Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 137 – Pihu Misses Bijan Deeply

 

Pihu’s POV- Sometimes, carried away by emotions, we make promises to others that only make us regret later. We made such promises to that person at that delicate time in the past, only to find them difficult to fulfill now in present. But as they say, if a promise is made, it must be fulfilled no matter what. I found myself in a similar situation when uncle-in-law (Bijan’s uncle i.e. Ani’s father), reminded me of an old promise I'd made to him one day. What was that promise? And how did I keep it? Let's find out in this episode. It was the day after Ani and Ankita's wedding night. You may have read in the previous parts of our story how I, too, had joined Ani and Ankita on their wedding night. And after getting my pussy and ass fucked hard by Ani, I fell asleep right there in their room. I woke up directly the next morning. I saw it was quite late. I got out of bed. My whole body was aching. My decision to let Ani's huge cock fuck my ass wasn't the right one. I felt terrible pain in my waist and the joints of both legs. My ass ached, too. I had trouble even standing. My legs were wobbling. I saw Ani and Ankita fast asleep in each other's arms. They were both naked from head to toe. I covered their naked bodies with a thin bedsheet. Then I remembered that I was also completely naked. Last night, after getting fucked by Ani, I had fallen so deeply asleep that I hadn't gotten up to sleep in my room or even put on my clothes back. I hadn't even cleaned myself. Ani's cum had dried all over my body, especially in and around my pussy and asshole. And because of this, I was experiencing strange feelings in my pussy and ass. I wanted to take a quick shower and clean Ani's dried cum off my body. And a bath would refresh me as well. So I decided to take a bath first. I picked up my clothes lying scattered on the floor and put them on somehow. Then I left Ani's room and went to my own. I thought Bijan would still be sleeping there. But I couldn't see him anywhere in the room. I was surprised. But I was getting late, so I quickly gathered my new saree, petticoat, blouse, towel, etc., and headed downstairs. I came down and saw my mother-in-law and uncle sitting together, drinking tea and talking. Seeing me coming, they both stopped talking, and my mother-in-law said to me, "What's wrong, bouma (daughter-in-law)? Why haven't you woken up? Bijan left. He's been trying to wake you up for a long time, but you were in deep slumber. After all, he was getting late, so he had to leave without seeing you. And you're getting up now?" I was a little surprised by what my mother-in-law said. Where did Bijan go so early this morning? He didn't say anything to me yesterday. I told my mother-in-law, "I was a little sleepy, Mom. That's why I didn't hear it. But where did Bijan go so early this morning?" Instead of her uncle said, "Don't know. But he must have gone to town. Before leaving, he said he had a call from the office. They called him early. There was some urgent work." I asked, "Will he return today?" Uncle said, "I don't think so. He said he'd be back in a couple of days, after finishing work. Son-in-law (Bijan's sister's husband) also went with him. He also said he had some work. They'll both return in a couple of days. Together." I felt a little sad after hearing this. Bijan had to go back to town, and I didn't even know about it. Well, what can I do now? So I told my mother-in-law, "Mom, I'm going to take a bath." As I headed toward the bathroom, my mother-in-law noticed that I was limping and that a look of pain was visible on my face. Seeing the sway of my waist, a mysterious smile appeared on my mother-in-law's face.

