Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 164 – Now It's Kavita's Turn To Get Fucked By Bijan

 

Bijan’s POV- After entering the bedroom, Pihu went straight to the bed and sat down. But I didn't sit. I stood near the bed. Seeing me standing, Pihu said, “What happened? Why are you standing there like that? Come and sit here and tell me the rest of your story.” I shook my head again and said, “No. I won't tell you the story like this. To hear the rest of the story, you'll have to do what I say. If you do what I say, only then will I tell you the rest of the story, otherwise not.” Saying this, I stood there silently. I knew my story had already made Pihu quite aroused. Now, whether she wanted to or not, she had to hear the rest of my story. And for that, she would have to do what I said. That's why I deliberately put this condition in front of her. Because I also had to appease my angry wife. And at that moment, this was the only way I could appease her. And I was trying to do just that. But Pihu was also quite clever. She probably figured out my intention. She said, “What condition?” I said, “I'll tell you that only when you're ready to do what I say.” Now Pihu was in a dilemma. She didn't want to do what I said. But then she wouldn't be able to hear the rest of my story. So she had to agree to my condition. Therefore, reluctantly, she said to me, “Okay. I'm ready to do what you say. But remember, I'm still angry about what you did. And my anger isn't going to subside so easily. I want to tell you this beforehand.” I laughed in response and said, “I know that. And I'm not blaming you for it. It's entirely my fault, not yours. Your anger towards me is justified. But I also want to tell you something. You are my wife. I married you and brought you into my home. No matter how many other men I ask you to fuck with, or how many men you fuck with, you were, are, and will remain my wife until the day I die. And as for me, whether I fuck Sangeeta, or Kavita, or Ankita, I have never even considered betraying you or leaving you in this life. And I never will. Look, Pihu, we are both a couple with open desires unlike many other couple. That's why we've been doing all this until now. And through this, we've been fulfilling our fantasies, especially me. And perhaps we will continue to do so in the future. Maybe you'll even fuck with another man right in front of me, but even then, my love and trust for you will never diminish.  The bottom line is, whether you fuck with someone else a thousand times, or I fuck someone else, we were, are, and always will be each other's. Do you understand what I'm saying? And I swear to you, I only helped Sangeeta get pregnant. I don't have any other special feelings for her. She was my friend before, and she still is. Nothing more. In my life, my wife, my friend, my lover—everything is you. Only you, Pihu.” After saying this, I fell silent. As I was telling her all this, the expressions on her face were changing rapidly. It was clear that my words were affecting her, but I couldn't tell exactly how much. And Pihu didn't say anything explicitly either. She said in a calm voice, “Bijan, we'll talk about all that later. First, finish your story. And tell me what I need to do.” I said, "Nothing special. First, take off your bra and panties and lie down on the bed." Pihu looked at me in surprise. I laughed again and said, "Don't be surprised, darling. I won't touch you until you tell me to. Now, do as I say." Pihu didn't argue with me anymore. She reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and dropped it on the bedroom floor. Her large, fair boobs seemed to bounce free from the confines of the bra. Then she grabbed her panties and took it off too. Now Pihu was lying completely naked on the bed in front of me, on her back. Seeing my sexy wife lying naked like that in front of me, I felt a stir in my pants again. I felt a strong urge in my cock. I felt like jumping on her and fucking her hard right now. But I controlled myself with great difficulty. Then, suppressing my desires, I sat down next to her. And I started telling my story to my wife again.

