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Kavya

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Priya

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Kavya served egg biryani to her brother-in-law (Bava) while she ate a bread omelet herself.

After dinner...

As Kavya was looking at her phone, her brother-in-law remarked, "How were you born so incredibly beautiful? Your beauty is enough to make one’s head spin!"



Setting her phone aside, Kavya looked at him and said, "Bava, I want to ask you something—tell me the truth." She took Mahesh’s hand and placed it on her own head, asking, "Did you really see my tattoo? The one... *there*?"

Mahesh showed her a message on his phone sent by her sister and said, "Kavya, I would never do anything so cheap or indecent. If I had truly wanted to see you naked, I could have done so back when I was a tenant at your house—before we were married. There were plenty of opportunities, but I’m just not that kind of man. As for this tattoo... I’m telling you the truth, I never saw it. Your sister sent this photo—a picture of the tattoo you have 'down there.' Why would she do that? Lately, she’s been egging me on, trying to get me to 'bother' you. But if I were to 'bother' you, it wouldn't exactly satisfy *her* itch, would it? So, why is she doing this? I happen to know the reason."

Surprised, Kavya asked, "Yes, Bava—my sister’s behavior has been a bit strange lately. So, what is the reason?"

Mahesh brushed it off, saying, "Kavya, that’s a secret between a husband and wife—I can’t tell you."

Angrily, Kavya retorted, "The two of you, talking about me in such a vulgar way..." "Should I just stay quiet while you two keep exchanging photos?" she asks.

"Sorry... this has to remain a secret for a year."

"A whole year?"

"It’s a secret agreement, Kavya."

"An agreement?"

"Please, I can't say anything more than that."

(.) (.)

The next day, the rain subsided, and the sun came out.

Having been stuck indoors for three days, both Kavya and Mahesh were feeling quite bored.



"Kavya, my sister is arriving tomorrow, right? I’m thinking of surprising her with a saree. I’m not very good at picking things out—could you help me, please?" he asked. She jumped with excitement. "Of course, *Bava*! I absolutely love shopping!" she exclaimed, getting ready and stepping out in no time.

Mahesh took Kavya to where his bike was parked. As he started the engine, Kavya sat behind him, feeling a bit hesitant. In a car, no one would see them, but on a bike, there was a chance the residents of the apartment complex might spot them—though, at this point, Kavya didn't really care about any of that.

As the bike picked up speed, she held onto his waist to steady herself. Mahesh chuckled softly. After a while, they arrived at a large, five-story mall. The ground floor featured a collection of fancy sarees. As Kavya started to head in that direction, Mahesh said, "Uh-uh... not a saree. Let’s pick something modern." Kavya looked at him, puzzled. "A saree is just the usual, isn't it? If you want it to be a surprise, a dress would be the best choice," he added. Agreeing, Kavya moved forward. Together, they went up to the third floor, where an array of dresses caught the eye. As they walked along, a deep pink frock caught her attention. "Look at that one, *bhava* (cousin/brother-in-law)," she said.

Mahesh looked at it and remarked, "It’s hard to tell just by looking. Why don't you try it on? Then we can decide." Kavya started to walk away, saying, "Oh, no way! I can't wear a dress like that." But Mahesh urged, "Kavya, please... just once—just so we can see how it looks." As she hesitated, he added, "Please," his hand brushing lightly against hers. "No, Mahesh—how could I possibly wear a dress like that?" she protested. "Alright, here’s what we’ll do: let’s have it packed. You can try it on at home. If it doesn't fit or isn't quite right, we can always exchange it," he suggested. "Fine, get it packed," she replied. Every woman has a 'melting point'—a threshold where her resistance gives way—and Kavya did not realize that she was rapidly approaching hers. He enthusiastically got the clothes packed. Together, they reached Kavya’s house.

