Adultery Life of Avi Singh

[lee.jae.han]

## Update 192: The Souvenirs and The Sacrifice (Avi, Meena Chachi, and Seema Chachi)

The moment I stepped into the house, I sought out Meena Chachi, still buzzing with the triumphs of the last twenty-four hours.

I leaned against the doorframe, my voice conspiratorial. "Chachi, do you know what miracles I performed today?"

"What did you do? Tell your Chachi everything," Meena Chachi asked, pausing her work, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

"First, I'll update you on yesterday," I insisted, crossing the room. "Then I'll tell you about today's main event."

"Oh, right," Meena Chachi murmured, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You were at your Sir's house yesterday, with Kiran all night, weren't you?"

"I had an unbelievable amount of sex with Kiran yesterday," I revealed, and I launched into a detailed account of the fuck session, complete with the inventive use of the alarm clock.

"You're always coming up with new, wicked ways to have sex," Meena Chachi observed, shaking her head, genuinely impressed.

"The ideas just flow out when the mood strikes," I said with a careless shrug.

"These kinds of ideas are exactly what make your mind sharper," Meena Chachi confirmed. "Leave that now. Tell me what you did today. I'm dying to know." She waved a hand impatiently.

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a low, proud boast. "Today, my lund drank the fresh fluids of two virgins."

"Heena and Soniya?" Meena Chachi breathed, her eyes narrowing, already piecing it together. "Did you take them both together, or did you separate them?"

"Together," I confirmed, and I recounted the entire, breathless story of the test of desire, the oral sex session, the fuck of both twins, and the final session where they pleasured each other, culminating in the panty incident.

"So that was the plan all along," Meena Chachi sighed, a mixture of awe and knowing satisfaction in her tone.

"Yeah," I replied, still riding the high of the memory.

"I told you, didn't I? I knew Heena and Soniya were desperate to have sex with you," Meena Chachi said, gently taking my wrist.

"Everything you predict turns out to be true," I said, gazing at her with genuine amazement.

"It has to be," Meena Chachi confirmed, her smile widening with pride.

"I wish I had a mind that could see things like yours," I said, genuinely envious.

"Your mind is pretty sharp too, my boy," Meena Chachi countered, squeezing my hand. "And it will only get sharper by spending more time with me."

"If that's the promise, we'll party every night," I said, a grin stretching across my face.

I pulled the two wet panties out of my pocket and held them up. "Look at my prize! Heena's and Soniya's. They threw them at me before leaving," I announced, a triumphant grin on my face.

Meena Chachi looked at the soggy, crumpled cloth in my hand and wrinkled her nose, letting out a short, mocking laugh. "Why are you carrying those around like gold, you idiot? It stinks. Why do you even want their used panties? It’s unhygienic."

In response, I brought the fabric right up to my face, closing my eyes and taking a deep, deliberate breath. "I like their smell," I countered, my voice thick with satisfaction. "It’s the scent of my victory today. It doesn't stink to me at all."

A flash of something—a mix of irritation and sharp jealousy—crossed Meena Chachi’s face. She straightened her posture, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the "souvenirs" I was inhaling.

"Oh, so it’s like that?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave. "Why is it that you only like the smell of virgin girls? Do the rest of us not count anymore? You’re so obsessed with these two little girls that you’ve forgotten the scent of a real woman."

I lowered the panties, looking at her with a mischievous spark. "Is that jealousy I hear, Chachi? You’re the one who put the ban on everything. If you're not going to let me touch you, at least let me have your panties."

Meena Chachi looked at me for a long moment, her eyes searching mine before she sighed, a small, defeated smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Fine, you stubborn boy. If you’re so obsessed with collecting 'medals,' I’ll give you one of my old panties tomorrow. I'll pick one out for you."

"No," I said firmly, taking a step into her personal space. "I don't want an old one from the cupboard. I want it right now, and I want the one you are wearing."

Meena’s eyebrows shot up. She glanced toward the door, then back at me, her voice dropping to a cautious whisper. "Later, Avi. I’ll give it to you later at night when everyone is asleep. I can't exactly strip down now."

