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An illicit relationship is defined as a physical intimacy shared with someone other than one's partner.


But what if that "other person" loves them far more deeply than those they consider their own? Does that still constitute an illicit relationship?

Even a virtuous woman would not hesitate to enter into a relationship with another man if the foundations of a healthy relationship—

Eyes that shed no tears of sorrow,

Lips that speak no lies,

And genuine love—

...are missing from her legitimate relationship; in such a case, she would not view an illicit affair as wrong.




**Key Characters**

Venkatrao (53)
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     Son
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Mahesh (28), Priyanka (27) --> Husband and Wife
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                           Sister
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                         Kavya (24)


Saroja (44)
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Daughter
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Akhila (18), Abhi (19)  --> Lovers

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Priyanka

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Kavya

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Saroja

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Akhila

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Four years ago...

Mahesh was sitting in a class at a coaching center, but his attention wasn't on the lesson the female lecturer was teaching. Looking at her reminded him of Tamanna—of her warm, wet pussy and the pleasure he felt while fucking it. She was his ex-girlfriend. His cock hardened inside his pants. Restlessly, he glanced around the room. There was a very attractive girl in the class—a Malayali girl named Kusuma. She had coconut-like breasts (34DD), a 28-inch waist, a 36-inch ass, curly hair, and stood 5 feet 3 inches tall; she looked a bit like the actress Nithya Menen. 

She was listening intently to the lecturer, and everyone in the class had their eyes on her. The more Mahesh looked at her, the more his lust surged. His whole body heated up, and his cock grew so hard inside his pants that the tension felt unbearable. He kept wondering when the class would end so he could rush to the bathroom, jerk off, and release the tension. Finally, the class ended. Mahesh ran to the bathroom, locked the door, unzipped his pants, and struggled a bit to pull out his fully erect cock. His rock-hard cock pointed upwards. Thinking of Tamanna, Anushka, and Kusuma, Mahesh began to jerk off.



Mahesh's body was burning with heat... He took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it slowly... At first, he thought of Tamanna...

The cock in his hand grew even harder... Then, he thought of Anushka... His cock hardened so intensely it felt like the veins might burst... He kept stroking while thinking of both of them... Suddenly, he remembered the neighbor, Sundaram, fucking Sowjanya... Mahesh’s hand speed increased... He was hissing with lust... No matter how much he stroked, he wasn't coming... With every passing moment, his cock grew harder, as if the internal veins were about to snap... It took nearly twenty minutes of continuous manual stroking before he finally ejaculated... Five minutes later, his cock slowly went soft... He tucked it back into his pants and stepped out of the bathroom.

Three months later...

Mahesh arrived at Priyanka’s house by 7 PM that evening... He rang the doorbell... The door opened... Standing right there was Priyanka... She was wearing a light blue printed saree and a black blouse... A black bra was visible beneath the blouse... Her breasts were bulging out of the low-cut blouse, a feast for the eyes... They rose and fell as she breathed... All the blood in Mahesh’s body seemed to rush to his cock... 

Seeing him, Priyanka smiled and said, "Come inside, Mahesh," as she opened the door wider... Mahesh stepped in... his gaze fixed on Priyanka’s shapely, prominent buttocks. 

Priyanka's father was watching TV in the hall. Priyanka introduced Mahesh to him, saying, "Dad, this is Prasuna Aunty's son. He came here for coaching for three months and needs a room to stay." Her father replied, "He can stay right here in our house."

That night, while having dinner, Mahesh saw Kavya for the first time; she was Priyanka's younger sister. Ever since he had first seen Priyanka, his cock had become rock-hard like an iron crowbar; now, upon seeing Kavya, that "crowbar" heated up intensely, making his veins feel like they were about to burst. 



Kavya was five feet six inches tall, with an oval face, high cheekbones, red lips, large eyes, and a slender neck. Below that, her high, full breasts rivaled Priyanka's. She had a slim waist and wide hips—she looked exactly like the actress Nayanthara. During dinner, their eyes met; the unbridled lust in Mahesh's gaze reached Priyanka. Mahesh found it extremely difficult to control his erection. He hurriedly finished dinner and left. "Bring your luggage and move in here tomorrow morning," Priyanka said. She had decided to give Mahesh the chance to fuck her.


Mahesh somehow managed to reach his friend's room, stripped off his clothes, and stepped into the bathroom. Grasping his throbbing, heat-radiating cock and closing his eyes, he began to stroke it while mentally picturing Tamanna, Anushka, Priyanka, and Kavya one after another. After nearly thirty minutes, his semen splattered against the bathroom walls. 

Exhausted, he returned to the room, wrapped a lungi around his waist, and lay down. Yet, sleep eluded him; within five minutes, his cock was hard again. Mahesh spent the entire night masturbating and ejaculating. In the morning, he packed his bags and arrived at Priyanka's house.

Three months later...



It was morning. Priyanka's father had left for the office, and Kavya had gone to college, leaving Priyanka alone at home. Mahesh walked into the kitchen wearing a lungi; Priyanka was busy cooking. As she handed him a cup of coffee, she glanced at his lungi. Noticing the heavy bulge of his cock bobbing up and down beneath the fabric, she thought to herself, "The lad is getting ready to fuck."

Mahesh untied and removed his lungi. Priyanka was stunned—her heart nearly stopped. A long, nine-inch, dark cock was revealed, its veins visibly bulging. Right before her eyes, he stripped off his T-shirt and stood completely naked. That Mahesh would do something like this... She hadn't expected this at all... As Mahesh moved towards her, he gently stroked his cock; the foreskin slid back, revealing the tender, pink head of his member.



The sight made Priyanka’s mouth water and her pussy grow wet. Moving closer, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pleaded, "Please, Priyanka... give me a chance to fuck you. I haven't been able to control myself since I first saw you." A shiver ran through her body; the touch of his hands felt searingly hot.

He pulled her towards him, and his hard cock pressed firmly against her body. A wave of heat surged through Priyanka. Mahesh cupped her face and captured her lips with his own. Instinctively, she parted her lips, met his tongue with hers, and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her body tight against his. That was all it took—Mahesh was instantly aroused. 

He kissed her passionately and nibbled at her lips, making her moan with a sweet, pleasurable ache. Her hands wandered to his buttocks; she gripped his firm, muscular cheeks, kneading them while pressing herself closer to him. Sensing her eagerness, Mahesh lifted her up, carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her.


Three months later...

Mahesh landed a great job at a major advertising agency...

And Priyanka, too... He landed a software job at a major multinational company.

Mahesh rented a separate one-bedroom flat.

One day, Priyanka brought over some biryani she had cooked for Mahesh. Mahesh’s gaze wasn't on the chicken piece, but on the juncture of Priyanka’s thighs. His hands found her breasts; he squeezed them hard and passionately right over her blouse. She moaned in ecstasy. With one hand, he lifted her saree and petticoat. By now, Mahesh’s cock had hardened like a steel rod and was ready to penetrate Priyanka’s pussy. 

Sensing his eagerness, Priyanka grabbed his member; it felt hot and rock-hard in her hand. Her pussy began to get wet. She spread her thighs and pulled Mahesh onto herself. He took possession of her, covering her face with kisses, while pressing his thighs against hers and thrusting his hips vigorously. Priyanka guided his member—which she was holding—between her thighs.


Noticing this, Mahesh gave his hips a powerful thrust... and just like that, his cock plunged deep into Priyanka's pussy. The force of his thrust caused her delicate folds to bunch up. Her warm, wet pussy felt incredibly tight around him, instantly fueling his lust. He leaned over her, gripping her shoulders for leverage, and began to fuck her hard, his thrusts deep and powerful. After three weeks of only masturbating, Priyanka's pussy felt like a godsend; he fucked her with intense passion. 



His fervor made her climax for the first time, and noticing this, he thrust even faster. Priyanka moaned in ecstasy. Mahesh slowly sat up between her thighs and unhooked her blouse, revealing her voluptuous breasts in her bra. 

Priyanka undid her bra clasp herself. Mahesh massaged her breasts with one hand while removing her blouse and bra with the other; she cooperated fully. Now, she was wearing only a saree and petticoat; she removed those too and lay naked beneath Mahesh. The sight of her naked body drove him wild—her fair skin, large breasts with dark nipples, and shapely thighs ignited a fierce passion within him.

The elders had decided that the two of them would get married in a month.



"Dad... I don't want to get married just yet."

"Dear... Priyanka..." "Don't forget you have a younger sister too... seeing my son-in-law's eagerness, I decided we shouldn't delay things any longer."

