Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 194 – Raju Didn't Miss A Chance

 

Pihu’s POV- Getting fucked by Raju early in the morning refreshed both my body and mind. I was able to find a new enthusiasm even in my daily household chores. Ever since I returned from Ani’s wedding and learned the truth about Bijan and Sangeeta, my mind has been filled with sadness. I don't feel like doing my daily chores, nor do I like talking to Bijan, hanging out with him, or spending time with him. I carry a heavy burden on my mind all the time. Just last night, Bijan and I had a fight. In the four years of our marriage, we've had many disagreements and arguments. But yesterday's fight was different. Yesterday, for the first time, Bijan called me both lewd and infertile in anger. Hearing this, it definitely broke my heart. I never imagined Bijan would say something like this to me. Before and after marriage, I was a shy, homely, and introverted girl. I never had a boyfriend, even during college. Bijan was the first man in my life. I considered my husband my life partner and lover. But it was at his instigation that I had sex with Ani for the first time. Since then, many men have entered my life. I've had sex with many men. While I've had sex with some willingly, most of the time I had to do so because of circumstances. Today, I've become addicted to sex. But Bijan is the reason for this. Actually in a way he had made me so. But until today, I've never told him about it, nor have I blamed him for it. I've always wanted him, and I will continue to do so. I wanted a child from my husband, a small family to live in. I didn't want to have any illicit sexual relations with anyone else. But because of him, I had to. And then slowly, I became addicted. But Bijan so easily labeled me as a promiscuous woman. He also called me infertile to my face. He said there was something wrong with me that's why I've never been able to become a mother, neither to his child nor to anyone else's. This statement made me think for the first time. Although he said this in anger, I have to admit there was some logic in it. Besides Bijan, I've had sex with many men. None of them have used a condom while having sex with me. I haven't taken any contraceptive pills, etc. either, yet I still haven't gotten pregnant. This means there's something wrong with me, and I have to find it out. If I try to discuss with Bijan about this, he'll just brush it off with excuses like work or something else. Now, I have to do something. And that too without telling Bijan anything. I'll tell him when the time comes. All this makes me feel sad most of the time. Meanwhile, Raju's presence in my life is like a breath of fresh air. Less than half an hour has passed since he arrived, and he's already had sex with me, a story I've described in detail in the previous part of our story. Since his arrival, I've noticed a change in his demeanor and behavior. I see a confidence in him. He used to be a shy and introverted boy earlier, but today he's radiating a new wave of confidence. His external appearance has also changed. He's much more powerful than before. I love Ani deeply. But I don't love Raju, I feel affection for him instead. I don't consider him my lover, I consider him like my son. And it's probably not appropriate for me to have sex with my nephew, who's like a son to me, but I can't help it. Even while we were bathing in the bathroom, he practically forced me to have sex with him. And ever since he came, I've felt a shift in my mental state. Before, I'd only thought about Bijan and me. But today, Raju is all over my heart and mind. His actions are like those of an innocent child. Coming out of the bathroom after bathing, I told him, "Raju, go put on your clothes. I'll put them on too." He seemed to have heard something strange from me, so he stuttered, "Clothes! What's the need to put them on, mami (Aunty)? It's fine like this." I said, "What do you want me to do, to walk around the house all naked like this?" He said, "Yeah, what's the harm in that?" I said, "So you've gone pookie, Raju. You were innocent before." Hearing this he laughed and went away. I came to the bedroom and wore a maxi. I wear a maxi most of the time at home. And I don't wear a bra under it. But I wear panties. But today for the first time even in Raju's presence I did not feel like wearing either a bra or panties. I just wore a maxi on my naked body. I wore neither a bra nor panties. I knew very well that I was alone with him in the house. And Raju would not let this opportunity go from his hands at any cost. And exactly the same thing happened.