After unlocking the door and stepping inside, she locked the main door, asked him to sit in the hall, and went into the bedroom to get a dress. Mahesh waited, feeling tense. Half an hour later, Kavya slowly opened the bedroom door and stepped out. The sight of her made Mahesh’s nerves tingle; he stared, unblinking, completely transfixed. She waited to hear what he would say. He walked slowly toward her, and just as she was about to speak, he said, "Okay, Kavya—go and change your dress."

She was taken aback. "What!? You’re not even going to tell me if it looks good or not?" she asked, sounding disappointed.

"What is there to say? This dress hides the very beauty that a saree would have kept concealed. No, go change it," he said, glancing toward her waist.

"Oh, for heaven's sake—does it look good or not, *bava*!?" she asked, feeling annoyed.

The dress ended just above her knees. "Well, it certainly reveals the beauty that a saree would have hidden..." he remarked, looking at the area below her knees.

She quickly glanced down at her legs and said, "Hmm... alright, I’ll take it off, then."



He moved very close to her.

She took a step back and said, "Hey—didn't you promise you wouldn't bother me?" “I actually thought about not coming. But if I didn’t, it would be an insult to your beauty—and I wouldn’t want to insult that,” he said, placing his hand on her waist.

“That… that’s exactly what I said not to do…” she began, but he gave her waist a firm squeeze and added, “Alright, go change your dress. Otherwise, my hands won’t be able to stay still.”

She looked at him—her *bava* (cousin/partner)—in a state of confusion.

“Please, don’t look at me like that,” he said.

“Why?” she asked.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her lips. Pulling away, he said, “See? When you look at me like that, this is what happens.”

She shot him a playful, sidelong glance and turned to head toward her room. “Wait, just a second,” he said, reaching out to caress her shapely hips. “Damn it—no matter how much I try to control myself, I just can’t. Go on, then.” She burst into laughter.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her from behind, then let go, saying, “Sorry.”

She hurried into her room. Just as she was about to close the door, he placed his foot in the way and said, “A small request.”

She looked at him, wondering what it could be. He stepped closer and, with a hint of pleading in his voice, asked, “I promise I’ll never ask again—won’t you give me a kiss, from the bottom of your heart?” Caught off guard and unsure of how to respond, she simply stood there, frozen in place. Just then, he said, “It’s not my fault. If you don’t believe me, take a look at your own lips in the mirror. You’ll realize that what I’m asking for is perfectly reasonable.”

She glanced into the mirror in front of her.

Tracing the curve beneath her lips with his index finger, Mahesh remarked, “Do you see this curve? It’s what made me lose my senses. When something is this incredibly beautiful, it’s bound to be a challenge for anyone, isn’t it?”

Then, running that same finger along her lower lip, he added, “Good heavens—is there honey in here? My whole body feels sweet just from the touch.”

She found herself completely entranced by his words. Mahesh moved his index finger to her upper lip, while his thumb gently brushed against her lower lip.



He parted her lips with two of his fingers and asked, “I have a question—are these lips, or rose petals?” As he said this, Kavya’s lips began to tremble slightly.

“Oh! If they tremble just from the touch of my fingers, then they must be rose petals,” he remarked, gently pulling her lower lip with his fingers.

She let out a soft “Sss…” and closed her eyes.

Slowly, he slid his index finger between her slightly parted lips and brushed against her teeth.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth a little wider. He touched the tip of her tongue with his index finger. As she tightened her lips, his finger became trapped inside her mouth. He placed his hand on her waist and caressed it. She began to suck gently on his finger. Letting out a soft “Mmm…,” he moved his hand from her waist, undid his pants, and began to stir his finger playfully inside her mouth.

A wave of intoxicating sensation washed over her entire body. Meanwhile, he slid his pants down. Placing his hand on her waist again, he pulled her close; then, reaching around, he pressed firmly on her buttock and said, “Hmm… is this what inspired the company ‘U-Foam’ to make their pillows!?”

