Adultery Adultery of Husband and wife (Oct 10)

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Keeping her grip tight on his member, she said, "I told you not to do things like that with your aunt, didn't I?"

As she tightened her hold, he gasped, "Sss... Auntie..."



She slowly moved his lungi aside, held his member between two fingers, and swayed it gently. "Wow! It’s so thick... it would be a struggle for anyone to take it in," she remarked.

"Why leave that struggle to someone else? You could handle it yourself," he said, moaning with desire.

"Not me; I’ll find a nice pussy that fits this perfectly..." she said, pulling back the foreskin and rubbing her thumb over the red, sensitive head. He gave a sudden jerk and groaned, "Oh God! You're killing me..."

"Is that so?" she asked, moving his member back and forth. "How does it feel now?"

As his eyes fluttered shut with intense passion, he whispered, "Sss... Super, Auntie..."

While continuing to stroke him, she let her *pallu* slip down. Since she had already undone three hooks, her breasts spilled more than halfway out, looking incredibly arousing.

Glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, he said, "Oh! Auntie, your breasts look so arousing... let me squeeze them just once..."

"They always look like that; you have to control yourself," she replied.



With her breasts displayed so openly like that, how could the poor guy possibly control himself? She glared at him fiercely, bit his cock hard, and said, "You bastard, look at the size of this thing... if it goes in just once, I’m done for."

He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them roughly, pushed her onto the sofa, and climbed on top of her. Ignoring her protests of "Abhi! Stop...", he thrust his cock against her mound, showered her face with kisses, and squeezed her breasts as if kneading dough. Saroja gasped and writhed beneath him.

He slid one hand down, lifted her nightie, and placed his hand between her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties. The moment his hand touched her naked sex, he went wild. "Not wearing panties? That means you came ready to get fucked," he said, spreading her thighs and pressing his cock against her lips, about to thrust inside. Suddenly, she pushed him away, stood up, and said, "Enough squeezing and groping... you shouldn't go any further with your aunt." She then walked into her room and shut the door.

He stood there, crestfallen. He couldn't quite figure out his aunt's mindset. Was she scared? Did she not want it? Or was she conflicted, unsure of what to do? Whatever the case, one thing was clear: her sexual craving was at its peak. “If not today, I’ll get the chance tomorrow. And the day I do, I’m going to fuck her hard and satisfy every bit of this craving,” he thought intensely.

That night, she came near her son-in-law. Whether she did it on purpose or it happened while she was busy with chores, her *pallu* had slipped right between her breasts, and her saree had slid down four inches below her navel. Her curves were tantalizingly on display, making Abhi’s mouth water. “Wow! You’re putting it all on display like this, *Atta*!” he said.

Smiling mischievously, she said, “I’ll leave the window slightly open. The show starts in half an hour. Watch and enjoy...” and walked away.

Her invitation drove him wild. “Damn! You’re killing me...” he thought with intense desire. He waited half an hour, then crept up to her room’s window and peeked inside. She had already stripped off all her clothes. His father-in-law was lying over her, sucking on her breasts. Even while being sucked, she spotted her son-in-law at the window; she smiled faintly, spread her legs, and stroked her pussy. Seeing this made Abhi’s cock surge with arousal.

Unable to hold back any longer, he pushed aside his *lungi* and showed her his erect member. Smiling, she gestured for him to come and put it inside her. He waved his rod and gestured for her to come outside. Gazing at his cock, she moistened her lips with her tongue and began sucking on a finger she had placed in her mouth; the sight made it feel as though she were sucking his cock itself.

Watching her, he began stroking his cock with intense lust. Biting her lip slightly, she said to her husband, "Oh... come on, I'm getting so wet inside..." He climbed onto her and positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy. Still looking at her son-in-law, she said, "Mmm... push it in..."

Her husband thrust it inside forcefully. She let out a soft "Haa" and, while still looking at her son-in-law, began thrusting her hips upward to meet his movements. As she watched, she ran her tongue around the finger she was sucking.

Aroused to a fever pitch, Abhi began stroking his member rapidly. Saroja moaned, "Yes, thrust it fast like that... mmm... sss..." Abhi was losing his mind with desire; he stared lustfully at his mother-in-law.

