Yesterday, 10:37 AM
The air was thick with the scent of jasmine garlands and sizzling street food at the bustling cousin's wedding in a lavish Mumbai banquet hall. Laughter echoed off the ornate chandeliers, and colorful sarees swirled like a kaleidoscope on the dance floor. Harsha, a stunning 28-year-old with cascading black hair, almond-shaped eyes, full lips, and curves that could make any man weak—especially her voluptuous D-cup breasts straining against her low-cut blouse—felt a mix of excitement and loneliness. Her husband, Raj, had dashed off early for an urgent work call, leaving her to navigate the festivities alone. "I'll be back before the night ends," he'd promised with a quick peck, but hours had passed, and the party was in full swing without him.
*Why did Raj have to leave now? I should be enjoying this with him, not feeling so... exposed,* Harsha thought, sipping her mocktail at the bar, her red lehenga hugging her voluptuous figure perfectly—the low-cut blouse accentuating her ample cleavage, and the sheer fabric teasing glimpses of her toned midriff. She adjusted her pallu, the dbangd end of her saree, but in the midst of reaching for another drink, it slipped off her shoulder, cascading down to reveal the deep, plunging neckline of her blouse. Her big, round breasts were now on full display, the sexy cleavage drawing immediate attention as the fabric clung just enough to hint at her lace bra beneath. *Oh no, not now. What if someone sees? Pull it up, Harsha—quickly! But... part of me wonders if anyone notices how good I look,* she panicked internally, her cheeks flushing as she fumbled to fix it, torn between embarrassment and a forbidden thrill.
That's when her Uncle Sameer noticed. At 50, he was her mother's brother—tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, a rugged jawline, and a commanding presence that had always stirred something forbidden in her since she was younger. He'd been stealing glances at her all evening, but now his eyes locked onto her exposed cleavage, darkening with raw desire. He approached the bar, his gaze lingering hungrily on her heaving breasts, the way they rose and fell with her quickened breath. "Harsha, my dear niece, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight," Sameer said, his voice deep and velvety as he leaned against the bar, close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body. "That pallu slip... it's like fate wanted me to see how stunning you truly are." His words made her pulse race—*He's staring right at my boobs. This is my uncle—family! I should be disgusted, but why is my heart pounding? Raj would be furious if he knew I was even talking to him like this.*
She blushed deeper, hastily pulling the pallu back up, but not before Sameer's hand brushed hers in the process, sending a spark through her skin. "Oh, Uncle Sameer, it's fine. Just a little accident. And Raj left me all alone? Work calls, you know." *God, his touch... it's been years since he hugged me at family gatherings, but now it feels electric. No, stop thinking like that—you're married, and he's blood relation. This is wrong on every level.*
He chuckled, his hand casually resting on her arm, fingers tracing a light circle on her bare shoulder before pulling away. "No need for 'Uncle' tonight, beta. Just Sameer. We're all adults here." His eyes dipped back to her cleavage for a split second, making her nipples harden under the fabric. *He's not even hiding it. What if someone notices? But... I kind of like the way he's looking at me, like I'm desired again. Raj hasn't touched me like this in months. No, Harsha—snap out of it! You're betraying everything.* Then his friend Aarhan joined them—a sharp-dressed 40-year-old with a trimmed beard, piercing dark eyes, and a mischievous grin that promised trouble. Aarhan was Sameer's business partner, exuding raw charisma and a body honed from the gym. His gaze immediately followed Sameer's, fixating on her still-flushed chest.