His words and actions set her whole body ablaze. “Mmm…” she moaned. He withdrew his finger from her mouth and placed his hand on her other buttock. Gently kneading both her buttocks, he pulled her closer and captured her lower lip. "Mmm..." Kavya sighed, clinging to him in a state of pure rapture.

As he kissed her lip with intense passion, he slid one hand up her back, unzipped her dress, reached inside, and undid her bra hook. He then began to caress her bare back.

Her breathing quickened, and her heart pounded rapidly against her chest. He paused the kiss for a brief moment, perhaps to catch his own breath.

Unable to bear even that short pause, she pulled him into an even tighter embrace. Still caressing her back, he led her toward the bed. With her eyes closed, she drifted away, lost in the intensity of the moment. He slowly began to lift her dress.

As the fabric moved past her thighs and buttocks, revealing her waist, she raised her arms to help. He tossed the dress aside and laid her down on the bed. She lay there, breathing heavily, consumed by desire. After taking in the sight of her—her bra unhooked and still wearing her panties—he stripped off his own clothes and joined her on the bed. He stroked her lower abdomen and began to probe her navel with his index finger.

“Sss… Bava…” she whispered.

He slid his hand further, reaching inside her panties. It was burning hot down there.

“Kavya, it’s really hot, isn’t it?” he asked.

“Mm…” she replied.

“Should I cool it down?” he asked.

“Mm…” she murmured.

“How?” he asked, pulling her panties down.

“Bava… please,” she pleaded softly.

Tossing her panties aside, he stroked her intimate flower and asked, “Shall I kiss it?”

“Mm…” she agreed.

“Where exactly?” he teased.



“Oh, God…” she sighed, as if unable to bear the intense longing.

He pressed his manhood against her thighs.

“Sss…” Kavya breathed.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

Moaning, she replied, “It feels warm.”

“So, how should I cool this down?” he asked.

Unable to hold back any longer, she pulled him over her and kissed his lips with fierce intensity.

He pushed her bra aside and began to caress her breasts.

Overcome with desire, she bit his lip. “Sss… wow! I had no idea—you’re like a little tigress in bed!” he exclaimed, as he began to rub his manhood against her flower.

“Sss… oh God… please.” Saying this, she took his rod in her hand and began to caress it.

“What’s this? Are you feeling quite ‘itchy’?” he asked.

“Hmm…” she replied, feeling shy.

“And what should be done to soothe that itch?” he asked.

“Do *that*,” she said.

“Like this?” he asked, sliding his hand between her thighs.

It was already wet down there. “Well, well—the field is perfectly primed for plowing,” he remarked, stroking the area.

Breathing heavily, she said, “Then why not plow it? Why the delay?”

“How can I plow when the plow is in your hands?” he countered.

She gave his rod a playful pinch before letting go.

Moving over her, he asked, “Shall I put it in?”

“Hmm…” she replied, sounding impatient.

He pressed the tip of his rod against her slit and took a deep breath. “Mmm…” she moaned, lifting her hips toward him.

He thrust it in, deep and firm.

“Ah!” she gasped.

Remaining positioned over her, he asked, “Should I keep it right here, or pull it out a bit?”

The heat building inside her had reached its peak. Unable to hold back, she blurted out, “Oh, for God’s sake—just fuck me!”



He pulled his rod out slightly, then pushed it back in slowly, asking, “Should I fuck you like this…?” Tensing her entire body, she said, “Uh-huh… keep it tight and thrust…”

He pulled his rod out and thrust it back in with great force.

“Ugh…” she gasped, digging her fingernails into his back.

“Should I keep doing it like this?” he asked.

“Mm… yes…” Kavya replied.

He pulled it out once more and thrust it in even harder.

“Ah… ha… just like that… just like that…” she panted.

Mahesh continued to thrust with intense strength.

Kavya tossed her hips upward with fierce, hungry energy; her intensity was enough to drive him out of his mind.

“Good lord, I had no idea you were this desperate for it,” he remarked.

