Adultery Adultery of Husband and wife (Oct 10)

[opendoor]

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"Mahesh... Kavya called. She's near a pub on Road No. 45. She couldn't find a cab, and it looked like rain was coming, so she called to see if you could pick her up."




An unmarried young woman... at 11 PM... stranded at a pub, drunk and unable to find a cab—Mahesh felt a surge of uncontrollable anger.

He grabbed his car keys and set out.

Road No. 45 was lined with pubs. The crowd there consisted of either the filthy rich or the riffraff—the kind of women who would latch onto some 'sucker' without spending a dime, make him pay the bill, and—if the mood struck—suck his cock in his car before heading back to their rooms.

What business did *she* have near places like that?

He pulled up and called Kavya; she spoke with a slur and walked unsteadily toward him. Mahesh silently opened the door, and she silently got into the car.

For fifteen minutes, there was silence in the car.

He dropped her off at her room.

Stepping out of the car and looking at *Bava* (sister's husband), she simply said, "Thanks, *Bava*." Mahesh smiled and nodded.

She gave *Bava* an affectionate hug and went upstairs.

(.) (.)

Two days later...

Mahesh went up to their flat's terrace while talking on the phone.



Kavya was there, on a call. She was in the habit of visiting her sister's place on weekends; Mahesh had returned home late the previous night due to work.

She hung up the phone as soon as she saw *Bava*...

Kavya... Mahesh hung up the phone after glancing at it.

"Good morning, *Bava*," she said, giving him a hug.

Mahesh offered a faint, unenthusiastic smile and remained silent.

Kavya loved living life on her own terms—wearing comfortable clothes, partying with friends, and thoroughly enjoying her bachelor-style lifestyle.

"Bava... I thought you were going to scold me that day."

"Which day?"

"The other day... when it got late at the pub and you came to pick me up."

"Oh, that? You were dead drunk. There was no point in lecturing you then; that’s why I stayed quiet."

"Well, you could scold me now, *Bava*."

"Kavya... it’s your life, your choice. My only concern is your safety; whatever else you do is up to you."

"Bava... isn't it wrong for a young woman to be at a pub, drunk, until midnight?"

"Kavya... like I said, it’s your life, your choice."

"So, does that mean you feel no responsibility regarding this, Mahesh?" Priyanka asked as she walked in.

Taking the coffee cup from his wife's hands, he said, "Priya... it was precisely because I felt responsible that I went and picked her up."

"Mahesh... she has absolutely no fear. And to make matters worse, you keep shielding her."

"Priya... is she a small child? Let her enjoy herself, at least. After all, we rushed into marriage ourselves."

"So, *Bava*... does that mean you don't like this married life?" "Kavya... I wouldn't say I don't like it... but if the chance arose, I feel it would be nice to enjoy the bachelor life a bit longer, just like you."

"Exactly... don't be in a rush to jump into the 'fire' of marriage."

"Akka... I’m not even thinking about marriage right now... As long as you keep Dad convinced, I’m perfectly happy living like this."

"Kavya... besides, finding someone who could put up with you would be quite a feat."

"Bava... that’s a bit much... Any guy would be lucky to find a good girl like me."

"That’s true, too... but you really should cut down on the drinking."

"Bava... if you’re willing to keep me company, I won't go to the pub."

"Am I supposed to drink just for your sake? I can't make that kind of sacrifice... ask your sister."

"Alright, this banter goes on forever... Mahesh, if you go get some mutton, she’ll make mutton biryani."

"Kavya... remember what you said earlier? That guys would be lucky to marry you? You're right—once someone gets a taste of your cooking, it would be hard to let you go."

"Bava... do you know the secret behind that taste in my cooking?"

"It’s me pinching you while helping in the kitchen... right?"

"Bava... you need to use your full stops and commas correctly when you speak... say 'helping me' and 'pinching Akka'."

"Hey... would Bava ever dare to pinch *you*?"

"Meaning... is he afraid of you?" "No... out of fear of you..."

(.) (.)

Next weekend...


"Bava... my laptop suddenly shut down... could you take a look at it?" "Hey... your sister is a software engineer... ask her."

"But this is a hardware engineer's job, isn't it? Just take a look, Bava."

Mahesh tinkers around in his own style... navigates the settings... and eventually fixes the system.

Just as Kavya is saying "Thanks, Bava," a sudden look of tension crosses her face—a browser window she had forgotten to close pops open...



...and a porn movie, paused halfway through, starts playing. Mahesh and Kavya instantly lock eyes... because Priyanka has just walked in. She is stunned to see the porn movie playing on the screen.

