Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 199 – Raju's Words Surprise Pihu

 

Pihu’s POV- Everything Raju said had surprised me. But the last thing he said surprised me the most. What problem was he talking about? I looked at Raju and asked, "What problem are you talking about?" Hearing my question, Raju said, "I'll tell you. Let me finish my story first. You'll know for yourself what problem I'm talking about here." With that, he resumed his story, “After that incident, I was at home for about a month or two. During this time, I would regularly go outside my mom and dad's room after them, put my ear to their closed door, stand silently, without saying a word, listening to them talk and even listening to them have sex. At first, I didn't like it, but it eventually became a habit. At one point, I started enjoying listening to my mom's voice while they had sex. I would sit around all day, waiting for night to fall, wondering when it would be so I could hear my own parents having sex. On nights I got the chance to hear them secretly having sex, I would happily go back to my room, imagine my mom, and masturbate to sleep. But on nights when I couldn't hear them having sex, I would still masturbate to my mom's imagination. So, whether they had sex or not, my mom's imagination was the only thing that would be the constant to masturbate myself. I would masturbate to my mom's imagination every night. At that time, my mom was the only thing that occupied my heart and mind. But to this day, I've never been able to see her naked or having sex with my dad. I would only see her doing it in my imagination. And that's what caused the problems." Having said this, Raju paused, took a breath, and then began again, "My college results came in a month or two. And as per the pre-planned plan, I had to move out of my home and complete my studies. But by then, I was so intoxicated by my own mother's addiction that moving out was not only difficult, but almost impossible for me. But the biggest problem was that I couldn't share this reason with anyone. I thought many times at that time about sharing this problem with you. But later I felt that it wouldn't be right. If you find out that I've started looking at my own mother with such dirty eyes, it will hurt you too. That's why, despite my reluctance, I had to move out of my home to complete my studies. I thought that if I moved away from home, perhaps all these dirty thoughts would gradually subside. But that didn't happen. It was exactly the opposite. Before, I used to think about you. But now I'm thinking about my own mother. I was hooked. When I moved into the hostel, I realized that what I'd mistakenly considered an addiction wasn't just an addiction anymore. It had become a habit. Even after moving into the hostel, I would still enjoy fantasizing about my mother. And gradually, that became a habit. Then, I once again fell into the grip of porn addiction. But this time, the addiction was a little different. I used to watch porn featuring younger girls earlier. But now, I didn't like that. Now, I started watching older women getting fucked, known as MILFs in pornographic parlance. I started enjoying watching MILF porn. And my addiction to porn started affecting my personal life as well." With that, Raju fell silent again. I asked, "How? I once told you not to let porn take over you, didn't I?" It seemed Raju felt a little embarrassed by my words. He said softly, "I know, mami (aunty). You told me not to. And I agreed. But after that incident, I became addicted to porn again. I started watching porn again, which I had stopped once. But as I told you, I've only ever watched MILF porn. I've noticed that so far, I've only seen MILFs in my life, not girls my age. You know that I secretly liked a girl in college, whom I later fell in love with. But when I told her about it, she made fun of me and flatly refused my love. After that, my self-confidence completely shattered and vanished. I fell into depression. I avoided even talking to anyone. I wouldn't even talk to anyone at home. I became silent and kept to myself. That's when you came into my life. And I consider this incident to be one of the most beautiful things that has happened in my life. If you hadn't thought of helping me then, I would probably still be in depression today."