“Ten days or so passed like this. Sangeeta and I had sex every night. And after having sex, I would always fill her pussy with my cum. Then we would both fall into a deep sleep in each other's arms. But I started to have a suspicion. I noticed that Sangeeta would scream and shout unnecessarily while we were having sex. I know that my cock is of average size. It's not too big or thick. And therefore, she shouldn't need to scream so loudly while having sex with me. Yet she screamed very loudly. As if she wanted to make it clear that she was experiencing both pleasure and pain while having sex with my cock. It's possible that she was experiencing some pain from my cock, but it wouldn't be so much pain that she would scream like that. So what could be the real reason for that? While thinking about this, I realized that Kavita slept in the room next to the one where Sangeeta and I had sex at night, with her four-month-old baby. So it's obvious that she would also hear Sangeeta's loud screams from her room. This made me think of something else. Was Sangeeta deliberately screaming so loudly while having sex with me so that her sister in the next room can hear her screams? Was she screaming so loudly just to let her sister hear her? Maybe. I had to keep an eye on things. And then what I suspected really happened. One night, while we were having sex, my eyes fell on the mirror on the wall opposite us. And in that mirror, I saw Kavita standing outside the window behind us! Neither my face nor Sangeeta's face could be seen from the window. Only our backs and buttocks were visible. But Kavita was standing outside that window, peeking in and watching us have sex. Then something clicked in my mind. This means that Sangeeta's screaming while having sex with me was actually a signal for Kavita. It works. Whenever Sangeeta screamed so loudly while I was having sex with her, Kavita quietly came out of her room, stood at the window outside our room, and watched Sangeeta and me having sex. But I couldn't say this with certainty. So, for three consecutive days, I kept an eye on the mirror on the wall opposite while having sex with Sangeeta. And my suspicion proved correct. Whenever I inserted my cock into Sangeeta's pussy and start having sex with her, she started screaming loudly for no reason. And hearing her screams, Kavita came and stood by the window without saying anything. And she watched us having sex. When I saw this happening again on the third day, I understood the plan of these two sisters. This means Sangeeta wanted not only herself but also her sister to have sex with me. I had to grudgingly admire Sangeeta's cunningness. And the fact that Kavita watched us having sex and wanted to have sex with me like her sister is nothing less than a golden opportunity for me. And a man like me wouldn't want to let this opportunity slip away. Neither would I. But before that, I needed to know if Kavita really wanted to have sex with me like her sister, or if she just enjoyed watching me have sex with Sangeeta. And I had to find this out first. And from the very next day, I started taking steps to do so.” Saying this, I fell silent again.


Until now, Pihu had been lying naked on the bed, silently listening to my story. As soon as I stopped speaking, she said, “What happened? Why did you stop again? I was enjoying listening.” She fell silent after saying this. She realized that in her excitement to hear my story, she had blurted out the truth in front of me. But immediately after saying it, she realized her mistake. She quickly added, “That’s not what I meant. I meant that…” She stopped again. She couldn't figure out what to say to me. I smiled and said, “Darling, you're angry at me, not yourself. So why are you unnecessarily torturing yourself? If you're enjoying listening to my story, that's fine. What's there to be so coy about? Do one thing.” Now Pihu herself asked me, “What?” I said, “Put one of your fingers in your pussy, like you did on the sofa outside. And slowly listen to the rest of my story while you're fingering yourself.” Then I was silent for a while and then said, “And if you want, I can do this too. But only if you want me to.” Pihu looked into my eyes now. She understood my plan. She said, “Bijan, you're quite clever. What do you think, that by telling me your story you'll turn me on? That you'll weaken me? And then I'll do whatever you say. And I'll forgive you for your mistake, or rather, your sin. Sorry to disappoint you, Bijan, but nothing like that will happen. You can try your best, but my anger towards you isn't going to subside so easily. And as for fingering my pussy, fine, you can do that. But only up to fingering my pussy.” I shook my head. I was secretly pleased. Pihu could say whatever she wanted, but she was inwardly weakened. Otherwise, she wouldn't have suggested I finger her pussy. And I was certain that just as she had given me permission to finger her, she would soon ask me to have sex with her. I said, "Okay. I agree. I'll continue the story while I finger your pussy." Saying this, I got up from the bed and started taking off my clothes. Pihu was surprised to see me taking off my clothes. She said, "Why are you taking off your clothes?" I said, "Don't worry, darling, I won't do anything until you yourself ask me to." Pihu said, "Then why are you taking off your clothes?" I said, "Because just as you are listening to my story relaxed and naked, I will also tell you my story relaxed and naked." Saying this, I took off all my clothes and became completely naked like her. As I pulled my cock out of my underwear, it sprang out. By then, seeing Pihu naked and telling her my story, my cock was also in a bad state. It was standing erect. Pihu glanced at my erect cock out of the corner of her eye. Then she said, "If you're done, let's continue the story." I sat down naked between her legs and said, "As you command, my queen!" Saying this, I spread her legs apart and opened the lips of her pussy. Her pussy was overflowing with its own juices. I ran my finger over the folds of her pussy. At this delicate moment, feeling the touch of my fingers on her wet pussy, Pihu's entire body trembled. She somehow composed herself and then said, "Bijan...that's enough...now continue your story...and tell me..." Pihu's voice was clearly trembling. From her trembling voice, I understood her condition at that moment. I smiled, removed my fingers from the folds of her pussy, and then inserted my finger directly into her pussy. And then I started scratching the delicate inner walls of her pussy with my fingernails. This made Pihu's condition even worse. Her hips lifted into the air. I held her and gently laid her back down on the bed. And said, "Relax yourself, darling. Otherwise, how will you enjoy my story? The rest of the story is going to be even more juicy. Just like your pussy." Saying this, I again started scratching the inner walls of her pussy with my fingernails. The juices from her pussy were now soaking my finger all the way up to my wrist. Pihu again said in her trembling voice, "Please...Bijan...don't do this...I just want to hear your story...tell me your story...don't do anything else..." I said, "Not even what I'm doing?" Pihu didn't give a direct answer to this. Instead, she said, "Tell me your story...Bijan...I want to hear the story of your dark deeds..." I said, "Okay, now listen to what happened next." Saying this, I slowly but lovingly fingered my wife's juicy and wet pussy while I began to tell her the rest of the story.


