Adultery The Lucky Brother-in-Law

[Nsme]

That long, deep kiss acted as the first key to unlock the doors of countless yearnings that had been locked away within Vicky for years. Their breathing grew hot, and the breath of one burned against the other's face.

Very slowly, with a hint of hesitation, Vicky pulled away from her delicious lips. His lips brushed wetly against her soft chin; from there, they moved slowly with a sense of searching, captured her earlobe, and he swirled the tip of his tongue around it, tasting it. At that touch, Divya's body shivered as if electricity had passed through her. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned softly in pleasure.

Holding her waist, Vicky gently turned her around. Now she stood with her back brushing against his broad chest. He inhaled deeply the intoxicating scent of jasmine and shampoo emanating from her long, thick hair. His lips pressed softly yet firmly onto her smooth, bare shoulders visible above the blouse she wore, and onto the fine hairs at the nape of her neck.

Right opposite to where they stood, there was a large, life-size dressing table mirror on the wall of the room. In the dim light of the room, that mirror was showing a new world.

Divya now saw this scene from two angles simultaneously. One eye saw her own reflection in the mirror, and the reflection of her brother-in-law Vicky standing behind her, burying his face in her neck and tasting her. Her other eye saw Sandhya, sitting leaned back in a chair a little further away, staring at them unblinkingly with a faint, mysterious smile on her face, without any other reaction.

This bizarre triangular perspective—what she was experiencing, what he was doing, what she was watching—created a strange, uninhibited lustful thrill within Divya that she had never known before. It rushed into her veins like an intoxicant.

Even as Vicky's lips were leaving wet kisses on her shoulders, he slowly looked up, and his eyes met Divya's eyes reflected in the mirror. There was no pleading in that look; instead, there was a deep, possessive feeling that said, 'Tonight, Divya Anni is mine, and I am going to experience her every atom.' Divya didn't avoid his intense gaze either. With eyes half-closed in the daze of lust, she looked straight back at him through the mirror.

Vicky's left hand crept slowly and slipped into the pleats of her saree at her waist. Caressing her warm, slender waist, his hand moved up inside the saree. It gently, but firmly, grabbed her left breast that was straining inside her blouse, holding it along with the fabric.

"Sssss... aaaa..." Divya shivered uncontrollably. Her chest heaved up and down rapidly.

Even as his left hand was kneading and rolling her heavy breast, his right hand moved towards her left shoulder while still hugging her. There, he unhooked the safety pin holding the saree with the grace of a skilled artist, all while continuously kissing the back of her neck.

Once the pin was removed, the pallu of that dark red saree slipped from her shoulder like a waterfall and fell softly at her feet.

Now, her front view was completely visible in the mirror without any concealment. The tight blouse struggling to contain her round, heavy breasts, her sculpted waist curve revealed by the removed saree, and her deep navel were displayed perfectly.

Through the mirror itself, Vicky admired this generous beauty of hers. His hands still hadn't left her breasts. Both kept looking at each other through the mirror with a lustful frenzy and a kind of yearning. Their gaze spoke louder than the silence in that room.

For Sandhya, sitting in the chair, this 'Mirror Play' opened up a whole new world. Watching her own husband stand another woman—that too his sister-in-law whom she called Akka—in front of a mirror and touch her with such appreciation and lust, brought up a mix of many emotions along with jealousy. It turned into a perverse pleasure, ultimately increasing her own lust. She felt an inexplicable wetness seeping and running down between her thighs, inside her nighty.

After admiring this beauty of Divya's with the pallu removed in the mirror for a while, Vicky held her soft shoulders and slowly turned her towards him. Now Divya faced him directly. Without the saree pallu, the front beauty in her blouse waited for him as a grand feast.

Having turned Divya towards him, Vicky didn't delay and once again captured her lips deeply. This time the kiss was even more aggressive. While kissing, his lips slowly moved down. Kissing the curve of her neck, he pressed his lips and sucked on her deep cleavage bulging out of the low-neck blouse she wore.

As he was kissing her like that, his hands unhurriedly and gracefully pulled the pleats of her saree, untying it completely. He separated the saree from her body and dropped it nearby without wrinkling it.

Divya throbbed at his every touch. She fully enjoyed, without any guilt, his large hands stroking her waist and back, and his wet lips tasting her neck and chest.

Suddenly, on an impulse, Divya pulled back slightly from his embrace. Vicky stopped kissing and looked at her with confusion, as if asking "What?"

But Divya replied with her eyes, as if saying, "Nothing, now it's my turn." She slowly raised her hands and started unbuttoning Vicky's shirt one by one. Her fingers trembled, but there was a speed to it. Once the front of the shirt opened, she buried her face in his hairy, hot chest that was revealed inside, and kissed his nipples deeply. Thrilled by that pleasure, Vicky frantically unbuttoned the rest himself, took off the shirt, and threw it on the floor.

Now the real game began.

Patiently, he undid the hooks of Divya's blouse one by one. Once the blouse slipped from her shoulders, he reached around and gracefully unhooked the bra that supported her heavy breasts, taking that off and throwing it away too.

Both her round, heavy breasts now stood proudly in the light without any barrier. Her nipples stood erect from the cold and lust. Seeing that, Vicky forgot himself and marveled, "Wow... Anni... is this what you've been hiding all these days..."

For a moment, Divya flushed red with shyness and looked at Sandhya sitting in the chair. Vicky also hesitated for a second and looked at his wife.

Looking at both of them, Sandhya very softly gave a smile of approval. There wasn't an ounce of anger or disgust on her face. Instead, there was pure appreciation and a permission saying, "Continue." That smile of hers increased the wetness that had already leaked into her pussy.