"You're the first person in my life who listened to me, understood my problem, and helped me by having sex with me, despite being my mami. I can't forget that. Anyway, after that incident, you were the only one in my heart and mind. And later, I realized you were also a MILF, probably 10 or 12 years older than me. And the second woman who came into my life after you was my own mother. Yes, it's a different matter that just as I've seen you naked in front of my eyes, or fucked you, I've never seen my own mother naked, nor have I fucked her, nor do I ever want to. But my mother awakened a different feeling in me, a feeling I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. I started to like women older than me. I started to feel like no girl my age would ever pay attention to me, but Women older than me would greet me nicely, show me attention, and develop a close relationship with me. So, for a year, I began observing women on the streets, in buses, on trams, or walking on the road. And while doing this, I noticed a distinct pattern.” Raju was telling me his story so casually, I felt like I was watching a documentary. Curious, I asked Raju, "What kind of pattern?" Raju said, "I'll tell you. First, tell me one thing. When you go out alone, do you notice any boys walking on the street who are younger than you?" Raju's question surprised me once again. I wondered what Raju really wanted to know. Was he trying to find out if I noticed younger men walking on the street? Or was there some other significance to his question? I said, "What's that stupid question you've asked me? Do I look at guys younger than me while walking down the street?" Hearing my return question, Raju started laughing. He said, "That's not what I meant to ask. Anyway, I've learned what I needed to know." I didn't understand this either. I said, "What do you mean?" He said, "What I mean is that maybe you don't see guys younger than you on the street, or other women like you don't either. But there are many women besides you who look at guys younger than you while walking down the street. And they like them too. Just like I like women older than me, many women also like guys younger than her. They try to satisfy their desire by those younger guys." With this, Raju brought his mouth right to my ear and said, "By desire, I mean everything. Even their physical desire." I looked at Raju in shock. I tried to understand what he was saying. And at the same time, a new fear began to arise in me. His love for a woman older than him. Masturbating while imagining his mother. And now this matter of physical desire. What else could Raju be hiding from me? I was stunned just thinking about it. I felt as if the Raju whom I knew and loved was not the same Raju at all. He was a different person. Just like a doppelgänger shown in the movies. This could not be my beloved and dear Raju. I somehow asked him, "But how do you know all these? I'm scared, Raju. Tell me the truth, have you done something wrong?" Hearing this question, Raju seemed to be lost in thought again. I said impatiently, "Please, Raju, don't stay silent like this. Say something. My heart is sinking. Did you…" Before I could finish my sentence or Raju could say anything in response, the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock in surprise. I hadn't even noticed it was 6 p.m. in the middle of our conversation. I saw it was 6:10. That meant Bijan had returned from office. He must have been ringing the doorbell. And here, in the bedroom, Raju and I were lying completely naked from head to toe. I knew full well that Bijan always had a duplicate key to our house. If I wasn't home or busy with something else, he would use his duplicate key to unlock the door. If he were to unlock the door with his duplicate key today and see us together in this state, it would be a disaster. I quickly got up from the bed, looked at Raju, and said, "Raju, get up quickly. Your mama (uncle) has returned from the office." Hearing my words, Raju hurriedly got up from the bed and began putting on his clothes lying on the floor. By then, Bijan had rung the doorbell twice more. Now he would probably use his key to unlock the door and come in. I had to open the door before that.


I saw that Raju had already put on his Bermuda and was putting on his T-shirt. But I couldn't find my maxi. Oh my god! Then I remembered that my maxi was still lying outside near the dining table, and it would be the first thing to be seen by Bijan as soon as he came inside. I looked at Raju with horrified face and said, "Raju, my maxi is lying outside near the dining table. I can't go out like this. You quickly go and open the door. Otherwise, your mama will open the door himself with the duplicate key and come in." Hearing this, Raju immediately started to leave. I called from behind him, "And throw my maxi this way." Raju nodded in response. By then, Bijan had stopped ringing the bell and started shouting, "Darling, open the door! I'm here!" In response, Raju yelled, "Mama, wait! I'll open the door right now." Saying this, he ran out of the bedroom and ran to the dining table. My maxi was lying on the floor right next to the dining table. He picked it up and threw it towards the bedroom. I grabbed it, went into the bedroom, and closed the door. I immediately put it on. But I only had a maxi, because I'd only worn one after my bath in the morning. I hadn't worn a bra or panties. But I couldn't wear a maxi without a bra or panties, otherwise Bijan might get suspicious. I quickly took a bra and panties out of the closet and hurriedly put them on. I somehow hooked the bra and put on the panties, and put on the maxi. By then, Raju had opened the door, and Bijan had come inside. I could hear their conversation outside in the drawing room. Bijan said, "Hey Raju, when did you come? You were supposed to come in the evening, right?" Raju lied to his mama, saying, "Yes, Mama. I just came a while ago. So how are you?" Bijan said, "I'm fine. Tell me about yourself." Raju said, "I'm cool." Raju is quite smart. He kept Bijan busy talking in the drawing room so I could get ready. Then I heard Bijan ask Raju, "Where's your mami, Raju? In the kitchen?" Raju said, "No. She's in her bedroom." He called out to me, "Mami, mama's back from the office." I called out, "I'm coming." I controlled my breathing, opened the bedroom door, and came out. As soon as I came out, Raju took a look at me and was relieved to see me well dressed. I came over and saw Raju and Bijan sitting on the sofa. Seeing me come in, Bijan asked, "Where have you been, darling? I've been ringing the bell for a while. Raju opened the door.” I said, "Yes, I dozed off a little. Raju came in a while ago. I made him some tea. Then he went to his room. And I went to the bedroom and dozed off a little. I don't know when I fell asleep. I didn't hear the bell ring." Then I told him, "Go change your clothes and wash your hands and face. I'll make tea and tiffin for the three of us." With that, I immediately went to the kitchen. Over tea and snacks, the three of us sat and chatted. Like me, Bijan was also delighted to have his nephew with him. He also talked a lot with him. Night fell as we talked. I got up and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. They both sat outside on the drawing-room sofa and chatted. I was cooking dinner in the kitchen, but my mind was elsewhere. As I cooked, I kept thinking only one thing: what was the real point of Raju's words? Why did he say that there are so many women who like younger men and satisfy their desires with them? How did he know about this? Did what I was thinking really happen? If my suspicions were correct, it would mean Raju had made a grave mistake. I wonder what that boy might have done. Worse, I still don't know what the truth is. And until I find out, I won't find peace. These thoughts raced through my mind, but at the same time, another problem began to nudge me. Listening to Raju's words, I was also a little aroused. Hearing Raju secretly listen to his parents' sex reminded me of my own. He had only heard his parents having sex, but I had seen them with my own eyes. And again and again, the scene of my nandoi (brother-in-law) fucking my nanad (sister-in-law), while I stood near the door of their room, watching them. But this scene, haunting me, was causing me trouble. Every time this scene came to my mind, my pussy became wet with its own juices. And I became aroused.