"Aarhan, this is my gorgeous niece Harsha. Raj's lucky wife," Sameer introduced, his hand now resting lightly on the small of her back, his thumb stroking the exposed skin there in slow, deliberate circles. The touch made Harsha's breath hitch—*His hand is so warm, so possessive. I should move away, tell him to stop. But my body isn't listening—it's reacting, getting warmer. What kind of wife am I?*
Aarhan's eyes devoured her, lingering on her lips, the curve of her neck, and especially the hint of cleavage still peeking out. "Enchanted. That pallu drop was quite the show—your figure is mesmerizing. You must be feeling neglected without your husband. How about a dance to lift your spirits?" *They're both staring at me like that. Raj never looks at me this way anymore. It's thrilling... dangerous. But if I go with them, where does it end? I love Raj—I do. This is just loneliness talking, right?*
Before she could respond, they guided her to the dance floor, Sameer's hand firm on her waist, pulling her close against his solid frame. The music throbbed with a sensual Bollywood rhythm, and Aarhan positioned himself behind her, his chest brushing her back. Sameer's face was inches from hers, his breath hot on her cheek. "You've grown into such a seductive woman, Harsha," he whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe as he spoke. His free hand slid up her arm, fingers intertwining with hers before trailing down to her hip, squeezing gently. *His whisper... it's making me wet already. This is my uncle—why am I letting this happen? Guilt is screaming at me, but desire is louder. What if Mom finds out? She'd disown me.*
Aarhan's hands joined in, one on her other hip, the other brushing her hair aside to expose her neck. "He's right. Your body moves like it's begging to be touched—especially after that little reveal," Aarhan murmured, his lips planting a soft, teasing kiss on the nape of her neck. Harsha shivered, her big breasts pressing against Sameer's chest as they danced. *That kiss... oh god, it's sending tingles everywhere. I need to stop, push them away, go find a quiet corner and call Raj. But my feet won't move—my body's betraying me. Am I really this starved for attention?*
The seduction intensified as the song slowed. Sameer tilted her chin up, his eyes locking with hers—dark with desire. "I've dreamed of tasting you for years, niece, especially those perfect breasts," he confessed huskily, before capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring with hunger, while his hand cupped her breast fully now, kneading it firmly through the blouse, thumb circling her nipple. *He's kissing me—my own uncle—and touching me like this. It feels so good, so forbidden. Raj would kill me, but I can't stop moaning. How can something so wrong feel this right? I'm a terrible person—married, faithful... until now.*
Harsha moaned into the kiss, her resistance melting as Aarhan's lips trailed kisses down her spine, his fingers dipping under her lehenga to caress the soft skin of her thighs. *Two men at once... this is insane, but my body's on fire. Think of your vows, Harsha! Think of the family shame. But oh, their hands... I need more.* Flushed and aroused, Harsha let them lead her away from the crowd, up a staircase to a dimly lit guest room. The door locked with a click, and Sameer pinned her against it, his body flush against hers. "You're mine tonight, Harsha," he growled, kissing her again—fiercer this time, his teeth nipping her lower lip as his hands roamed everywhere: squeezing her ass, tracing her curves, slipping under her blouse to pinch her nipples hard. *Yes, pinch them—harder. I didn't know I needed this so badly. But what about tomorrow? The guilt will crush me. Stop now—while you can! No... don't stop.*
Aarhan watched with a smirk, then joined, turning her head to kiss her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers while Sameer knelt, lifting her lehenga to kiss her inner thighs, his beard scbanging deliciously against her sensitive skin. *Their mouths everywhere... I'm dripping wet. What if Raj comes back? But right now, I don't care. Or do I? This conflict is tearing me apart—wanting it, hating myself for wanting it.*
They moved to the bed, stripping her slowly. Sameer unhooked her blouse, his mouth latching onto one big breast, sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple while his hand teased the other, rolling it between his fingers. *Finally, someone appreciating my boobs like this. Suck harder, Uncle. No—don't call him that in your head! This is incest, betrayal. How will I look at myself in the mirror?* Aarhan kissed her neck, her shoulders, down to her belly, his fingers hooking into her panties and sliding them off. "So wet for us already," Aarhan teased, his fingers dipping into her folds, stroking her clit in circles that made her arch and gasp. *Yes, right there—don't stop. But Raj's face keeps flashing in my mind. Am I destroying my marriage for one night?*
Sameer positioned himself between her legs, kissing her pussy lips softly at first, then delving in with his tongue, lapping at her eagerly while Aarhan claimed her mouth again, his hands massaging her breasts roughly. Harsha writhed, her hands clutching their hair as pleasure built. "Please... more," she begged breathlessly. *I need them inside me now. But begging like this—who am I? The good wife, the dutiful niece... gone.*
They obliged, Aarhan shedding his clothes to guide her hand to his throbbing cock, while Sameer stood and undid his pants. "Suck your uncle, beta," Sameer commanded, his voice thick with lust, as he fed her his thick shaft. Harsha took him in, her tongue swirling, while Aarhan entered her from behind, thrusting deep and slow, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. *Tastes so good... and Aarhan's cock filling me—perfect. But 'uncle'... that word makes it dirtier, guiltier. I should spit it out, run away. Instead, I'm sucking harder.*
They switched positions fluidly—Sameer fucking her pussy with powerful strokes, his mouth on hers in sloppy, passionate kisses; Aarhan taking her mouth, then her ass in turns. Bodies tangled in a haze of touches: fingers pinching nipples, hands spanking her ass, lips bruising her skin with hickeys. *More kisses, more touches—I'm cumming again! Each orgasm feels like victory and defeat. How do I reconcile this ecstasy with the shame building inside?* Orgasms crashed over her multiple times, their grunts and her cries filling the room until Sameer exploded inside her, followed by Aarhan painting her body with his release.