“Mm… then satisfy it—you’re the one who has to satisfy this craving of mine… mm… thrust… hard…” she urged.



He began to thrust with even greater vigor.

With every one of his thrusts, her body shuddered. Both of them—he exerting himself, and she pushing him to his limits—were drenched in sweat as they brought each other to a state of pure pleasure.

The moisture flowing from her turned into a veritable waterfall.

His passion broke through all restraints. “Mm… *Bava*…” she moaned, pulling him tightly against her, her intimate folds gripping his rod with an iron-like intensity.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, he reached his climax, filling her completely.

As her body drank in the warm, drenching fluid, her intimate core finally found its relief.

Exhausted, he slumped over her and said, "Wow! Kavya, what immense pleasure you’ve given me," as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Hmm..." Kavya chirped, sounding delighted.



"When can we do this again?" he asked. Kissing his cheek, she replied, "I’m always ready, *bava*."

"Is that so?" he said. Even as he spoke, his manhood stirred and rose once more. Seeing this, Kavya laughed and said, "Oh... why the delay? Let’s go!"—but then she let out a sharp cry as he thrust into her with great force. Without even pausing for a lunch break, the two of them kept at it, intensely and relentlessly, until four o'clock in the evening.

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Mahesh left Kavya’s place and returned home, though he did so quite reluctantly. With the weekend following, he ended up spending a total of four days at Kavya’s house.

His wife, Priyanka, was still in Pune, though she was expected to return in a day or two.



Mahesh couldn’t stop thinking about Kavya. He managed to restrain himself for two days, but unable to hold back any longer, he skipped work and headed straight to Kavya’s home. To his shock, it was his wife, Priyanka, who opened the door. When Mahesh asked, "When did you arrive?" Priyanka didn't answer; instead, she countered, "What’s this, Mahesh? Didn't you go to the office today either?"

Flustered for a moment, Mahesh quickly composed himself and said, "Well, I just stopped by to check if Kavya’s fever had completely subsided," as he stepped inside. Seeing her brother-in-law, Kavya stood frozen, unsure of how to react. "Why are you just standing there? Won't you offer your brother-in-law some coffee?" Priyanka asked. "I'll get it right away," Kavya replied, hurrying off to the kitchen.

"You go ahead and have some coffee; I’m going to go take a bath." Saying this, Priya went into the bathroom. As soon as his wife left, Mahesh waited for about ten seconds and then darted into the kitchen like a flash of lightning.


Just as Kavya was placing a vessel of milk on the stove, he grabbed her from behind; she started, turned around, and found herself trapped in Mahesh’s embrace. Trying to break free, she said, "Go away! If I scream, my sister will kill you." Looking into her eyes for a moment, he asked, "Should I let go!? Are you going to scream!?" Saying this, he suddenly caught her lips and kissed her intensely.

“Mmh...” she murmured, attempting to push him away.

But he held her even more firmly, placing one hand on her buttocks and pressing down, while sliding his tongue into her mouth to entwine it with hers.

Kavya could do nothing but squirm and let out soft, muffled sounds. She broke into a cold sweat, terrified that her sister might walk in at any moment. Mahesh, however, was thoroughly enjoying himself; he moved one hand to caress her lower abdomen, tracing her navel with his finger. A tremor ran through her body.

He then slid his hand into the folds of her saree, reaching toward the thicket of hair between her thighs. Startled, Kavya gave a sharp jerk and pushed him away. Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening made Mahesh dart back into the hall in a flash. Kavya, remaining hidden in the kitchen, quickly adjusted her saree and busied herself with preparing coffee. Five minutes later, when Priya arrived, Kavya brought out the coffee for her brother-in-law. After finishing his drink, Mahesh stood up and said, “Come along, Priya; I’ll drop you off at your office.” (Priya had come straight to her sister’s house from the airport.)