She paused, her expression turning serious again as she looked at the pile of fabric in my hand. "But think for a second. How will you hide them? If you keep a stash of used panties in your drawer, Suman Didi will eventually find them while cleaning. She'll realize exactly what we've been up to, and then it’s over for everyone."

"I... I hadn't thought that far ahead," I admitted, the excitement of the "souvenirs" momentarily dimmed by the reality of Suman Didi's sharp eyes.

"That's why you have me," Meena Chachi said, her voice regaining its authoritative edge. "I will handle it."

Just as I reached out to touch her waist, Meena Chachi was about to protest and push my hand away when we both heard a sound. Seema Chachi entered the room.

"What are you two giggling about?" Seema Chachi asked, joining the conversation.

We both froze. "Nothing, Didi," Meena Chachi said quickly, sliding the wet panties behind her back."He's being silly, Didi," Meena explained, needing a cover story. 

"He wants something from us, but we banned all physical fun between us. He's getting depressed, and He miss us all physically.he is asking our panties to smell, to keep the memory alive?"

"Why would you want that?" Seema Chachi asked, frowning, clearly confused. "But if you are asking for it, what is stopping you? I will give it to you, but you have to do a favor for me."

"What favor, Chachi?" I asked, intrigued.

"Your Chachi banned all of us from doing anything," Seema Chachi stated, shooting a glare at Meena Chachi. "I have had an itch down there for months after your initial fuck sessions. I’m getting mental pressure from lack of sex, that too the kind I got from you—I never imagined it in my life. Can you satisfy it? I don't want your lund inside, just want your magic tongue to satisfy me. That's it."

"Didi! We already decided that no more sex within us," Meena Chachi stepped forward immediately. "Imagine if your Chacha or Suman Didi finds out! We agreed that the health of our babies is our top priority! Your pregnancy, your health—we don't want any problems! I explained this already!"

"I know, Meena, but how long can I control it?" Seema Chachi pleaded, a desperate look in her eyes. "I am getting mental pressure. Please, Meena, just this one time. They are already sleeping. You also come inside teh room , nobody will doubt us. Nothing goes into mine except his tongue . That's all I need."

"Okay," Meena Chachi finally relented, trying to understand the situation. "Just because they are sleeping, I am allowing it now. You both go to Avi's room. I will check on them and come to the room." She pointed a warning finger at me. "Avi, don't do anything stupid. You know her body condition. Handle her with care."

Meena Chachi waited for us to leave, then went to switch off all the lights in the other rooms. By the time she came to my room, Seema Chachi and I had already started. We were both completely nude. Seema Chachi was leaning against the bedside wall, her legs wide spread, presenting her choot for my tongue to play.

"Why did you remove all your clothes?" Meena Chachi asked Seema, clearly exasperated.

"He wanted to see my stomach and touch and play with the kid inside, that's why," Seema Chachi replied, her voice shaky with anticipation.

Meena Chachi sighed and observed the play. She kept her eye outside as well, checking for any movement to alert us.

My tongue immediately latched onto Seema Chachi's choot. I began licking, concentrating on the swollen, sensitive lips. Seema Chachi gasped, her hands flying to the back of my head, pressing me fiercely to her mound. She whimpered and groaned, her entire body shaking as the pleasure built, a release she had clearly been craving for months. The intense, deep work of my tongue brought a rush of fluids, bathing my face and pushing her closer to the edge. "Oh, Avi! awesome! Deeper , move your tongue deeper !" she commanded, her voice ragged. 

Meena Chachi watched the scene, her own eyes glazed over, a faint moan escaping her lips as she leaned against the doorframe, momentarily lost in the shared moment of her Didi's raw ecstasy. Her hand instinctively moved to her own choot, rubbing her mound over the fabric of her saree as she stood guard. Seema Chachi's hips bucked, slamming her wet choot onto my face again and again. She cried out, her body tensing, finding the release she desperately needed. Her internal muscles spasmed, flooding my mouth with hot fluids.

