Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 145 – Pihu Faces A Huge Dilemma

 

Pihu’s POV- Sometimes in life, we make promises without thinking, and later, we're left with a dilemma about what to do. At crucial moments, we struggle to decide what to do. A similar situation occurred to me when I was contemplating spending my wedding night with uncle. An endless string of questions filled my mind. But unfortunately, I didn't have any concrete answers to them at the time. I couldn't even figure out what to do. Why did this sudden dilemma about my wedding night arise in my mind? And why was I at a loss as to what to do? What decision should I make? Let's explore all these in this part of our story. After lunch, uncle and I left the house. Even then, I had no idea where we were actually going, or where we would stay to celebrate our wedding night. I was afraid that if we celebrated our wedding night somewhere like this, outsiders might find out about our misdeeds. Furthermore, this is a village, not a city, and the people here would simply not accept such a thing. And our family's honor and dignity could be unnecessarily at risk. When I spoke to uncle about this, he reassured me, saying, "Don't worry at all, bouma (daughter-in-law). I won't do anything that would jeopardize your or our family's honor." I said, "But at least tell me where we're going." Uncle said, "Not now. When we get there, you'll find out for yourself. For now, just know that we're not staying at any random place tonight, nor will anyone find out about our wedding night." Hearing him talk about our wedding night such casually made me feel embarrassed. I'm his daughter-in-law, his nephew's wife. And he's my uncle-in-law, my husband's uncle. Yet, for tonight, we were talking about celebrating our wedding night like newly-wed husband and wife, not uncle-in-law and daughter-in-law. I honestly never imagined Bijan would make me so vulgar. We continued talking. Slowly, we crossed the border of our village and came to the next village. Ani got married in this village, and Ankita's parents' family is in this village. And why had Uncle brought me to this village? I said, "Uncle, this is Ankita's village, isn't it?" He said, "Yes, I know." I said, "Then why are we here?" Uncle looked at me and said, "Because we're staying in this village for tonight. And our wedding night will be in this village too." I was truly astonished to hear him. Despite knowing that his own son's in-laws lived in this village, he chose this very spot for our wedding night. Had he really gone senile because of his age? Perhaps reading this question on my face, he laughed and said, "Bouma, don't worry at all. No one will recognize you where I'm taking you. And we won't even go near Ani's in-laws. Rest assured." His words brought me some relief though. But to be honest, I wouldn't feel at peace until I reached the actual destination. So, I quietly followed him to our destination. Since the two villages were located next to each other, we were walking. The afternoon was fading into evening, and darkness was slowly creeping in. Finally, we reached our destination. I saw it was a two-story house, locked from the outside. Uncle looked at me and said, "Let's go inside." I asked him, "But whose house is this?" Uncle took a key from his shirt pocket and opened the lock with it, saying, "A friend of mine's." I said, "So, where are your friend and his family members? Doesn't anyone live here?" Uncle said, "Yes, in a way, you can say that." I said, "Why, in a way?" Uncle said, "Because my friend has many houses in this village. And this is one of them, which is closed most of the time. The one I'm using for myself today." I said, "Then your friends must be quite wealthy. It's quite uncommon for having so many houses in a village." Uncle said, "Yes, he is quite wealthy." I said, "Was this the friend who gave you those herbs?" Uncle looked at me now, laughing, and said, "You guessed it right. Besides being beautiful and sexy, you're also quite intelligent, bouma. What's that in English? Yes, I remember. 'Beauty with the brain.' You're a living example of that saying." By then, he had unlocked the door with the key he'd brought with him. Opening the door, he gestured inside and said, "Come on, let's go inside." Saying this, he took my hand and led me inside.