Kavya hurriedly snaps the laptop shut.

Mahesh quietly walks away.

All three remain silent for the rest of the day.

That night, in the living room, the three of them are watching an IPL match—with the TV on mute.

Later, Kavya goes to sleep in her room.

"Mahesh... we need to get Kavya married urgently. See if you know of any suitable matches."

"Priya... she isn't ready for marriage yet."

"Why does her preference matter? Once she's married, her husband will handle things."

"Priya... let me ask you something. Be frank."

"Go ahead."

"When you were single, did you never watch a porn movie?" Kavya, listening intently to the conversation, felt a spark of delight—*Bava* had hit the nail on the head; the sly woman had been caught.

"Mahesh... the way *I* see it is one thing... but the way *that* is viewed is something else entirely."

"How is it different?"

"I watched it secretly in my room... when no one else was around."

"So, what's wrong if she watches it in her room... when no one else is around?"

"Mahesh... doing things like that at home... while my sister's husband is there... is wrong."



"So, are you saying the fault is mine?"

"Why would the fault be yours? The fault is hers."

"Priya... even with your father in the room across the hall, you watched porn in your room—and that wasn't wrong. Kavya watches porn in her room while her brother-in-law is in the room across the hall—and that *is* considered wrong. Does that mean a brother-in-law can never be like a father?" Priyanka and Kavya were both stunned by those words; they had never imagined Mahesh would get so emotional.

"Priya... I never viewed her merely as a cousin, and she didn't see me that way either. If she had, she wouldn't have felt comfortable coming to our home all the time. No father gives his daughter as much freedom as I gave her. It isn't for her father, her sister, or her cousin to decide when she should get married—she has to decide that for herself."

Moved to tears by his words, Kavya hugged Mahesh and said, "Bava... I'm sorry. You are such a good person, yet I kept making mistakes like this. Drinking and going to pubs isn't right for a young woman. Please forgive me, Bava." Mahesh comforted her, saying, "It's alright... just be happy."

Priyanka also consoled her sister, saying, "I'm sorry... I will never bring up the topic of your marriage again."

(.) (.)

Three months had passed since that incident—meaning this took place three months before the day Mahesh and Priyanka decided to live as bachelors.

Now, coming to the present...

Will Priyanka, who holds so much love and respect for her cousin, grow closer to Mahesh? When Mahesh decided to enjoy bachelor life, the first person who came to mind was his sister-in-law. After all, she liked him—so making a move on her would be easy, right?

Kavya looks at the message her *Bava* (brother-in-law) sent—"Good morning, Angel"—on her phone in her flat.



"What is this? *Bava* rarely sends messages... and he even sent a photo like this."

"Good morning, Honey," Kavya replies. It feels a bit over-the-top, but nice.

"See you in an hour, Kavya," comes the reply.

*Bava*'s behavior seems different today.

Kavya gets ready for the office and comes downstairs.

Mahesh is waiting in the car outside the gate.

As she gets into the car, she asks, "What's with this new behavior, *Bava*?"

He starts the car and says,

"It feels so pleasant when you call me '*Bava*,' doesn't it? But if you called me by my name, Mahesh, that feeling wouldn't be there."

"*Bava*... I really don't like it when women call their husbands by their names after marriage."

"So, what do you call your husband?"

"I call him Mahesh."

"Oh... so does that mean I'm not *Bava* anymore... but your husband?"

"Is the name 'Mahesh' exclusive to you, *Bava*?"

"But you just said you wouldn't call your husband by his name."

"True... if my husband's name were anything other than Mahesh, I wouldn't call him by his name. But since it *is* Mahesh, I would. There's a certain vibration in the name 'Mahesh'."

"Vibration? Where?" "Oh, come on, Bava... you've been getting a bit too bold lately. And what was that photo you sent with the 'Good Morning' message?"

"Didn't you like it, Kavya?"

"Bava... no brother-in-law sends photos like that to his wife's sister."

"Well, I wouldn't have sent it if you weren't my wife's sister."

"Are you turning my own comeback against me?"

"Yeah... you like Mahesh, and I like Kavya."

"Bava... did you have a fight with Akka?"

"Do you *want* me to?"

"I can't believe you're flirting with me like this."

"Kavya... have I ever appeared in your dreams?"

"Bava... if you keep acting like this, I'm never getting in your car again."

"Okay... I'll come on the bike then. A bike is convenient for both of us."

"Ugh... I don't like that sort of thing."