Priyanka agreed to the marriage, albeit reluctantly.

It wasn't that she disliked Mahesh; she just wondered why get married so soon—she wanted to enjoy life as it was for a while longer.

A week later...

"Mahesh... you're a cheater," she said affectionately, slipping her hand into his trousers—even though her unmarried sister was right there.

Mahesh tried to hold her back, but Priyanka got even bolder and leaned right onto him.

Unable to bear the sight, Kavya walked out of the room.

"Why are you so worked up? You didn't even realize your sister was right there."

"Hey... what you did makes me adore you so much. You didn't introduce yourself as the son of the wealthy Venkatrao—or as a Senior Vice President at Google—but instead, you simply slept on the floor of our penthouse. I love you."

Squeezing her breasts, Mahesh said, "Priya... I want to live as myself—not as Venkatrao's son or the heir to his fortune. I want to buy my wife a string of jasmine flowers with my own money. That's why I hid the truth; I prefer a simple life." Melting into his embrace, Priyanka replied, "Mahesh... I love a man who thinks that way. Even though Dad has so much wealth, let's live independently." As she said this, Mahesh began rubbing against her pussy. "Sorry again..."

"For what?"

"I didn't want the wedding date to be set this soon either... but Mom isn't doing well... that's why... the wedding had to be rushed like this..."

"It's okay, Mahesh... let's keep loving each other just like this even after we're married..."

"I love you, darling."

"Love you too."

The wedding took place two months later.

Why did Priyanka's father let Mahesh stay in their home—even though he had two unmarried daughters—when Mahesh showed up looking for a room, claiming to be 'Kusuma Aunty's son'? He wasn't a fool. He had made inquiries about Mahesh; he even visited the training center where Mahesh was taking coaching classes to check him out.

A Senior Vice President at Google based in Bengaluru... a bungalow in Jubilee Hills... a villa in the Financial District... properties in Vizag and Vijayawada... the son of Venkatrao...

Yet, with all that wealth... why live so simply... and face such hardships?

One night...

In the penthouse... while having a drink...

"Mahesh... do you like my daughter?"

"Have you met her, Uncle?"

"Are you meeting secretly without me knowing? In the kitchen... in the hall..."



"Sorry, Uncle."

"It's alright... just make sure you meet in a way that doesn't cause trouble for my younger daughter."

"Uncle... Kavya understands our situation... she is very cooperative."

"What? Kavya too?"

"No, no... it's not like that, Uncle... Kavya gives us as much privacy as possible."

"Alright, son... our Priyanka adores you..."

"I know, Uncle... that's why I can't wait."

"It would be better if you two got married soon."

"So soon? Maybe in a little while..."

"You can do these things after marriage too, you know."

"Without a job..."

"Alright... take care."



Three months after the wedding...



Mahesh grabbed Priyanka's breasts, squeezing them hard as he began to fuck her... Priyanka lay with her thighs spread wide, cooperating with Mahesh's thrusting... His hot, powerful cock was moving rapidly inside her pussy... Lust had taken over both of them... Only half of Mahesh's cock had entered her pussy; the other half remained outside... 

His hot breath was hitting her... Priyanka was amazed... her body was trembling with pleasure... She began thrusting her hips upward to meet his movements... Noticing her intense desire, Mahesh increased his speed... Now, with every thrust into her pussy, her breasts jiggled... Priyanka moaned in ecstasy... She climaxed a second time without even realizing it... Yet, as if unbothered by that, Mahesh's cock kept driving into her body... It was like a hot iron rod ravaging her pussy... Priyanka clung to Mahesh in a fit of passion... Her breasts were being crushed between their bodies...

Just then, Mahesh... He leaned over her, took her breasts into his mouth, and began to suck and tease her nipples with his tongue, arousing her... Priyanka loved it; she placed her hand on Mahesh's head and pressed her breasts firmly against him... Mahesh alternated between sucking her breasts and fucking her hard... Priyanka moaned with every thrust of Mahesh's cock... 

After about twenty minutes, Mahesh reached his climax; he drove his cock deep into Priyanka's pussy, released his load, and collapsed onto her... At that same moment, Priyanka climaxed as well... They lay resting on each other for a long time... Mahesh's cock was still firm inside Priyanka's pussy... moving slowly...


A year later...

Priyanka returned home, exhausted...

That day, Mahesh had held auditions because he needed a fresh face for a new advertisement... Many beautiful women had come for the auditions... No matter how provocative they were, Mahesh remained focused solely on his work at the office... He never flirted unnecessarily, exploited women with false promises of roles, or touched and groped them inappropriately...

However, once he got home that day, he would fuck his wife with intense, raw passion... Priyanka understood exactly why her husband was fucking her with such pent-up desire...

Just like that, on that day too, as he embraced and squeezed Priyanka from behind in the kitchen... Between office stress, traffic woes, and the gas supply being out, Priyanka was already irritable while cooking on the electric stove; when her husband started nuzzling and caressing her, she felt annoyed and gently brushed him off, saying, "Not right now, Mahesh."




As he planted a kiss on her neck and said, "Alright, darling... let me know when you're in the mood," she grabbed his hand to stop him from leaving. She pulled him close, climbed onto the kitchen counter, hiked up her nightie, and spread her legs wide. Gazing at him hungrily, she said, "Come here, Mahesh... dinner is getting late, and you must be hungry, right? Come..." She pulled him between her thighs and let out a loud, deep moan. 

Gently stroking his head, she said, "I'm sorry, dear... I was just frustrated because the gas wasn't working—it wasn't because I don't love you. Tell me... what about those new beauties you saw at the office?" As she spoke, she wrapped her legs around his neck in a tight scissor-lock, pulling him forcefully against her pussy.

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-2-




A year later...

"Mahesh... let's go somewhere."

"It's not a matter of budget... but let's do something different—let's just book a room at the Novotel here in Hyderabad and enjoy the weekend."

"That's a super idea, Mahesh..."

That weekend, at the Novotel...

In the bathtub: steaming hot water, rose petals, candles, and soft music...

The wife nestled in her husband's lap...

Less fucking, more romance...

That’s exactly what both of them preferred...

After lunch, a full-body massage at the spa—a truly relaxing massage...

After dinner, back in the room, relaxing on the bed...

She held her husband's cock in her hand while chatting...

Just then, Kavya called Priyanka.

In the past—before the marriage—Mahesh’s cock used to get hard at the mere mention of Kavya... but after the wedding, that didn't happen anymore. Did that mean his feelings for Kavya had died? That’s right...

It wasn't just Kavya; even when shown beautiful photos of many of her friends, Mahesh wouldn't show much interest. Apart from me, Mahesh doesn't really care for other women.

After hanging up the phone with her sister, she hugs her husband and kisses him, saying, "I love you."

The Novotel experiment was a huge success...

That’s why they made it a habit to book a room in a five-star hotel every three months to enjoy themselves.


A year later...



Even that started to get boring; all the hotels felt the same. Plus, there was stress in their professional lives.

Another year later...

In Goa...

On the beach...

The husband and wife are unwinding.

Mahesh and Priyanka are relaxing in a tent pitched behind a hillock.

While fondling her husband's cock...

"Mahesh... it’s been four years since we got married. We should plan for kids in another year. But I feel like... why have kids so soon? Yet, delaying it too much isn't right either. I have a super idea. If you agree, we can plan for kids after a year," she says.

Mahesh places his hand on his wife's breasts and squeezes them, asking, "What’s the idea? If you say it’s super, it must really be super. Tell me, tell me... what is the idea, Priya?"


"After I share this idea, I don't mind whatever you think of me..." "We'll only move forward if you like the idea... otherwise, we won't. There's no pressure here."

"Oh, come on... just get to the point without the rambling... I can't wait."

"Okay, okay... Mahesh, do you remember? You came to our house looking for a room, and within ten days, you kissed me. In a month, you were fondling my breasts. A month after that, you were fucking me. That’s what love is. Every moment I saw you, I’d get wet; I couldn't even sleep. We cut that bachelor life short and got married. Since the wedding, you’ve treated me like a queen. But before we were married, I loved the mischief—sneaking around to fuck without Mom and Dad knowing, or you pinching my breasts while my sister was right there. It was all so thrilling back then."

The thrill of doing something that no one else approves of is on a whole different level.



Doing something the world calls 'wrong'—that’s an adventure.

Creating an imaginary world right at your feet—that’s a daring feat.

Mahesh... that thrill, that daring spirit, that adventure... it was all so wonderful, wasn't it?