She also asked me, "What's wrong, bouma? Why are you limping so much? Is everything alright?" Her question terrified me. I couldn't understand what to say. Just then, uncle intervened, "What's wrong, bouma? Do you have a fever?" My mother-in-law said, "What nonsense are you saying, brother-in-law? Does anyone limp with a fever? Is there something else? Isn't it, bouma? Tell me frankly, what is it? If there's something serious wrong, I'll take you to the doctor." I composed myself, making an excuse, and told her, "Mom, it's nothing like that. Don't worry, I'm perfectly fine. There's no need to go to the doctor." Then she asked, "So, why are you limping like that? Is there any injury on your leg?" I said, "Yes, a little. What happened was, I fell from my bed last night in my sleep. That's why I sprained my back a little. I'm having a little trouble walking, nothing more. Don't worry, I'll take a painkiller later and the pain will subside. And if I apply ointment to the sprained area and rub it in, it will heal." My mother-in-law said, "Does anyone limp like this because of such a small sprain? At your age, I used to get sprains every day and had difficulty walking, but I never limped like this." Uncle took control of the situation and said, "Boudi (Sister-in-law), things were different in your time. You grew up eating fresh milk and ghee. How can a bouma match you?" My mother-in-law said, "You're right, brother-in-law. Girls these days are like delicate buds. As soon as they get hurt a little, they start hurting and limping. You go, bouma, take a bath. If you're not feeling well, take some rest. We'll do the work." Saying this, she smiled again with a mysterious smile, as if she knew the truth. But I didn't say anything. I was about to take a bath when she stopped me again and said, "Wait a minute, bouma. I forgot to tell you something." I said, "What, mom?" She said, "Today, all of us in the family have to go to the temple together; there's a puja there. Ani and Ankita's wedding puja." I said, "All of the family members, you mean?" Mother said, "Everyone means everyone. You, me, your uncle, your nanad (sister-in-law), Raju, Ani, and Ankita. Everyone. Only your father-in-law won't go. He doesn't believe in all this. We'll all go except him." I asked, "How long will it take?" Mother said, "Almost the whole day. We'll be back in the evening." I said, "Mom, can I tell you something?" She said, "What?" I said, "What will happen if I don't go?" Hearing this, Mother said, "How will it work, bouma? You're the eldest daughter-in-law of this house. And Ankita is newly married. How will she know everything about our customs and traditions? If you're with me, it'll be of some help. By the way, why don't you want to go?" I said, "Well, there's no specific reason. But I haven't been feeling well. I've had to do a lot of work these past few days because of Ani's wedding. And on top of that, I sprained my back after falling off the bed last night. That's why I was telling you all to go to the temple to puja leaving me behind alone. I'll take some medicine at home and rest for a while." Before my mother-in-law could say anything in response, uncle said, "It's okay, bouma. You rest. You don't need to go. Your nanad will take care of everything." After saying this, he paused for a moment and then said to my mother-in-law, "Boudi, What I was saying was that I would also stay at home." My mother-in-law asked, "What's wrong with you now? Have you sprained your back too?" Uncle immediately said, "Oh, no, no. The thing is, bouma will be all alone at home. And can't say anything about brother (my father-in-law), he often goes off to chat with his friends, and we never know when. Bouma might be scared living all alone in such a big house. So if I stayed with her, she wouldn't be scared. By the way, what do I have to do with your puja?" My mother-in-law smiled again and said, "Yes, yes, all your work is done at home." Then, looking at me, she said, "I understand everything. Don't think I'm so naive. You two can do whatever you want, just remember your father-in-law will be here too. If he finds out, it will cause an earthquake in the entire house. Whatever you do, do it carefully. And do it secretly." After saying this, she paused for a moment and looked at me again and said with a mischievous smile on her face, "And yes, bouma, remember that your back is sprained. Don't do anything that will aggravate it instead of alleviating it. Whatever you do, do it slowly. And with caution." I felt embarrassed after hearing this. I knew that my mother-in-law knew that I had got fucked from Uncle once before, because she had seen me having sex with him. But uncle wasn't aware of this. So, hearing my mother-in-law's words, he was a little startled and said, "Boudi, what are you saying? I don't understand anything." My mother-in-law laughed again and said, "Bouma has understood everything I said. You don't need to understand anything separately. Just remember what I said. We'll leave for the temple in a little while. Then you two will have a great time. Enjoy yourself." With that, my mother-in-law left. Immediately after she left, uncle asked me, "Bouma, what did she just say?" I said with a smile, "Don't worry. I'm here. I'll take care of everything. Just imagine that we'll be all alone in this house for almost the entire day. We can do whatever we want." Hearing this, uncle was delighted and embraced me. And giving me a sweet kiss on my cheek he said, “I know that well, bouma. That is why I am not able to wait anymore.” I pushed him away from me and said, “Uncle, please have some patience. Haven't you heard that the fruit of patience is sweet?” Uncle said, “I want to taste that sweet fruit today.” I said, “First let everyone leave the house for the temple. Then I will comfortably feed you that sweet fruit.” Uncle said, “Promise?” I said, “Pinky promise.” Uncle was happy and kissed me once again on my cheek and left from there. I started waiting for everyone to go to the temple.


