Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 146 – Pihu Gets Ready For Her Third Wedding Night

 

Pihu’s POV- Since morning, I'd worn a blue cotton saree to tease uncle. The saree was tied three inches below my navel. My fair, delicate belly and deep navel peeked out provocatively. The deep-cut, sleeveless blouse revealed half of my boobs. The saree clung to my body, revealing my fully curvaceous and sculpted body. Uncle's gaze repeatedly rested on my round, prominent buttocks only. My face was filled with shame and modesty. Just this evening, he had filled my forehead with his cum. And the one who filled my forehead was ready to take everything from me now. Whenever my eyes met his, I would lower my head in shame. Tonight was our wedding night. Uncle was becoming shameless. As soon as he met my eyes, he would start caressing his cock over his pajamas. And I would blush with embarrassment at the sight of him. That evening, after filling my forehead, I went to the kitchen and made tea. All the arrangements were already in place at uncle's friend's house. We even had clothes to wear. Seeing this, I felt that uncle had been preparing for our wedding night for quite some time, and it was going to come to fruition today. That evening, uncle handed me a large packet. Taking the packet from him, I asked, a little surprised, "What's in it, uncle?" He, a little annoyed, said, "Honey, I told you not to call me uncle when we're alone. And yet, you're still calling me uncle." I laughed a little at his words and said, "I do, Uncle. For four years now, since we got married, I've called you simply Uncle. I knew right then that someday I'd have to call you something other than Uncle. Calling you Uncle has become a habit, so Uncle came out of my mouth automatically. But please forgive me, from now on, when we're alone, I'll try to call you Darling instead of Uncle. Now, happy? Now, tell me, what exactly is in this packet?" Uncle said, "A small gift from me for my newlywed wife." I said, "But what's in it?" Uncle said, "Why don't you open it yourself and see?" I opened the packet and was astonished by what was inside. Inside was a new Benarasi saree, a matching blouse and petticoat. There was even a pair of bra and panties. There were also some gold jewelry and ornaments. I asked Uncle, "What's all this for?" Uncle said, "That's exactly my fantasy, honey. That you'd wear this wedding dress, get all dolled up and ready like a newlywed bride to celebrate your wedding night with your husband, that’s me. That's why I personally picked out and bought all these clothes for you. Tonight, you'll be waiting for me wearing all these clothes and all those jewels and ornaments." Hearing Uncle's words, my heart welled up again, and so did my eyes. I hugged him again and said, "Thank you, Uncle...oops...I mean, darling!" We both laughed.

After making tea, we sat down to drink it together. We were chatting about various things. Suddenly, Uncle asked me a question that made me momentarily sad. Uncle said, "Pihu, you've been married to Bijan for four years. So why haven't you had a child yet? You two should have one now." I said with a sad voice, "We're both trying, but I don't know why we're not able to." Uncle said, "Why don't you both consult to a good gynecologist?" I said, "I've told your nephew many times, but he always avoids the topic with one excuse or another." Uncle came closer and said, "Should I try it once?" I was shocked. What is he saying? I never even dreamed of this. No matter how many men I get fucked with other than Bijan, I will only ever be a mother to Bijan's child. Seeing me silent, Uncle said again, "Think about it, Pihu. This is your home too. You too want the well-being of this home. And it's your duty to give this home its next generation. Your utmost duty. There are many women who betray their families by having children with strangers. But you're lucky; you won't have to do that. And anyway, what's the difference between Bijan and me? My seed and his seed are the same. We have the same lineage. The child's gene will also be from this home. What's the harm if you become a mother to my child instead of Bijan's? Tell me." I said, "Uncle, what you said is true. But I never thought I would become a mother to anyone other than my husband. No matter what happens, if I become a mother, I will only be to Bijan's child." Uncle said, "I'm not pressuring you, Pihu. I'm just saying that if you can't have it with Bijan, then do it with someone else if you want. It's your choice." I said, "Please shut up. If I give birth to someone else's child, will you and the rest of the family be able to love him? And will you all accept him?" Uncle said, "You neither want to have a child with someone else, nor do you want to give me a chance. Then what should you do?" I said, "Leave this matter to Bijan and me. We'll find a solution together." Uncle said, "Okay, let's talk about something else." Then he stared at me intently and said, "What's the matter, Pihu? You're wearing a very sexy saree today. Are you trying to kill me?" I laughed and said, "Exactly, my new husband. I haven't worn a saree like this in a long time. I felt like it today, so I wore it." Uncle was happy and said, "Well done. These days, daughters-in-law don't wear sarees. They usually wear Tops, jeans, etc. You look beautiful in a saree. Beautiful in modern clothes too, but a saree is a different story. Really, Pihu, you look very beautiful today." Uncle stroked his cock while staring at my buttocks peeking out from under my saree.