A little while later, Mahesh stood up and remarked, “Kavya makes such superb coffee—it’s a reason in itself to keep coming back.” He said, looking toward Kavya. Kavya just stared, completely taken aback. Unaware of this, Priya remarked, "It’s just coffee, after all," and added, turning to Kavya, "Whenever Bua comes over, just serve her some coffee." Then, addressing her husband, she said, "And you—just ask for it whenever you want some." Mahesh cast a sidelong glance at Kavya. She looked at her sister in utter confusion, shook her head in frustration, and walked inside.

Mahesh dropped Priya off near her office. Once she had gone inside, he waited for about five minutes before heading toward Kavya’s house on his bike.

Upon reaching Kavya’s place, Mahesh rang the doorbell. A few moments later, Kavya opened the door; seeing him, she was shocked and stammered, "Why have you come here, Malli?" With a smile, he asked, "Shall we play that 'Mom and Dad' game again—the one we played the other day?" "No, I don't want to—please, just go, brother-in-law," she said, attempting to close the door. Mahesh blocked it with his hands and insisted, "Couldn't you at least offer me some coffee?" Realizing that a few neighbors were watching, and wanting to avoid a scene, Kavya opened the door.

Mahesh entered the house. "Didn't you just have something to drink, *bava*? Do you want more? Alright, have a seat there—I'll bring you some coffee," she said, pointing to a chair in the hall before heading into the kitchen. As soon as she left, Mahesh bolted the main door. Hearing the sound, she rushed out from the kitchen, looking flustered. "Oh no, don't bolt the door!" she exclaimed, moving toward the entrance, but Mahesh quickly caught hold of her. Struggling to break free, Kavya pleaded, "Please, *bava*, let me go. What happened the other day was an accident—let's just forget about it." Mahesh held her for a few moments, then let her go. She was taken aback.

"Fine. If you can forget it, then so can I," Mahesh said. Relieved, Kavya replied, "I've forgotten it," and went back into the kitchen. Mahesh settled onto the sofa in the hall. Ten minutes later, she returned, handed him the coffee, and remained standing. Seeing this, he remarked, "Well, that matter is settled—but couldn't you at least sit down and chat for a while?" Kavya sat in the chair opposite him.



After finishing his coffee, Mahesh placed the cup on the side table and asked, "What's the matter, Kavya? Why are you sitting there so quietly?" "What am I supposed to say?" she replied. He gazed at her intently; she looked fresh and composed. Perhaps she had washed her hair earlier, as it was still damp. Seeing this, he remarked, "You’ll catch a cold if you leave it wet like that. Why don’t you dry it?"

"Hmm... alright. I’ll dry it once you leave," she replied.

He let out a sigh and said, "You’re a devil," as he stood up.

She stood up as well and said, "I have no choice but to be this way."

"Why is that!?" he asked.

"Don't you know?" she said, curling her lips in a peculiar way.

He gazed at her for a moment, then suddenly pulled her close and bit her lip. "Sss... idiot!" she exclaimed, sounding angry.

"Don't look at me with such anger, Priya," Mahesh said. "My name is Kavya," she retorted, even more annoyed.

"I called you that precisely to provoke this anger," he said, and—taking her by surprise—he bit her lip once more.

"Sss... ouch!" she cried out.

"Sorry, sorry..." he murmured, pulling her into an embrace. As he stroked her back, he began to gently suckle on her lower lip.

She pulled away firmly and said, "Please, let me go, *Bava*."

Holding her tenderly, he said, "I just can't seem to let you go, Kavya. That’s why I took the day off today—do you know why?"

She found herself unable to say a word. Caressing her waist, he said, "Whatever I do, the graceful curve of your waist keeps coming to mind." He then ran his hands over her buttocks and added, "And when I lay my head on a pillow, these are what I think of." Slowly, he placed one hand on her breast and, giving it a gentle squeeze, whispered, "I feel like tasting these every single moment."

"Mmm... please, Bava," she murmured, her voice growing weak.



Noticing her weakening resolve, Mahesh pulled her into an even tighter embrace.

