[opendoor]

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For the past two days, there had been no messages or calls from Venky Mama. He wasn’t even answering when called.

Feeling a bit impatient, Priyanka sent a message:

"Are you alive, or are you dead?"

Two minutes later, a reply came:

"How could I die without you, my dear niece? You’re the one who’s always 'eating me alive' [teasing/pestering me] anyway!"

Priya responded with an emoji that suggested she was sulking.

Venky called immediately.

"What’s this? Are you sulking?"

"Yes, I am! And what did I ever do that was so bad it would make you say I’m 'eating you alive'? Besides, you’re someone who can’t go even two hours without talking to me—yet, for two whole days, there hasn’t been a single call. Is there a problem?"

"Oh, Priya... if you had asked me properly, I would have given you a straight answer. But asking 'Are you alive or dead?'—that really got to me."

"I’m sorry, Mama. I just went a bit crazy not hearing from you—that’s why I said that. I’m sorry."

"It’s alright. I’m actually quite happy to know that there are people who care enough about me to go a little 'crazy' over my absence."

"So, what happened, Mama? Why didn’t you call?"

"Nothing much, Priya. I’ve just gotten myself stuck in a bit of a problem. I don’t really know what to do."



"Is it personal? Or professional?" "If it were a personal matter, I would have told you long ago... but this is a professional issue."

"What is it, *mama*? If you’d rather not talk about it, then just leave it."

"No, no... I’ll tell you. My friend Sameer has returned from America. He wants to set up a development center here in Hyderabad and has asked for my help. Since I work at Google, I’m not supposed to be involved in such business ventures. He has helped me a great deal in the past, and now he’s turned to me, hoping I’ll help him run this center. I’m just not sure what to do. If I say no, he’ll likely abandon the idea altogether, as he doesn’t trust anyone else. I, too, have a strong desire to build and run this—it would create jobs for over a hundred people. Money isn’t the priority for me, Priya; I’m thinking more about the satisfaction of bringing happiness into people’s lives... I just don’t know what the right move is."

After a moment...

"*Mama*, invite your friend over for dinner tonight—at your place."

"What for?"

"Just invite him... I’ll be there too."

"But... why?" "Listen, *Mama*... our bond goes far beyond just a physical affair—you’re not just some illicit lover to me; you have every right over me. Earlier, when I asked if you considered me your own wife, you replied—as if I truly were your wife—'How could I ever live without you? And besides, aren't you the one who would be the death of me?' That’s the kind of bond we share. This isn't just a personal relationship—trust me, *Mama*—the solution to your problem lies in my hands."

Hearing his daughter-in-law speak with such confidence, he simply says "Alright" and hangs up the phone.

Venky returned from the office at 5:00 PM, and Priya arrived at his house shortly after.

She decided what to prepare for dinner, whipped up the meal in no time, took a bath, and got herself ready.

Venky was left stunned the moment he saw Priya.

She looked incredibly beautiful. She had dbangd her saree low—well below her navel—and gathered the *pallu* into a tight bundle, letting it pass right between her ample, rounded breasts. Dressed in a sleeveless blouse, her smooth, well-toned shoulders were absolutely intoxicating. She had pulled her blouse up high, and her firm, golden-hued curves were teasingly on display. With her hair left loose—cascading partly in front and partly behind—she had also sprayed the room with a fresh, pleasant fragrance.

Seeing his daughter-in-law like this, Venky felt an intense, raw urge to throw her down right there and fuck her—but he managed to hold back, lost in thought. Truth be told, his friend Sameer was quite the connoisseur. Back in college, all the girls used to flock around him. Even after he got married and moved to America, whenever he visited India, he and I would head off to Goa and spend a week living it up. If he sets his sights on someone? He’ll crush them like a papad.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Venky goes and opens the door. Sameer is there, carrying a bag—Venky knows exactly what’s inside. As it turns out, Sameer has no idea that Venky’s daughter-in-law is also present.

Introducing Priya, Venky says, "This is Priya. Calling her my daughter-in-law doesn't quite fit—it’s more accurate to call her my wife, *mama*!" Priya is left stunned—how could her father-in-law be so blunt? *Oh, I’m done for!*

Sameer hands a packet of jasmine flowers to Priya, saying, "Hi Priya! This guy here never mentioned a word about you."

Priya is stunned once again—a man giving jasmine flowers to a married woman?

"Sorry, Priya—I didn't bring these specifically for you. Whenever he invites me over for dinner, I always show up with jasmine flowers," Sameer explains, leaving Priya only half-understanding what he means.