“As soon as I realized that Kavita stood at our bedroom window every night watching us have sex, I felt like I had struck gold. Now I needed to know if she was also interested in having sex with me. So, the next day I tried a plan. Sangeeta and I used to have sex late into the night every night. And after this exhausting sex, Sangeeta would usually sleep in late the next day. And I decided to take advantage of this. The next day, I woke up and saw that Sangeeta was still fast asleep, as usual. Her entire body was naked. We used to sleep without clothes after having sex every night. We had done the same the previous night. I got out of bed, put on my clothes, and went out of the room. Every day, Kavita would bring me tea after I brushed my teeth. We would chat a little at that time. But today, my intention was to somehow get her to admit that she also wanted to have sex with me.  She already saw me having sex with her sister every night, now I just needed to know if she wanted to have sex with me. I would only make a move if she was interested in having sex with me. With this thought in mind, I was ready today. I had noticed that Kavita didn't wear a maxi dress or nightgown at home. She always wore a saree. But her style of wearing a saree was quite unique and sexy. She always wore her saree two fingers below her navel. And she always kept the pleats of her saree tied together like a string. This clearly exposed a large part of her chest and belly. Her boobs weren't as big as yours or Sangeeta's, but they weren't too small either. And because she had children then, her boobs were probably full of milk. Just thinking about this, I started getting an erection early in the morning. And Kavita always wore deep-cut and sleeveless blouses. This clearly showed her deep cleavage from the front. When she raised her arms, her armpits were visible. I didn't know about her pussy yet, but her armpits were as clean-shaven as yours. Her complexion wasn't as fair as yours, but she was quite beautiful and attractive. She had an attractive charm that drew me to her. Every day she would bend down to give me tea. I could see her cleavage peeking out from her low-cut blouse, but I didn't pay much attention to it. But now I understand that Kavita was deliberately trying to attract my attention to herself. So when she bent down to give me tea that day, I noticed her boobs and her deep cleavage. And that's when I noticed a small black mole, the size of a lentil, right in the middle of her cleavage. And this black mole seemed to enhance her beauty even more.” I had said this much when Pihu interrupted me, saying, "It seems you observed Kavita quite carefully. Her image is permanently etched in your mind." I asked her, "Why are you saying that, darling?" Pihu smiled slightly and said, "Because a year has passed since that incident. But even today you remember Kavita's attire and the details of her body parts. You haven't even forgotten that black mole between her cleavage. This means you observed her very carefully." I laughed and said, "You can tease me as much as you want, but the truth is that before that day, I hadn't looked at Kavita so closely. I hadn't even noticed her before. But when I found out that she was secretly watching me having sex with her sister, that's when I noticed her. And I looked at her carefully for the first time." Pihu said, "Anyway, continue with your story." I inserted my finger back into her pussy and continued telling my story.