"But getting on a Rapido guy's bike is fine?"

"Bava... that's unavoidable, isn't it?"

"You could consider this unavoidable too."

"Here's an idea... take Akka on the bike every day. It'll be good for both of you."

"You're a devil... The moment I saw you secretly watching me kiss your sister at home, I knew you'd torment me like this someday."



"Yes... a beautiful devil."

"Alright... we're at your office. I'll be right here by 6 PM."

"Bava... why all these drop-offs and pick-ups?"

"My office is on this side too, isn't it?"

"But still..."

"Don't you want to, Kavya?"

"Bava... it's not that."

"Fine... I won't come anymore."

He walked away angrily.

Kavya sent a 'sorry' message to Bava... no response.

At 6 PM, she checked in front of the office... he wasn't there. She sent a message... no reply. She called... he didn't pick up.

The next morning... he sent a 'Good Morning' message.

Phew... his sulking was over.

Just like the day before, he was in the car in front of her house at 9 o'clock.

She got into the car.

Silence between them.

"You look gorgeous, dear."

"Bava... this is the dress you bought."

"But *you* are the one wearing it... that's why the dress looks so beautiful."

"Bava... you didn't reply when I said sorry yesterday."

"Kavya... beautiful girls should say 'thank you,' not 'sorry'."

"Thank you for what?"

"When do we say 'thank you'? When someone does something good, right? You have to do something that girls like... only then do they say 'thank you'."

Kavya felt Bava was rambling a bit too much... so she checked her phone.

A message from her sister:

"So, did he pick you up? Your Bava?"

"Why? Didn't he pick *you* up last night? He's pestering the life out of me."

"That's the magic... maybe he got bored of climbing on me... so now he's climbing on you."



"Hey, he hasn't climbed on me yet."

"If he did, would you let him? Your Bava?" "You seem even more eager than I am... why don't you take your husband on yourself, dear?"

"It's alright... let's both take him on together... he really knows how to thrust."

"Yeah..."

"Really? Have you seen it?"

"That's exactly why I haven't been latching the door lately—so you could see."

"I don't know what it is... *Bava* keeps saying no... even though I tell him my sister is right there in the opposite room, he just won't listen."

"Sister... there's been a change in *Bava*."

"Yeah."

"What kind of change?"

"Maybe his interest has shifted towards you."

"Sister... we need to do something before *Bava*'s obsession gets out of hand."

"Yeah... you should do something."

Just then, Mahesh spoke up:

"What is it? Are you always on the phone?" "Bava... office work."

"Alright then."

They arrived at the office, and she got out.

At 6 PM, he showed up in front of the office. Kavya was annoyed, but she stayed quiet, unable to say anything.

On the way back, he treated her to a dosa and ice cream before dropping her off at 9 PM.

Kavya didn't like Bava's behavior at all. It was a very sensitive issue; besides, if she told her sister in detail, her sister would get hurt. Even though she joked about Bava and chatted lightheartedly with her sister, he was still her husband, after all—there was bound to be a lingering trace of jealousy or suspicion. That’s why she was wondering what to do.

At the same time, if she suddenly started keeping Bava at a distance, he would feel hurt.

(.) (.)

Venkatrao (alias Venki) and Priyanka arrived home.

The house had a kitchen, a hall, and two guest rooms on the ground floor, with two large bedrooms upstairs, along with a gym and a prayer room.

But no matter how many rooms there were, a house needs people in it, too.

 

As soon as they arrived, Priyanka slumped onto the sofa, pulled her legs up, covered them with the edge of her saree, rested her head on her knees, and—curled up like that—looked at her father-in-law.

"Mama... can I tell you something?" Venky felt a thrill run through his body at his daughter-in-law's posture; love and affection were visible on her innocent face. As she pulled her knees up to sit, her bosom pressed against them, causing her soft, rounded breasts to squash together. The top two hooks of her blouse had come undone; from the side, her midriff and tempting waist were exposed, while her broad back was visible behind—her blouse looking tiny and skimpy. Damn... what a sight.

An eighteen-year-old woman captivates with her beauty and innocence, even if her figure isn't fully developed.

A woman of marriageable age attracts with her maturing beauty and budding curves.

But a woman like Priyanka—married and well-initiated by her husband—is a different story. She possesses beauty and a gaze that teases men; she flaunts her charms as if to say, "My husband isn't satisfying me properly... come and plow me."

Venky was crazy about this third type of woman.

He took a can of apple juice from the fridge, handed it to his daughter-in-law, and sat down beside her.