Venky leans in and whispers into her ear, "Whenever I invite him for dinner, a 'jasmine flower session' always follows. He’s absolutely crazy about Indian women." Priya’s mind goes completely blank—does he mean he brings women over just to... *have his way with them*? Handing another bag to Venky, he says, "Hey, why didn't you tell me your daughter-in-law was home? I ended up bringing these liquor bottles and jasmine flowers for nothing!"

Taking the liquor bottles from her father-in-law’s friend, she places them in the fridge. Then, tucking the jasmine flowers into her braid, she says, "It feels a bit strange calling you 'Uncle Sameer'—you don't really seem like an uncle! Even though you’re the same age as my father-in-law, you look much younger than him."

Sameer is pleased by Priya’s frankness.

"Priya, does putting on some color make one look younger? Just call me 'Uncle' or 'Father-in-law'—that sounds better."

"But if I call both of you 'Father-in-law,' it’ll get confusing..."

"In that case, why don't you call me 'dear' (evandi)?"

"See, Uncle? Even though my father-in-law doesn't have a wife, he still hasn't given up hope!"

"Priya, he’s a truly good man. It’s hard to find a husband like him."

"Uncle, I already have a husband!"

"I know, I know... You speak so openly! The jasmine flowers I brought go perfectly with your saree and blouse."

"True, isn't it? My daughter-in-law looks exactly like a wife! It’s been over 20 years since I last saw a woman looking like this."

"Sorry, Venky... I know this brings back memories of your late wife—she was such a wonderful woman."

"Alright, let's go..." "Let's have dinner."

(.) (.)

"Uncle... I made a shrimp stir-fry because I know you love it. Please, have some more."

Leaning far over Sameer, Priya brushed her soft breasts against his shoulder. "Uncle, I checked your Instagram—I know everything you like," she said. Intoxicated by the fragrance of the jasmine flowers tucked into her braid, Sameer closed his eyes for a moment to savor the scent. "Priya, you’re quite clever. What else do you know about me?" he asked. Priya planted an affectionate kiss on his cheek and replied:



"Uncle, what’s the point of staying in America? You should just move back to India! Where else in America would you find a woman who wears jasmine flowers in her hair, lets her *pallu* slip, dbangs her saree low below her navel, and serves you food with such loving, persistent care?" As she spoke, she heaped more of his favorite dishes onto his plate.

Venky was delighted to see his daughter-in-law being so close with his friend. He thought to himself that even if the business deal didn't work out, his daughter-in-law would surely leave Sameer with unforgettable memories of his trip to India.

Engrossed in conversation, the three of them enjoyed their meal immensely.

Later, after they had settled onto the sofa in the living room...

Priya sets the drinks down on the table. Sitting between his uncle-in-law and the uncle, Sameer takes the uncle’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Uncle, let’s get down to business. Due to the policies at the company where my uncle-in-law works, he cannot officially establish your development center. However, I have a plan. If you like it, I’ll be thrilled; even if you don’t, I’ll still be happy knowing I had the chance to host you. I won’t pretend there’s no self-interest involved, but here’s my idea—I haven’t even mentioned this to my uncle-in-law yet.

I also work in the IT sector as a Senior Tech Lead. My proposal is that I take charge of this India-based development center. I would resign from my current job to lead this project. I’ll rely on my uncle-in-law’s guidance and ideas; you can handle the business development in America, while I manage the development operations here in India. I have extensive experience in project delivery—covering everything from product development, prototyping, and client demonstrations to design, coding, and final delivery. Feel free to check my LinkedIn profile if you’d like. With my uncle-in-law’s network, hiring a team won’t be difficult at all. And since he won’t be directly involved in this company, he..." "There won't be any trouble from Google. You handle things there, and I’ll take care of things here, Uncle... With your help, I can run this center. Trust me," she said.

Venky and Sameer were both left stunned.

Overcome with emotion, Venky pulled his daughter-in-law close. He began licking her face and showering her with passionate, heated kisses—right in front of his friend, Sameer. He bit down firmly on her full, luscious lower lip. Caught between shyness and the pull of her own carnal desires, Priyanka—who, as part of a 'reality show' with her husband, was granted the freedom to be intimate with whomever she pleased—surrendered herself to her father-in-law. Meanwhile, she cast a sultry, intoxicating glance toward Uncle Sameer, who watched the scene in complete astonishment.