Uncle's friend is indeed quite wealthy and rich. This house was in excellent condition. It had all the amenities and facilities anyone could expect to live in any time. It had a kitchen, equipped with everything needed for cooking. There were two rooms on the ground floor and two on the upper floor. All four rooms were filled with fine and expensive furniture: large beds, dressing-tables with mirror, chairs, sofas, etc. And the best part was that there was a terrace upstairs, from where one could see far and wide. We stayed on the terrace for a while. I was thinking about something in my mind. Suddenly, Uncle said, "What's the matter, bouma? Your face seems to indicate that you're thinking about something. What are you thinking? Tell me." I said, "Let's go downstairs first. We can sit there and talk comfortably." Uncle said, "Okay, let's go." We both came down from the roof and entered a room on the upper floor. This was the room where we were going to spend our wedding night. To be honest, I had been thinking about it only. Although I had no hesitation at all in having sex with Uncle, yet I felt a bit strange celebrating my wedding night while behaving like husband and wife. When I had already spent my second wedding night with Ani, why not with Uncle? This question kept raging in my heart. And I didn't have a solid answer to it at that time. My relationship with Ani is different. I see him as my lover rather than my brother-in-law. That's why celebrating my second wedding night with him was easy for me. But I never thought of Uncle as my lover. Our relationship with him was the same as before, that of uncle-in-law and daughter-in-law. And that will always remain so, no matter how much I have sex with him. He will always be my uncle-in-law, not my lover. So, the idea of spending my wedding night with him like this didn't seem right to me. On top of that, I also remembered what my mother-in-law had said to me. This was a matter of our home's and family's dignity and honor. We may indulge in adultery within the four walls of our own home, but when it comes to the dignity of ourselves and our families, I have to think twice. The idea of spending my wedding night like husband and wife with my own uncle-in-law in someone else's home didn't seem right to me. After reading this far, many of you, or maybe all of you, might think I'm a hypocrite and say that it's unbecoming of a woman who, abandoning her modesty and self-respect, goes around getting fucked by every man in the house, and even strangers, like a cheap street whore, to talk about her family's dignity. Perhaps you're right. But at that moment, this question kept revolving in my mind.


After coming down to the room, Uncle said, "Now tell me, bouma, what's the matter? What are you thinking?" I said in a calm voice, "I've been thinking about the two of us." Uncle said, "What about the two of us?" I said, "I don't think this plan to celebrate our wedding night like a husband and wife, so openly, outside our home, in another village, in someone else's home is not right. We can do whatever we want within the four walls of our own home, but doing this openly outside like this is not right in my opinion. If anyone finds out about this, it could tarnish our family's honor and dignity. And father-in-law's dominance would be destroyed. And as the daughter-in-law of this house, I don't want that at all." Uncle remained completely calm, listening to every word I said seriously, and then said, "So, what do you think we should do now, bouma?" I said, "I don't know, Uncle. I really don't know. I'm in a deep dilemma about all this. I can't make a firm decision. Now, tell me, am I saying something wrong?" Uncle said again in a calm voice, "Absolutely not. Whatever you said, you're absolutely right." With that, he fell silent. I thought he might be offended by what I said. But really, I was at a loss for what to do. We sat there in silence for a while, without saying anything. Then, after a while, Uncle said, "Bouma, I don't want to put any pressure on you regarding this decision. I want you to love me tonight, not as my daughter-in-law, but as my own married wife. The rest is up to you." I asked, "If I say something else, will you be able to bear it?" Uncle said, "I will accept whatever you decide. Even if you say no, I will accept your decision with a heavy heart." I said, "When did I tell you I wouldn't say no?" I said, looking lustfully at uncle. Uncle, understanding my hint, said, "Then why don't you just say yes right now?" I said, "Such a big decision, give me some time." Uncle said, "How much time? Time is running out. Make a decision quickly, or it'll be too late. If you say no, we'll leave right now. And I'll drop you off at your parents' house and go back home." I said, "Go for a walk on the terrace for ten minutes, and I'll decide in the meantime." I told uncle shyly. Uncle looked at me once, sighed deeply, then got up from the bed and said, "Okay, bouma. You think about it. I'll be back in ten minutes. In the meantime, make your decision. Whatever you decide, I will accept it." With that, he slowly walked out of the room.