After bathing and getting fucked with Raju, I prayed. Had tea and breakfast, and then went to prepare lunch for both of us. Bijan stays home on Saturdays and Sundays, and except for those two days, he doesn't eat lunch at home. I make him a tiffin in the morning, which he takes to the office at the lunch hour. He eats the same tiffin. I cook a little for myself every day. But today, since Raju was home, I felt like cooking something nice for him. Because his arrival and getting fucked by him made me feel good. I hadn't even been in the kitchen cooking for five minutes when Raju came in and, seeing me standing in front of the kitchen counter, grabbed me from behind and kissed me on my neck. I was stunned for a moment, and turned back in shock. A few months ago, Bijan used to do something similar. Saturdays and Sundays were not only difficult for me, but almost impossible for me to do my regular household chores. Whenever I was in the house, or even when I was doing household chores, he would come up from behind and hug me. But these days, he doesn't do anything like that. And I'd kind of gotten out of the habit as well. Not long ago, Raju came up from behind and hugged me so tightly that for a moment, I thought it was Bijan, not Raju, who had come up from behind and hugged me. Seeing me startled, Raju thought he'd surprised me by suddenly coming up from behind. He laughed and said, "What's wrong, mami? Why are you so startled?" I laughed and said, "You came up from behind so suddenly and hugged me like that, I was scared." Raju laughed and said, "Mami, what's there to be scared about? When I'm with you, there's nothing to be scared about." I turned my head back and looked at him, "Aren't you making a big deal out of it, Raju?" Raju immediately planted a small kiss on my lips and said, “I am not one of those who say things, mami, but one who does.” His action made me very happy. I was delighted to see such courage in Raju. Raju has truly changed. And this has only happened since he went to university. Maybe something happened there that has caused such a drastic change in his personality. He has gained immense confidence and courage simultaneously. But why and how? This is what Raju is refusing to tell me. Although he certainly wants to tell me, he feels shy and hesitant. And I will have to overcome this shyness and hesitation. Only then will I be able to get the truth from him. I felt a curiosity within me to know the truth, but if I acted hastily or asked him now, he would never tell me. In return, I would have to make him so vulnerable in front of me that he would tell me the truth himself. But for that, I would have to be a little more patient. Seeing me silently thinking and not saying anything for so long, Raju asked me again, "What happened? Mami, what are you thinking so much about?” I laughed and said, “I suddenly saw a shadow of your mama (uncle) in you today. And I was thinking about him.” Hearing this, Raju said, “Why, what does mama do to you?” I said, “The same thing you're doing to me right now.” He said, “What?” I said, “Pranks, what else? He doesn't let me work, and you don't either.” Raju said, “When did I stop you from working? Do your work.” I said, “How can I work if you keep clinging to me like that? Should I carry you around like that, just like King Vikramaditya (historic Indian emperor) used to carry Vetal (mythological paranormal entity) on his back?” Raju said, “Mami, did you call me Vetal?” I said, “Absolutely not, my dear. How can you be Vetal? You're a living ghost, clinging to me.” This made us both laugh. I had opened up a bit after Raju's arrival. I was joking with him. Honestly, Raju's arrival and his actions had taken all my worries about Bijan out of my mind. I was as carefree as ever. And without even realizing it. I said, "Enough of this banter. Now stop and let me cook." Far from letting go, Raju clung to me even tighter. Hugging me from behind, he began squeezing my boobs with both his hands over my maxi. I said, "Tell me, how am I supposed to work like this? You fucked me in the bathroom just an hour ago. And now you're hugging me again?" Raju squeezed my boobs tightly and said, "What can I do, mami? I can't resist seeing you in front of my eyes." I said, "Then just don't eat anything this afternoon. Because I can't cook like this. Either you leave me, or I won't cook today." Raju said, "I can only leave you on one condition, mami." I asked, "What condition?" He said, "That you won't stop me after lunch." I said, "Aren't your demands getting more and more demanding these days? If your mama finds out about this, he'll beat you up and make you miserable." Raju squeezed my boobs once more through my maxi and said, "Forget all that. Tell me if you agree to my condition. If you do, fine, otherwise I won't leave you right now." I said, "Do I have any other choice but to accept the condition? You're not hungry, but I am. Okay, after lunch, you can do whatever you want with me. I won't stop you." Raju, pleased to hear this, said, "That's like my sweet mami. Remember your word. Don't go back on your word when the time comes." With that, he squeezed my boobs once more, planted a kiss on my lips, and left me, leaving the kitchen. Watching him leave, I blurted out, "You crazy young boy!"


