Adultery Adultery of Husband and wife (Oct 10)

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Kavya didn't see *Bava* (Jiju) when she returned after freshening up in the bathroom. Wondering where he had gone, she walked into the kitchen and found him there, making coffee.

Seeing her, he said, "Why are you up so soon, dear? You should have slept a little longer." Kavya replied with a hint of annoyance, "Bava, this is too much. You’re the one who should be resting after staying up all night looking after me. What was the rush to get up so early?" Mahesh showed her the time on his phone and said, "It’s time for your tablet. Have some coffee and take your medicine."

Overwhelmed by his affection, Kavya hugged him from behind. "Bava... I can't handle so much love... I love you, Bava," she said, her tears dampening his neck. He turned around and remarked, "Something is pricking me." Startled, she stepped back and checked her nightdress; a couple of buttons had come undone. Blushing and hanging her head, she apologized, "Sorry, Bava."

"You don't need to say sorry; I should be the one saying thanks."

"Oh, stop it, Bava... you're too much."

"Hey... you're making such a fuss about me staying up all night to look after you... but you don't know the real story."

"What is the real story?" she asked, taking the coffee cup from his hand. She moved to open the balcony door but closed it again upon seeing that it was still raining outside. ...In the rain... on the balcony... bending her sister over... all night long... *Uff*... Oh God... "Please, Lord, give me a husband like that," she thinks to herself.

He reveals the actual truth as he walks into the hall.

"Kavya... sit down... I'll tell you exactly what happened." Kavya sits on the chair opposite him.

"Tell me, Bava."

"It’s true I stayed awake all night. And the reason for that?"

"To look after me, right?"

"At first, that’s exactly what I thought. I sat in the chair, checking my phone and glancing at you every now and then. Checking your temperature, applying a wet cloth when it was high—I did all that until past midnight. But just when I was about to go to sleep, I saw something I shouldn't have."

At those words, Kavya feels a surge of anxiety; she nervously checks the buttons on her nightdress and looks at him, wondering what he’s going to say.

"What did you see, Bava?" she asks, her eyes darting around nervously.

"Kavya, did you get that tattoo done by a man or a woman?"

That question makes her heart race wildly.



*Shit*... so Bava... did he see *right there*? Thank goodness I hadn't taken off my panties... but still, did he have nothing better to do than watch me? He could have just slept... it's not like I’d die from a fever... Would he stay awake all night if *Akka* (her sister) had a fever like this?

"Bava... did you see it?" "Yeah... you showed it, didn't you?"

"I didn't show it on purpose."

"Oh well... you'd show it eventually anyway, right?"

"What?"

"Huh... so, you won't show it?"

"Bava... this is too much."

"What else is it? You and your sister are playing games with me."

"What did I do?"

"We'll get to you later... but look at the kind of photo your sister sent—a photo of *you*. She sent it and then said, 'Sorry Mahesh, I sent it by mistake; please delete it.'"

"Then why did you keep it instead of deleting it, Bava?"

"Because they looked good."

"What is this?" "The ones up here..."

"You're such a dirty guy... Yesterday you saw what was down there... and just now, I showed you what's up here."

"Kavya, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead... what else do you want me to show?"

"The time for showing is over. Now, only the action remains."

"What are you saying? Don't tell me you're going to bang me?"

"Hey, cut the drama."



"Kavya... such a beautiful body... an innocent face... you could easily do modeling. A friend of mine runs an agency."

"No, Bava... if anyone is going to fuck me before my wedding, it has to be you. I'm not going to sleep with just any random guy."

Mahesh was stunned by Kavya's bluntness... It was better to change the subject.

"Alright, Kavya... the rain doesn't seem to be letting up. There aren't any vegetables in the fridge either, and delivery guys won't come out in this weather. I'll go out and get something."

"Are you crazy, Bava? You went out in the rain last night and fell down... is it really necessary to go out now?"

"It's a necessity."

"We won't die if we skip it for a day, right?"

"We won't die... but the craving is intense... I feel crazy if I don't take a puff. I need to buy cigarette packets urgently."

"Bava... habits like this are wrong."

"Kavya... I know it's an addiction... but I can't stop... I can't give it up."

"Bava... I suggested this idea to Akka too... but she didn't pay attention. Now I'm telling you... Bava, this is a bumper offer for you."