After a while, everyone woke up, bathed, and left for the temple. Since there was a puja to be held at the temple that day, everyone was fasting and skipped breakfast. Everyone would eat only after the puja. This was a good thing, otherwise, if everyone had sat down to eat breakfast, it would have been late. Within about half an hour, everyone was ready and headed for the temple. Before leaving, everyone instructed me to take some medicine and rest. Only I knew when and how much rest I would get. Firstly, no one else would be in the house except me and uncle for the entire day. And on top of that, uncle has been hungry for so long. I don't think he would let such a big opportunity slip away from his hand. The only worry is about my father-in-law. But luckily, he's not home right now. My mother-in-law said he's out for a while now. He'll return home around lunchtime. I need to prepare food for him before he arrives, or he'll get angry. This means I still have about three and a half hours. Uncle was out with everyone. The temple is quite far from our village. They'll have to take the bus. Uncle will return home only after everyone has boarded the bus at the bus stand. This means he'll still be back in half an hour. In the meantime, I should take a bath. Once I'm refreshed after taking a thorough bath, the fatigue from that horrific fuck with Ani last night will be gone. And I'll be able to have fun with Uncle with a fresh body and mind. With this thought in mind, I picked up my clothes and towel and went to the bathroom. The bathroom is at the back of our house. Initially, Bijan had only built a bathroom after our marriage, so that I wouldn't have to bathe in the open near the well like other women. But the bathroom didn't have any water connection. We had to fetch water from the well in buckets to bathe. And the last time Bijan and I came to the village at my father-in-law's invitation, I went to bathe in the open near the well in the evening. Where uncle saw me bathing naked for the first time. And you've probably already read about what happened between us after that. Remembering those events, I entered the bathroom. Bijan had installed a new shower in the bathroom for Ani's wedding. He also installed a motor and a water tank in the house. This has completely solved the problem of water shortages. Now I can bathe as long as I want. I went inside the bathroom and closed the door. Although I knew that this bathroom was located at the back of our house and no outsider could enter it, I still locked the bathroom door from the inside. After locking the bathroom door, I was completely alone inside. This bathroom wasn't as large or luxurious as the bathroom in our apartment in the town, but for the village, it was quite sufficient. I hung the new clothes and towel on the hanger on the bathroom wall. Then I started removing my saree. This saree was gifted to me by Bijan especially to wear at Ani's wedding reception. But last night, the fabric got ruined on our wedding night. I somehow managed to wear it this morning. I'll have to wash and iron it thoroughly. I'll do that later, thinking I took the saree off for now. I was standing there in my petticoat and blouse. This morning, after waking up, I'd only worn the blouse and petticoat under the saree. I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. So, as I unhooked the blouse one by one, both my boobs leapt free from the blouse's confines. There was a small mirror hanging on one wall of the bathroom. I stared at my own reflection in that mirror.


I looked at myself in the mirror. God made me incredibly beautiful. I have a sexy body and a figure that makes men die. I have a plump face, fair complexion, and waist-length black hair. I've noticed that people, whether men or young boy, keep staring at me whenever I go out. I know that my round ass sways beautifully whenever I walk, and my firm boobs are the icing on the cake, capable of driving any man or young boy crazy. And most importantly, I always wear clothes that suit my sexy figure. I don't show off much of my body, but whatever is visible, you can imagine the effect it has on others. I smile inwardly when men look at me with lust in their eyes. I always thank God for making me so beautiful and sexy. I always take care of my body and exercise regularly to keep it looking its best. Ani once told me I should try in films because I could work in it. When I met Ani's producer, Jeevan, he said the same thing when he first saw me. He said he could make me a film heroine if I wanted. But I have no interest in becoming a film heroine. I'm happy being my husband Bijan's real-life heroine. I don't need to be a film heroine. I have so many lovers and admirers in real life that I don't need anything else. I'm happy with that. My round boobs were visible in the mirror. I placed my hands on them and caressed them lovingly. I started to gently squeeze them. Before, my boobs were average, only my hips were larger. But now, my boobs had also become larger than average. All this is the result of the hard work of Bijan and my other lovers. Bijan pounces on my boobs whenever he gets a chance. Whether I'm in the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, or drawing room, Bijan finds the slightest opportunity to play with them. His day-and-night hard work has made my boobs swell with pride. And it's not just Bijan's hard work; there are many others whose efforts have paid off in enlarging my boobs. Over the past three years, my boobs have endured the pressure of countless men. So, after enduring the pressure of so many men, it was inevitable that my boobs would grow. And that's exactly what happened. Now, even in front of me, I'm extremely arousing, even deadly. I cupped my own boobs for a while, a soft "Ummm..." sound escaping my mouth. Just then, I remembered Bijan. He had left me alone in this village, having gone to the city for some unknown reason. If he were still here, he would probably be squeezing my boobs like this instead of me. What else would he be doing? I closed my eyes with a shy smile and began to imagine that I wasn't alone in this small bathroom. My perverted naughty husband, Bijan, was also present with me. He was caressing my sexy body in a very sensual way. He was squeezing both my boobs in his hands with great love. I could clearly feel the touch and pressure of his hands on my boobs. "Ohh...Bijan...press harder...press my boobs harder..." A soft moan escaped my mouth. As soon as I said this, Bijan's hands' pressure on my boobs increased even more. Now he was squeezing and kneading them with great force. I'm feeling a little pain from the touch of his hands, but the pain is nothing compared to the pleasure I'm experiencing. "Yes...yes...keep pressing...my boobs... like that …" I said, moaning again. I imagined Bijan squeezing my boobs harder at my request. In fact, he was now kneading them. Not only that, he had also started teasing both my nipples. Both my nipples were erect with pleasure and excitement. I held both my nipples between my fingers and imagined Bijan holding them. He was pulling them, pinching them, and twisting them roughly. Overall, my horny husband was trying everything to turn me on. And he was succeeding to a large extent, because I could clearly feel the wetness between my legs. I could tell my poor pussy had begun to release its juices. And the juices had reached my thighs. I removed one hand from my boobs and lowered it to untie my petticoat. In an instant, my petticoat slid down my buttocks and legs, falling to the bathroom floor. I threw it away. Now I was standing on the bathroom floor, completely naked from head to toe. One hand was on one of my boobs, and the other was on my pussy. I kept my eyes closed, imagining that my husband, Bijan, was present with me in the bathroom right now. And whatever I was doing to my body, it wasn't me, but Bijan.