Panting and spent, Harsha lay between them, their hands still lazily caressing her curves. *That was the best sex of my life. But how do I face Raj now? The guilt is already crashing in—waves of regret mixed with lingering desire. What have I done? Will I crave this again?* "This stays between us," she whispered, her voice trembling with unresolved turmoil.
"Our dirty little family secret," Sameer replied with a wicked kiss on her forehead, as they dressed and slipped back into the night.
*Why did Raj have to leave now? I should be enjoying this with him, not feeling so... exposed,* Harsha thought, sipping her mocktail at the bar, her red lehenga hugging her voluptuous figure perfectly—the low-cut blouse accentuating her ample cleavage, and the sheer fabric teasing glimpses of her toned midriff. She adjusted her pallu, the dbangd end of her saree, but in the midst of reaching for another drink, it slipped off her shoulder, cascading down to reveal the deep, plunging neckline of her blouse. Her big, round breasts were now on full display, the sexy cleavage drawing immediate attention as the fabric clung just enough to hint at her lace bra beneath. *Oh no, not now. What if someone sees? Pull it up, Harsha—quickly! But... part of me wonders if anyone notices how good I look,* she panicked internally, her cheeks flushing as she fumbled to fix it, torn between embarrassment and a forbidden thrill.
That's when her Uncle Sameer noticed. At 50, he was her mother's brother—tall, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, a rugged jawline, and a commanding presence that had always stirred something forbidden in her since she was younger. He'd been stealing glances at her all evening, but now his eyes locked onto her exposed cleavage, darkening with raw desire. He approached the bar, his gaze lingering hungrily on her heaving breasts, the way they rose and fell with her quickened breath. "Harsha, my dear niece, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight," Sameer said, his voice deep and velvety as he leaned against the bar, close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body. "That pallu slip... it's like fate wanted me to see how stunning you truly are." His words made her pulse race—*He's staring right at my boobs. This is my uncle—family! I should be disgusted, but why is my heart pounding? Raj would be furious if he knew I was even talking to him like this.*
She blushed deeper, hastily pulling the pallu back up, but not before Sameer's hand brushed hers in the process, sending a spark through her skin. "Oh, Uncle Sameer, it's fine. Just a little accident. And Raj left me all alone? Work calls, you know." *God, his touch... it's been years since he hugged me at family gatherings, but now it feels electric. No, stop thinking like that—you're married, and he's blood relation. This is wrong on every level.*
He chuckled, his hand casually resting on her arm, fingers tracing a light circle on her bare shoulder before pulling away. "No need for 'Uncle' tonight, beta. Just Sameer. We're all adults here." His eyes dipped back to her cleavage for a split second, making her nipples harden under the fabric. *He's not even hiding it. What if someone notices? But... I kind of like the way he's looking at me, like I'm desired again. Raj hasn't touched me like this in months. No, Harsha—snap out of it! You're betraying everything.* Then his friend Aarhan joined them—a sharp-dressed 40-year-old with a trimmed beard, piercing dark eyes, and a mischievous grin that promised trouble. Aarhan was Sameer's business partner, exuding raw charisma and a body honed from the gym. His gaze immediately followed Sameer's, fixating on her still-flushed chest.
"Aarhan, this is my gorgeous niece Harsha. Raj's lucky wife," Sameer introduced, his hand now resting lightly on the small of her back, his thumb stroking the exposed skin there in slow, deliberate circles. The touch made Harsha's breath hitch—*His hand is so warm, so possessive. I should move away, tell him to stop. But my body isn't listening—it's reacting, getting warmer. What kind of wife am I?*
Aarhan's eyes devoured her, lingering on her lips, the curve of her neck, and especially the hint of cleavage still peeking out. "Enchanted. That pallu drop was quite the show—your figure is mesmerizing. You must be feeling neglected without your husband. How about a dance to lift your spirits?" *They're both staring at me like that. Raj never looks at me this way anymore. It's thrilling... dangerous. But if I go with them, where does it end? I love Raj—I do. This is just loneliness talking, right?*
Before she could respond, they guided her to the dance floor, Sameer's hand firm on her waist, pulling her close against his solid frame. The music throbbed with a sensual Bollywood rhythm, and Aarhan positioned himself behind her, his chest brushing her back. Sameer's face was inches from hers, his breath hot on her cheek. "You've grown into such a seductive woman, Harsha," he whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe as he spoke. His free hand slid up her arm, fingers intertwining with hers before trailing down to her hip, squeezing gently. *His whisper... it's making me wet already. This is my uncle—why am I letting this happen? Guilt is screaming at me, but desire is louder. What if Mom finds out? She'd disown me.*