"What is it?"

"You need a four-inch stick... a six-inch cock. Whenever you feel like smoking a cigarette, come to me... If you give up smoking, I'll suck your cock. You finish a cigarette in five minutes... I'll finish yours in five minutes too. Let's try it for a month. You won't even go near a cigarette."

Mahesh was stunned... Kavya was far more advanced than he had imagined.

"Hey... the addiction to fucking is far more dangerous than the addiction to cigarettes."

"Hello... I only said I'd suck your cock... I'm not asking you to climb onto my pussy."

"Kavya... one thing leads to another. That's what addiction is. Playing cards leads to a smoking habit... smoking leads to drinking... drinking leads to bringing girls over... it's all interconnected."



"Bava... are you really that weak?" "Kavya... what chance does my self-control stand against your beauty? After seeing your tattoo yesterday, I went to the bathroom twice to relieve myself... Kavya, don't take life so lightly. Just get married happily and enjoy life with your husband."

Kavya fell silent.

Mahesh got up, grabbed the scooter keys, and stepped outside.

Kavya appreciated her *Bava's* (cousin's) frankness. He cared this much because he loved her. If she were to tell him directly, "I'll suck your cock" or "I'll sleep with you," he would surely say no... but she needed to draw him in slowly, depending on the situation. First a kiss... then some playful action... then the main act... she had to lure him in gradually, without bluntly asking him to spread her legs and fuck her.

(.) (.)

He cooked a meal using the vegetables he had brought from outside and served a light portion to Kavya.

After giving her the medicine and finishing his own lunch, he came into Kavya's room.

"Kavya... you have a fever, right? You'll feel sleepy after lunch, but you shouldn't sleep."

"Yes, *Bava*... that's why let's watch a movie... on TV."

"Why watch TV? I'll tell you a story... a movie story from my own life."

"What are you saying, *Bava*?"

"Yes, Kavya. Did my dad try to give you a lift in his Benz car recently?"

"Yeah... Uncle stopped in front of my office a couple of times for me."

"So, did you get in?"

"No... I'm scared of Uncle."

"Why?" "I don't know... there's an inexplicable allure in his gaze. He can easily sweep girls off their feet."

"How do you know?"

"He tried to hit on my roommate first, hoping to get to me. There are very few girls who can resist an 'uncle' with a Benz."



"Yeah... that's exactly how my wife fell for me, too."

"What? *Akka* isn't like that, *Bava*."

"That’s what I thought too. Kavya, I’m not saying this to impress you or to suggest that I’d get closer to you if I drifted apart from *Akka*..."

"Maybe... but *Akka* isn't like that."

"Look at this photo."

Kavya is stunned.

"Kavya... read this message too—the message and the picture your sister sent me."

Kavya reads the message on Mahesh's phone.

"Mahesh... *this* is what true manliness is..."



Kavya couldn't believe it... Was it true? Did her sister really send this, or was *Bava* faking it using AI?

She sent a message to her sister:

"Akka, Uncle Venkatrao is inviting me to dinner... should I go?"

A reply came two minutes later:

"Kavya... Mamayya is a really good man. If he’s invited you to dinner, it’s your good fortune. Go ahead."

Kavya was left wondering. Did her sister really feel that way about their uncle?

"Bava, okay—tell me the story of your movie."

"Okay... this actually happened. You can even check with Akka later if you want."

"Never mind that... just tell me."

"Okay... it’s going to be a bit steamy."



"That's fine... lay it on thick with the spice."

"It’s going to be just like a porn movie."

"That’s exactly what I want, Bava... tell me."

Mahesh began the story:

"I don't think Priyanka or my father—who was staying with us—knew that I had returned from the office three days ago. My father had come over, planning to stay with us for a couple of days. As I was heading into the hall wearing a lungi, I peeked into my father's room... and was surprised. Priyanka was getting ready after taking a shower in the bathroom attached to my father's room. Why was she using my father's room instead of ours?" Priyanka was standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting her saree. She was wearing a white saree with a red border and a matching white blouse. 