I smiled silently. After drinking tea, I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for both of us. Uncle followed me into the kitchen. I bowed my head. I knew perfectly well that he would follow me. Uncle grabbed me from behind, his cock pressing against my ass. He squeezed my boobs with both hands over my saree and blouse. I became hot. My whole body tingled. Uncle, in a frenzy, began to squeeze my boobs vigorously and kiss my neck from behind. I found it difficult to even stand. My panties stirred. Somehow, maintaining my composure, I said, “Honey, leave me. Let me cook. Is this the time for all this?” Uncle took my ear in his mouth and sucked it, saying, "Love has no time limit, my love. Don't you see in movies how the hero is constantly making love to his heroine? I was just like that, and I want to make love to you for a moment." I said, "This is real life, not a movie. I'm not a heroine. This is at night, so we'll do it at night." Uncle said, "You are my heroine." Saying this, he started lifting my saree up to my waist. I said, "Please, go away now. Don't bother me. Let me do my chores." Uncle said, "Let me touch you a little. Nothing more." With this, he started caressing my fleshy thighs. His movements were making me weak. I said, "Darling, don't bother me. It's our wedding night tonight. Can't you wait until then?" Uncle said, "I can't wait a second, honey. You look so sexy in that saree that I feel like celebrating my wedding night with you right in the kitchen." I said, "Shut up! A wedding night in the kitchen? There's a time and a place for everything." Uncle squeezed my buttocks hard with his hands and said, "Is that so?" I screamed in pain, "Ouch! Take your hand away. I have to do my chores." But Uncle didn't remove his hand from my buttocks. Instead, he squeezed them even harder and said, "That's what I'm telling you. Do your work, and let me do mine." Saying this, he pulled my panties aside and started inserting one of his fingers into my asshole. I felt a slight pain in my ass due to the sudden insertion of his finger into my asshole. I struggled, trying to remove his finger from my asshole, and said, "Is this your work to do? Shame! What are you doing? Don't put your finger in there. Oh my god! Don't do anything dirty while cooking. You probably don't think it's dirty, but I do. Get out of here! Or I'll leave!" But instead of removing his finger from my ass, Uncle pushed it in deeper and said with a laugh, "Where are you going, my love? Wherever you go, I'll be there. I'll never stop chasing you, my love." I said, "I'll go to my parents' house, and then I'll see your courage." Uncle said, "You shouldn’t torture your lover like this, my love. Just give me a kiss." I said, "No! Leave the kitchen. If you bother me too much, I'll cancel tonight's plans." Uncle said, "Oh, don't torture this humble guy like this, my love. Otherwise, I'll die." I now playfully grabbed his hand and pulled him to the kitchen door. I said, "Your Majesty, please leave now. And please don't come near me until tonight." I knew perfectly well that this old lover of mine wouldn't be able to control himself for even a minute. His flirting with me continued for a long time. Every now and then, Uncle would approach and play with every delicate part of my body. I barely managed to shoo him away from the kitchen. And if Uncle didn't return for a while, I would become restless and peek. After a while, I saw Uncle, dressed like a newlywed groom, drinking on the terrace. I asked, "What is this? Why are you drinking right now?" Uncle said, "Just trying to get in the mood." I said, "No, it doesn't get in the mood. It just intoxicates." Uncle said, "Why are you bothering me? I'm only slightly intoxicated." I said, making a face, "You feel the need to get drunk while I'm here?" Uncle said, "What's the intoxication of this damn liquor compared to your intoxication? I'm drinking for you, my love. Don't stop me." I said, "Lie! Why are you drinking for me?" Uncle said, "Alcohol dulls my thinking. My entire focus will be on you. So that I can only see you tonight." I said, "Okay, drink within limits. If you get too drunk, you'll pass out in bed. And our golden night will be ruined. And finish this quickly, and come down. We'll have dinner." Uncle looked at his watch and said, "Dinner now! It's not even 9 o'clock yet!" I said, "If we finish dinner quickly, we'll be able to start the night's program early." Uncle understood my hint. He said, "You're absolutely right. You go and start serving dinner. I'll be back."