Once Seema Chachi was done, completely spent and panting, she gently pushed me back. The room was heavy with the scent of her release, and she lay there for a moment, her chest heaving as she tried to find her voice.

"I can't tell you how much I missed this joy," Seema Chachi whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "It’s been months of just sitting with this pressure, feeling my body get heavier and my mind get tighter. I never imagined I could feel this kind of pleasure again while pregnant."

She reached down, her fingers trembling as she cupped my face and pulled me upward. She kissed me deeply, sucking on my lips with a desperate hunger, tasting the traces of her own climax on my tongue. After a long, lingering moment, she guided my head down to her chest. She pulled her blouse aside, freeing her heavy, sensitive breast and pressing my mouth against the hardened nipple.

"Go on, my boy..." she murmured. As I began to suckle and swirl my tongue around the dark circle, the warmth of her skin radiating against my face, Seema Chachi let out a long, shuddering sigh. She ran her fingers through my hair, stroking my head gently as if I were a baby, her eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss. "Finally... I feel my body is completely relaxed. The tension is just... gone. Thanks, Avi."

She looked over at Meena Chachi, who was still standing by the bed. Meena’s face was a mask of discipline, but her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were fixed on the way my mouth worked against Seema’s breast, and she was clearly affected by the raw eroticism of the scene. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her knuckles white.

"Look at you, Meena," Seema Chachi said softly, her voice filled with sisterly insight. "You’ve been carrying the weight of the whole house, making all the rules, keeping us all in line. But look at your condition now. You're just as tensed as I was."

Seema Chachi reached out and took Meena Chachi's hand, pulling her slightly closer to the edge of the bed. "Don't just be the guard tonight. Feel relaxed too. It’s good for you, and it’s good for the baby. Come, join him. Let that magic tongue give you the same peace it just gave me."

Meena Chachi looked at Seema Chachi, then down at me. For a second, her strict composure wavered as she stared at the scene on the bed, her breath hitching in her throat.

"No! Absolutely not!" Meena Chachi rejected the idea outright, straightening her saree and trying to regain her authority. "We have rules for a reason, Seema Didi."

"Give me your panty then," I asked, my voice low and demanding, stepping toward her. "If you won't let me touch you, I’m taking the trophy now."

"Just a minute," Meena Chachi replied, her voice slightly breathless. She began to lift the edge of her saree to remove it, but I didn't let her finish.

I reached out and pushed her gently backward onto the bed. Meena was caught completely by surprise; she gasped, her eyes wide as she tried to protest. "Avi, stop! What are you—" She tried to push my shoulders away, her hands acting as a shield, but I ignored her resistance. I moved in close, capturing her lips with mine.

For the first two minutes, she remained stiff, her hands still pressing against my chest, but I persisted with a deep, slow kiss that tasted of her lingering desire. Slowly, her hands softened, moving from a push to a tentative hold on my shirt. By the five-minute mark, her mouth opened to mine, and she finally surrendered to the heat. I moved my lips to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, while my hands moved to her waist.

Seema Chachi, seeing her sister finally yielding, smiled with satisfaction. She quickly moved to the door, taking Meena's position as the guard.

I began removing Meena's saree with slow, deliberate movements. Once the saree was dbangd aside, I focused on her blouse. I didn't remove it immediately; instead, I used my palms to press and knead her breasts through the fabric, feeling the weight of them. Meena’s head fell back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping her as her eyes fluttered shut. I unhooked the blouse and tossed it aside, exposing her full, rounded breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, suckling deeply while my thumb teased the other. Meena’s breath came in sharp hitches as I moved back and forth, dragging my tongue from one peak to the other.

She was fully in the play now. Her hands moved to my head, guiding me, her fingers digging into my hair. She arched her back, and with a soft, needy sound, she began to push my head downward. I kissed my way over her ribs and down to her navel, lingering there until she reached down and helped me remove the rest of her clothing.