Sameer’s mind went blank. Thrilled at the prospect of partnering with Priyanka—the woman behind such a clever idea—he watched the father-in-law and daughter-in-law, feeling a mix of joy and intense envy. After a moment, once his excitement had settled, Venky let go of his daughter-in-law and said, "Sorry, Priya! Your plan completely blew my mind. I feel quite ashamed that someone as clever as me didn't come up with an idea like this! So, what do you say—are you on board with this, buddy? Priya will lead the way, and I’ll be right behind her. You take the lead, too. Let’s join forces and absolutely crush this!"

Sameer, regaining his composure, reached out and shook Priya’s hand. "Priya, I couldn't ask for a better deal. This isn't just business; it’s the first step toward a long-term relationship. I’d love to walk this path alongside you."




Priya smiled faintly and shook his hand, agreeing. Sameer gently squeezed her hand, gave her an intense look, and pulled her toward himself. Caught off guard, Priya fell right onto him. Sameer immediately wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back. As Priya shifted, feeling a bit uncomfortable, Venky—noticing this—pressed himself firmly against her from behind and asked, "So, buddy, what do you think of my daughter-in-law?" Sameer replied, "She’s absolutely superb, buddy!" Caught between the two men, Priya felt her body heating up. 

With her uncle’s erect cock pressing against her buttocks from behind and another cock nudging her from the front, she closed her eyes, savoring this novel sensation. As a warm breath brushed against her lips, another pair of lips met hers, beginning to suck on them. Even though she knew it wasn’t her uncle’s mouth, Priya surrendered completely, kissing Sameer Uncle back with intense, hungry passion. 

When he finally pulled away, leaving her lips tingling, Priya opened her eyes slightly. Sameer, standing before her, raised his eyebrows as if to ask, "How was it?" Still gazing at him with trembling lips, Priya turned her head back, and her uncle—eager and intense—seized her saliva-dampened lips, kissing and biting them before letting go. The series of kisses left Priya’s entire body feeling dazed and intoxicated. Stepping back, Sameer remarked, "Damn, your daughter-in-law is incredibly sexy, man!"

"She’s *your* daughter-in-law too, man," Venky replied. "True, that," Sameer said, pulling her into a passionate embrace once again.

After a while, Venky said, "Come inside; I’ve made all the arrangements for you both." Sameer stood up and asked, "So, where are these arrangements of ours, man?" "The whole house is ours—we can go wherever we like," he said, standing up and placing a hand on Sameer’s shoulder. The two of them walked out through the back door, chatting as they went. 

When they didn't return for a while, Priya followed them out through the same door. She discovered a tent set up in a lush, open space; inside, sofas were arranged around a table, and heaters had been placed to ward off the chill. Everything one might need was laid out on the table. Priya loved the atmosphere. As she walked through the gathering dusk, the cold became almost unbearable, so she hurried into the tent. Once inside, she felt a welcome warmth and looked around—there wasn't another soul in sight. Wondering where the others had gone, she spotted them walking slowly from a distance. "Why are you walking so slowly?" Priya asked. "Don't you feel the cold?"

Saying that it didn't feel like that at all, the two of them entered the tent and sat on the sofa. As Priya began to sit opposite them, Venky called out, "Hey, not there—come over here!" Blushing, Priya walked over slowly and stood beside Venky. The two men shifted slightly to make room for her between them. Venky kissed his daughter-in-law first, and then Sameer, who was on the other side, planted a kiss on her cheek. 

Experiencing a new sensation from their kisses, Priya let out a soft moan—"Ah!"—as hands were placed on her waist. Just as her father-in-law, Venky, finished kissing her, Sameer began to kiss her, hungrily sliding his tongue into her mouth and tangling it with hers, savoring the taste. Meanwhile, Venky gently squeezed one of her breasts through her saree. "Umm..." Priya moaned intensely. 

Hearing this, Sameer became even more aroused and began to squeeze her other breast. "Ah!" Priya exclaimed. "How’s that for a kiss from my 'wife'?" Venky asked. Calling his daughter-in-law "wife" with such affection only fueled Sameer’s desire further. "Nice! I never imagined you’d end up with such a passionate 'wife,'" Sameer remarked, squeezing the breast in his hand even harder. "Ahhh!" Priya cried out, pushing their hands away from her chest.

Venky placed his hand on one of her thighs and began to stroke it, asking, "How does it feel, having both of us squeezing you like this?" As Priya sat lost in thought, unsure of what to say, Sameer Uncle placed his hand on her other thigh. Feeling her body begin to heat up, she placed her own hands over theirs and started to knead them gently. 

