Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 201 – Raju's Morning Truly Turned Out To Be Good

 

Pihu’s POV- The next morning, I woke up quite late. I usually rise early every day. Bijan leaves for his office at 9:00 AM sharp every morning. Before he leaves, I prepare his tea, breakfast, and his packed lunch for the day. Ever since we got married, Bijan almost never eats out; he eats only the food I cook with my own hands. I wake up early every morning to prepare his meals. Bijan, on the other hand, tends to wake up late—usually around 8:00 AM. On Saturdays and Sundays, he sleeps in until 9:00 AM, as those are his days off from the office. On those two days, I also wake up a bit later, since I’m in no rush either. Even so, I still usually manage to get up around 7:30 or 8:00 AM. However, if my husband and I happen to have a late, night session of fucking, then I inevitably end up waking up late the next morning. That particular day, I had indeed woken up late. Although we hadn't actually fucking late into the night, I was utterly exhausted from having sex twice with Raju and once with Bijan throughout the previous day. I was worn out and had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep the night before. I was roused from my slumber by the sound of Bijan calling out to me. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Bijan standing right in front of the bed. Gazing at him, I let out a huge yawn and asked, "What’s going on, Bijan? You’re up so early today? And even earlier than me, too?" Bijan chuckled and replied, "I didn't wake up early, darling; you are the one waking up late today. Just take a look at the clock, what time is it?" Startled by his words, I turned my head toward the wall to check the clock. It was nearly 9:00 AM. I really had slept in that day, and I truly was running late. Very late, in fact. I then looked back at Bijan. He had already showered and was fully dressed in his office attire. I quickly sat up in bed and asked Bijan, "You’re already ready for the office?" Bijan replied, "Yes, I’m all set. I’m just about to head out. I woke you up before leaving." I said, "But why didn't you wake me up sooner?" Bijan explained, "I wanted to wake you, but you were sleeping so soundly that I just didn't have the heart to disturb you." Stepping out of bed, I said, "But how am I supposed to make your tea, breakfast, and packed lunch for the afternoon on such short notice? All of that takes time!" Bijan said, "You don't need to cook anything today. I’m already running late. I’m leaving right now." As I headed toward the bedroom door, I said, "At least have some tea before you go. I’ll whip up a cup for you right now. It won't take long, it’ll be ready in under five minutes." Bijan immediately grabbed my hand to stop me and said, "Hey, where are you going? Wait!" I stopped, looked at him, and said, "Why? I’m going to make you some tea. Let me go." Bijan took hold of me, led me over to the mirror at our dressing table, and positioned me in front of it. "Look," he said, "are you really planning to make tea looking like this?" I looked at myself in the mirror. I was completely naked from head to toe. It suddenly dawned on me that, after letting Bijan fuck me so thoroughly last night, I had been too exhausted to put on my maxi, and here I was, still stark naked. Seeing my look of shock, Bijan laughed and said, "At least put on your maxi! Otherwise, if poor Raju sees you in this state, his blood pressure is going to skyrocket." Little did he know that Raju had already seen me in this very state, and fucked me, countless times before. The thought of having sex reminded me of something else: last night, I had fallen asleep right after letting Bijan fuck me. Bijan had cum inside my pussy, something I hadn't wiped away or washed off with water afterward. As this memory struck me, I reached my hand down toward my pussy and discovered that traces of Bijan's cum were still clinging to the area around it. The only difference was that, by now, it had dried up and formed a crusty layer. I decided that I would give it a thorough cleaning while taking my bath. Seeing me standing there lost in thought, Bijan spoke up: "Listen, darling. I'm running late. Don't worry about me. I'll have my tea at the office. I'll have both my breakfast and my lunch, at the office today as well. And one more thing: I have a special meeting this afternoon. I might be getting home late. Don't you worry. I went to wake Raju up, too. But that young master, just like you, is still sleeping like a log. I didn't wake him. You wake him up. And bye. Take care. Love you." Saying this, he planted a kiss on my cheek and left the house. I picked up my maxi, which had fallen to the floor. Scattered around my maxi lay my bra and panties. I picked those up as well, but decided not to put them on. There was no one else home right now, just Raju and me. And as far as Raju was concerned, whether I wore a bra and panties or went without them made absolutely no difference. For that very reason, I decided against wearing them. Wearing only my maxi and carrying my bra and panties in my hand, I stepped out of the bedroom. Right next to our bedroom was another bedroom, where Raju was currently sleeping. The door to that room was closed. I gave the door a gentle nudge, and it swung open, meaning Raju had merely pulled the door shut but hadn't locked it. I didn't actually go inside; I simply peeked in from the doorway and saw that Raju was asleep. I didn't wake him up just yet. I thought I would freshen up first, then make some tea, and then wake him. With that thought in mind, I closed the door to Raju's room once again and headed toward the bathroom.