"Oh God! What a cock you have... thrust it in hard... fuck me until my pussy is raw..." she moaned. His wife's words pushed him over the edge; he thrust vigorously a couple of times and ejaculated. Nearby, Abhi also reached his climax, spraying his semen through the window; it landed beside the bed, with a few drops splashing onto her thigh. Clasping her husband tightly against her, she wiped away the drops that had fallen onto her thigh with her finger, licked them off, and smiled mischievously at him. That was the last straw for his patience; he listlessly walked away to his room.

(.) (.)

Priyanka was preparing the prawn fry that her father-in-law loved.

Just then, Venky—fresh from a shower and dressed in shorts and a shirt—walked into the kitchen with a can of beer. He sat on the kitchen counter and struck up a conversation with his daughter-in-law.

"Father-in-law... I could make prawn fry for you every day; why don't you just stay at our place?"

"If I stayed at your place, I could see you and chat with you every day, couldn't I?"

"Exactly... so why don't you come?"

"Priya... my wife wouldn't agree."

"Wife? But didn't Auntie pass away?"

"My job is like my wife... I can't bear to be away from it."



"Fair enough... but given your wealth and high status, how did you agree to an alliance with an ordinary person like me?" "Priya... after my wife passed away—I mean, my lawfully wedded wife—and seeing that my son’s youthful drive hadn't slowed down, I thought about getting married again. But I held back, wondering what people would say about a man my age remarrying. That was when Google sent me for campus hiring... and I saw you there.

Priya, I don't like to lie... I felt it would be wonderful to have a girl like you in our home. I thought that if you got selected, I could spend my days seeing you at the office. But you failed in the first round, and I couldn't hire you against the rules.

That’s why, wanting to make you my daughter-in-law, I sent my son to your house. I lied and said your father was a friend of mine, orchestrating it so that my son—who was looking for a room—would end up at your place. Once he saw you, he fell for you just as I had. He did something I couldn't—or shouldn't—do: he fucked you before the wedding. You, too, were charmed by his love. You didn't actually know he was the heir to such a vast fortune; you fell for his good character. Even your father never objected once he learned the details of my wealth.

In fact, I was the one who rushed the wedding.

I was the one who pushed for it, wanting a celestial beauty like you to join our family as soon as possible..."

...as if her father-in-law were about to press a red-hot spatula against her thighs. Acting the part, she said, "Ugh... you're a dirty man, Uncle... does anyone pick a wife for their son like this?" Venky, placing his hand on his daughter-in-law's waist and squeezing it, replied, "You're just that beautiful, Priya... tell me, what was I supposed to do? I couldn't come up with any other idea... even if I wanted to hire you at my company, you wouldn't make it past the tough selection criteria..."



Gently removing his hand from her waist, she asked, "So, after hand-picking me with such love... why keep me living separately instead of having me stay at your house?"

Venky smiled and asked, "Should I tell you the truth? Or a lie?"

"Tell me both."

"The truth... if you lived in my house, I might not be able to control myself and end up fucking you...

The lie... my wife... I mean... it would cause trouble for my job."

Priyanka was stunned by those words.

Even though she was playing a 'reality game' with her husband, enjoying life like a bachelor, and had the chance to hang out with people she liked, she suddenly felt angry with her uncle at that moment. Muttering to herself and wondering if her uncle really harbored such desires for her, she went into the bedroom and lay down.

Venky wasn't surprised; after all, no woman who had tied the knot could handle hearing words like that. It wasn't wrong to love one's daughter-in-law, but no daughter-in-law would tolerate a man harboring lustful desires and wanting to fuck her—especially not a genuinely good woman like Priyanka. They wouldn't be able to handle it... She stormed off in anger, but had it been anyone else, they would have slapped me hard across the face.

Fifteen minutes later, Venky went to his daughter-in-law's bedside and placed a file next to her.

"Priya, my dear... take a look at this medical file. My son is incapable of fathering a child; there is a defect in his sperm. How do I know this? Three months after your wedding, a doctor friend of mine called me.

He said, 'Venkatrao garu, your son came to see me today because he wasn't sleeping well. I ordered some routine tests, and the results revealed a defect in his sperm—he won't be able to father children.' I was devastated; it felt like the ground was shaking beneath me. I asked if the condition could be cured with medication or surgery. He replied, 'I'm sorry, Venkatrao garu; if there were any chance, I would have told you myself. Usually, I wouldn't discuss a patient's medical condition with anyone else, but since I know you so well, I decided to call you.'