A life like that won't come back.

True... we can't pull off the irresponsible adventures we had before marriage once we're actually married. That’s why things get boring after just a couple of years.

Why should we live like everyone else?

Let’s live for ourselves.

Let’s live like bachelors again—married bachelors. Let’s recreate those daring moments from back then. For a year... let’s live exactly the way we want to. "Not for 'us'—meaning, not for the two of us together. I’ll live for myself, and you’ll live for yourself; let’s each live life on our own terms. We are husband and wife, sure, but you aren't the *only* husband for me. I have the freedom to seek out other husbands, just as you have the freedom to seek out other wives. Our paths may be separate, yet we remain husband and wife. It’s not just for the sake of the world—we still love each other—but the boundaries of our love are shifting; our love is extending to others, too...

All of this is just for a year. What do you say?"

Mahesh was stunned.

He hadn't even imagined this—that one could think this way. And the fact that a woman was having such thoughts... what did that mean for men?

"It’s a super idea, Priya. I like it. But I have a few doubts."

"Go ahead, ask."



"What if, after the year is up, we feel like continuing this way for a while longer?"

"Mahesh... like I said, we need to plan for a pregnancy after a year. It’s not good to delay it."

"Okay... so, under no circumstances should this be extended?"

"Yes."

"But what if... after the year ends... we find ourselves unable to break away from those other relationships?"

"That would mean we don't love each other anymore, wouldn't it?"

"Not necessarily... I still want your love, too. But what if I find myself unable to turn away the love I've found with someone else?" "Mahesh... if we get the freedom to roam around freely for a year, it would be wrong to think we should just keep doing that."

"True... not that it *will* happen, but if it *did*..."

"Like I said... if that happens, it means our love lacks strength."

"Alright... one last doubt."

"Our illicit affairs must remain strictly between us... no third person should find out."

"Of course... no third person should know."

"Okay... we shouldn't object to whatever kind of partner the other chooses."

"Bachelor life means... my life, my choice... even if you fucked my sister, I wouldn't say a thing."

"Hey, don't talk so vulgarly like that... I can't imagine things like that with Kavya."

"Mahesh... I only said it that way so you'd understand easily. Our plan actually started the moment you said the idea was brilliant. That’s why I spoke so vulgarly about my sister. Apparently, she accidentally saw us the first time you fucked me. For some reason, I feel it would be great if *you* were the one to break her seal too."

At those words, Mahesh turned away, sulking. Priyanka hugged her husband and said, "Sorry... I won't ever talk like that again this year. You have the freedom to decide who you want to fuck; I shouldn't influence your thoughts with my words. Sorry."

Mahesh turned back and said, "That doesn't mean we have to keep our mouths shut, though. We’re friends... we have the freedom to share our thoughts. It’s up to each of us to decide what to share and what to keep private."

"Okay... let the game start."

"Super."

And so, the two of them began making plans for a new life in a whole new world.

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Venky, a Senior Vice President at Google, was in his black Benz. He had finished his work at 6 PM and driven out of the parking lot. Usually, he would turn right to go home, but since it was Friday, he turned left instead.

After driving for a kilometer...

He slowed down. ..

She is visible in the distance...

Five feet six inches tall... a dusky complexion... a red chiffon-georgette saree dbangd slightly below the navel... a black short-sleeved blouse. As she walked, her alluring curves bounced freely—seemingly indifferent to the spectacle, as if to say, "It's the onlookers' problem, not mine." While she chatted on her phone, a couple of men nearby stole hungry glances at her, looking as though they wanted to devour her. Even though their girlfriends glared at them—thinking, "Ugh, you guys never change; the moment you see a beautiful girl, you get a hard-on"—the men’s furtive, lustful gazes didn't stop.



He pulled the car up right beside her. Just as he rolled down the window to say something, she moved her phone away and shot an angry look at Venky.

Disappointed, Venky rolled the window back up, pulled up his trouser zipper, and started the car.

The following Friday...

Six in the evening... he turned the Benz to the left.



She was wearing light makeup and a georgette saree; the saree was dbangd tightly, clearly revealing the shape of her buttocks. Her 34DD breasts bulged prominently from her blouse—she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.



He pulled the car up right beside her... the window on that side... As he lowered the window and tried to say something, she put her phone aside and glared angrily at Venky.

Dejected, Venky rolled the window back up, zipped up his pants, and started the car.

The following Friday...

Six in the evening... He turned the Benz to the left.



This time, she was wearing a sandalwood-colored georgette saree with a matching blouse; the white bra beneath her blouse accentuated her 34C bust, offering a feast for the eyes. She had jasmine flowers in her braid, and Venky’s gaze was fixed entirely on her.


He stopped the car right beside her; as he lowered the window to speak, she put her phone aside and gave him an angry look.

Dejected, Venky rolled the window back up, zipped up his pants, and started the car.

The following Friday...

Six in the evening... He turned the Benz to the left.

The same beauty... the same air of elegance...

This time, he was driving slowly; she stepped forward slightly and waved, signaling for a lift. The car didn't stop—it picked up speed instead. Venky saw her angry glare in the side-view mirror.


The following Friday...

Six in the evening... He turned the Benz to the left.

The same beauty... the same air of elegance... Same scenario... she asks for a lift... he drives past without stopping...


The following Friday...

Six in the evening... he turned the Benz to the left.

The same beauty... the same air of elegance...


She didn't ask for a lift this time... yet the car stopped. Venky rolled down the window; she was glaring at him, but he put on an apologetic face.

Her sulking vanished instantly.

She opened the door and got into the car.

Venky started the engine.


Silence hung between them.

"Why the attitude back then? You didn't stop the car even when I asked for a lift."

"Can I smoke?"

"It's your car... your choice."

"Even though it's my car... you're in it, aren't you?"

"As if you'd actually stop if I said no."

"Could I possibly say no if a beautiful girl like you asked?"



"You said no when I asked for a lift... would you actually quit smoking if I asked you to?"

"Ask me seriously... and I'll quit."

"Smoking is injurious to health."

"I know that."

"Then how should I ask?"

"You should ask like this: 'Uncle... if you quit smoking—since you smoke six cigarettes a day—I’ll give you a kiss six times.'"

"That’s exactly why I don’t come to your house—because you pull stunts like this."

"A huge bungalow in Jubilee Hills versus a cramped flat in Yousufguda... is it really worth it?"

"Uncle... you might think the house is cramped, but your son has a very big heart."

"So do I."

"For a married woman, home is wherever her husband is."

"Does that mean... you’d like to live with me?"

"It’s not just about being with *you*... I think it would be nice if we all lived together."

"Fair enough... you love me more than anything."



"Uncle... can't you talk without flirting?" "Such a beautiful girl... and wearing that georgette saree I love... Priya, I didn't stop when you asked for a lift these past two weeks, did I? That’s because... you weren't wearing that georgette saree I like; instead, you showed up in blue jeans and a white shirt. That’s why I didn't stop."

"Shit... how can you be so open... about flirting?"

"Priya... it's just the two of us in this car. I'm not really flirting openly."

"Okay, okay... but isn't it wrong to want to see your son's wife in that georgette saree you like... complete with a matching blouse?"

"Do *you* think it's wrong?" "Uncle... to the left... that's where our flat is."

"Priya... your husband is out of town... what will you do all alone? Come over to my flat... my wife isn't around anyway."

"Uncle... a daughter-in-law is the light of the home, a Goddess Lakshmi... but there are no women left in my house to light that lamp. How long can I stay alone like this? I could just come to your place."

"Priya... for me, along with the heart, the house needs to be spacious too."




"It wouldn't look right for a married woman to stay at another man's house all night without her husband around."

"I didn't ask you to stay the whole night... but if *you* feel like staying, I wouldn't say no."

"But I haven't brought any clothes."

"You have clothes at my place, don't you? Spares... since you and my son visit us occasionally."

"Alright, Uncle... as you wish."

"Thanks..."

"I should be the one saying thanks."

"For what?"

"You didn't stop your car for two weeks straight... I thought you might be upset with me."

"It's true, I was upset... You showed up in jeans even though you knew I like seeing you in a georgette saree."

"Uncle... one shouldn't come to the office in a saree like that... everyone stares as if they want to devour you. It's only natural to wear a saree on days like 'Traditional Day'."

"Priya... I work in IT too, you know. I understand what you're saying... but if you come in a saree and blouse—especially on a Friday—nobody would object." "If you really loved me... you could come to the office in regular clothes... and after work... change in the restroom... into the saree and blouse I like. Many people do that—though not into traditional wear; they usually switch to a mini-skirt and tank top to head to a pub."