I imagined Bijan's hand now caressing my pussy, which was overflowing with my own juices. The juices had slicked down my thighs, soaking them thoroughly. While visualizing Bijan, I ran my finger over the petals of my own pussy. I felt the touch of my own fingers on my pussy, though for a moment, but I shuddered. My pussy was so wet that my entire finger was instantly drenched with my own pussy juices. I spread my pussy petals wide and inserted my finger inside my pussy. I moved it around a bit inside. I didn't have much trouble. My entire finger was soaked with my own pussy juices just in one go. I pulled my finger out of my pussy and brought it to my nose. My eyes were closed fully, but I could smell the strong scent of my own pussy juices yet from the distance. I brought my finger close to my nose and inhaled deeply. I began to smell my own pussy juices. And as soon as this smell reached my nose, it made my mouth watery. I couldn't stop myself from taking my finger, soaked in my own pussy juices, into my mouth. I took my finger in my mouth and placed it directly on my tongue. In an instant, I tasted the salty taste of my own pussy juices. I licked the salty pussy juices from my finger with my tongue. The salty taste of my own pussy juices permeated my entire mouth, including my tongue area. I licked my entire finger clean. I took my finger out of my mouth and inserted it back into my pussy. I felt my pussy feel even wetter than before. My pussy was releasing its juices rapidly. I said softly, "Uff... don't torment me anymore... put your finger in my pussy... calm me down... Bijan... please..." I imagined Bijan had now, as I'd requested, inserted his finger into my pussy and was slowly moving it inside. I spread my legs wide, opening my pussy more. I pushed my finger deeper into my pussy and began moving it in and out slowly. Standing in the bathroom, completely naked, with my eyes closed, legs spread, I was fingering my own pussy imagining Bijan. I was having a great time. And at the same time, I was completely aroused by now, and the desire for sex had taken over my entire body. But unfortunately, my loving husband was not present with me then. So, I would have to calm myself down by thinking about him. If I were home in the city right now, I would take out my favorite toy: my vibrating dildo. And play with it to my heart's content. But here in the village, I don't have my fucking husband, nor my favorite toy, the dildo. So, I'll have to rely on my fingers only. And satisfy myself with them. With this thought in mind, I began fingering myself vigorously. I wanted to cum as soon as possible, so that my heat would subside and I could find some peace. But the exact opposite was happening. The more I fingered my pussy, the more the heat in my body increased. I became more and more restless and horny. More and more juice started flowing from my pussy. But my desire for sex didn't diminish; instead, it increased. Now I was fucking myself with my finger, thrusting it in and out of my pussy at full speed, and simultaneously screaming, "Harder...Bijan...finger my pussy harder...I want to cum...Bijan...I want to cum...make me cum...Bijan...make me cum..." I was screaming and thrusting my finger in and out with great force. Slowly, my whole body began to tremble, my legs weakening. At one point, I felt like I couldn't stand any longer. I would collapse on the bathroom floor. But I didn't stop moving my finger in my pussy for even a moment. I kept moving it at full speed. I was about to cum. I was about to cum any moment soon. Another loud cry came from my throat, "I'm about to cum...Bijan...I'm about to cum..." I was beginning to prepare myself for orgasm. I was playing with my youth with great concentration when suddenly there was a mild knock on the bathroom door. I was startled. My eyes opened. And I looked towards the door. My finger had stopped automatically. Before I could control myself, there was a knock on the door again. This time louder than before. Cursing my bad luck, I looked towards the door with curious eyes. There was a knock on it once again. I don't know who the hell had come to spoil my fun in this delicate situation. Whoever he is, he can not be able to escape from my hands today. (Contd.)

 

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