"Go ahead and ask, Priya... you're wondering if I was the one who wrote that note, aren't you?" As he said this, Priyanka tried to open the can, but it fizzed over and spilled onto her breasts.

"Shit!" Priyanka exclaimed. She moved her saree pallu aside—forgetting for a moment that her father-in-law was right there—and began wiping the juice off her breasts with her hand, while Venky stared wide-eyed.




The shape of her round, voluptuous 34DD breasts... ...were visible to him. With half her breasts exposed, his eyes fell upon her nipples. As Priya leaned far forward, wiping away juice stains from her bosom with her hand and the end of her saree, they were unexpectedly revealed—inch-thick, coffee-colored, and tantalizing. Seeing those sharp, half-inch-long nipples protruding like pencil tips, he realized it wouldn't be appropriate to keep staring; just as he was about to go inside to fetch a napkin...

Priyanka stood up and said, "It's alright, Uncle... I'll just take a bath; I need to change my clothes anyway," and walked into the bathroom.

Watching a daughter-in-law walk with a graceful sway—her hips moving seductively, the alluring folds of her waist, her broad back, and her tall, five-foot-six-inch frame... planting kisses on her tempting neck, nibbling at her teasing cheeks, and occasionally chewing on her delicate earlobes; sliding hands forward—one hand moving down from her crotch to wander through the wet 'forest' below, while the other squeezes her high, firm breasts—it feels like heaven isn't somewhere else; it exists right within a woman's body. And what if that woman happens to be your son's wife?

An illicit affair with a daughter-in-law... is it right?

Any act performed with mutual consent isn't wrong.

Marriage is merely a license—a permit that says, "This is my wife" or "This is my husband." With that license, you can have sex as many times as you want.

But what about someone without a license? There’s no rule saying you *can't* have sex with them. What pleasure is there in sleeping with the license-holder? But getting intimate with someone who *doesn't* have that license? That’s where the thrill, the daring, and the adventure lie.

She turned the bathroom tap on... stark naked. In the early days of marriage, if the husband came in, bent her over, and had his way with her... it felt like heaven.

But if he did the exact same thing three years later? It feels repulsive. "Why are you in such a rush? Let's do it on the bed," we’d snap in annoyance.

But what if someone *other* than the husband did that same thing? It would feel just like those early days of marriage, wouldn't it?

There’s only one pussy... and only one cock enters it... for a whole lifetime. What kind of rule is that? Don't I have the freedom to play with whichever cock my pussy desires?

I do... I have that freedom. I don't know about other married women, but I certainly have that freedom.

He handed a cup of steaming hot coffee to his daughter-in-law as she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. "Thanks, *Mama*," she said, striking a playful, kissy pose before heading into the bedroom. He had already laid out the outfit she was to wear on the bed; she smiled to herself, closed the door, and put on the nightdress he had chosen.

He was stunned when she stepped back out—she was wearing a sheer gown and no bra.

"It looks like you forgot to put something on?" "The first thing a woman finds when she steps out of the house is... freedom... liberty... independence. Uncle, today I really want to experience that freedom," she said. 



Showing him the bangles on her wrist, she added, "Thanks, Uncle... you always surprise me by buying something or the other... these bangles are lovely," and gave Venky a loving hug.

As she embraced him, the scent of her imported, intoxicating perfume wafted over; her soft body pressed against him, while her teasing eyes and alluring bosom stirred his senses.

"Uncle... you should go take a bath and come back... I'll make your favorite prawn fry," she said. Venky asked somewhat suspiciously, "Priya... how did you know there were prawns in the fridge?" Priyanka laughed and replied, "Uncle, it's Friday night... beer on one side, prawn fry on the other, and a porn movie playing on the laptop in front of you... what more could a lonely 53-year-old man want?" Venky was stunned.

Something felt off... why was his daughter-in-law acting so bold today? She was usually so proper and demure—why was she behaving like this now? Had she perhaps quarreled with her husband? Even if she had fought with her husband, why did she need to act this way with *him*? Priya, who had been so gentle while in the car, changed completely the moment she stepped into the house.

She curled up her legs and gazed at me with a dreamy, intoxicated look.

As she wiped away the juice that had spilled onto her breasts, she exposed them more than necessary.

She came out after a bath, wrapped only in a towel.

Even though I had left a bra there for her, she didn't put it on.

She told me—her uncle, who watches porn—that there was nothing wrong with it.

On top of that, she gave me a sultry hug.

Venky was left completely stunned.