Overcome by intense desire, she found herself struggling to catch her breath. He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. As he set her down on the bed, the springs caused her to bounce slightly.

Regaining her senses for a brief second, she tried to sit up, pleading, "No, please, don't, Bava"—but Mahesh lunged forward and pinned her down.

The bed reacted once more; caught between the upward push of the mattress and the weight of his body pressing down, Kavya felt completely enveloped. Holding her firmly, Mahesh whispered, "I’m going crazy, Kavya..." and planted a soft bite on her neck.

"Don't, Bava..." she protested, even as she arched her neck backward. Mahesh moved his kisses from her neck further down, drawing an indistinct, soft moan from her. Continuing his kisses, he reached her breasts.

Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her quick, labored breathing. He ran his tongue once along the cleavage between them and said, "Take it off, Kavya."

She was still breathing heavily. He sat up and stripped off his own clothes. Then, lying down beside her, he moved her *pallu* (sari dbang) aside and placed his hands on her blouse.

As she tried to push his hands away, he grabbed both edges of the blouse and pulled them apart with a sharp, forceful motion. The hooks popped open one after another. Freed from their constraints, her breasts sprang into view.

As she tried to place her hands in the way, he forcibly pushed them aside, pressed his face between her breasts, and—while kneading one breast firmly with his hand—took as much of the other into his mouth as he could. She let out a soft, stifled sound, her chest heaving.



He began to suck intensely on her nipple, nudging her with his head. "Ah..." she gasped, her chest rising and falling, her hands gripping and crumpling the bedsheet. With his free hand, he undid the pleats of her sari, reached inside, and untied the drawstring of her petticoat.

Lifting her hips slightly, he pulled the petticoat down and pushed the sari up. She writhed with intense desire. He then planted a kiss upon her flower. “S…baavvaaa… hhhhh,” she moaned, dazed with desire.

He shifted his position so that his legs were near her head, bringing his manhood close to her mouth. She pressed her lips together and turned her head away. But as soon as he parted her thighs and touched her flower with his tongue, Kavya turned her head back—and in doing so, his warm member brushed against her cheek.

“Mmm…” she murmured, turning her head further until it touched her lips. At that very moment, his tongue made contact with her most intimate, sensitive spot.

“Mmm…” she hummed, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his member before gripping it firmly between her lips.

He began to go wild between her thighs. Matching his intensity, Kavya took his manhood deep into her mouth, sucking on it with great pleasure. It was so large that it filled her entire throat, making it difficult for her to breathe—yet she persisted. Down below, he was busy drawing the nectar from her well.



The longing inside her intensified. Overcome with passion, she let out a low “Mmm… mmm…” and gave his member a playful, gentle bite.

He jolted in surprise. Shifting back into a more conventional position, he laughed, “Whoa, are you trying to eat me?” before taking full possession of her.

With the rhythm below suddenly interrupted, she pulled him down toward her, spread her legs wide, lifted them to wrap around his waist, and pressed her body firmly against his. By now, she was already… His member slid smoothly into her flower, which was already slick with juices. "Hmm... *Bava* (darling)... what a way to slide it in!" she exclaimed, lifting her hips and thrusting them forward with intense desire.

As she pressed herself against him, he pulled back slightly and then thrust into her with renewed, passionate force.

"Aah!" she cried out, biting his lips playfully, and added, "So hard! Take it a bit easier, won't you?"



"I feel like thrusting like this even without looking—if I were to actually look, well..." he replied, demonstrating his intense, raw passion once more.

"Oh God! You’re killing me... Mmm... but go ahead, show me all that passion of yours—pound me hard!" she urged, writhing and matching his fervor.

He began to churn inside her flower, much like a wooden dasher churning curd.

Though he appeared gentle, his powerful thrusts were so intense that she was seeing stars.

Her thighs tingled, electrified by the sensation.

Feeling her breasts grow numb with pleasure, she pulled his hands toward them; Mahesh took hold and began to knead and squeeze them vigorously. She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer.