"Uncle... that thought never even crossed my mind."

"Right... but why did you ask for a lift? You’re someone who never usually asks for one."

*Uncle, I wish I could tell you that this is all part of the reality show your son and I are participating in... but the rules forbid me from saying so.*

"It’s hard to get a cab on Friday evenings... they keep getting cancelled... that’s why."

"Priya... your eyes can't lie... lies don't suit a beautiful girl like you."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"You care about me so much, right? So... why don't you just stay at our house? The house being small isn't the real reason... is it?" Priya... if I were to stay at your house, I would end up spending more time by your side than my own son does... unable to say this aloud, he said:

"Priya... as a Senior Vice President at Google... I have night calls... it would be difficult without internet, AC, and a UPS."

"Okay, okay..."

They arrived at the house; as he stepped out of the car, he handed a note to his daughter-in-law—a note he had written himself.



She was wearing the georgette saree I had bought for her birthday.

She glowed like a celestial maiden; her hair was adorned with roses.

My daughter-in-law looked incredibly beautiful to me. A moon-like face, a broad forehead framed by curly hair, and ringlets cascading near her ears.

Her earrings danced gently as she moved; even an atheist would begin to believe in God upon seeing her.

Time seemed to stand still when she fluttered her eyelids like the wings of a butterfly.

Gazing into her eyes is like looking into a vast, deep ocean; indescribable emotions stir within me.

How many different expressions those eyes can convey!

They look one way when filled with desire,

Another when she gazes with love,

Yet another when she is in a spiritual state,

And they hold a different look entirely when she is simply at ease.


Words fail me when describing her beautiful nose—straight, sharp, and perfectly proportioned.

Her nose stud sits there proudly,

As if it takes immense pride in having found its place there.

All of this never fails to leave me spellbound.



Just as an arrow suits a bow, the moon the sky, or fragrance a flower, her lips are crafted with perfect symmetry.

A slightly slender upper lip complements a fuller lower lip; they are soft like rose petals and tender like the segments of an orange.

Her lips evoke the taste of honey. Many nights, resting my head beneath that long, slender neck would lead to a tender beginning.

Her beautiful breasts—how they manage to be firm and upright yet soft all at once
remains a mystery to this day.

How her slender waist bears the weight of such magnificent breasts...
but then again, a slender stalk supports a lotus flower, so perhaps it is no surprise.
Her hips are wide, yet her waist remains slender.

Brahma must have been truly inspired when He created her.

Her smooth stomach and that tiny navel...

...make me forget all my troubles whenever I look at them.

And then, descending from that slender waist, those wide, full, rounded hips—hmmm...

they are truly mesmerizing to behold.

Yes, this beautiful goddess rules my life.

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Saroja

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Love the start! Interesting premise! Looking forward to what happens next!

Super start

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"Mahesh... Kavya called. She's near a pub on Road No. 45. She couldn't find a cab, and it looked like rain was coming, so she called to see if you could pick her up."




An unmarried young woman... at 11 PM... stranded at a pub, drunk and unable to find a cab—Mahesh felt a surge of uncontrollable anger.

He grabbed his car keys and set out.

Road No. 45 was lined with pubs. The crowd there consisted of either the filthy rich or the riffraff—the kind of women who would latch onto some 'sucker' without spending a dime, make him pay the bill, and—if the mood struck—suck his cock in his car before heading back to their rooms.

What business did *she* have near places like that?

He pulled up and called Kavya; she spoke with a slur and walked unsteadily toward him. Mahesh silently opened the door, and she silently got into the car.

For fifteen minutes, there was silence in the car.

He dropped her off at her room.

Stepping out of the car and looking at *Bava* (sister's husband), she simply said, "Thanks, *Bava*." Mahesh smiled and nodded.

She gave *Bava* an affectionate hug and went upstairs.

(.) (.)

Two days later...

Mahesh went up to their flat's terrace while talking on the phone.



Kavya was there, on a call. She was in the habit of visiting her sister's place on weekends; Mahesh had returned home late the previous night due to work.

She hung up the phone as soon as she saw *Bava*...

Kavya... Mahesh hung up the phone after glancing at it.

"Good morning, *Bava*," she said, giving him a hug.

Mahesh offered a faint, unenthusiastic smile and remained silent.

Kavya loved living life on her own terms—wearing comfortable clothes, partying with friends, and thoroughly enjoying her bachelor-style lifestyle.

"Bava... I thought you were going to scold me that day."

"Which day?"

"The other day... when it got late at the pub and you came to pick me up."

"Oh, that? You were dead drunk. There was no point in lecturing you then; that’s why I stayed quiet."

"Well, you could scold me now, *Bava*."

"Kavya... it’s your life, your choice. My only concern is your safety; whatever else you do is up to you."

"Bava... isn't it wrong for a young woman to be at a pub, drunk, until midnight?"

"Kavya... like I said, it’s your life, your choice."

"So, does that mean you feel no responsibility regarding this, Mahesh?" Priyanka asked as she walked in.

Taking the coffee cup from his wife's hands, he said, "Priya... it was precisely because I felt responsible that I went and picked her up."

"Mahesh... she has absolutely no fear. And to make matters worse, you keep shielding her."

"Priya... is she a small child? Let her enjoy herself, at least. After all, we rushed into marriage ourselves."

"So, *Bava*... does that mean you don't like this married life?" "Kavya... I wouldn't say I don't like it... but if the chance arose, I feel it would be nice to enjoy the bachelor life a bit longer, just like you."

"Exactly... don't be in a rush to jump into the 'fire' of marriage."

"Akka... I’m not even thinking about marriage right now... As long as you keep Dad convinced, I’m perfectly happy living like this."

"Kavya... besides, finding someone who could put up with you would be quite a feat."

"Bava... that’s a bit much... Any guy would be lucky to find a good girl like me."

"That’s true, too... but you really should cut down on the drinking."

"Bava... if you’re willing to keep me company, I won't go to the pub."

"Am I supposed to drink just for your sake? I can't make that kind of sacrifice... ask your sister."

"Alright, this banter goes on forever... Mahesh, if you go get some mutton, she’ll make mutton biryani."

"Kavya... remember what you said earlier? That guys would be lucky to marry you? You're right—once someone gets a taste of your cooking, it would be hard to let you go."

"Bava... do you know the secret behind that taste in my cooking?"

"It’s me pinching you while helping in the kitchen... right?"

"Bava... you need to use your full stops and commas correctly when you speak... say 'helping me' and 'pinching Akka'."

"Hey... would Bava ever dare to pinch *you*?"

"Meaning... is he afraid of you?" "No... out of fear of you..."

(.) (.)

Next weekend...


"Bava... my laptop suddenly shut down... could you take a look at it?" "Hey... your sister is a software engineer... ask her."

"But this is a hardware engineer's job, isn't it? Just take a look, Bava."

Mahesh tinkers around in his own style... navigates the settings... and eventually fixes the system.

Just as Kavya is saying "Thanks, Bava," a sudden look of tension crosses her face—a browser window she had forgotten to close pops open...



...and a porn movie, paused halfway through, starts playing. Mahesh and Kavya instantly lock eyes... because Priyanka has just walked in. She is stunned to see the porn movie playing on the screen.

Kavya hurriedly snaps the laptop shut.

Mahesh quietly walks away.

All three remain silent for the rest of the day.

That night, in the living room, the three of them are watching an IPL match—with the TV on mute.

Later, Kavya goes to sleep in her room.

"Mahesh... we need to get Kavya married urgently. See if you know of any suitable matches."

"Priya... she isn't ready for marriage yet."

"Why does her preference matter? Once she's married, her husband will handle things."

"Priya... let me ask you something. Be frank."

"Go ahead."

"When you were single, did you never watch a porn movie?" Kavya, listening intently to the conversation, felt a spark of delight—*Bava* had hit the nail on the head; the sly woman had been caught.

"Mahesh... the way *I* see it is one thing... but the way *that* is viewed is something else entirely."

"How is it different?"

"I watched it secretly in my room... when no one else was around."

"So, what's wrong if she watches it in her room... when no one else is around?"

"Mahesh... doing things like that at home... while my sister's husband is there... is wrong."



"So, are you saying the fault is mine?"

"Why would the fault be yours? The fault is hers."

"Priya... even with your father in the room across the hall, you watched porn in your room—and that wasn't wrong. Kavya watches porn in her room while her brother-in-law is in the room across the hall—and that *is* considered wrong. Does that mean a brother-in-law can never be like a father?" Priyanka and Kavya were both stunned by those words; they had never imagined Mahesh would get so emotional.