“That morning, while looking at Kavita's boobs and cleavage, I didn't even realize when my cock started getting hard inside my pants. I only came to my senses when Kavita burst out laughing. I was startled and asked her, ‘What happened, Kavita? Why are you laughing like that?’ She glanced at the bulge in my pants and then, still laughing, said, ‘Nothing, dada (elder brother), just like that.’ I understood that she was also interested in me. But perhaps because of fear of Sangeeta or some other reason, she wasn't able to tell me openly. I said, ‘Kavita, it's been more than a week since I came here. But you haven't even sat down and talked to me properly until now.’ She said, ‘What's the big deal? We can do it now. Anyway, it's Sunday today. You have a holiday from the office. So you're not in a hurry either. And it will still be at least an hour before didi (Sangeeta) wakes up. Until then, I can chat with you.’ I said, ‘Okay then. Bring your tea. We'll sit together and have tea while we talk.’ Kavita said ‘Okay’ and went to the kitchen to get her tea. I knew she had a habit of chattering. So I wouldn't have much difficulty finding out the real truth from her. After a while, Kavita came with her tea and sat down next to me. She said, ‘Here, dada. I'm here. Now tell me what you want to talk about.’ I said, ‘Nothing special. Just general conversation. All I know about you is that you are Sangeeta's cousin sister. And your husband is in the military. That's all. I don't know anything else.’ At this, Kavita laughed and said, ‘When did you ever want to know about me? Your entire attention is always on didi (elder sister) only. You don't pay any attention to me at all.’ The hint in her words was very clear, and I didn't take long to understand it. I replied, ‘I'm paying attention now. Tell me.’ She said, ‘What should I say?’ I asked her, ‘How did you get married? Love marriage or arranged marriage? When did you meet your husband for the first time? What kind of person is he? How do you manage to stay alone in this big house when he goes to work? How do you spend your time? And so on.’ After hearing me, Kavita said, ‘Look, dada, let me tell you one thing upfront, I don't have the habit of beating around the bush like others. I say whatever I have to say openly. You don't have any objection, do you?’ I said, ‘Not at all. We are both adults. And married too. We know everything beforehand. So you can say whatever you want, however you want.’ She said, ‘Thanks, dada. I haven't been able to give diplomatic answers since childhood. Whatever comes to my mind, I blurt it out immediately.’ Saying this, she continued, ‘I'll answer your last two questions first. Later, I'll answer the rest of the questions one by one. You asked how I manage to stay alone in such a big house after my husband goes to work and how I spend my time? So, the answer to both these questions is the same: my husband comes home once every six months and stays with me for a month before returning. He is currently posted in Punjab. And during that one month we spend together, we have a lot of fun. My husband is quite passionate about sex. According to him, sex is not just an act for fun or pleasure. It's like a form of worship. Just as we can only get to know God if we worship him with complete devotion, similarly, we can only understand our partner's heart if we have sex with them wholeheartedly and sincerely. According to my husband, sex is the easiest and most effective way to understand your partner's heart. Anyway, we have sex so many times during that one month that it lasts us for six months. And when it comes to sex, both my husband and I are open-minded. And our preferences are also the same. We like to have wild sex. During sex, we both do things you can't even imagine.’ I said, ‘For example?’


Kavita said, ‘I can't explain it to you in words. And you won't understand it just by hearing it. It's not something to be said or heard. It's something to be felt. Only if you feel it will you understand it.’ I asked, ‘But how did you get married? Love marriage?’ Kavita said, ‘No. My husband's family placed an advertisement in the newspaper for his marriage. My family contacted them after seeing it. He's quite good-looking. Big house. Wealthy. The boy is also in the military. Earns well. What more could you want? They also liked me. So, we got married.’ I asked, ‘Did you ever have sex before your marriage?’ She said smilingly, ‘No. But when I was in college, many of my male friends used to chase after me. But I didn't give them much attention. Yes, I did have a boyfriend during my college days. He also tried very hard to get me into bed. But I didn't let that happen. Yes, we did everything else, just not the real thing.’ Kavita was saying all this in a very casual way. And I was enjoying hearing all this from her. I asked, ‘What do you mean by 'everything else'?’ Now Kavita laughed and said, ‘By 'everything else' I mean kissing each other, letting my boyfriend touch my boobs, sucking his cock, masturbating, etc., etc. He thought he would get to have sex with me as well. But when he realized I wouldn't let that happen, he broke up with me and went after another girl.’ Then she asked me, ‘Your marriage was also an arranged marriage, wasn't it?’ I said, ‘Yes, just like your in-laws placed an advertisement in the newspaper for marriage, Pihu's family also placed an advertisement on a matrimonial site for her marriage, which one of my relatives saw and liked. Then both families arranged our marriage,’ Kavita said. ‘So, did you meet Pihu Didi for the first time directly at your wedding ceremony?’ I laughed and said, ‘That doesn't happen these days. We used to meet after the marriage was arranged. You probably met your husband before the wedding too, right?’ Kavita said, ‘Yes, absolutely. So, did you have sex with Pihu Didi before the wedding?’ I said, ‘No. She was quite shy and introverted back then. She even hesitated to kiss me. We had sex for the first time on our wedding night. And you?’ Hearing this, Kavita chuckled again shyly. I asked her, ‘Why are you laughing?’ She said, ‘Hearing what you said reminded me of something. Do you want to hear it?’ I said, ‘Absolutely. Tell me.’ Kavita then started telling me a story about herself and her husband before their wedding. And I listened to her story as she narrated it to me.” (Contd.)

 

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