Their tongues were intertwined, leaving no room for any words. They were melting from within, amidst the heat of sighs that signaled their intense desire. Finally, Mahesh released everything—warm and fluid—deep into her flower. She pulled him in tightly, letting out a soft, "Hmm..." Content that there had been no interruptions, he held her close.

After remaining that way for a few minutes, he shifted to the side. "Hmm... you harbor such intense passion inside, yet you push me away, saying 'no'?" he asked, caressing her affectionately. "Well... am I supposed to just say 'come on in' and let you have your way? Do you have any idea how scared I was? What if my sister had walked in by mistake?" she replied. Kissing her on the cheek, he said, "Your sister won't be coming. I personally dropped her off at her office. We have the whole day—until evening—to celebrate!" With that, he claimed her once again.

Kavya’s "work from home" turned into a "fuck from home."

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As Priyanka arrived at her office, a flicker of jealousy crossed her eyes. My husband took a day off just to visit my sister’s place. He even took leave when she had a fever, staying by her side to look after her. And now, after dropping me off at the office, Mahesh has likely headed straight back to my sister’s place. After a long time, there was joy and liveliness in her husband’s eyes. Looking at Kavya, one wouldn’t guess she had been down with a fever for the past four days; she looked as radiant as a bride on her wedding night. In a way, it was truly Kavya’s good fortune to have found a man like her husband. Extramarital affairs aren’t necessarily wrong—not when a husband and wife are playing out this ‘reality show’ with a mutual understanding.

Her husband had gotten involved with her younger sister.

But what about her?



Right after the stand-up meeting at the office, she stepped out and checked her phone. There were several messages from her father-in-law: he offered to come to the airport, suggested she head straight to his place, and even promised to take the day off if she agreed to visit.

She deliberately ignored his messages. She knew that if she got too caught up in her father-in-law’s world, she might end up neglecting her sister. That’s why she went straight to her sister’s place to check on her. But what about her father-in-law?

Just as she was thinking that he would likely be at the office and shouldn’t be disturbed, a message popped up from him:

"What’s this, Priya? I even took the day off, hoping you’d come!"

Priya fell into deep thought.

She replied immediately:

"Sorry, *Mama*... Kavya wasn’t feeling well, so I went to see her first. Should I come over now?"

A quick reply came back from her father-in-law:

"Where are you right now? Shall I come and pick you up?" "No, Uncle... it’s difficult in this traffic. I’ll come to your place instead."

"Alright, Priya."


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Uncle and his daughter-in-law reached Birla Mandir by cab. By the time they finished visiting the temple, had lunch, and explored the Science Museum, it was already four in the evening. They bought tickets and went inside the planetarium. Five minutes after they sat down, the lights went out. Pitch darkness, so thick you couldn't see a thing, enveloped the space. Frightened, Priya grabbed her uncle’s hand tightly. Just then, a commentary began to play over the speakers, and visuals of a galaxy appeared on the screen. Priya felt a surge of excitement; in her thrill, she pulled her uncle’s hand even closer. Her breast brushed softly against his elbow.

His fingers grazed her thigh. No matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, Venky couldn't help it. He pressed his elbow gently against her nipple, and he could feel it gradually hardening. He began to stroke her thigh softly with his fingers. A slight tremor ran through her body, and her breathing became rhythmic. The darkness and the intimate proximity ignited a heat within her as well. She gripped his hand even tighter. Pressing his elbow firmly against her breast, he continued to caress her thigh with his fingers. She placed her hand over his—which was resting on her thigh—and moved closer. She guided his restless fingers between her thighs, and he began to press gently.

Unable to resist the temptation, she gave a playful, light bite to his shoulder. Just as she began to grow damp below, he too felt a few drops escape him. Leaning close, he whispered into her ear, "Shall we leave?" She replied with a soft, "Hmm..." They stepped outside, their legs trembling. They took a cab home; throughout the journey, neither spoke a word, nor did they even glance at each other.