"Priya... I never viewed her merely as a cousin, and she didn't see me that way either. If she had, she wouldn't have felt comfortable coming to our home all the time. No father gives his daughter as much freedom as I gave her. It isn't for her father, her sister, or her cousin to decide when she should get married—she has to decide that for herself."

Moved to tears by his words, Kavya hugged Mahesh and said, "Bava... I'm sorry. You are such a good person, yet I kept making mistakes like this. Drinking and going to pubs isn't right for a young woman. Please forgive me, Bava." Mahesh comforted her, saying, "It's alright... just be happy."

Priyanka also consoled her sister, saying, "I'm sorry... I will never bring up the topic of your marriage again."

(.) (.)

Three months had passed since that incident—meaning this took place three months before the day Mahesh and Priyanka decided to live as bachelors.

Now, coming to the present...

Will Priyanka, who holds so much love and respect for her cousin, grow closer to Mahesh? When Mahesh decided to enjoy bachelor life, the first person who came to mind was his sister-in-law. After all, she liked him—so making a move on her would be easy, right?

Kavya looks at the message her *Bava* (brother-in-law) sent—"Good morning, Angel"—on her phone in her flat.



"What is this? *Bava* rarely sends messages... and he even sent a photo like this."

"Good morning, Honey," Kavya replies. It feels a bit over-the-top, but nice.

"See you in an hour, Kavya," comes the reply.

*Bava*'s behavior seems different today.

Kavya gets ready for the office and comes downstairs.

Mahesh is waiting in the car outside the gate.

As she gets into the car, she asks, "What's with this new behavior, *Bava*?"

He starts the car and says,

"It feels so pleasant when you call me '*Bava*,' doesn't it? But if you called me by my name, Mahesh, that feeling wouldn't be there."

"*Bava*... I really don't like it when women call their husbands by their names after marriage."

"So, what do you call your husband?"

"I call him Mahesh."

"Oh... so does that mean I'm not *Bava* anymore... but your husband?"

"Is the name 'Mahesh' exclusive to you, *Bava*?"

"But you just said you wouldn't call your husband by his name."

"True... if my husband's name were anything other than Mahesh, I wouldn't call him by his name. But since it *is* Mahesh, I would. There's a certain vibration in the name 'Mahesh'."

"Vibration? Where?" "Oh, come on, Bava... you've been getting a bit too bold lately. And what was that photo you sent with the 'Good Morning' message?"

"Didn't you like it, Kavya?"

"Bava... no brother-in-law sends photos like that to his wife's sister."

"Well, I wouldn't have sent it if you weren't my wife's sister."

"Are you turning my own comeback against me?"

"Yeah... you like Mahesh, and I like Kavya."

"Bava... did you have a fight with Akka?"

"Do you *want* me to?"

"I can't believe you're flirting with me like this."

"Kavya... have I ever appeared in your dreams?"

"Bava... if you keep acting like this, I'm never getting in your car again."

"Okay... I'll come on the bike then. A bike is convenient for both of us."

"Ugh... I don't like that sort of thing."

"But getting on a Rapido guy's bike is fine?"

"Bava... that's unavoidable, isn't it?"

"You could consider this unavoidable too."

"Here's an idea... take Akka on the bike every day. It'll be good for both of you."

"You're a devil... The moment I saw you secretly watching me kiss your sister at home, I knew you'd torment me like this someday."



"Yes... a beautiful devil."

"Alright... we're at your office. I'll be right here by 6 PM."

"Bava... why all these drop-offs and pick-ups?"

"My office is on this side too, isn't it?"

"But still..."

"Don't you want to, Kavya?"

"Bava... it's not that."

"Fine... I won't come anymore."

He walked away angrily.

Kavya sent a 'sorry' message to Bava... no response.

At 6 PM, she checked in front of the office... he wasn't there. She sent a message... no reply. She called... he didn't pick up.

The next morning... he sent a 'Good Morning' message.

Phew... his sulking was over.

Just like the day before, he was in the car in front of her house at 9 o'clock.

She got into the car.

Silence between them.

"You look gorgeous, dear."

"Bava... this is the dress you bought."

"But *you* are the one wearing it... that's why the dress looks so beautiful."

"Bava... you didn't reply when I said sorry yesterday."

"Kavya... beautiful girls should say 'thank you,' not 'sorry'."

"Thank you for what?"

"When do we say 'thank you'? When someone does something good, right? You have to do something that girls like... only then do they say 'thank you'."

Kavya felt Bava was rambling a bit too much... so she checked her phone.

A message from her sister:

"So, did he pick you up? Your Bava?"

"Why? Didn't he pick *you* up last night? He's pestering the life out of me."

"That's the magic... maybe he got bored of climbing on me... so now he's climbing on you."



"Hey, he hasn't climbed on me yet."

"If he did, would you let him? Your Bava?" "You seem even more eager than I am... why don't you take your husband on yourself, dear?"

"It's alright... let's both take him on together... he really knows how to thrust."

"Yeah..."

"Really? Have you seen it?"

"That's exactly why I haven't been latching the door lately—so you could see."

"I don't know what it is... *Bava* keeps saying no... even though I tell him my sister is right there in the opposite room, he just won't listen."

"Sister... there's been a change in *Bava*."

"Yeah."

"What kind of change?"

"Maybe his interest has shifted towards you."

"Sister... we need to do something before *Bava*'s obsession gets out of hand."

"Yeah... you should do something."

Just then, Mahesh spoke up:

"What is it? Are you always on the phone?" "Bava... office work."

"Alright then."

They arrived at the office, and she got out.

At 6 PM, he showed up in front of the office. Kavya was annoyed, but she stayed quiet, unable to say anything.

On the way back, he treated her to a dosa and ice cream before dropping her off at 9 PM.

Kavya didn't like Bava's behavior at all. It was a very sensitive issue; besides, if she told her sister in detail, her sister would get hurt. Even though she joked about Bava and chatted lightheartedly with her sister, he was still her husband, after all—there was bound to be a lingering trace of jealousy or suspicion. That’s why she was wondering what to do.

At the same time, if she suddenly started keeping Bava at a distance, he would feel hurt.

(.) (.)

Venkatrao (alias Venki) and Priyanka arrived home.

The house had a kitchen, a hall, and two guest rooms on the ground floor, with two large bedrooms upstairs, along with a gym and a prayer room.

But no matter how many rooms there were, a house needs people in it, too.

 

As soon as they arrived, Priyanka slumped onto the sofa, pulled her legs up, covered them with the edge of her saree, rested her head on her knees, and—curled up like that—looked at her father-in-law.

"Mama... can I tell you something?" Venky felt a thrill run through his body at his daughter-in-law's posture; love and affection were visible on her innocent face. As she pulled her knees up to sit, her bosom pressed against them, causing her soft, rounded breasts to squash together. The top two hooks of her blouse had come undone; from the side, her midriff and tempting waist were exposed, while her broad back was visible behind—her blouse looking tiny and skimpy. Damn... what a sight.

An eighteen-year-old woman captivates with her beauty and innocence, even if her figure isn't fully developed.

A woman of marriageable age attracts with her maturing beauty and budding curves.

But a woman like Priyanka—married and well-initiated by her husband—is a different story. She possesses beauty and a gaze that teases men; she flaunts her charms as if to say, "My husband isn't satisfying me properly... come and plow me."

Venky was crazy about this third type of woman.

He took a can of apple juice from the fridge, handed it to his daughter-in-law, and sat down beside her.

"Go ahead and ask, Priya... you're wondering if I was the one who wrote that note, aren't you?" As he said this, Priyanka tried to open the can, but it fizzed over and spilled onto her breasts.

"Shit!" Priyanka exclaimed. She moved her saree pallu aside—forgetting for a moment that her father-in-law was right there—and began wiping the juice off her breasts with her hand, while Venky stared wide-eyed.




The shape of her round, voluptuous 34DD breasts... ...were visible to him. With half her breasts exposed, his eyes fell upon her nipples. As Priya leaned far forward, wiping away juice stains from her bosom with her hand and the end of her saree, they were unexpectedly revealed—inch-thick, coffee-colored, and tantalizing. Seeing those sharp, half-inch-long nipples protruding like pencil tips, he realized it wouldn't be appropriate to keep staring; just as he was about to go inside to fetch a napkin...

Priyanka stood up and said, "It's alright, Uncle... I'll just take a bath; I need to change my clothes anyway," and walked into the bathroom.