Aarhan's hands joined in, one on her other hip, the other brushing her hair aside to expose her neck. "He's right. Your body moves like it's begging to be touched—especially after that little reveal," Aarhan murmured, his lips planting a soft, teasing kiss on the nape of her neck. Harsha shivered, her big breasts pressing against Sameer's chest as they danced. *That kiss... oh god, it's sending tingles everywhere. I need to stop, push them away, go find a quiet corner and call Raj. But my feet won't move—my body's betraying me. Am I really this starved for attention?*
The seduction intensified as the song slowed. Sameer tilted her chin up, his eyes locking with hers—dark with desire. "I've dreamed of tasting you for years, niece, especially those perfect breasts," he confessed huskily, before capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring with hunger, while his hand cupped her breast fully now, kneading it firmly through the blouse, thumb circling her nipple. *He's kissing me—my own uncle—and touching me like this. It feels so good, so forbidden. Raj would kill me, but I can't stop moaning. How can something so wrong feel this right? I'm a terrible person—married, faithful... until now.*
Harsha moaned into the kiss, her resistance melting as Aarhan's lips trailed kisses down her spine, his fingers dipping under her lehenga to caress the soft skin of her thighs. *Two men at once... this is insane, but my body's on fire. Think of your vows, Harsha! Think of the family shame. But oh, their hands... I need more.* Flushed and aroused, Harsha let them lead her away from the crowd, up a staircase to a dimly lit guest room. The door locked with a click, and Sameer pinned her against it, his body flush against hers. "You're mine tonight, Harsha," he growled, kissing her again—fiercer this time, his teeth nipping her lower lip as his hands roamed everywhere: squeezing her ass, tracing her curves, slipping under her blouse to pinch her nipples hard. *Yes, pinch them—harder. I didn't know I needed this so badly. But what about tomorrow? The guilt will crush me. Stop now—while you can! No... don't stop.*
Aarhan watched with a smirk, then joined, turning her head to kiss her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers while Sameer knelt, lifting her lehenga to kiss her inner thighs, his beard scbanging deliciously against her sensitive skin. *Their mouths everywhere... I'm dripping wet. What if Raj comes back? But right now, I don't care. Or do I? This conflict is tearing me apart—wanting it, hating myself for wanting it.*
They moved to the bed, stripping her slowly. Sameer unhooked her blouse, his mouth latching onto one big breast, sucking and swirling his tongue around her nipple while his hand teased the other, rolling it between his fingers. *Finally, someone appreciating my boobs like this. Suck harder, Uncle. No—don't call him that in your head! This is incest, betrayal. How will I look at myself in the mirror?* Aarhan kissed her neck, her shoulders, down to her belly, his fingers hooking into her panties and sliding them off. "So wet for us already," Aarhan teased, his fingers dipping into her folds, stroking her clit in circles that made her arch and gasp. *Yes, right there—don't stop. But Raj's face keeps flashing in my mind. Am I destroying my marriage for one night?*
Sameer positioned himself between her legs, kissing her pussy lips softly at first, then delving in with his tongue, lapping at her eagerly while Aarhan claimed her mouth again, his hands massaging her breasts roughly. Harsha writhed, her hands clutching their hair as pleasure built. "Please... more," she begged breathlessly. *I need them inside me now. But begging like this—who am I? The good wife, the dutiful niece... gone.*
They obliged, Aarhan shedding his clothes to guide her hand to his throbbing cock, while Sameer stood and undid his pants. "Suck your uncle, beta," Sameer commanded, his voice thick with lust, as he fed her his thick shaft. Harsha took him in, her tongue swirling, while Aarhan entered her from behind, thrusting deep and slow, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. *Tastes so good... and Aarhan's cock filling me—perfect. But 'uncle'... that word makes it dirtier, guiltier. I should spit it out, run away. Instead, I'm sucking harder.*
They switched positions fluidly—Sameer fucking her pussy with powerful strokes, his mouth on hers in sloppy, passionate kisses; Aarhan taking her mouth, then her ass in turns. Bodies tangled in a haze of touches: fingers pinching nipples, hands spanking her ass, lips bruising her skin with hickeys. *More kisses, more touches—I'm cumming again! Each orgasm feels like victory and defeat. How do I reconcile this ecstasy with the shame building inside?* Orgasms crashed over her multiple times, their grunts and her cries filling the room until Sameer exploded inside her, followed by Aarhan painting her body with his release.
Panting and spent, Harsha lay between them, their hands still lazily caressing her curves. *That was the best sex of my life. But how do I face Raj now? The guilt is already crashing in—waves of regret mixed with lingering desire. What have I done? Will I crave this again?* "This stays between us," she whispered, her voice trembling with unresolved turmoil.
"Our dirty little family secret," Sameer replied with a wicked kiss on her forehead, as they dressed and slipped back into the night.
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