I put my bra and panties in the wash. I freshened up, brushed my teeth and so on, and then stepped out of the bathroom. By then, it was already 9:30. I hadn't had my tea yet, either. Usually, every morning after Bijan leaves for his office, I take a bath first, then perform my prayers, and only then do I have my tea and breakfast. But today, I was genuinely feeling a sense of fatigue. So, I decided that I would have some tea first today and take my bath later; I simply wasn't in the mood to bathe just yet. I went into the kitchen and prepared two cups of tea, one for myself and one for Raju. Holding both cups, I re-entered Raju's room. Raju was lying on his back on the bed, fast asleep. His upper body was bare, meaning he wasn't wearing a T-shirt, though he was wearing a Bermuda on his lower half. Upon entering the room, I walked over to the bed, placed our tea cups on the bedside table, and then bent down to wake Raju up. "Wake up, sleepyhead! How much longer are you going to sleep? The sun is practically right in the middle of the sky by now. Come on, get up!" Raju’s sleep broke after I called out to him just twice, and he opened his eyes. Seeing me standing there bent over him like that, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Mami (aunty)! What time is it?" Laughing, I replied, "Not too late, it's just about to strike ten." Hearing this, he quickly sat up on the bed. "Oh my God! It's gotten so late! I thought it must be around 8 or 8:30." Handing him his cup of tea, I remarked, "Well, if you stay up late into the night, naturally you're going to sleep in like a log the next morning, aren't you?" He took the cup of tea from my hand, but then placed it back down on the table and said, "Sorry, Mami, but I'm not really in the mood for tea right now." "Is that so?" I asked. "So, Sahibzada (prince), would you care to tell me what you feel like drinking right now?" Raju glanced at my boobs and said, "Absolutely. If I could get ‘something else’ instead of tea right now, that would be pure bliss." I understood his insinuation. I asked, "Would you take the trouble to explain, in a little more detail, exactly what this 'something else' entails?" He smiled and replied, "Certainly." Saying this, he began rubbing his mouth against my boobs right through my maxi. This gesture of his aroused me instantly. I pulled my maxi upward, lifting it out of the way, and offered my bare boobs to him. Raju grasped one of my boobs in his hand, squeezing it gently, while taking the other into his mouth and beginning to suckle. The sensation of Raju’s mouth on my tit so early in the morning, and the feeling of being suckled by him, stirred up memories of the past. After marrying Bijan, whenever I went to wake him in the morning, he would rouse from his sleep, pull me close, and proceed to squeeze and suckle my boobs in this very manner. Forgetting everything else, I would happily let him suckle my boobs just like that. Bijan would only leave the bed after he had squeezed and suckled both my boobs to his heart's content. This routine of ours continued for quite a long time. I, too, used to feel a sense of joy having my boobs squeezed and suckled by my husband first thing in the morning. But eventually, over time, this practice gradually began to fade away. And somewhere along the line, I don't even know exactly when, it ceased completely. Nowadays, Bijan neither does anything of the sort, nor do I encourage him to. I can't even recall precisely when this phase of our relationship came to an end. Perhaps a year ago? Or a year and a half? Or maybe even earlier than that? I simply don't know. But today, this gesture of Raju's brought back memories of those bygone days, days when both Bijan and I were insatiable for sex. We never missed an opportunity, nor spared any effort, to give each other pleasure and delight. Back then, sex wasn't merely a source of physical pleasure or amusement for us; it was a sanctuary, a space where we could truly get to know one another, understand each other deeply, and express our love for each other. But now, nothing of that sort remains between us. Our relationship seems to have shifted quite suddenly. Although the sex we had last night was certainly stimulating and intense, lately I’ve been sensing a gradual decline in our mutual appetite for intimacy. It is happening. Neither of us retains that former intensity anymore. But Raju has suddenly arrived and infused me with a renewed passion. I feel an urge to revert to my old self, the woman I used to be, and love Bijan with that same fervor. There is only one reason for this surge of energy within me, and that is Raju. Had he not been here right now, loving me with such wild abandon, I probably wouldn't have even considered changing myself. It hasn't even been a full day since his arrival, yet he has already cast a spell over me. Pressing Raju’s face against my chest, I stripped off my maxi and stood stark naked before him. Raju was seated on the bed; straddling his body, I settled into his lap, sitting exactly as I had sat in Bijan’s lap just last night. While I was completely naked, Raju was still wearing his Bermuda shorts. And beneath my buttocks, inside his shorts, I could distinctly feel his throbbing cock growing in size.