Watching a daughter-in-law walk with a graceful sway—her hips moving seductively, the alluring folds of her waist, her broad back, and her tall, five-foot-six-inch frame... planting kisses on her tempting neck, nibbling at her teasing cheeks, and occasionally chewing on her delicate earlobes; sliding hands forward—one hand moving down from her crotch to wander through the wet 'forest' below, while the other squeezes her high, firm breasts—it feels like heaven isn't somewhere else; it exists right within a woman's body. And what if that woman happens to be your son's wife?

An illicit affair with a daughter-in-law... is it right?

Any act performed with mutual consent isn't wrong.

Marriage is merely a license—a permit that says, "This is my wife" or "This is my husband." With that license, you can have sex as many times as you want.

But what about someone without a license? There’s no rule saying you *can't* have sex with them. What pleasure is there in sleeping with the license-holder? But getting intimate with someone who *doesn't* have that license? That’s where the thrill, the daring, and the adventure lie.

She turned the bathroom tap on... stark naked. In the early days of marriage, if the husband came in, bent her over, and had his way with her... it felt like heaven.

But if he did the exact same thing three years later? It feels repulsive. "Why are you in such a rush? Let's do it on the bed," we’d snap in annoyance.

But what if someone *other* than the husband did that same thing? It would feel just like those early days of marriage, wouldn't it?

There’s only one pussy... and only one cock enters it... for a whole lifetime. What kind of rule is that? Don't I have the freedom to play with whichever cock my pussy desires?

I do... I have that freedom. I don't know about other married women, but I certainly have that freedom.

He handed a cup of steaming hot coffee to his daughter-in-law as she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. "Thanks, *Mama*," she said, striking a playful, kissy pose before heading into the bedroom. He had already laid out the outfit she was to wear on the bed; she smiled to herself, closed the door, and put on the nightdress he had chosen.

He was stunned when she stepped back out—she was wearing a sheer gown and no bra.

"It looks like you forgot to put something on?" "The first thing a woman finds when she steps out of the house is... freedom... liberty... independence. Uncle, today I really want to experience that freedom," she said. 



Showing him the bangles on her wrist, she added, "Thanks, Uncle... you always surprise me by buying something or the other... these bangles are lovely," and gave Venky a loving hug.

As she embraced him, the scent of her imported, intoxicating perfume wafted over; her soft body pressed against him, while her teasing eyes and alluring bosom stirred his senses.

"Uncle... you should go take a bath and come back... I'll make your favorite prawn fry," she said. Venky asked somewhat suspiciously, "Priya... how did you know there were prawns in the fridge?" Priyanka laughed and replied, "Uncle, it's Friday night... beer on one side, prawn fry on the other, and a porn movie playing on the laptop in front of you... what more could a lonely 53-year-old man want?" Venky was stunned.

Something felt off... why was his daughter-in-law acting so bold today? She was usually so proper and demure—why was she behaving like this now? Had she perhaps quarreled with her husband? Even if she had fought with her husband, why did she need to act this way with *him*? Priya, who had been so gentle while in the car, changed completely the moment she stepped into the house.

She curled up her legs and gazed at me with a dreamy, intoxicated look.

As she wiped away the juice that had spilled onto her breasts, she exposed them more than necessary.

She came out after a bath, wrapped only in a towel.

Even though I had left a bra there for her, she didn't put it on.

She told me—her uncle, who watches porn—that there was nothing wrong with it.

On top of that, she gave me a sultry hug.

Venky was left completely stunned.

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Six months ago...



"Sister-in-law, Abhi got an engineering seat in Hyderabad."

"Really? My daughter Akhila got one in Bangalore, Vimala."

"Is that so? Well, college starts in a week. You know my son is a bit shy and hesitant... I need to get him admitted to college and settled in the hostel. That’s why I called."

"Vimala, your brother isn't in town. He left just yesterday for a project in Dubai. Send Abhi over; I’ll take care of everything."

"Will do, sister-in-law. He is quite shy, after all."

"Vimala... he’s hardly a stranger to me. He even grew up with me for a while when he was little—have you forgotten?"

"That’s true, but..."

"You’re the one making him timid. Send him over immediately; I’ll handle it."

"Alright, sister-in-law. He’s leaving tonight."

"Okay, Vimala."

"Thanks, sister-in-law."

(.) (.)

Abhi arrived in the city, and his aunt accompanied him, personally overseeing all the admission formalities. Even after moving into the hostel, he would occasionally visit his aunt’s house to enjoy a good meal and chat cheerfully with her. It worked out well for him that there was no one else at home—his uncle was in Dubai, and Akhila was in Bangalore.

A month ago...

Even though her husband had returned from Dubai on leave, he was rarely home; he spent most of his time out and about.



One afternoon, taking Abhi along... Saroja had gone to the market; taking him out like this would help him get used to the city atmosphere.


Forty-four-year-old Saroja was filling her basket with groceries, following the list she held in her hand.


Having grown up in a village, Abhi was shy and reserved, yet deep down, he harbored the same feelings as any other young man. It had been a long time since he had seen his aunt. Watching her from behind made him lose his composure; besides, he had become a bit "corrupted" ever since joining the hostel.


Just as his aunt was incredibly affectionate, her daughter Akhila was equally stunning.



Saroja paused for a moment to check on Abhi, her eighteen-year-old nephew who had accompanied her. He was standing just four paces away but seemed lost in a world of his own, gazing intently at something. She followed his gaze and was surprised; he was staring fixedly at an older woman's cleavage. It wasn't the act of staring that surprised her, though; the woman was roughly her own age and shared a similar physique. Along with the surprise came a sudden doubt: did he look at her the same way? The thought made her feel a bit self-conscious; pretending not to have noticed what he was doing, she turned aside and called out, "Abhi!" Startled, he replied, "Auntie!"


"We're done here; let's go." Saying this, she walked ahead. Yet, as she walked, a doubt crossed her mind: surely, no one was looking at her from behind? After all, her friends often teased her, saying her backside was as sexy as Anushka’s or Ileana’s. Moreover, she had frequently noticed men staring lustfully at that very spot. In fact, she knew that even now, some men were looking right there. That was why she stopped, handed the basket to her son-in-law, and said, "Take this money, go pay the bill," before sending him ahead.

He seemed to move forward with a hint of disappointment. Seeing that disappointment made her smile; she also felt a touch of pride. While those were Saroja's thoughts, let us look at what was going through Abhi's mind. Saroja’s intuition was correct. He was absolutely captivated by his aunt's physique. Even though he knew it was wrong, his gaze kept wandering to her curves—both front and back. He would constantly watch her when she wasn't looking. Earlier at the store, he had been admiring how the breasts of a woman there resembled his aunt's. He felt let down when his aunt asked to walk ahead, causing him to lose that view. While paying the bill, he stole a glance at her. Noticing her smiling at a teenage boy who was looking at her, he chuckled to himself, thinking, "So, Auntie is interested in young guys too."

Deep down, Saroja also harbored a playful curiosity about what it would be like to be thoroughly pleasured by a young man of that age. She had just realized that her son-in-law was thinking along the same lines. Although they were both aware of each other's secret desires, they maintained a composed exterior. Yet, they couldn't stop stealing glances at one another. Later, they returned home together. Upon arrival, Saroja went to her room to change her saree and left the door slightly ajar.



Realizing his aunt was changing her saree, Abhi quietly approached the door. He began to watch through the narrow gap left by the partially open door. As Saroja stood turned away, the curves of her back were a feast for the eyes, while the mirror in front of her tantalizingly revealed her frontal charms. Abhi watched her, feeling a sense of tension. Saroja heard a sound near the door; realizing Abhi was watching, she too began to feel a bit nervous. After a few moments, thinking, "Oh well, if I show him once, the rascal will be satisfied," she slowly let her saree's *pallu* slip down. Seeing her ample bosom straining against her blouse, Abhi licked his lips.

She paused for a few more moments before slowly undoing the hooks of her blouse one by one. As she unfastened them, the heat rising within Abhi’s body intensified with every hook she undid. She pulled the blouse aside, further stoking his desire. Her bra, heavy with the weight of her breasts, came into view; the sight made Abhi feel breathless. Just as she reached behind to undo her bra hooks, Abhi—already burning with desire—couldn't hold back any longer and rushed into the bathroom. Noticing this, Saroja smiled, changed her saree, came out, and went into the kitchen. Abhi emerged after nearly twenty minutes. Seeing him, she teasingly asked, "Where were you all this time?" "To the bathroom, *Atta*," Abhi replied.

