Part 22 Sex With My Brother-in-law’s Wife free porn video

Dear Readers,

Before going through the part 22A of my story, I would strongly recommend that you read my previous experiences posted. This will give you a good enough platform to understand the evolution of this 50 year old guy from his younger days until now. This is a long story, but one of my best experiences that is the pinnacle of my sexual experiences. The story is about my affair with my brother-in-law’s wife for about 4 long years without anyone in the family knowing it, that ended (not exactly ended) in she bearing my son with the consent and knowledge of our family members, barring a few at that time.

This is about Vani, my Vani.
Vani is my brother-in-law’s wife (wife’s brother’s wife). A very naughty and sexy woman of 33 when I first took her to bed in 2006.

She was in my target list ever since I sort of approved her as a bride for my brother-in-law. My mother-in-law had requested me to have a look at her during one of our casual family occasions and give them my opinion.

She is a petite girl, she was skinny, not exactly all bones, but very little flesh all over. For me what mattered most was where the flesh was. And she had plenty of them at the right places. A nice round and shapely behind and just a handful each on the front. And for her petite frame, I felt she was extraordinarily endowed. God was generous in gifting her a shapely hips and buttocks. She has one of the sexiest bottoms I have ever seen.

But after her marriage, things were quite normal between us and our families. We interacted with each other as two people who were the son-in-law and daughter-in-law of the family. I had even lost my focus of viewing her as my target. She was never in my list of potential bedmates.

My first real sexual arousal with her was in 2004. She was a new mother to a baby girl.
One day, she was alone at home and the folks were away at a wedding. I was not aware that she had been left behind, since she had to take care of a month-old baby. And since she developed her maternity condition, her handful of breasts had grown by at least a couple of inches.

I had an envelope to give them. I realized that the door was locked. But I had a key to the house. I entered the house and placed the key on the table. In their absence I also usually check the terrace of the house just to be sure that no one had broken into. Now, Vani’s bedroom was on the way up to the roof.

I don’t know why, but I just happened to peep into the room. And what I saw aroused me. She was lying on her left side facing me. She appeared asleep. She was top naked, no blouse or bra whatsoever. She had worn a salwar. Her left nipple was being suckled. I stood there at the door rooted, transfixed by the sight of her lovely milk filled breasts.

Suddenly, she woke up and saw me looking at her and screamed out, more out of fear of seeming me suddenly, than out of seeing me staring at her naked breasts. She then realized her state of semi-nakedness and jumped to cover herself.

I apologized to her saying that I couldn’t help seeing her like that. I explained the purpose of coming and left, apologizing repeatedly. I was cock sure that she wouldn’t tell anyone, since they would blame her for being so careless as to leave her chest uncovered.

We did not speak to each other for a few days, until one day I decided to stop the silence between us and started off with a chat. We soon became normal.

But I could never forget her milky breasts, and the smell of her milk in the room. I would often tease her, by staring at her chest for quite long and biting my lips, and then she would blush and move away from me.

The next one year or so was uneventful.

That very year and the next she would come to me at my house to get some help on IT returns forms of her husband and hers. We would spread out the forms and documents on the floor and I would sit opposite her a few feet away and help her fill up the forms. This would continue for a couple of days since invariably she would forget to get some documents or information regarding the investments they had made.

She would wear a salwar kameez with her low-neck top. And as she would bend over to write down the details, I would raise myself slowly on my hips (sitting cross legged on the floor) to have a peek into her top. The top was so loose and low necked that I could literally see the whole of her top body through the gap. Her delicious looking breasts in her bra; even her waist was visible.

One day she caught me peeking into her top, and she became conscious of it. I knew she looked at me, but I continued to stare down her dress, pretending not to have noticed her having caught me. Surprisingly, she continued to bend down and display more of it. Then she coughed a bit and straightened up, and adjusted her dress, letting me know that she had realized my snooping act. I looked at her and she was looking at me. I turned away immediately aware that my wife was sitting on the chair on the left and doing her own work. But she turned my attention back towards her and said, “Jiju, I want you to look at this” and again bent down over the papers to show me her insides.

I didn’t know where to look and was confused. She looked at me and said, “Look Jiju, look”
Since she was not pointing out anything in particular on the papers, I thought she meant that I look into her dress. My eyes strayed from her eyes towards her dress and bore inside to look at her breasts.
She knew I was looking inside her, and she purposely swayed her breasts, casually, much to my delight.
My eyes gave it away.

“Should I remove it or should I let it stay” she asked.
I was not sure what she meant. Taking a chance, I said, “Remove it. It should not be there. You are going to attract more attention to what you have if you have it in there”, trying to phrase my words with double entendre linking my statements to Income tax related words.

She said, “Hmmm”

I continued, “You must never hide your assets. I know you have them. Tomorrow the IT guys might lay their hands on them. You must reveal everything. Never hide”

To our shock, my wife intervened in our conversation. “Yes, you should not hide any assets. You should declare it and you have to pay the price by way of tax of course. But it is better to be open about it, else you may face problems later”

We heaved a sigh, barely noticeable, that my wife had not seen anything of what we were up to.

