go much deeper."

"She listened to your request," Meena Chachi observed, her eyes softening with approval. "Keep making the effort with Didi like this."

I said, my voice full of determination, setting the glass down. "Today is the third day. I want two new things from her."

Meena Chachi raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms lightly. "What are they, Avi? Don't expect too much."

"First, I want her to suck my lund, like you both do" I said, leaning closer, keeping my voice low. "And then, I want her to ride on top of me. I want Suman Chachi to ride my lunď."

Meena Chachi frowned, shaking her head immediately. "No, Avi. Absolutely no. That is too much. I can't ask Suman Didi to put your lunď in her mouth," she warned, her voice firm, glancing toward the door.

"Chachi, please," I begged, grabbing her hand. "Ask her only once. Tell her it will be a new pleasure for her. You know she will agree if you convince her. I need to feel her riding me, Chachi."

She looked at me for a long moment, then sighed, defeated by my intense plea. "You are too demanding, Avi. I cannot promise anything. I will talk to Suman Chachi," she said, getting up quickly before I could argue more, and walking toward the door.

Later that evening, after the family dinner, Meena Chachi waited until my uncle left the sitting room. She then pulled Suman Chachi aside near the kitchen door.

"Didi, the boy is very happy you cleaned yourself for him," Meena Chachi said, her back to the hall. "He said the second session was his best yet."

Suman Chachi blushed, but looked pleased. "Everything is for the baby, Meena," she insisted, though her eyes betrayed her growing excitement.

"Good. But the boy has two new wishes for the morning," Meena Chachi admitted, looking nervous.

"What now?" Suman Chachi asked, fear returning to her eyes.

"He wants you to play with his lunď in your mouth," Meena Chachi whispered, her gaze intense. "And then he wants you to sit on top of him and ride him."

Suman Chachi recoiled, shaking her head hard. "No, Meena! That is too dirty! I cannot do that. The mouth is too much. And riding him is too intimate. I won't do it!"

"Didi, I understand it is hard," Meena Chachi said, her voice soft and tempting, reaching out to rub her arm.

"But we cannot expect the boy to repeat the same thing every day like a machine. We also take his lunď and play with it; then it will become bigger. He also enjoys when someone sucks, and then he happily fucks. That is what we need, right?" Meena Chachi argued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "If he enjoys it, he might release more sperms, and that is what matters for the baby, Didi."

Suman Chachi finally gave in, her body relaxing with heavy defeat. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely a sound. "I will do it."

As usual, in the early morning, Meena Chachi came to my room. She warned me that Suman Chachi was very nervous and to be quick and gentle.

We both went toward the storeroom. Meena Chachi went inside first to position Suman Chachi. Suman Chachi was sitting on the bed, her legs slightly apart, looking terrified and tense.

After two minutes, I went inside and closed the door silently. I moved slowly to the bed. I reached out and found Suman Chachi sitting there, her body stiff.

I knelt before her, and she lifted her saree slightly. I took my hard lunď and, without touching her, moved it slowly over her smooth stomach, then across her inner thighs. The simple brush of my lunď over her skin made her gasp softly.

Then I moved my lunď up toward her face. She immediately closed her eyes tightly, tears pricking her lids. I gently touched my lunď to her lips. She opened her mouth slightly, hesitant and scared.

I inserted the tip of my lunď slowly into her mouth. I started with a slow, gentle thrust, trying to ease her into it. But the darkness and the fear were too much. I increased the pace, thrusting my lunď deeper into her mouth, feeling the slick heat and the wet tongue.

Suddenly, Suman Chachi started to cough violently, the sound sharp and muffled. She pulled her head back, shaking it wildly.

Meena Chachi, who was standing nearby, rushed forward. "Stop, She can't breathe!" Meena Chachi hissed quietly, quickly pulling my lunď out of Suman Chachi's mouth.

Meena Chachi helped Suman Chachi cough, rubbing her back. "It's okay,. It's okay. Let's try the riding now," Meena Chachi coached her.

I was breathing hard, my lunď aching from the sudden stop. Meena Chachi then physically helped Suman Chachi lift her body and guided my lunď to her chooť. Suman Chachi's chooť was already wet and ready, easily accepting my lunď.

Suman Chachi could not sit properly by herself. She was too nervous to find her balance. She immediately grabbed onto Meena Chachi's shoulders and waist for support, holding her tightly.

Meena Chachi held her steady.

With Meena Chachi's support, Suman Chachi started to jump and ride my lunď. She bounced up and down, clumsily at first, then found a fast, hard rhythm, using Meena Chachi for balance and control. The position was incredible. I lay back, watching her dark shape ride me, her hands gripping Meena Chachi tightly.

The rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound of her chooť on my hips filled the room. She rode with a fierce, demanding energy, her moans now muffled against Meena Chachi's neck. I pumped up hard against her every time she came down.

We continued this way for what felt like twenty minutes. My hips were on fire from the constant motion. The tight, pulsing sensation of her chooť around my lunď was overwhelming. I felt the familiar burn and released my semen with a powerful spasm deep inside her.

The moment I climaxed, Suman Chachi cried out and immediately collapsed onto Meena Chachi's chest, completely exhausted. She had ridden me until she was too weak to continue,  she had reached her own climax multiple times.

I stayed still for a moment, then I slowly pulled my lunď out, covered in her wetness. I silently slipped out of the storeroom and ran back to my room, my entire body trembling with exhaustion and intense pleasure.


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