"That long? What were you doing in there?" she asked with a smile.

Abhi realized that his aunt had understood exactly what was going on with him. He replied indirectly, "I was just lost in thought, *Atta*."

"How many times a day do you get lost in thought like that?" she asked with a smile.

Blushing, Abhi lowered his head and said, "Two or three times."

"Don't do it too often; it’ll make you weak," she said, smiling.

Still blushing, Abhi said, "Okay, *Atta*," and went into his room.



A short while after Abhi went to his room, Saroja called him for a meal. "I'm not hungry, *Atta*; I'll eat in a little while," he said without moving from his room. A little later, Saroja entered his room. Abhi was lying down with his eyes closed. She glanced towards his crotch. Whatever he was thinking about, his member was fully erect and straining against his boxers, looking ready to burst through. Her heart began to race, yet she stood there, staring at it. Abhi noticed—through the slits of his eyelids—that his aunt was looking at his member. Her gaze only heightened his arousal; his member swelled further and began to throb. Realizing this, Saroja couldn't bear to stay any longer and hurriedly left the room.

Abhi watched to see where she was going. She went straight to her own room. Abhi slowly got up, walked over to her room, and peeked inside. She had gone into the bathroom and closed the door. Thinking to himself, "So, she's feeling aroused too," he chuckled softly, went to the hall, and turned on the TV. About fifteen minutes later, Saroja came out. Seeing her son-in-law sitting in the hall, she faltered slightly but quickly composed herself; walking slowly toward him, she asked, "What's on TV?"

"Does it matter what's on? Tell me, what were you doing in the bathroom for so long?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"I was doing exactly what you do in there," she replied, smiling back.

"I go because I have no other choice. But why did *you* go?" Abhi asked.

Saroja shot a sharp look at her son-in-law. "I just wondered—since you take a bath at night anyway, why take one now?" Abhi said with a laugh.

"Never mind my night bath; put on a good program so we can watch it," she said to him. He looked at her. She had dbangd her saree low, below her navel, looking incredibly alluring. She had a slender waist, and the way the *pallu* was wrapped tightly around it made her lower belly bulge slightly, teasingly exposing her navel. Seeing that, Abhi felt an intense urge to thrust his cock right into her there and then. As his gaze lingered provocatively on her navel, she giggled, came over to sit beside him, and said, "You seem to be deep in thought!" He stammered, "Oh, nothing... I was just watching a program," and turned his head toward the TV. Just then, a rain song came on; the heroine’s curves were vividly visible through her drenched saree. Seeing this, she smiled mischievously and said, "Oh! So *this* is what you're watching?"

"Well, what can I do? It looked good, so I was watching it..." Abhi replied, unabashed.

"Hmm... so if something looks good, does that mean you just watch *everything*?" Saroja asked.



Abhi turned his head to the side and, gazing at the curves of her body visible beneath the dbang of her saree, said, "When you show them off like that, how could I not look?"

"You’d look even if I didn't show them, wouldn't you?" Saroja remarked.

Abhi understood she was referring to the time he had seen her while she was changing her saree.

"Well, sometimes it’s unavoidable. You look at me the same way, after all—I probably inherited that trait from you," he said, alluding to the time she had seen his private part in his room. Saroja smiled faintly at the memory and asked, "That must be it... So, what is *that* saying?" she asked, glancing at his manhood bulging against his boxers.

"What?" Abhi asked. She looked away and said, "You know, the heroine on TV."

"You saw what she was saying yourself, didn't you?" Abhi replied.

"Alright! Keep looking, then..." Saroja said and walked away.

As she walked away, the sway of her hips stirred up a fresh wave of desire within him.

Staring at them, Abhi thought, "Aunt... what incredible curves you have. I can't wait to get my hands on them!"

Just then, Saroja turned back and said teasingly, "You've looked enough; come on, let's get to it..."

Startled, Abhi asked, "Get to what?"

"Din...ner..." she said, walking gracefully toward the dining hall.

Abhi followed his aunt; as she arranged the dishes on the dining table, he stepped up behind her. Admiring her figure, he said, "Mmm... they look delicious; ready to eat..." She turned around and said, "Are they that good?" while almost touching him. "Mmm... they make my mouth water," he said, gazing at the cleavage between her breasts.

"Then have a taste," Saroja said, pressing her breasts against his chest. "They seem really hot, too..." he said, leaning closer.

"You can't tell how hot they are just by looking! Touch them and see," Saroja said.

As his aunt said this, Abhi felt a surge of intense desire; he felt an urgent need to squeeze them. But just then, the neighbor lady arrived, asking, "Have you two had lunch yet?"

The aunt and son-in-law quickly stepped apart. "What are you doing?" the neighbor asked, walking closer.

Saroja looked at Abhi and smiled, saying, "My son-in-law was hungry, so I was getting him something to eat."

"So, has he eaten?" the neighbor asked.

"Oh... if you hadn't come along, he would have finished eating by now," Saroja replied.

"Is that so? Alright then, take your time feeding your son-in-law; I'll come back later..." she said and left.

As soon as she left, the son-in-law moved closer to her and said, "Mmm... the heat might fade away; are you going to let me eat?"

Deciding to just go for it, he placed his hand on the curve of her waist, pressed gently, and said, "You could feed me, you know..."

She glanced down at his waist and said, "You've become quite the big man now, haven't you? Feed yourself." Noticing her gaze, he said, "You’re the one who made me grow up so big, aren't you?"

"Hmm... that’s a good one. What exactly did *I* do?" she asked playfully.

"You showed me what there was to eat; isn't that enough to make someone grow?" Abhi said.

Saroja shot him a sharp look and said, "It wasn't me; it must have been that heroine."

"What did *she* do?" Abhi asked.

"Who knows? I have no idea," she said, and quickly moved to the other side of the table.

"Hey, aren't you going to serve the food?" Abhi asked.

Saroja glanced sideways at her son-in-law and said, "Everything is already laid out; serve yourself if you want. I'm sleepy," and hurried into her room.

Her look had pierced him sharply. He understood that his mother-in-law was burning with intense desire. However, he feared that if he didn't handle the situation carefully, things could go terribly wrong. So, he waited ten minutes before going to her room. She had changed out of her saree into a nightgown and was lying on the bed. As she lay on her side, her breasts were visibly bulging out.

"Sss... damn!" he thought, gripping his crotch tightly as he slowly entered her room. Saroja sensed him coming in; she watched him out of the corner of her eye. He walked over quietly and lay down beside her. Without opening her eyes, she asked, "So... has the master finished his meal?" “No...” he said, moving closer to her.

“Why is that?” Saroja asked.

“My hunger can’t be satisfied without you, can it?” Abhi said, placing his hand on her waist.

Saroja hummed and said, “Wrong—you shouldn’t put your hand there,” without moving away.

“Can’t I put my hand on my aunt’s body?” Abhi asked, pressing gently against her waist. Saroja shifted slightly and said, “You can, but you shouldn’t press like that.”

“So, can I place my hand somewhere else without pressing?” he asked.

Opening her eyes and looking into his face, she asked, “Where exactly would you put it?”

He slowly moved his hand from her waist and placed it on her buttocks.

Saroja remained silent. He began to gently caress her buttocks. Saroja said, “Sss... didn’t I tell you not to do that?”

He squeezed her buttocks lightly and said, “You said not to *press* like this, so...” then, caressing them again, added, “I’m *stroking* like this.”

“You shouldn't even touch there; take your hand off,” she said.

Continuing to caress her, he said, “What do you mean, *Atta*? I’ve touched there plenty of times in the past, haven't I?”

“Where exactly did you touch?” she asked in surprise.

He moved his hand from her buttocks to the cleavage between her breasts, tracing it lightly with his finger, and said, “Right here... I did this so many times when I was little, didn't I?”

She quickly grabbed his hand and said, “It wasn't just that; you did a lot of things back then, but those aren't appropriate now.”

“Really? What else did I do, *Atta*?” he asked innocently.

Pushing his hand away, she said, “Oh my! Did you grow up without knowing anything?”

“How am I supposed to remember what I did as a child? You could give me a hint...” he said, placing his hand back on her buttocks. “Oh my! What if I remind you and you try to do it again?” Saroja asked.

“What would happen if I did? I did it back then, after all...” he said.

“You can't do everything now that you did back then,” Saroja said.

“Why not?” Abhi asked, gently caressing her buttocks.

Saroja sighed softly and said, “You used to run around naked when you were little. Would you do that now?”

