13-01-2026, 11:12 PM
But with Latha, things had unfolded differently their conversations about his unfulfilled desires leading to lessons on protection, her curious explorations, and eventually, those stolen moments of raw connection.
“You’re right,” Ashok murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
“Vanitha Akka to you has been kind. But Latha… what we’re talking about, it’s more than that. It’s us.”
Latha nodded, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his thighs again, occasionally brushing against the base of his cock, sending jolts of need through him.
“Yes, Anna. But Akka wants you to be happy. She told me that when she left ‘Take care of him, Latha. He’s a good man.’ And I am, in every way.”
Her eyes sparkled with innocent resolve as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his shaft, swirling around the sensitive head before sucking lightly, drawing a groan from him.
“She even praised how well I’ve adjusted here, saying I’m like family now. That’s why I want this too for us to create something beautiful, naturally.”
The weight of her words, spoken with such genuine affection for Vanitha, only deepened Ashok’s conflict and desire.
He pulled her up fully this time, standing with her in his arms, their bodies pressing close, her soft breasts flattening against his chest as he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste the remnants of himself on her.
“Come with me,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with the vulnerability of the moment.
He led her upstairs, their footsteps soft on the carpeted stairs, the house quiet around them like a cocoon, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through her nightdress as they climbed.
They entered the master bedroom the marital bed he shared with Vanitha, now empty since her departure.
The sheets were crisp and untouched, a symbol of the life he and Vanitha had built, but tonight, it felt like a threshold to something new.
Ashok hesitated at the edge, his hand still holding Latha’s, but she stepped forward first, turning to him with a trusting smile.
Latha's voice trembled as she glanced at the marital bed with its embroidered pillows and sandalwood-scented sheets. "Is it... wrong, Anna, to be here in Akka's bedroom?" Her fingers twisted nervously in her sari. "I keep seeing her photograph on the dresser watching us."
Ashok followed her gaze to the photo, Vanitha in a sari, smiling, a bindi lit up in the center of her forehead, her eyes alert and unflinching. She looked both impossibly young and impossibly remote, like a cousin you might have met at a wedding and never seen again, someone whose beauty existed only in pixels or memory. The photo made him feel observed, not just by his wife but by every person who’d ever called them man and wife, the uncles at their wedding, the aunties who’d prayed over their thali, his own father who’d once whispered advice about fidelity and respect. Guilt flashed through him, sharp and cold.
But Latha, in her frankness, banished the shame as quickly as she’d conjured it. “Akka is always first in my heart.” She said it like a pledge, and for a moment her chin trembled, then steadied. “But tonight, Anna, I want to feel what it is like to belong to you as a woman. Not a nurse, not a helper. Is that wrong?”
“No… oh, Latha, no.” He cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking her temples. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re here because we asked you to be. You’re… you.”
Ashok, pulling her close, his lips finding hers in a deep, tender kiss that quickly turned fervent, his hands roaming her body, slipping under her nightdress to caress her bare skin, fingers teasing her hardening nipples until she whimpered into his mouth.
He guided her to the bed, their clothes falling away in whispers of fabric her nightdress lifted over her head to reveal her smooth, brown curves, his pants discarded to free his aching erection.
Latha lay back, her nightdress pooling around her like petals, her body open and inviting, her legs parting slightly to reveal the slick folds of her pussy, already glistening with arousal.
“Teach me more, Anna,” she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation.
“Show me how to connect fully, without barriers.”
He positioned himself above her, his cock pressing against her warmth, the forbidden thrill of going bare surging through him.
“Anna, it’s flowing down there,” she whispered innocently, her cheeks flushing as she felt the wetness between her legs, her voice filled with curious wonder at the new sensation.
“Yes, dear,” Ashok replied gently, his voice reassuring as he stroked her thigh. “You are dripping wet, and that’s natural because you are fertile and horny. It means your body is ready for me.”
Memories flooded back of that first time he’d entered her without protection a moment of overwhelming intimacy that had shattered his resolve, her tightness enveloping him in a way he’d never experienced with Vanitha.
That raw, skin-to-skin union had been etched into his mind, the way her body had welcomed him completely, without the cold barrier of latex, making every sensation electric and profound, her walls clenching around him as if claiming him forever.
He pressed forward slowly, but her pussy was so tight, resisting at first despite the slickness, her innocence making her muscles clench instinctively.
“Anna… it’s so tight down there, am I doing something wrong?” Latha whispered, her voice a mix of curiosity and slight worry, her eyes wide as she felt the pressure building.
“No, dear, you’re perfect,” Ashok reassured her softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax for me… breathe deep, like we practiced. Your body is new to this, that’s why it’s holding on so tight.”
She nodded hesitantly, biting her lip. “Okay, Anna… I’ll try. It feels strange, like you’re too big… but I want you inside, really I do.”
“Good girl,” he murmured encouragingly. “Feel my hands here on your hips? Let them guide you. Open up a little more… yes, just like that.”
“Ah… Anna, it’s stretching me… is that normal? It hurts a little, but… but it feels good too, like a warm pull.”
“Yes, Latha, that’s natural,” he said gently, pausing to let her adjust. “The hurt will fade soon, and it’ll turn into pleasure. Tell me if it’s too much— we can go slower.”
“No, keep going, Anna… I trust you. Teach me how to take you all the way.”
“You’re doing so well, my sweet,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “See? A little more now… feel how your body is starting to let me in?”