Sitting in his lap, I cupped one of my boobs in my hand, guided it into his mouth, and began to feed him, exactly as I had fed Bijan the previous night. I couldn't quite explain why I was doing this at that moment. Yet, I was now repeating with Raju, one after another, every single intimate act I had performed with Bijan the night before. I was fully aware that Raju had stood outside our bedroom last night and heard his mama (maternal uncle) and me having sex, though he hadn't actually seen us. And in this very manner, I wanted to show him exactly what I had done with his mama the night before. I held my tit right up to Raju's mouth, and he instinctively drew it in and began to suckle. At the same time, he began to fondle my other tit; having Raju suckle my boobs so early in the morning was giving me immense pleasure and delight. I had brought in two cups of tea for us, but neither I nor Raju touched them. The two cups sat on the table, growing cold, yet neither of us paid them any mind. We had both forgotten everything else, completely lost in the moment and our respective activities, Raju was engrossed in suckling my boobs in turn, while I was engrossed in letting him do so. It was ten o'clock in the morning, and within the confines of that small room, an atmosphere charged with sexual energy was rapidly taking shape. Although I had no initial intention of having sex with Raju right then, the mood was becoming so intoxicatingly sensual that neither he nor I could resist it any longer. Raju continued to suckle both my boobs with sheer delight. Sitting in his lap, I held both my boobs in my hands, guiding them toward his mouth as he took each nipple in turn and suckled it passionately. First, he would suck on one of my nipples; after sucking it for a while, he would take that nipple out of his mouth, take my other nipple into his mouth, and begin to suck on that one instead. After alternating between sucking both my nipples in this manner, Raju finally calmed down a little. By then, I was in a complete state of disarray. My juices had begun to flow, thoroughly drenching my pussy. Raju noticed this as well. He took hold of me and laid me down on the bed. Spreading my legs wide, he positioned himself between them. He lowered his face toward my pussy, intending to lick it, but suddenly stopped. Then, examining my pussy closely, he asked, "Hey Mami, what is this white stuff on your pussy?!" The moment Raju said this, I instantly remembered. Oh God!!! I had completely forgotten that my husband's dried-up cum from last night was still stuck to my pussy. I had intended to clean it off thoroughly when I went to take my bath. But since I hadn't bathed yet, his dried cum was still clinging to my pussy, and Raju had just spotted it. Realizing this, I felt an overwhelming wave of shame. Mortified, I covered my pussy with both my hands. I said to Raju, "Raju, let me go now. I'm getting late. I need to go take a bath." But Raju grabbed my wrist and, gently pulling my hands away from my pussy, asked, "But at least tell me, what exactly is this?" How could I possibly tell him that this substance was nothing else but actually his mama's dried-up cum, the very stuff he had left inside my pussy last night? I simply said, "It's nothing. Just let me go." Saying this, I tried to get up from the bed. But before I could rise, Raju gently laid me back down and said, "Hey, where are you going?! Just stay lying down. Let me take a look." I asked, "What is there to look at?" Raju replied, "Plenty." Saying this, he began to stare intently at my pussy once again. After gazing at it for a while, he remarked, "Yes, now I finally understand what this actually is." Blushing slightly, I asked Raju, "What?" Wearing a mischievous grin, Raju replied, "That very thing, the reason you were screaming so loudly last night!" I realized that Raju was referring to the sex session between Bijan and me the previous night, the one he had been eavesdropping on while standing right outside our bedroom door. I said, "So, you were standing outside our bedroom listening last night?" I half-expected Raju to either deny it or look embarrassed upon hearing this, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, flashing that same mischievous grin again, he said, "What could I do, Mami? You and Mama were screaming and shouting so loudly last night that, well, it wasn't just me; I bet people all the way down to the apartment below could hear you!" Then, looking directly at me, he asked, "Mami, do you always scream like that whenever you have sex with Mama? Because when you have sex with me, you certainly don't scream nearly as loudly. So, is Mama's cock bigger and thicker than mine, so much so that it hurts you to take it inside your pussy, which is why you scream like that?" Hearing this question from Raju, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. How could I possibly tell him that I had been screaming like that last night specifically so that he standing outside would be able to hear it? And that, in reality, his mama's cock was actually smaller than his own.