“If you told me to, I would,” he said, giving her buttock a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm...” she shifted slightly and said, “If you want to roam around like that, go ahead... what do I care?”

“If I did that, *you’d* be the one closing your eyes because you couldn't bear to look.” He said this while squeezing her buttocks a bit firmly.

“What do you have that I haven't seen since you were little? Strip...” Saroja said with a mischievous smile.

“Alright, I’m taking them off then...” Abhi said.

“Oh my... I *did* tell you to take them off, didn't I?” Saroja remarked.

Abhi stood up, removed his undershirt and boxers, and stood there in just his underwear. Seeing that, Saroja laughed and asked, “Why keep *that* on?” “Okay...” he said, and as he was about to remove that too, the voice of the neighbor auntie calling out “Saroja!” was heard. Saroja quickly got up and ran outside, laughing as she said, “Show *that* to her; she won't come back again.”

Muttering “Damn!” at having missed the chance to show his member to his aunt, he put his clothes back on. Even though he was dressed, his member was throbbing painfully. He thought about going to the bathroom but stopped, fearing his aunt might tease him if she saw him. Just then, Saroja called him. He went into the hall. “Bring some drinking water...” she said, gesturing for him to look at the auntie. He was left open-mouthed when he saw her; the way she was sitting, half of her breasts were exposed and visible. Seeing them, his hands itched with the urge to squeeze them passionately. Saroja signaled to her son-in-law with her eyes, asking, “How are they?” He signaled back that they were incredibly arousing and went into the kitchen to fetch the water. As soon as he left, she said, "Wait, I'll get some tea," and hurried into the kitchen. Her son-in-law was there, running water through the filter. She stepped up beside him and asked, "How are they?"

"What?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Her boobs..." she said angrily.

"Mm... they're nice," he replied.

"What did you feel when you saw them?" she asked.

"I felt like squeezing them hard," he said.

"So, you couldn't squeeze them?" she asked with a laugh.

"Mm... I'd love to squeeze them, but the family wouldn't approve. I wonder if outsiders would?" he said with a lustful edge.

"You shouldn't squeeze mine; that's wrong. If you want, I'll set you up with *her*—okay?" she said.

At her words, he got instantly aroused. "Please set it up... I'll repay the favor somehow," he said.

"How will you repay it?" Saroja asked.

"I'll do whatever you ask. I'll give you whatever you want," he said with a smile.

"Oh my! You seem really eager to give me something..." she said, laughing too.

"Yes, *Atta*! Why go through the trouble of setting *her* up? Why don't *you* just get ready for it?" he blurted out.

She looked him straight in the eye and said, "Didn't I tell you that we shouldn't do it together? I'll set her up for you; fuck her right in front of my eyes, and I'll watch and enjoy it." He could barely contain himself at her words. He felt an intense, sudden urge to fuck her right then and there. Unable to control his eagerness, he gave one of her breasts a firm, sudden squeeze. She hissed, "You naughty boy! If you do that, I won't fix that thing for you either," and walked over to the stove to make tea.

The way her *pallu* was dbangd revealed a tantalizing glimpse of the cleavage between her breasts. Deciding to just go for it, he walked up and stood beside her. She looked at him as if asking, "What is it?"

"Aunty, it’s not just your breasts—*you* look incredibly hot and arousing," he said.

"Hmm?" she murmured, feigning ignorance. Without a moment's hesitation, he slipped his hand inside her blouse and began kneading the breast he had grabbed with lustful intensity. Startled, Saroja hissed, yanked his hand away, and pushed him aside, saying, "It won't be good if Aunty sees this. You get out of here."

Afterward, she made tea and served it to Aunty. Once Aunty finished her tea, she said, "I’m going to get some vegetables; are you coming?" Saroja replied, "Sure, I’ll come after I have my meal." Aunty said, "Alright, hurry up then," and left.

Noticing Abhi staring lustfully at her buttocks as she walked away, she snapped, "You can stare at your leisure later—come on, let's eat. I have to go out."

Abhi smiled and sat down to eat with his aunt. Once the meal was over and everything was cleared away, Saroja went to her room to change her saree. Abhi slowly approached the doorway and began to peek inside. Noticing this, she said, "There's no need to spy like that. You can come in."


As soon as she said that, Abhi quickly stepped inside. Saroja had already removed her saree and was dressed only in her petticoat and blouse. Unable to restrain himself upon seeing her deep navel and the curves spilling out of her blouse, he rushed over to her, called out "Atha!", and passionately squeezed both her breasts right over her blouse.

She suddenly pushed him away and said, "Didn't I tell you not to do that?"

"But you were the one who invited me inside!" he replied.

"I invited you to *look*, not to *do* anything. If you try anything, you won't even have this opportunity anymore—be careful," Saroja said.

"Alright, then," he said, stepping back a little.

Saroja smiled and began taking off her clothes one by one. As she removed each garment, his member began to rise and throb vigorously. With no other option, he stood there watching while fondling himself. After removing her blouse and bra, she cupped her breasts with both hands and asked, "Do you like your aunt's breasts?" Unable to control himself any longer, he rushed over in a flash, squeezed her bare breasts passionately, and then bolted into the bathroom.




Saroja smiled, dbangd her saree back on, and stepped out. By then, he had finished his business in the bathroom and was ready to go. "Where are you getting ready to go?" Saroja asked teasingly. "I'm coming along with you, *Atta*," he said. "Why, dear? To look at what's in front and behind me?" she asked with a laugh. "I've already seen the front parts of both of you; this time, I thought I'd take a look at the back," he replied.

"Alright! Feast your eyes," she said, walking forward with a graceful, alluring sway. He quickly locked the door and followed her, gazing at the seductive sway of her hips. They set out, accompanied by the neighbor, 'Aunty'. He walked behind the two women, comparing the shapes of their backsides; he decided that his aunt’s buttocks were far more impressive than Aunty’s. While he was busy admiring both of them, they reached the market. He stood close to his aunt, pressing his erect member against her palm. Looking at the vegetables, Aunty said, "The eggplants look good; shall we get some?"

"I don't need eggplants; I already have a huge eggplant at home. That’ll be enough," she replied.

"How would just one eggplant be enough?" Aunty asked, drawing out the words teasingly.

"It’s a really big one," Saroja said, while surreptitiously rubbing her son-in-law's member through his trousers.

As she rubbed it, his member grew even harder. Sensing the erection, she gave it a sharp, firm squeeze through his pants. He let out a low moan—"Mmm"—audible only to her.

Saroja looked at him and smiled mischievously. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, "Instead of squeezing it with your hand, you could squeeze it with *that*."

She gestured as if asking, "With what?"

He pointed with his eyes toward the space between her thighs.

"I'll kill you," she said, and walked ahead.



He walked beside her, gently touching her buttocks with his hands. She glanced at him sideways with a smile and stopped in front of a shop. This time, he wedged his hand into the space between her and the counter. Biting her lower lip, she continued haggling over the vegetables. He began gently pressing his fingers against her crotch. The sensation felt pleasurable, causing her to stand still for a moment. Overcome by lust, he suddenly squeezed her mound hard. She hissed, shot him a sharp look, and moved away. The mutual fondling of each other's private parts had left them both thoroughly aroused.

Just then, the vegetable shopping ended, and they all headed home. On the way, the aunt kept talking, but neither the aunt nor the son-in-law was really listening. Upon reaching home and stepping inside, Saroja quickly bolted the door and asked him angrily, "What was that? Why did you squeeze me like that?"

He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close, and retorted, "Didn't you squeeze mine, too?"

She stepped back slightly and said, "I can do whatever I want, but you aren't supposed to."

"Aunt!" he exclaimed impatiently.




"That's it! Don't do anything to me anymore," she said, pulling herself free and walking away. He went into his room in a huff, stripped off his clothes, and—wearing only a lungi with no underwear—came out to the hall, sat on the sofa, and started watching TV. After a while, Saroja came and sat beside him, saying, "Put on a good program."

"What do you mean by a 'good program'?" he asked. "The kind of program that got you up this morning," she said teasingly.

"I didn't need a program like that to get it up. It rose the moment you sat next to me," he said.

"Really?" she asked, glancing at his lungi. "You aren't wearing anything underneath?"

"Who knows? See for yourself," he said.



She slowly slid her hand between his thighs, grasped his member, and exclaimed, "Wow! It's hissing!"

"You could cool it down a bit," he suggested.

"Why should *I* be the one to cool it down?" she asked.

"If you put it inside, it'll cool down on its own," he said.

[opendoor]

Kavya