It was just Uncle and me at dinner. Uncle was drunk. He would stare at me, and I would feel embarrassed. After dinner, Uncle lunged at me. I shushed him and said, "Be patient, my impatient lover! I'm going to my room. It'll take half an hour. Until then, you can take a walk on the terrace." Uncle said, "Half an hour? What will you do in that time, my love?" I hugged him and lovingly kissed his cheek, "Your fantasy is that I become your bride tonight. Bridal makeup takes time. And that will take at least half an hour. And until then, no more peeping and wandering around me." With that, I stuck out my tongue, teasing him. Uncle went for a walk on the terrace. I knew he was fixated on me. The effects of the alcohol and the herb, and his cock was erect at ninety degrees. He had to repeatedly massage his cock to calm it down. Entering the room, I locked the door and, one by one, removed my saree, blouse, petticoat, bra, and panties. Standing in front of the mirror, completely naked from head to toe, I truly looked stunning in this naked state. Looking at my own naked youth, I muttered, "I'm falling for myself, just looking at myself naked. I wonder what he'll be like? If he's going to tear me apart, he won't be blamed. What man would be able to stay in his senses after seeing such a stunning beauty like me?" Then I took the packet uncle had given me and removed the bra and panties. Holding the bra in my hand, I realized uncle's lust once again. I've always worn a regular bra, but tonight, uncle had bought me a special, expensive push-up bra. He knew that wearing this push-up bra would only make my large boobs protrude even more. I was happy with his decision. But I ran into a problem when I tried on the bra. I was utterly terrified. It was a 34 size, one size smaller than my current size. I don't know if Uncle did this intentionally or unknowingly. I was always a 34 size. Now, I've grown to a 36 size. So, a 34 size bra doesn't fit me anymore. I didn't know what to do. The bra didn't fit me, and if I didn't wear it, I'd have to wear the rest of my clothes without a bra. At first, I considered not wearing the bra. But then I realized Uncle had bought these clothes especially for me, and he might be offended if I didn't wear them. So, I decided to try it on anyway. And I tried it on. After a long struggle, I finally put on the bra, which was a size smaller than mine. But after putting it on, I felt my breath catch in my throat. The bra was a size smaller than mine, and on top of that, it was a push-up bra. So, after putting it on, I felt like my two large boobs were being forced upwards. My boobs didn't fit properly in the small bra. And because of the push-up bra, both of them were pushed up rather harshly. But the sight was quite erotic. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt like he was about to have a heart attack seeing me in it. After putting on the bra, it was time to put on the panties. That, too, proved to be a different problem for me. Until now, I had always ranked my husband, Bijan, as the number one perverted person. I used to think that there was hardly anyone in the world as pervert as Bijan. But today, seeing this panty, I realized my mistake. Uncle had even surpassed his nephew in perverseness. Because the panty I was holding right now was one I had never seen before, let alone worn. I didn't even know what this kind of panty was called. And I couldn't understand how I could even call this small, string-like thing a panty. I googled it and found out that this kind of panty was called a G-string thong panty. It had just a small, thin string, nothing else. I couldn't understand how much of my pussy would be covered and how much would be visible with this thin string. Well, without thinking much I wore that so called 'panty'. And that tiny string seemed to disappear, snaking into the crevice between my pussy and ass. It would have been better not to wear any panties at all than wearing it. But I wore that bra and panties. I wore my wedding night Benarasi saree, blouse, and petticoat, gifted to me by uncle. I wore all the jewelry and ornaments. I applied makeup, applied a deep sindoor to my forehead, and took one last look at myself in the mirror. I truly looked stunning in this get-up. After finishing my full make-up and adornment, I sat on the bed like a newlywed bride, waiting for my beloved groom. And for my wedding night as well.