From the time I cooked lunch until we both ate, Raju didn't misbehave. He didn't bother me either. He sat quietly on our drawing room sofa, watching TV in peace. I knew full well that this calm was a sign of a coming storm. I, too, was eager to embrace this storm, and I was ready. I cooked lunch as quickly as possible. Lunch was half an hour away, so I went and sat on the sofa for a while and chatted with Raju while watching TV. He didn't misbehave with me either. He simply lay on the sofa with his head in my lap, chatting with me while watching TV. And I, too, stroked his hair and talked to him. No matter how old Raju gets, whether in age or stature, he will always remain a child to me. And perhaps, when he's near me, he too becomes a child. He's always having fun, joking, teasing, and mischief with me. And I love his fun, jokes, teases, and mischief. That's probably why my bond with Raju is even stronger than with his own mother. And I always fully support him in his fun and mischief. This is probably the true strength of our bond. I don't pamper Raju because I taught him the first lesson in sex. I taught him how to fuck a girl properly. I taught him how to satisfy and please a girl or woman during sex. No. I pamper him because I like him. Not as a lover, but as a friend. And even more so, as my own son. Sometimes I feel myself like his mother, not his aunt. And at that moment, he becomes my son, not my nephew. I've often noticed that whenever Raju is near me, or even when he's not, he just calls me and talks to me. I feel like I'm talking to my own son. While talking to him, I momentarily forget that I haven't become a mother yet. I feel like Raju is my son, and I'm his mother. And as time passes, this thought deepens in my mind. Perhaps one reason for this is that despite my best efforts, I still haven't been able to become a mother to Bijan's child. And this thought is eating away at me. And whenever I see Raju, hear his voice, or feel him near me, the thought that he's not my nephew, but my son, grows stronger in my mind. Now, whether it's my obsession or something else, I don't know. I don't even know if this thought or obsession of mine is right or wrong, but I do know very well that with Raju around, I never feel alone. I'm not depressed. I'm not sad. I'm happy. And that's a different feeling for me. And just for this reason, Ani and Raju's relationship to me feels two different things. Anyway, after watching TV with him for a while, I looked at the clock and it was 1:00 in the afternoon. I said to Raju, "Raju, get up now. Let's go and eat." Raju didn't lift his head from my lap. He remained lying on the sofa, his head in my lap, just like before. And in a lazy voice, he said, "Wait, mami. What's the hurry? It's only 1:00. We'll eat later." I smiled and said, "Okay, as you wish. I said that after thinking about you. If we both ate quickly, it would be convenient for you. Okay, we'll eat later. I don't mind eating late." Raju, lying in my lap, turned his head towards me and looked at me. Then he said, "Okay, let's eat." I said, "No, no. You're not hungry right now, right? So let's eat later. You just lie down." Raju looked at me again, absorbing my taunt. Then, in a calm voice, he said, "Mami, I can’t tell you how hungry I am. Let's eat." With that, he lifted his head from my lap and sat down on the sofa. I understood what he meant. I patted his head and said, "Raju, you're becoming more and more mischievous. Something needs to be done about you." Raju looked at me with his squinted eyes and said, "Whatever you have to do, do it after eating. Let's eat first." I again patted him on the head and said, "I can't defeat you. In talking or in other work. Wait, I will serve the food." Saying this, I got up from the sofa and walked towards the kitchen.


We didn't talk much while eating. I sensed Raju was eager to finish his meal as quickly as possible. I knew the reason for this. So I finished mine as quickly as possible without wasting much time. After eating, I picked up our dishes and headed for the kitchen. Raju called out from behind, "Mami, don't take too long." Without looking back, I replied, "So much restlessness is bad for your health. Haven't you heard that patience is sweet?" As I headed towards the kitchen, I heard Raju's words, "I'm just dying to eat that sweet fruit. Finish your work quickly and come back." I went to the kitchen with a smile, feeling happy inside. After quickly washing the dishes, I returned. Raju was still sitting at the dining table, intently looking at something on his mobile phone. Hearing my footsteps, he turned off his phone and looked at me. I went and sat in the chair across from him. I said, "Now tell me. What do you want to do?" Raju said calmly, "Nothing much. You'll have to feed me something." I said, "You just ate, and you're hungry again so soon?!" He understood my joke and said, "Maybe." I said, "Then I can't feed you anything. If you're hungry, you'll have to eat yourself." He looked me in the eyes and said, "Okay. I'll arrange my own food. You just have to keep me company." I said, "I'm ready. Let's go to the bedroom." But Raju didn't get up from his seat. He shook his head and said, "No. Food isn't eaten in the bedroom, mami. Food is best eaten on the dining table. And right now, we're at the dining table. And I'll eat my food there, not in the bedroom." To be honest, I didn't understand what he was saying. I asked, "What do you mean?" He picked up his mobile phone without saying anything and held it out to me. A little surprised, I took it from him and looked at it. I saw that Raju had been watching porn on his phone until I came back from the kitchen. He was now showing it to me. I already knew about Raju's porn addiction. So, has his addiction returned? With that thought in mind, I started watching porn. The porn showed a middle-aged woman lying with her legs spread wide open. And a young man, about 24 or 25 years old, was licking her pussy with his face over it. I immediately understood what Raju was talking about. And I also understood why Raju was talking about eating on the dining table. Because the porn was showing a middle-aged woman lying on her back on the dining table, and the young man was licking her pussy right there. Now I understood the real situation. And as I understood this, I felt both happy and ashamed. I was happy that Raju was talking about licking my pussy, and that too in a unique way, lying on the dining table. I had never done anything like this before. And I was ashamed that Raju was imagining himself with me while watching all this in porn. How could I cure this disease? More important than this question is whether this is really a disease, or is it just his love for me. I don't know. And I don't want to find out. I just want to support him in everything he does. Whatever it is. However it is. Wherever it is. (Contd.)

 

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