The three of us ate dinner together. I noticed Raju had been behaving perfectly normal around Bijan since the evening, as if nothing had happened. But I was still disturbed, and aroused. Although I already had been fucked by him twice since Raju arrived this morning, and had already orgasmed three or four times. But what he said had already aroused me to the point where Bijan was the one who would release my heat. And I waited for that moment. After dinner, Raju said goodnight to both of us and went to his room to sleep. A little while later, Bijan also went to sleep in our bedroom. I finished my kitchen chores and went to our bedroom to sleep. Bijan, as usual, was lying on the bed, watching something on his mobile phone. I entered the bedroom and locked the door. However, when we're home alone, we often leave the door open. Or else, we close it but don't lock it. Because we know there's no one else in the house except us, there's no point in closing or locking the door. But when guests come over, we always lock our bedroom door. Seeing me lock the door today, he understood that it was because Raju was home. As I locked the door and turned towards him, Bijan looked at me and said, "Darling, you look beautiful today." It had been a while since I'd heard Bijan's compliments. Earlier, Bijan used to compliment me on my beauty while flirting with me, and I always loved it. But these days, hearing Bijan's compliments had become a rarity. So, these words struck me as something new. I felt like he was trying to flirt with me again, just like before. I sat next to him and said, "Whenever a guest comes to our house, your naughtiness increases, isn't it, Bijan?" Bijan now took me in his arms and said, "This isn't naughtiness, it's called immense love, darling. You won't understand my feelings and this love between you and me." I said, "Is it love or something else? Just go to sleep quietly. Raju must still be awake. I won't do anything right now, I’m telling you." I was trying to dissuade Bijan, but my body and mind were screaming for his love. Hearing my words, Bijan, far from letting me go, pressed me even tighter in his arms. My soft boobs, bound in a bra, pressed against his chest. Bijan said, "So what if he's awake? Shouldn't I even make love to my married wife? Am I afraid of anyone?" I laughed and said, "When did I say you can't do anything to me? I said whatever you do, do it quietly. Without any sound." Bijan said, taking off the maxi I was wearing. "I can't do anything quietly. Let whoever wants to hear it hear it." As soon as Bijan took off my maxi, I was in front of him in just a bra and panties. I don't wear a bra most of the time at home. Seeing me wearing one today, Bijan realized I'd been wearing one at home while Raju was there. Little did the poor guy know that from morning until evening, his nephew had been fucking his wife in his own bedroom. Without delay, Bijan took off my bra and panties as well, stripping me completely naked. I also took off his T-shirt and Bermuda shorts, stripping him naked like me. We'd been naked like this for two or three years after our marriage. But for the past few times, neither I nor he had been fully naked during sex. I'd pull my maxi up to my waist, and Bijan would simply remove his Bermuda shorts. But today, I wanted to get fucked from Bijan completely naked. So, when I stripped Bijan completely, Bijan was surprised at first. He was a little amused, but then, sensing my desire, he was delighted. He held me tighter than before, squeezing my boobs one by one. He held both my boobs in his hands and began squeezing them gently and lovingly. My eyes closed in a relaxed manner. But as soon as they did, I saw the scene of my afternoon sex with Raju. It felt like Raju, not Bijan, was squeezing my boobs so lovingly. And I was about to have sex, not with Bijan, but with Raju once again. As soon as this thought crossed my mind, a wave of arousal began to surge through my body. I grew increasingly hot. I began to feel its effects on my body as well. Bijan had already removed my panties. And I could clearly feel the wetness between my legs. I understood that along with my mind, my body had also awakened. And Bijan would have to work hard to calm it down that night. I couldn't stop the juices from sloshing down my leg joints, even if I wanted to. My pussy was soaked with its own juices, which now slid out of me, wetting my thighs and the area around my pussy. And like a shameless whore, even after having been fucked by Raju twice since morning and having orgasmed three or four times, I was ready to be fucked by my husband once again. (Contd.)

 

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