After that, I took him to another lab under a pretext and had the tests repeated. The result was the same. He doesn't know any of this.

I was anxious and didn't know what to do. Then, in the course of conversation, the two of you mentioned that you were married early and planned to enjoy life for another four years before thinking about children. I felt a huge sense of relief—at least we had some time." But four years will just slip by like this, won't they? I’ve thought a lot about a solution to this problem... but telling you about it would only cause you more pain without actually solving the issue.

Did I ruin your life with my own hands, my child?

When I saw you during the campus interviews, I was instantly drawn to you and brought you into our family as a daughter-in-law. Yet, I’ve been consumed by guilt watching your life being ruined like this. If only that test had been done before the wedding, I would have stopped the marriage... but we were three months too late.

I felt that I—the very person who ruined your life—am the one who must set it right.

Yes... I wanted to be the one to give you the chance to have children. True, Priya—no uncle would typically have such a wish—but I had no other option. I underwent the test myself, and the report confirmed I have a healthy sperm count. You had given a blood sample for some other reason, so I called a doctor friend of mine and asked if our cells would be compatible. He was stunned at first, but approaching it from a medical perspective, he combined our blood samples and tested them. It was a success; if we come together, we could have a healthy, beautiful baby.

Priya, I’m not saying this because I want an heir for our family lineage. But if *you* have a desire to have children, I am ready. "At first, the only reason I wanted to sleep with you was so you could bear children. But once the need to be intimate with you arose, my mindset changed. Sex isn't just the friction of body parts; it’s a union of minds and a response of hearts. That’s why my affection for you grew, and I started getting closer to you. You had said we wouldn't think about children for four years... and now, those four years are almost up. That’s why I’m telling you all this—so we don't delay any further.

Think it over and make a decision, Priya."

Priyanka sat up at Venky Mama's words. She hurriedly picked up the file and started reading, her heart pounding wildly. The thought of conceiving a child with another man—when she had married the man she truly loved—left her mind reeling.

There was silence between them for a while.

Here I was, playing a 'reality show' game with my husband, and suddenly, the opportunity to sleep with my father-in-law presented itself. Even if I told my husband I was sleeping with his father, he wouldn't object. After all, there are countless 'virtuous' women who engage in sex without any such reason, and illicit affairs with fathers-in-law are hardly rare. Given that, what more could one ask for when there was such a compelling reason?



But if I did start an affair with my father-in-law—even if it began solely for the sake of having children—what if he got a taste for me and wanted to continue the intimacy later? It didn't feel right to sleep with my father-in-law and then pass the child off as my husband's. In the future, when my children called my husband 'Dad,' the person standing beside... How would it be for Mama and me?

Priyanka was in a state of confusion.

Getting up from the bed...

She put on the clothes from the shelf—right in front of Mama—and packed her bag.

"Mama... Friday night... prawn biryani on one side, beer on the other, a porn movie playing on the TV... this life is better, isn't it?" she said, and as she was about to leave, he grabbed her hand.

"You prepared the prawn biryani... the beer is in the fridge... but this Friday night won't pass without *you*—someone who gives a bigger kick than any porn movie."

Turning back...

"Mama... you're struggling over just one night... but knowing this, every night feels like a nightmare to me, Mama... let me go."

"Your husband isn't home... but Mama is here. A life without a man is unbearable for a woman."

"I'm thinking of living as a bachelor for a while."

"Bravo... in that case, you can be with whomever you please... there's no husband around to question you."

At those words, Priyanka tossed her bag aside, reached into Mama's shorts, and squeezed his cock. "I live for myself... not for my husband... at least for another year. Mama, let's do something... let's fuck. But not for the sake of children... let's fuck to satisfy the itch we have for each other. But... emotionally... [it gives you] the chance to fuck me for the rest of my life, knowing I'm the father of your children." "I won't give you that... this is just a 'contract fuck'... for a year only... after that, we'll go back to being just father-in-law and daughter-in-law like before. As for children... leave that matter to me... if it really comes to it, we can adopt. Look, every cock that enters a woman's pussy wants to assert dominance over it... ours isn't an emotional relationship... it's an illicit affair... the kind where you cum, wash up, and forget about it."