“Mmm… yes, Anna, it’s opening up… oh, that feels better already. Why does it make me tingle so much?”
“You’re right,” Ashok murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
“Vanitha Akka to you has been kind. But Latha… what we’re talking about, it’s more than that. It’s us.”
Latha nodded, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his thighs again, occasionally brushing against the base of his cock, sending jolts of need through him.
“Yes, Anna. But Akka wants you to be happy. She told me that when she left ‘Take care of him, Latha. He’s a good man.’ And I am, in every way.”
Her eyes sparkled with innocent resolve as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of his shaft, swirling around the sensitive head before sucking lightly, drawing a groan from him.
“She even praised how well I’ve adjusted here, saying I’m like family now. That’s why I want this too for us to create something beautiful, naturally.”
The weight of her words, spoken with such genuine affection for Vanitha, only deepened Ashok’s conflict and desire.
He pulled her up fully this time, standing with her in his arms, their bodies pressing close, her soft breasts flattening against his chest as he captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to taste the remnants of himself on her.
“Come with me,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly with the vulnerability of the moment.
He led her upstairs, their footsteps soft on the carpeted stairs, the house quiet around them like a cocoon, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through her nightdress as they climbed.
They entered the master bedroom the marital bed he shared with Vanitha, now empty since her departure.
The sheets were crisp and untouched, a symbol of the life he and Vanitha had built, but tonight, it felt like a threshold to something new.
Ashok hesitated at the edge, his hand still holding Latha’s, but she stepped forward first, turning to him with a trusting smile.
Latha's voice trembled as she glanced at the marital bed with its embroidered pillows and sandalwood-scented sheets. "Is it... wrong, Anna, to be here in Akka's bedroom?" Her fingers twisted nervously in her sari. "I keep seeing her photograph on the dresser watching us."
Ashok followed her gaze to the photo, Vanitha in a sari, smiling, a bindi lit up in the center of her forehead, her eyes alert and unflinching. She looked both impossibly young and impossibly remote, like a cousin you might have met at a wedding and never seen again, someone whose beauty existed only in pixels or memory. The photo made him feel observed, not just by his wife but by every person who’d ever called them man and wife, the uncles at their wedding, the aunties who’d prayed over their thali, his own father who’d once whispered advice about fidelity and respect. Guilt flashed through him, sharp and cold.
But Latha, in her frankness, banished the shame as quickly as she’d conjured it. “Akka is always first in my heart.” She said it like a pledge, and for a moment her chin trembled, then steadied. “But tonight, Anna, I want to feel what it is like to belong to you as a woman. Not a nurse, not a helper. Is that wrong?”
“No… oh, Latha, no.” He cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking her temples. “You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re here because we asked you to be. You’re… you.”
Ashok, pulling her close, his lips finding hers in a deep, tender kiss that quickly turned fervent, his hands roaming her body, slipping under her nightdress to caress her bare skin, fingers teasing her hardening nipples until she whimpered into his mouth.
He guided her to the bed, their clothes falling away in whispers of fabric her nightdress lifted over her head to reveal her smooth, brown curves, his pants discarded to free his aching erection.
Latha lay back, her nightdress pooling around her like petals, her body open and inviting, her legs parting slightly to reveal the slick folds of her pussy, already glistening with arousal.
“Teach me more, Anna,” she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation.
“Show me how to connect fully, without barriers.”
He positioned himself above her, his cock pressing against her warmth, the forbidden thrill of going bare surging through him.
“Anna, it’s flowing down there,” she whispered innocently, her cheeks flushing as she felt the wetness between her legs, her voice filled with curious wonder at the new sensation.
“Yes, dear,” Ashok replied gently, his voice reassuring as he stroked her thigh. “You are dripping wet, and that’s natural because you are fertile and horny. It means your body is ready for me.”
Memories flooded back of that first time he’d entered her without protection a moment of overwhelming intimacy that had shattered his resolve, her tightness enveloping him in a way he’d never experienced with Vanitha.
That raw, skin-to-skin union had been etched into his mind, the way her body had welcomed him completely, without the cold barrier of latex, making every sensation electric and profound, her walls clenching around him as if claiming him forever.
He pressed forward slowly, but her pussy was so tight, resisting at first despite the slickness, her innocence making her muscles clench instinctively.
“Anna… it’s so tight down there, am I doing something wrong?” Latha whispered, her voice a mix of curiosity and slight worry, her eyes wide as she felt the pressure building.
“No, dear, you’re perfect,” Ashok reassured her softly, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax for me… breathe deep, like we practiced. Your body is new to this, that’s why it’s holding on so tight.”
She nodded hesitantly, biting her lip. “Okay, Anna… I’ll try. It feels strange, like you’re too big… but I want you inside, really I do.”
“Good girl,” he murmured encouragingly. “Feel my hands here on your hips? Let them guide you. Open up a little more… yes, just like that.”
“Ah… Anna, it’s stretching me… is that normal? It hurts a little, but… but it feels good too, like a warm pull.”
“Yes, Latha, that’s natural,” he said gently, pausing to let her adjust. “The hurt will fade soon, and it’ll turn into pleasure. Tell me if it’s too much— we can go slower.”
“No, keep going, Anna… I trust you. Teach me how to take you all the way.”
“You’re doing so well, my sweet,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “See? A little more now… feel how your body is starting to let me in?”
“Mmm… yes, Anna, it’s opening up… oh, that feels better already. Why does it make me tingle so much?”
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