I didn't really feel like badmouthing Bijan's cock in front of Raju. So, lying to him, I said, "Yes, of course your mama's cock is big." But that led to a bit of a complication. Hearing this, Raju asked, "Mami, tell me, just how big is Mama's cock? If it's even bigger than mine, then it must be roughly the size of my hand, right?" Now, what kind of answer could I possibly give to that? So, I simply nodded my head, without saying a word. But for some reason, seeing me confirm it with a nod brought Raju immense joy. Beaming like a small child, he exclaimed, "Oh, wow! So, if Mama's cock is that big, it must hurt you when you take it, doesn't it?" To this question, I told only half the truth. I said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. But in the beginning, back when we first started having sex after our marriage, it certainly did." Raju asked, "So, the very first time you saw Mama's cock, were you shocked? Were you scared?" This time, too, I spoke the truth: "I wasn't exactly scared. But yes, I was definitely shocked. Though now, I've gotten quite used to it." Hearing this, Raju asked, "Do you two have sex every single night?" I replied, "Why? Do you want to listen in?" Hearing that, Raju blushed a little. He realized that I had figured out exactly what he was planning. Without saying another word, he just smiled sheepishly. Seeing him blush like that, I added, "We used to do it every night back then. But we don't anymore. Still, we definitely do it at least four days a week." Suddenly, Raju asked, "Will you be doing it again tonight?" I replied, "I don't know. If your mama gets in the mood later tonight, then maybe we will." Hearing this, Raju fell silent for a moment. He seemed to be deep in thought. I got the feeling that he wanted to say something to me, but couldn't quite bring himself to say it. So I asked him, "What's the matter? What are you thinking about?" Raju looked at me in surprise and said, "Nothing. I was just thinking about something. Nothing in particular. I’ll tell you later. Just let me get on with my work right now." I asked, "What work?" Raju replied, "You know, the very thing I started, but haven't finished yet." I realized he was talking about licking my pussy. But to be honest, I wasn't in the mood to let him lick it just then. That was because, after getting fucked by Bijan last night, I hadn't cleaned myself up yet. Bijan's cum was still lingering inside my pussy and all over the surrounding area. And in that state, the very idea of letting Raju lick my pussy was completely out of the question. I said, "No, no. There’s no need for you to do anything right now. Let me go take a shower first. You can finish your work later." But Raju flatly rejected my suggestion, saying, "Absolutely not. You’re not going anywhere right now, not even to shower. Let me finish my work first; then you can go wherever you please." At that point, I had no choice but to tell him the truth: "Please, Raju. Try to understand my situation. I really don't want you to lick my pussy right now." Raju asked, "And why so?" Blushing slightly, I explained, "Well, you can see the state my pussy is in. I haven't cleaned it at all since last night. Let me take a shower first; you can lick my pussy afterwards." Raju insisted, "No, Mami. I’m going to lick your pussy right now. And I’m going to lick it exactly as it is, in this very state." I protested, "But Raju, your Mama's cum is still all over it!" Raju grinned and said, "That’s exactly why I want to lick your pussy! I’ll lick it clean for you." This remark of his reminded me of another incident from the past. About three years ago, when, at Bijan’s behest, I was having sex with other men for the very first time, I had laid down a condition for him. I told him that, in accordance with his wishes, I would indeed have sex with men other than him. However, I stipulated that after the act, once the man had ejaculated inside my pussy, I would neither wash it out with water nor wipe it clean with a tissue-paper. The condition was this: every time I finished having sex with a different man, I would present my freshly-fucked pussy still brimming with that man's cum to Bijan. And Bijan would be required to clean my cum-filled pussy by licking it clean with his tongue. That, I declared, would be his punishment. Every time he used his tongue to lick the other man's cum out of my pussy, he would be forced to confront the reality of his own mistake, the realization that he was the one driving his own wife into the arms of other men. I hadn't expected Bijan to agree to such a condition. But, to my surprise, not only did Bijan accept my terms, but after every sexual encounter, he would voluntarily lick my cum-filled pussy clean with his tongue. This routine continued for roughly one to two years. Yet, while performing this act, he displayed neither sorrow nor regret; on the contrary, he seemed to derive pleasure from it. He would happily lick the other men's cum out of my pussy, and whenever he did so, I could discern a distinct look of joy on his face. Eventually, however, I decided on my own to put an end to this practice. I simply no longer felt comfortable with the idea of Bijan licking other men's cum out of my pussy. Thus, gradually, the practice faded away as well. But now, years later, Raju has insisted on licking the dried cum of Bijan himself out of my pussy. And in doing so, he has once again reminded me of that old chapter from the past. I said nothing to him; I simply cupped his head in my hands and guided it down toward my pussy. I placed it there with love. The rest is up to him. And I am confident that he will do his job perfectly as his mama used to do it a long way before. (Contd.)

 

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