Venky pulled his hand away and shifted the *pallu* of his wife’s saree from over her breasts. Revealed beneath her blouse were her full, firm, and prominent breasts—as if they had been straining to break free. Seeing this, Sameer’s throat went dry; he swallowed hard, and, almost instinctively, his hand moved from her thigh to her breast, caressing it delicately. "Damn... what breasts! They’re just like the ones on that model we booked in Goa last time," Sameer remarked.

"Exactly," Venky agreed, reaching out to squeeze her other breast. "This bitch has just hit her prime—look at how perky and erect her breasts are!" Sameer responded by gripping the breast in his hand even more firmly. With both men kneading her breasts, Priya let out a soft, intoxicated moan as her body grew hotter. She reached down and grabbed Sameer’s cock right through his trousers, applying pressure. "Ah! Venky, it’s brilliant that this bitch offered to do 'business' with us, isn't it?" Venky exclaimed. Sameer leaned in closer, pressing his lips against her breast—still covered by the blouse—and bit down hard. "Tell me, you son of a bitch—have you fucked her yet, or what?" Sameer asked. "Ha... how could I ever let go of such a lustful slut like you?" Venky said, unhooking his daughter-in-law’s blouse. "I made sure to fuck her first, before letting my son marry her!" Hearing this, Priya—feeling a surge of intense desire—decided to tease them further. Feigning shyness, she exclaimed, "Ugh, what kind of things are you saying?" and held her hand up to block him from unbuttoning her blouse. "Oh, come on! Didn't I fuck you before your husband ever got his hands on you?" Venky retorted. He undid all the hooks, pulled the blouse down off her shoulders, and revealed her full, firm breasts—encased in a black bra—to Sameer, who was watching intently. Unable to contain himself, Sameer reached out, grabbed both her breasts, and squeezed them. "Damn... what a slut you are! You look just like a virgin!" he exclaimed, rising quickly from the sofa and stripping off his own clothes. "What’s the matter, Uncle? Can’t you handle seeing your daughter-in-law like this?" Venky asked.

"Damn right, I can't!" Sameer replied. Within moments, he was completely naked, his erect cock swaying back and forth. "Come here, daughter-in-law!" he commanded. "Look at your uncle—just seeing half of your breasts was enough to make him get a full erection!" Venky added. Priya tried to hide her face behind her hands, but Venky pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. "Why are you acting so shy?" he teased, pulling her hands away from her face. "Just look at how it’s standing up and throbbing!" Priya squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, whispering, "Oh God... please, I can't take this anymore!" "Oh, how can you say that?" Venky said, turning her toward him. He kissed her lips, gently bit her lower lip, and whispered, "Open your eyes." As she slowly opened her heavy, languid eyes, Sameer—who had been watching her intently—felt his own cock fully erect inside his trousers. He unzipped his pants, pulled it out, and guided Priya’s hand onto it.




Priya gripped his cock in her palm and began to stroke it lightly. Venky let out a moan—"Ah, ah, ah"—and gestured for her to take it into her mouth. Priya shook her head, signaling a refusal. Seeing this, Sameer said, "Forget it, man, if she doesn't want to." Venky, sounding annoyed, replied, "Hold on a second—where are you planning to put that fully erect cock of yours?" Priya let out a soft laugh at his remark. Venky grabbed her by the hair, tilted her head back, and turned her toward Sameer. With one hand, he pulled Sameer’s cock forward and rubbed it against his wife’s lips.

Priya pressed her lips together, shaking her head from side to side, saying, "Ugh, no, don't!" Venky leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "Why not, you little slut?" He traced the area with the tip of his tongue, nibbling gently, and asked, "Why are you saying no to him?" Priya replied, "I don't know... I just feel so shy." "Why are you acting so shy, you slut? Your own husband is right here watching you get fucked by another man—just enjoy it! Open your mouth!" Venky said, grabbing his friend’s cock and pushing it toward her. As the head of the cock brushed against her lips, Priya stuck out her tongue and began to lick around it. The sensation sent a surge of intense desire through Sameer, and his cock grew even harder in Venky’s grip. "That’s enough licking—take it into your mouth! Otherwise, your 'uncle's' cock is going to burn up," Venky remarked.

As if he had been waiting for those very words, Sameer thrust his hips forward, driving more than half of his cock into Priya’s mouth. When the tip brushed against the back of her throat, Sameer was overcome with intense pleasure. Priya struggled, gasping for air as his cock pushed deep into her throat; Venky, laughing with a twisted sense of delight, taunted her: "Is it better now? You tried to play games when I told you to suck it properly, you slut!" As she moaned—"Umm... ahhh"—and tried to pull away, Venky warned, "I’ll only let you go if you do exactly as I say." Left with no other choice, Priya signaled with her eyes that she would comply. "That’s more like it—now you’re coming around," Venky said, slowly removing his hand from his wife’s head. 