Venky gives a lewd grin and says, "It's hard to trust a woman who has once spread her legs... Priya, at first, I only wanted to fuck you to have children... but as time went on... your beauty drove me mad... I fuck you just to satisfy my itch, my lust, and my craving... If you don't want children, that's your choice... just give me your pussy... I'll handle the rest," and as he says this, he places his hand on her breasts.



"Mama... come on... I'll feed you rice with prawn fry," she says, leading her father-in-law to the dining table.

Just then, Mahesh calls.

"Where are you, Priya?"

"At Mama's house."

"What are you doing there without me?"

"It's not like you'd be doing anything anyway... so I thought I'd get *that* done with Mama instead."

"What?"

"What else, Mahesh... it's Friday night... I came over to make prawn fry for Mama."

"Oh... I forgot... add double the masala for Dad."

"Mahesh... at his age... is that really necessary for Mama?"

"What do you mean, age?" "When he goes to the gym, even guys like me are stunned by the push-ups he does."
"Oh yes... Uncle is stronger than you."
"Yeah... every girl at his office is eager to catch his eye."
"Me too."

"You too?"

"Why? I'm a girl too, aren't I?"

"I mean... they all want to flirt with Dad."


"Same here."

"Why are you talking like that? What do you mean *you* want to flirt with Dad?"

"Mahesh... tell me when my birthday is."

"That... that... August 15th."

"That's my sister's birthday. Tell me our wedding anniversary?"

"That... that... January 11th."

"Mahesh... that's wrong too. You never remember my birthday. Uncle gives me a very expensive gift on every birthday of mine."

"He has enough money to give expensive gifts."

"Mahesh... a hundred-rupee chocolate given with love is enough. You aren't a poor man who can't afford a hundred rupees... Uncle is the kind of person who would offer a Benz car without even being asked..."

"Why are you talking like that? You've never spoken this way before."

"Mahesh... I'm saying your dad is better than you."

"Okay, okay... that's true too. If Dad is bored, you stay there tonight, Priya."

"Alright, Mahesh. From now on, every Friday, along with the prawn fry, I'll be there for Uncle too." "Your words sound different somehow... Alright... I'll hang up now... Bye."

"Wait, wait, Mahesh... talk to your father."

"Dad, how are you?"

"Look, you're my own son... yet you call once a week and text once a month. My daughter-in-law—who isn't even related by blood—messages me every single day, asking, 'Did you take your tablets, Uncle?' Mahesh, love isn't found in the Mercedes-Benz cars we gift... Don't let yourself reach the pathetic state where you forget your wife's birthday and can't even give her a hundred-rupee chocolate."
"Hello... wait... just because she said something, you're getting worked up too? I didn't forget her birthday."

"But... that's what Priyanka said."


"Priyanka's sister Kavya has her birthday the day before Priyanka's. Kavya loves it when I spoil her, you know? My entire month's salary isn't enough for her birthday... so I didn't have the money to buy a nice gift for Priya. But giving a cheap hundred-rupee chocolate and calling it a birthday gift would have been awful... Besides, my wife has never complained all these years; for her to speak like this now... something feels off."

"Alright then... take care of your health, Mahesh."

"Okay, Dad... Priya is crazy about custard apple custard... please order that for her."

"Okay, okay."

"She can't sleep if the AC is too high... please be careful."

"Okay, okay."

"She has a habit of drinking coffee first thing in the morning... please see to that."

"That..." "She's my wife... I'll take care of her."

"What? What did you say? 'My wife'?"

"Is that what you heard? I didn't say *my* wife... I said *your* wife."

"Oh, I see... Alright then... take care... Good night... Good night, Priya."

After hanging up the phone...



She pulled his member out and said, "Why are you calling me 'my wife' already? Ours is an illicit affair... I'm your daughter-in-law, not your wife. That kind of emotional blackmail—trying to claim ownership over every pussy you've fucked—won't work with me, Mama."

He pulled her body tightly against his and said, "Say that again in a year. By then, I won't call you 'daughter-in-law' or 'wife'... but until then, you *are* my wife—whenever no one else is around." As he said this, he placed his hand on her buttocks and squeezed.