Upon stepping out of the cab, they hurried toward their room. As soon as the door was opened, she rushed inside and collapsed face-down onto the bed.

Venky bolted the door, lay down on his back beside her, and pulled her on top of him. She settled onto his chest. Lifting her face, he began to shower her with passionate kisses.

Closing her eyes, she surrendered, melting like wax. The room was filled only with the sounds of their kisses and deep, heavy sighs. He gently shifted her onto her back, continuing his kisses as he moved downward. Her *pallu* had long since slipped away, revealing the valley between her peaks—an inviting, lush sight that beckoned to be explored. As his tongue traced the valley between her breasts, she pulled his head firmly against them. Gasping for breath, he began to nibble gently at her soft mounds. "Sss..." Priya let out, arching her chest in a surge of intense pleasure. Seeing her arch, Venky, overcome with desire, cupped both her breasts in his hands and began to knead them hungrily. Not stopping there, she placed her own hands over his; together, their four hands undid the five hooks of her jacket. The bra was pushed aside, revealing her firm, shapely breasts that stood out, bold and alluring.

Determined to tame that boldness, he took one nipple between his teeth, while gently tugging at the other with his fingers. "Iss..." she breathed, lifting her body even higher.

He slid his other hand into the folds of her saree. He encountered the thick, lush growth of her pubic hair; stroking through it, he moved his hand further down. She was burning with heat.

Continuing to caress her, he used his fingers to part her intimate opening. She let out a soft, low moan—"Ha... ha..." His fingers slipped inside. Gently probing, he tenderly touched her most sensitive point, causing her to jolt. With one breast held in his mouth, another in his hand, and his fingers exploring deep within, she was driven to the brink of frenzy.

She dug her nails into his back with intense desire. Unrelenting, he continued to stir the ocean of her passion. As a result of his ministrations, her flower began to release its nectar. A fine sheen of perspiration broke out across her heated skin. With her eyes closed, she panted softly. He then moved away from her, stripped off his own clothes, and stood completely naked.

Lifting her saree, he climbed over her. Instinctively, she spread her legs and bent her knees. He pressed his engorged, throbbing member against her entrance.



Her delicate, petal-like folds quivered with an intense, aching thirst. As if to quench that thirst, he thrust himself deep inside in one swift motion. She let out a sharp, stifled sound—"Akh!"—and then fell into a profound, breathless silence. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he began to move his member in and out—slowly at first. With every thrust, she grew damp below and broke into a sweat above, gasping for air. Eagerly, she pressed her hands against his back, pulling him closer. He shifted his rhythm, driving into her with greater intensity. Biting her lower lip, she reached down to caress his buttocks.

Whether to prove the sharpness of his "blade" or to explore the depths of her "flower," he began to thrust faster and deeper. She writhed beneath him, letting out soft, stifled moans.

Seeing her squirm like that, his male ego soared with satisfaction. In that moment of fulfillment, he let out a hot, heavy sigh and released his seed deep within her.

Her "flower," parched and craving, hungrily absorbed his essence.

After a few more exhausted, lingering movements, he collapsed beside her.



Five minutes passed before they both regained their composure.

Once the heat had subsided, they found themselves unable to meet each other’s gaze, glancing away instead—perhaps overwhelmed by the intensity of what they had just shared.

After a while, Priya slipped quietly into the bathroom. Venky closed his eyes, overcome with fatigue. He lost track of time, but the moment he heard her give a soft cough, he sat up abruptly. She was already ready. He, too, got up and got ready. Both of them came downstairs. In silence, she got into her father-in-law’s Benz car.

With his head bowed, Venki drove, wondering, “Why didn’t we speak to each other—neither while it was happening, nor afterwards?”

Priya, too, was lost in similar thoughts.

After dropping his daughter-in-law off at her home, Venki returned, without having said a word.

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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?"

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