About five minutes later, uncle arrived. Seeing me, he even forgot to blink. I truly looked like a newlywed bride in my Benarasi saree, bindi (the red dot made by vermilion placed on the forehead by married women), maang tikka (forehead pendant), earrings, nose ring, necklace. Juicy lips, two protruding boobs, a curvaceous waist, a deep navel. My round ass, highlighted by the Benarasi saree, was probably now praising his luck. Looking at me, he said, "I'm really lucky! Even at this old age, I have such a young, sexy, and stunning wife!" My face was tilted downward with shame. Uncle came towards me. He sat in front of me on the bed and, lifting my face with his hand, began to look at me. I felt as if he was lost in me. Seeing him stare at me so mesmerized, I felt even more embarrassed. This tender, unadulterated youth of mine was what had made even my 60-year-old uncle-in-law fall in love with me. And he wasn't just in love with me anymore, he had become my second husband. He had filled my forehead with his own cum. He had accepted me, giving me the status of his wife. Now I was not just his daughter-in-law, but also his wife. And I was not only happy but also proud of this. When Uncle continued staring at my face for a long time, I blushed and said, "What's wrong? Do you just want to see my face all night? Won't you do anything else?" Uncle said in a mesmerized voice, "Darling, you really look so beautiful in this attire that I just want to keep looking at you. All night long." I teased him a little and said, "Did you fill my forehead just to see my face?" Uncle looked at me and said, "So what else can I do? You tell me, my love." I said, "You know everything. You've already fathered a child." Uncle laughed after listening to me and said, "I haven't even touched you yet, and where did this child come from?" I blushed after listening to him and said, "Damn it, you naughty old-man! I wasn't talking about myself. I was talking about Ani. Your son." Uncle said, "Speak only about yourself today, dear. No one else's. This night is only ours. For tonight, I am your husband. And you are my wife. You don't have any other relatives. Nor do I have a son. Tonight, it's just the two of us. You. And me. No one else." I said, "Then celebrate your wedding night, for which you have been after me for so long."


With that, I wrapped my arms around Uncle’s neck and pulled him towards me. My tender boobs felt crushed against his masculine chest. He embraced me. I felt comfortable in his embrace. I felt safe. Now it was time for the union. Without wasting any time, Uncle lifted my face and planted a loving kiss on my cheek. The touch of his warm breath on my face sent a shiver through my entire body. Then, his hot lips rained endless kisses all over my face. Sometimes my forehead, sometimes both cheeks, sometimes my eyes. Even my nose and chin weren't spared. He began kissing my entire face like a madman. From all his actions, I could clearly see how aroused he had already become. Whether it was the effect of the alcohol, the effect of the herb, or the desire to make me his, I don't know. I didn't even want to think about anything anymore. All I wanted to do at that moment was to love my crazy old man to my heart's content. After covering my face with kisses for a while, Uncle paused and gazed intently into my eyes. I gazed back into his eyes. I saw neither desire nor lust in his eyes. I saw nothing but love and only love for me in his eyes. He slowly pressed his lips against mine. I placed my hands behind his neck, pulling his head closer to mine, and pressed my lips firmly against his. He held my lips between his own, squeezing them and sucking them, as if the juices would quench his thirst. He was sucking my lower lip. He licked all the lipstick off my lips with his tongue. Even Bijan had never kissed me so passionately. Uncle's passionate kiss had already aroused me so much that I could already feel a wetness on my thighs. This was proof that my pussy was already wet with its own juices. I first ran my tongue over his lips. After licking them sensually, I inserted my tongue inside his mouth. Uncle, understanding my desire, opened his mouth and welcomed my tongue wholeheartedly. I licked every corner of his mouth with my tongue. During this, Uncle filled my mouth with a lump of his saliva, which I happily swallowed. And then I started playing with his tongue with my tongue. By then, we were both busy celebrating our wedding night like any other married couple. Forgetting the world, we were simply lost in each other. The entire room was slowly becoming filled with the feeling of love. And the intoxication of lust had completely gripped both our hearts, minds, and bodies. Breaking free from it was not only difficult, but downright impossible. For Uncle, and for me, too. (Contd.)

 

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