I was sitting on the bed. After a while, I made my decision. Although there wasn't much to think about. I didn't feel like saying no to Uncle. I was just trying to convince him that this was best at home, not outside. And perhaps he'd understood by now. The question was whether I should spend my wedding night as husband-wife with him here, was still running in my mind. I had a strong desire to have sex with him, but I wasn't ready to spend it like a husband and wife. I thought of finding a middle ground. And so, after Uncle left, I took off all my clothes, even my bra and panties, and then lay down on the bed, wrapping a bed-sheet over my naked body. I was lost in a pleasant fantasy—uncle's gun-like cock would fire cum. My pussy would be filled with his cum. I imagined my legs raised, and Uncle thrusting his cock into my pussy. I slowly grew aroused. How long can a sex-crazed woman like me hold back when thinking about sex? I was lost in my own reverie downstairs. Uncle was probably lost in his thoughts on the terrace. Instead of ten minutes, it had been fifteen. I picked up my phone and called him. Uncle answered the call as soon as it rang. Uncle said, "Yes, bouma, tell me." I said, "Uncle, have you fallen asleep upstairs? Instead of ten minutes, it's been fifteen. Where are you?" Uncle said, "I was thinking about it too. If you want, take more time and think carefully. Then I'll go downstairs." I said, "I've thought it over thoroughly." Uncle said, "So what's your decision?" I pretended to be a jerk in front of him and said, "Tell me, what have I decided?" Uncle laughed a little and said, "I have complete faith in you. I know you'll definitely listen to me." I said, "Why do you trust me so much?" Uncle said, "Because I truly love you. And I know you love me too. Now tell me, what have you decided?" I said, "If you trust me and love me, why ask me? Be prepared yourself." Uncle said, "I want to hear it from you." I said, "Uncle, whatever you want will happen. I am with you in every decision." Uncle said, "You have lifted a burden from my heart. You have done this old man a favor once again, bouma" I said, "What favor? This is my home too. And you are my family. And as a daughter-in-law, it is my utmost duty to serve you. For me, there is no difference between Bijan and you. We all belong to this house. Isn't it?" Uncle said, "Exactly, bouma. So what do we do now?" I said, "It won't happen over the phone. You'll have to come down for that." Uncle said, “I have to come down, but I have to stay upstairs as well.” Hearing this, I was surprised and said, “What is this? Why are you confusing me?” Uncle said, “I have to come down, but I have to stay over you as well.” Once again, I started acting, “Damn it, you naughty old man! Who talks like this to his daughter-in-law? Go away, I will not talk to you.” Uncle said, “I will come right away.” Saying this, he disconnected the phone. I lay naked on the bed, wrapped myself in just a thin bed-sheet, and started waiting for him.


After a while, uncle came into the room. I was lying quietly. There was a thought on my face, which uncle misunderstood. He said, "Bouma, why are you sad again? If you don't want to do this, there's no compulsion." I said, "It's not a matter of desire, uncle. I'm thinking about something." Uncle said, "What are you thinking, bouma?" I said, "About what's going to happen now." Uncle said, "It seems you can't accept it wholeheartedly." I said, "After all this time, you're still saying this? I never refused anything you asked. I'm ready to give you everything." Uncle said, "Then why this hesitation? What's making you think so?" I said, "It's true, you've fallen in love with me. You came and gave me your love. You were lonely too. That's why I kept accompanying you. To alleviate your loneliness. But I never imagined I would become so attached to a man in the house other than my husband. And that too, to you, Uncle. That's why my attention wandered. But rest assured, I'm yours too. As much as I am Bijan's. I will be with you every moment." Uncle said, "You're telling the truth, bouma. The moment you held my hand, I truly felt alone in life. You gave me the strength to face my loneliness. Because of you, another desire to live resonated in my heart." I said, "That's all right, but I'm worried about tonight. But how will we alleviate this damn tension?" Uncle said, "I'll tell you right now. Get up." With that, he pulled the bed-sheet from over my body in one swift motion. When the bed-sheet was removed from my body, uncle's eyes widened. My young luscious body was uncovered. A butter-white, marble-smooth body. Not a speck of cloth, not a fiber. My carefree, naked youth was bewildered. A beautiful face, a soft body, two firm boobs, a slender waist, fleshy thighs, curvy buttocks. And below the waist, a disaster! Uncle was once again lost in my youth. A surge of passion filled him. I felt proud. My beauty had once again captivated him. I teased him, "What happened, uncle? Where are you so lost?" He didn't hear me. He was in transcendental meditation. The triangle of my thighs and the slit of my swollen pussy were his points of concentration. The hunger evident in his eyes was driving me wild. I knew that uncle would not leave me today, under any circumstances. He was staring on my pussy-slit only. I began to enjoy his predicament, then coughed and said, "Uncle, where are you lost?" Saying this, I placed my hand on my pussy. Uncle regained consciousness. He was a seasoned player; my pussy was nothing new to him, but my pussy was truly a hall of fame. He regained his composure, prepared for the emotional torture. Uncle said, "Yes, I want to alleviate your pain. But you have to come to me. If you lie down, I'll make it worse." His eyes were fixed on my pussy. I blushed, understanding the meaning of his words. I had been preparing for trouble myself. I slowly got up and came to the edge of the bed. I was ashamed of being naked. My eyes lowered. Uncle pulled me and pushed me against his chest. My tight boobs crushed against his masculine chest. I exclaimed, "Ouch! Uncle, what are you doing? I'm dead. You squeezed so hard. You're really increasing my pain instead of alleviating it." Uncle said, "So let's reduce it now." He placed his lips on mine. His hand was on my bare buttocks. We were both immersed in lust in no time. Uncle was caressing my buttocks lovingly.