Watching her catch her breath as he pulled his cock halfway out, he added, "You’re going to have to suck at least a hundred cocks; I’m not sleeping until then." As he slid his cock in and out of her mouth, Sameer closed his eyes, savoring the sensation, and groaned, "Damn... the way you’re sucking it!" Watching his wife thrusting his cock in and out—making wet, smacking sounds—Venky, now completely aroused, said, "Look, brother-in-law! Your 'daughter-in-law' was putting on a whole act earlier, saying 'no, no'—but look at her now, sucking it like a common street whore!" He stood up from the sofa, stripped off all his clothes, and—adjusting his erect cock with one hand—commanded, "Shove the whole thing in!"




As Sameer continued to thrust gently, clearly enjoying himself, Venky said, "Move aside for a second, brother-in-law." Though reluctant to pull out, Sameer withdrew. Remarking, "You’re so gentle with her—you really love your 'daughter-in-law,' don't you?" Venky tapped his wife’s face a couple of times with his cock.

As she leaned in, he planted a kiss on her lips; she opened her mouth slightly, stuck out her tongue, and began licking around the head of his cock. "Ah, you slut!" Venky growled, grabbing her head with both hands and thrusting his cock deep inside in one swift motion, holding her firmly in place.



With his cock pushed deep into her throat, Priya struggled to breathe, letting out muffled moans—"Umm... umm..."—while tapping on her father-in-law’s thighs. "Ahh... it feels so good when it’s pushed in this deep!" Venky exclaimed, not loosening his grip in the slightest. Watching this, Sameer slapped Venky on the buttocks and said, "Hey, let her go!" "You don't know her, man—she’s a total slut. If you don't treat her like this, she won't listen," Venky said, holding her head firmly in place while thrusting his cock deep into her mouth, his hips moving with intense, aggressive rhythm. Though tears welled up in her eyes from the sheer force of his thrusts, Priya endured it, continuing to suck his cock.

Unable to watch any longer, Sameer shouted, "You piece of shit!" and shoved Venky away. As the cock was suddenly pulled from her mouth, Priya began to cough violently, shielding her face with her hands. Sameer knelt down, asking anxiously, "Oh dear, are you alright?" But Priya, catching her breath, reached down, gripped his erect cock in her fist, and moved it back and forth. She looked at him with an intense, seductive gaze and gave him a playful wink, signaling that she was perfectly fine. Captivated by her intoxicating look, Sameer couldn't help himself; he leaned in, hungrily sucking and biting her lips. Priya, matching his intensity, kissed him back with equal fervor before whispering in a dazed, sultry voice, "Uncle, I want your cock."

Hearing this, Sameer lost all restraint and stood up, saying, "Go ahead, take it." Priya shifted slightly to the side on the sofa, settling onto one of her buttocks. Sameer placed one leg on the sofa and brought his cock toward Priya’s face. She kissed it, opened her mouth wide, and took it all the way in—just as deep as Venky had pushed it earlier. With one hand, she gently kneaded his testicles, while her other hand caressed her own buttocks, her fingers tracing the crevice and brushing against her anus. It felt like heaven to Sameer; "Ahhh..." he moaned, dazed. As she pulled it out and took it back in with force—all while squeezing his balls and sliding a finger into her own anus—the combined sensations sent Sameer into a state of pure ecstasy. "You slut!" he exclaimed, completely lost in the pleasure.

Watching this, Venky remarked, "Did you see that? Look at what your daughter-in-law can do." Venky groaned, "Ahhh... fuck, don't you dare stop!" Priya didn't stop; she took it even deeper, sucking with an audible, wet sound. The intensity of the pleasure caused a throbbing sensation in Sameer’s testicles—he was on the verge of climaxing. "Ahhh... don't stop, I'm about to cum right into your mouth!" he pleaded, his voice thick with desire. 



Hearing this, Priya slowed her pace, moving her mouth back and forth along his cock. Meanwhile, Venky unhooked her bra from behind, caressing her back and showering it with kisses. As the intensity of the oral stimulation eased, Sameer relaxed a bit and remarked, "I was just about to cum." Priya pulled away from his cock completely and, acting coy, asked, "Is that so, Uncle?" Venky then said, "Do you realize now just what a massive, shameless slut your daughter-in-law really is?"