She wasn't wearing a bra underneath the blouse. She had applied some makeup—red lipstick—and adorned her hair with jasmine flowers; she looked exactly like a bride ready for her wedding night. Since her *pallu* (saree dbang) wasn't covering her chest, her coconut-like breasts were prominently visible through the white blouse. Her dark nipples were clearly discernible through the fabric. There was something special about Priyanka's breasts; even without a bra, they stood firm, full, and perky. The *Mangalsutra* around her neck danced back and forth across her bosom. It was hard to gauge her exact bust size, but the sight of them was enough to make my father lose his mind—which is exactly when he walked in.



She stood five feet four inches tall, with thick hair, an oval face, beautiful eyes, a slender nose, and magnificent breasts. She had a 32-inch waist, a deep navel, a slightly raised lower belly, and a voluptuous, prominent posterior measuring nearly 40 inches. No matter the angle, the sight of Priyanka was enough to make any man's cock rise and throb. That day, she had dbangd her white saree low, resting a hand-span below her navel; the moment he saw her like that, the cock inside my father's *dhoti*... 

It had become rock-hard... I felt a sudden rush of blood surging into my cock... a wave of heat washed over my body... Upon seeing Dad, Priyanka shyly adjusted the pallu of her saree... That was when I realized Dad harbored sexual feelings for my wife.

I was peeking at them without being seen.

As soon as Dad looked at her, he first took off his T-shirt... This revealed his broad chest, thick chest hair, slender waist, and strong shoulders and arms to Priyanka... Right before her eyes, Dad removed his dhoti as well... Now, his strong thighs and calves, along with his chest, stomach, lower abdomen, and the thick hair on his thighs, were all on display... Her heart began to race... Her body heated up intensely... Her breasts hardened like stones beneath her blouse... Fluids gushed from her pussy, wetting her thighs... Her breath grew hot and heavy... She could see a massive, throbbing bulge straining against Dad's underwear...

At the sight of it, Priyanka’s throat went dry... her lips trembled... As she watched, Dad removed his underwear too... And then... that long, strong, thick, dark cock—which had been restrained until then—suddenly sprang out... Priyanka’s heart pounded... her breasts swelled, straining against the deep V-neck of her blouse... The hook snapped open with a sharp 'pop'... Dad walked towards her, his eyes fixed on her pipe, while adjusting his cock with his right hand... As he adjusted it, the head of his cock peeked out... Priyanka’s mouth watered the moment she saw the pale pink head of his cock... She swallowed hard...



Dad approached her and placed his hand on her shoulder; the warmth of his touch sent a shiver racing through her body, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably. Her gaze was fixed on her father-in-law's massive, thick, and long cock, which stood erect, pointing skyward. Dad pulled the *pallu* of her saree off her shoulder, revealing her full, heavy breasts—reminiscent of large, tender coconuts—to his view. Seeing her dark nipples straining against the white blouse ignited a surge of lust throughout his body; his cock hardened like a steel rod, with veins bulging prominently along its length. Dad placed his right hand on her left breast, caressing it gently before grasping the nipple between his thumb and index finger and squeezing firmly. 

The sensation made Priyanka’s entire body shudder as if she had received an electric shock; fluids began to flow like a flood between her thighs, and her breasts swelled and hardened further. Instinctively, she reached out and grabbed Dad's cock with her right hand, feeling a searing heat radiating from it. Dad’s warm breath washed over her face as he suddenly dropped to his knees in front of her. His face was now level with her navel, and his warm breath played against her midriff. Reaching behind her, he placed both hands on her shapely, prominent buttocks and began to knead them firmly through the fabric of her saree... Priyanka was completely overcome... She was getting heated up by the touch of her father's hand...


Her father gently planted a kiss on her navel with his lips... and that was all it took; Priyanka placed both hands on his head and pressed his face firmly against her midriff. Her father passionately rubbed his face against her belly while his hands began to knead her breasts vigorously. Both of them were overcome with intense desire; he showered her stomach with kisses and licked it with his tongue. Priyanka closed her eyes, biting her lip as she writhed in ecstasy. 

Her father gripped the pleats of her saree with his teeth and pulled hard; the saree slipped off her body and fell to the floor. He then lifted her petticoat, slid his hands underneath to grasp her buttocks, and kneaded them fiercely with his fingers. The sensation of his warm, strong hands made her go weak with arousal. He caressed her buttocks and thighs; his touch left her unable to stand. Just then, his hand found the drawstring of her petticoat; he pulled it loose and removed the garment from her body.