After a few lip-to-lip kisses, I said, "Uncle, you were about to do something." He said, "Yes, tell me. What do I want to do?" I said, "You told me, so you do it." He said, "I don't understand. These days, I only do one thing." I said, "And what is that?" He said, "I love you immensely. Tell me, should we do it again?" I blushed and said, "You'll say anything. We were talking about relieving my tension." He said, "Okay??? I'll relieve all your tension right now." With that, he took off his shirt and pajamas. I looked at his underwear, which had almost formed a tent. He took off his underwear too, and became completely naked, just like me. His cock, freed from its confines, leaped out. Seeing his cock truly relieved all my tension instantly. I laid Uncle on the bed. Today I was completely active. Completely naked, and without shame. I pounced on Uncle's cock like a predatory molly (female cat). I lowered my mouth, and my lips, like a vacuum cleaner, ravaged his cock and testicles. I took his entire cock into my mouth at once and began sucking it vigorously. I licked the hole in his glans with my tongue. A layer of saliva formed around his cock, and I began sucking it all the way to the base. Meanwhile, I began fondling his hanging testicles with my delicate fingers. He couldn't take all these sudden assaults on his cock. Uncle's waist was rising like a machine. His moans filled the room. "Uff...bouma...are you planning to kill me...?" I began massaging his cock with my hand. Uncle started talking to me, trying to keep his attention distracted and keep him going longer. Uncle said, "Bouma, you really like my cock, don't you?" I pretended again and said, “No, I actually find it scary.” Uncle said, "Then why do you put it in your mouth every time? If my cock is so scary, why are you sucking it now?" I said, “Because I find it scary and yet very cute. And I am fulfilling your wish.” Uncle said, "Tell me one thing, bouma, do you like sucking my cock?" I said, "Extremely. I really like sucking your cock. Uncle, don't disturb me now. Just lie down quietly and let me do my work." I took Uncle's cock in my mouth again and didn't let it go until he completely surrendered to me.


After sucking his cock vigorously for a while, his entire body began to convulse. His entire body began to tremble. His waist began to rise and fall rapidly on the bed. This sent his cock deep into my mouth, only to be pulled back out the next moment. While I was sucking his cock, I was also masturbating it so that he would ejaculate quickly. I wanted to drink his hot cum. But little did I know that he had a different plan. Once again, the entire room was filled with his moans, "Uff...Bouma...I can't take it anymore...I'm about to cum...Bouma...I'm about to cum..." Hearing this, I began to stroke his cock even harder. But suddenly, Uncle pulled his cock out of my mouth. This action shocked me terribly. Before I could say anything, he got up from the bed, stood on the floor, and began masturbating his cock himself. I couldn't understand what he was trying to do. I asked him, "Uncle, what are you doing?" Uncle masturbated, and said, "Bouma, don't ask any questions. Just close your eyes. And don't open them until I tell you to." I still couldn't understand anything. But I obeyed his command, and sat on the edge of the bed with my eyes closed. Naked, like a statue from Khajuraho (ancient Indian sculpture). Uncle stood in front of me and began masturbating. His cock was right above my head. With my eyes closed, I couldn't see what he was doing. But suddenly, I felt something warm and slippery on my forehead. I opened my eyes in alarm. Uncle was dripping cum from his cock right above my head. And drops of cum were dripping from his cock right onto my forehead. Surprised, I said, "Uncle, what have you done? Why did you ejaculate on my head?" Uncle said, "You were hesitant about how you would celebrate your wedding night with me as my daughter-in-law, so look, I thought it through and found a solution. Today I filled your forehead with my cum. And in a way, I accept you as my wife. Now, in a way, you are my wife, and I am your husband. Now tell me, will you celebrate your wedding night with me or not?" I was pleased to see his actions, yet in a shaky voice, I said, "Uncle, you love me so much? I never thought you would give me the status of your wife." Uncle said, "Pihu, you are the queen of my heart. You are in my every breath. I don't want to keep you away from me even for a moment. I want to hold you in my arm." For the first time, Uncle called me by my name instead of "bouma." Hearing this, my eyes filled with tears. I said, "Today I am blessed. From now on, I have two loving husbands. One is Bijan, who filled my forehead with vermilion. And the other is you, who has filled my forehead with your cum. From today, you are my husband, and I am your wife. From today, you have as much right over me as Bijan does. Now, without any hesitation, I will fulfill your dream by spending my wedding night with you."