I didn't lift her saree with my hands this time. Using my mouth, I gently pulled and lifted the remaining fabric inch by inch, slowly and teasingly, until I reached the mound where her panty lay. I saw the dark, wet patch blooming on the fabric—the undeniable proof of her arousal. I gently pushed the saree aside and began to work on the wet, warm cotton. I licked her choot with deliberate, slow strokes through the fabric, savoring the salty, familiar taste.

Meena Chachi groaned, her legs falling open as her anxiety completely melted away. My tongue worked her wet spot, giving her quick, sharp bursts of pleasure. Her whole body shook with the sharp relief as she finally peaked, her silent dignity dissolving into a long, shuddering tremble.

Seema Chachi, who had been quietly getting dressed and watching the erotic scene with glazed eyes, walked over. She looked at my rigid erection. "He deserves some relief, Meena," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the thick, throbbing length. She took my lund in her hand, her touch warm. "I’ve missed this so much... the weight of it. Shall I play with it? Just a little?"

Meena Chachi, still catching her breath and looking flushed, watched her Didi's hand move. Her expression returned to its guarded, analytical state. "No, Didi," she said firmly. "You’ve been vomiting regularly these days. If you take that in your mouth now, the smell and the sensation will trigger it again. You’ll end up waking the whole house."

Seema Chachi paused, acknowledging the logic with a reluctant sigh. She let go of me but looked at Meena Chachiexpectantly. "Then you do it. Relieve him, Meena. He’s done so much for us tonight."

Meena Chachi looked into my eyes, seeing the deep fatigue behind my arousal. She understood that after Kiran and the twins, I was physically drained.

"I think he's had enough work for one day, Didi," Meena Chachi said softly, her voice returning to its calm, protective tone.

I nodded, looking at both of them as they began to gather their clothes. "I don't want to relieve myself today. I'm tired... I just want to sleep. Give me the panties, and that's enough."

As they stood by the bed, Meena Chachi began dressing with practiced, efficient movements, wrapping her saree back around her waist with the poise of a woman who was back in charge. I watched them both, my eyes lingering on their silhouettes in the dim light.

"You know," I whispered, my gaze drifting to their chests, "both of your boobs have gotten so big lately. I could hardly keep my mouth around them."

Seema Chachi smiled warmly as she fastened her blouse. "That’s what happens when you’re pregnant, Avi. They have to get bigger to prepare for the kids. They’ll be full of milk soon enough."

"I really like them like this," I admitted, a tired grin on my face. "I wish I could stay like this forever... just drinking milk from both of you."

Seema Chachi walked over and leaned down, kissing my forehead with a tenderness that felt different from the lust of a few moments ago. "You are also our kid, Avi," she promised softly. "You will get your due when the time comes, don't you worry about that. We will take care of you."


Meena gave a final, authoritative nod, signaling that the session was officially over. They both handed me their wet panties—the "medals" I had demanded. I clutched the warm, scented fabric in my hands as they slipped out of the room together, two silent shadows moving through the dark house.


Just as she reached the door, Meena Chachi paused and turned back, her expression shifting from the softness of the bed to the serious responsibility of the household.

"One more thing, Avi," she whispered, her tone cautionary. "Suman Didi is very angry with you. She feels like you haven't been home for the last few weeks, just roaming everywhere and ignoring your family. She was waiting to talk to you tonight, but you came home so late. Don't push her. Go talk to her first thing tomorrow and don't make her any angrier."

I looked at her and nodded seriously, understanding the weight of her warning. Suman Chachi's anger was the one thing that he never wanted as he knows how much she loves him.

"I’ll handle it, Chachi," I promised. "I'll talk to Suman Chachi in the morning and make things right."

Satisfied with my answer, Meena gave a sharp, final nod. She and Seema Chachi disappeared into the gloom of the hallway, their footsteps making no sound .

I collapsed back into the pillows, the four panties still clutched in my hand. Despite the warning about Suman Didi, a sense of total triumph washed over me. I had broken the virgin seals of the twins, satisfied the deep-seated hunger of my two pregnant Chachis, and secured my trophies. My mind went blank with total satisfaction, and within seconds, I was in a deep, heavy sleep


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