That smile of Sandhya's gave Vicky immense courage. The small bit of guilt that had been lingering in the corner of his mind completely vanished now.

While standing, he pleasured Divya by alternately taking her plump breasts into his mouth and sucking them, biting them lightly with his teeth, and tweaking and twisting her nipples with his fingers. Divya tilted her head back in sweet agony and moaned.

As Vicky kept sucking her breasts, Divya lost herself in the fire of lust. Her hands went down instinctively, grabbed the edge of his dhoti, slowly untied it, and let it slip. The dhoti slid down his legs and fell to the floor. Vicky now stood in just his underwear, looking like a Greek god.

Divya slowly lifted his face from her breasts and bent down in front of him. She was still in her skirt, with no top. She grabbed his underwear and pulled it down. Vicky lifted his legs, took it off completely, and gave it to her.

Vicky's large cock, its veins already bulging from unbearable lust, had reached full erection and sprang upwards like an iron rod. Its tip was red and leaking pre-cum.

Touching and looking at that erect iron rod with a mix of surprise and desire, Divya turned Vicky around and made him sit on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, sitting between his legs, she gently touched the red rim of that cock with the tip of her tongue and tasted it.

As Vicky sat on the bed, his gaze met Sandhya's eyes directly, who was sitting in the chair opposite him.

What a scene! His brother's wife is now kneeling on the floor, getting ready to suck his cock; and his own wife is watching and enjoying it unblinkingly like watching a movie. This situation took Vicky's masculinity to its absolute limit. In the second their eyes met face-to-face, a lustful thrill mixed with an indescribable profound silence prevailed in that room.

For Divya, this was a completely new experience. She couldn't even remember the last time she had given oral sex to her husband Ganesh like this. But today, with a frenzy, she herself was kneeling in front of Vicky's erect cock without any hesitation. Although his large manhood intimidated her at first, it filled her with a kind of intoxication. She slowly stuck her tongue out and licked its red head completely. At that very first wet friction, she felt Vicky's body vibrate slightly. That tremor gave her a new sense of power. Pouting her lips, she slowly began to take the tip of his cock into her mouth. As her warm saliva wet that iron rod, she started her work like an expert.

In that moment when Vicky and Sandhya were looking at each other face-to-face, Sandhya leaned back slightly in the chair and sat comfortably. The thin cotton nighty she wore faintly revealed the curves of her body.

Biting her lower lip, she looked at Vicky with a perverse smile. Her eyes floated in lust.

"What, Vicky... how is Akka's mouth work? Is it more pleasurable than what I do?" she asked, lowering her voice, like a whisper.

Vicky couldn't answer. Down below, Divya had taken his rod completely into her mouth, pushing it down to her throat and pulling it. His eyes rolled back in that pleasure.

Sandhya started teasing him further with words. "Why aren't you speaking, da? Should I come and suck you too? Should both of us take care of you together?"

In the daze of lust, Vicky nodded his head hurriedly as if saying 'yes'. Her very words acted as an intoxicant for him.

But Sandhya suddenly laughed. "Mhm... but, I won't join now. I like seeing you yearn like that. Akka will take good care of you, don't worry," she said, and spreading her legs slightly, raised her nighty up to her knees and stared at him.

This action teased Vicky even more. He glared at her playfully. But at the same time, he throbbed in peak ecstasy. The reason was, down below, Divya had intensified her work.

Divya worked very skillfully. She took Vicky's cock out of her mouth, and with her tongue, swirled and licked it from the base to the tip. Then with one hand, she gently stroked and rolled his balls.

"Sssss... aaaa... Anni... super..." Vicky moaned in pleasure. His hands instinctively went down, grabbed Divya's head, slid his fingers into her thick hair, and tightened their grip.

Divya opened her mouth even wider and pushed Vicky's cock as deep into her throat as possible. Making wet sounds like "Gluck... slurp... schluck..." that echoed throughout the room, she started sucking desirously. Vicky's hands gently held her head, pulling and pushing her face back and forth in rhythm with the fast thrusts of his hips.

Vicky and Sandhya weren't communicating with words now. Their lust-filled eyes were doing the talking.

Sitting in the chair, watching Vicky's sweet agony, Sandhya stuck her tongue out and licked her upper lip in a swirling motion. So as not to break his focus, she slowly grabbed the edge of her nighty and raised it until her thighs were completely visible. Her bare thighs inside became a feast for Vicky's eyes.

Vicky could no longer control his emotions. His hips automatically started moving back and forth towards Divya's mouth very fast, with a frenzy. Gripping Divya's head tightly, he started stuffing himself completely into her mouth.

That intense mouth work from Divya brought Vicky to his climax. A tightness spread throughout his body, his legs went stiff.

"Anni... aaaa... let go... I'm about to cum... cum is coming..." Vicky, in panic, tried to push her back, at the very edge of peak pleasure.

But seeing that, Sandhya got up from the chair, came forward, and gave a loving command, "Akka, don't let go! Don't take your mouth away! Just swallow it! Not a single drop should spill!"

Hearing those words from Sandhya, Divya clamped her mouth even tighter around Vicky's cock and kept her throat open. Vicky's throbbing crossed the uncontrollable limit. His whole body vibrated. In the next few seconds, his hot, thick semen burst forth like volcanic lava, shooting deep into Divya Anni's throat.

Without choking, squeezing her eyes shut, Divya gulped down that hot liquid without wasting a single drop.

Vicky, as if completely drained of all his energy, collapsed exhausted, falling flat on his back across the bed. His eyes rolled back, and he panted. Divya slowly lifted her head, wiping the saliva and semen dripping from her mouth, and looked at Vicky, and then at Sandhya, with a triumphant smile.