I bent to touch his feet, but Uncle pulled me close to his chest. He said, "Your place is in my heart, Pihu, not on my feet. If you feel love, then hug me." He said, caressing my buttocks. My boobs again pressed against his chest. I began to caress his back lovingly. I said, "You will always love me like this, right, Uncle?" He said, "Now stop calling me Uncle. Call me Uncle in front of everyone, but say something else when you're alone with me. I'm your husband now." I said, "So what should I call you?" Uncle said, "Whatever you want, just not Uncle." I said, "Bijan calls me Darling. And I call him Darling too. From now on, I'll call you Darling as well. And you call me Darling too. Okay?" Uncle said, "You can call me Darling, but I'll call you Honey instead. Honey, I love you." I said, "I love you too, darling! I want to stay clinging to your chest like this forever. I can't bear any distance from you." Uncle said, "I want that too. But there's a problem. This dick of mine keeps me away from you." He said, and put his dick in my hand again. I smiled, taking his dick in my palm, and said, "Do I have to treat it?" Uncle said, "Yes, honey, you'll have to." I slowly stroked his dick and said, "So tell me, what should I do to treat it?" Uncle said, "Just take it inside you and eliminate the distance between us." I said, "Damn it, you naughty! You're putting your work on me." Uncle said, "That's the law of nature, my love. You have to give space." I said, "I'm completely ready to give you space, but you'll have to do it inside. I can't control this cock. Look, how thick it is. You naughty!" I said, squeezing his cock in my fist. Uncle sighed. My hesitation and dilemma were now completely gone, and I was ready to celebrate my wedding night with him. I said, "Darling, do whatever you want." Uncle jokingly said, "What should I do?" I blushed and said, "You don't know what a husband does with his newlywed wife?" Uncle said, "You tell me, what do I want to do with you?" I said, "You know everything. You're pretending on purpose." Uncle said, "I know, but I want to hear it from you. From my newlywed wife." I said, "Oh my God, how shameless is my newlywed husband! He's forcing his own wife to say dirty things." Uncle said, "The love between a husband and wife is the most beautiful, sacred thing in this whole universe. There's nothing dirty about it. Now tell me." I asked him shyly, "If you make me your wife, won't you celebrate your wedding night with me?" Uncle replied, "I don't know how long I've been yearning to spend my wedding night with you. But I have a fantasy. Will you fulfill that fantasy for me tonight?" Uncle's words scared me a little. Every man in this house has some strange fantasy about sex. Be it Bijan or Ani, jamaibabu (brother-in-law) or Raju. And now Uncle has one too. And I only have to fulfill it. I don't know what that fantasy will be like. So I asked nervously, "What kind of fantasy do you have?" Uncle replied, "Nothing much. Just that you get dressed up and wait for me like a new bride. Like in the movies." I said, "Okay, darling. Tonight, I'll adorn myself with all my finery and wait for you, my husband, like an obedient wife. Are you happy now?" Uncle said, "Absolutely, my dear. So, let's go now. We have to get ready for the night." Uncle put on his pajamas back and started to leave. I grabbed his hand and stopped him. Uncle looked at me curiously. I smiled and said, "Today is the first night I'll be able to satisfy my desires. It would be a bad omen to leave empty-handed." Uncle, understanding my hint, said, "So, tell me what should I do to prevent this bad omen, my dear?" I said, "We'll do the real thing at night. Should we just do something for now as a starter?" Uncle said happily, "Then just give me lip service. Anyway, my cock loves your lips and mouth." I said, acting out again, "This naughty old man always enjoys doing the wrong things." Uncle said, "Suck it and drink its cum; it will give you energy for the night. You also like to drink my cum, right?" I said, making a playful face, wrinkling my nose, "Yuck!!! I don't like to drink your cum. Today I am drinking it for the last time. After the wedding night, I want your cum only inside my pussy every time. Understood?" Uncle laughed after listening to me and putting his cock inside my mouth again said, "Whatever you say, my queen! From now on, I will obey your each and every order, my love." (Contd.)

 

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