After a few minutes she got up and returned a few minutes later from my room. I had almost finished doing her work for her, when she resumed her place in front of me, and after some time she said,” I have removed it. I hope it is okay now. I have done as you said” and she bent down again.

I knew now that she was a big tease, since when I peeked in again into her dress, I saw that she had removed her bra and her breasts were loose in her dress. I was delighted to say the least. I moved my tongue over my lips to make it evident to her that I liked what I saw. My heart was beating harder.

Trying to continue the double entendre conversation, I said,” You have done the right thing by removing it. Now everything is clear and visible. You should not hide any of your assets; you must reveal whatever you have. You might feel a bit uncomfortable revealing it. It is better that you reveal now, else you might find it difficult to handle later.”

She smiled looking at me staring at her body, and lifting her eyebrow up straightened up and pulled her dress down. I smiled back and whispered a “Nice” without being audible. She blushed and began to gather her things to leave. She winked back and gave me a naughty smile at the door, with her tongue in her cheek, suggestively.

Then one day in 2006, there was a religious function at their home. I had worn my traditional dhoti and its pair covering my chest. All the family members were in their traditional attire. There was a huge crowd of guests and they had occupied every available inch of space on the ground floor.

I was standing against a wall wanting to go across, trying to negotiate through the maze of people sitting along the pathway. And just as I moved, I found Vani coming in from the opposite side.

It was a single lane traffic and there was no way either of us could actually go back. Both of us approached each other until we were face to face. Now we had to decide what to do.

I took the initiative. She was holding a plate of haldi-kumkum in her right hand. I held her waist before she could utter a word, and slowly brought her close to my body. Our bodies were touching each other top to toe. Had it not been so casual, it would have been seen as an embrace. Our bodies touched everywhere. Now, she is just about 5 feet 2” tall and I am at 5’8”. So, her soft breasts were pressed just below my chest, while my erect hardness was pressing against her just above her sari folds. Not that I had anticipated it, but my penis grew to the occasion and seemingly served its purpose. We crossed each other and she proceeded to move upstairs. I am sure that my hardon was very obvious since I had a dhoti on.

Later in the day, when things were back to normal and the guests were leaving one by one, we crossed each other again. She smiled and went past. And when she did I felt her hand brush against my cock. I did not know then if it was intentional, but I did not pay much attention to it.

Later that evening, when the family was relaxing after a hectic day, I went upstairs to use the bathroom in Vani and her husband’s room. As I finished my work, I saw a pair of brassieres hanging on the rails. It is not usual for me to investigate the undergarments, but my thoughts went back to the events earlier. I was curious, and I gingerly felt her garment. I took it off the rail and checked it out. I smelt her scent on it and mouthed the cups. I checked the label for her size. 34B it was.

Well that made my dick harder. I dug into the basket for her panty and found a couple. I inhaled her musky aroma. I did not want to create suspicions, so I quickly dumped it back in the basket and put the bra on the rail and came out with a severe hard on. I looked at myself in a full length mirror, and it was too obvious. I waited for it to soften and then went downstairs.

As I walked down, she was coming up. I smiled and asked her casually, if she was feeling tired after the hectic day. She wiped her brow and said yes. She said that she was going in to change in to something more comfortable. My mind was in fast forward mode as I imagined her naked as she changed.

We were having tea / coffee shortly and Vani came down dressed in her salwar kameez. She looked at me, almost staring with a naughty frown. I met her eye and turned away wondering what that was for.

As my wife and kid got into the car to leave for our house, she came out to wish us good bye. She pushed a piece of paper into my hand and told me to read it when I was alone. I was taken aback a bit but retained my composure. Now that was making me nervous. I managed a smile and waved her good night.

Later that night when my folks were asleep, I read the paper.

It read and I quote:
Jiju, earlier in the day when I was crossing you, you held my waist. That was okay with me, considering there was no other way we could have got across. But what intrigued me was something hard poked me. I need to know what it was. And why did it happen? Then I also had a tough time locating my brassiere in my bathroom. I knew I had left it on the railing, but I found it on the floor below, a few feet away. The cloth basket was all messed up. I want to know who put my bra on the floor. Do you have any idea who would have done it and why?

Now this letter meant that I was caught. She knew it was me and was trying to embarrass me. She had also boldly used very private words like “brassiere” instead of using the generic word “undergarments”. Was she taking revenge for seeing her top naked a long time back? I was not sure.

I turned over. She was playing a game with me and I was willing to play. She would not risk talking to others about this. I got up, took a pen and put in my reply.

I thought for a while and then wrote this down:
You brought this upon yourself. You know what poked you. You aroused the owner with your scent. Poor fellow could not restrain himself. And as for your bathroom, if you leave your undergarments for public display, what else do you expect? The scent of your body was all over the bathroom and I could not help but check out from where it came from. You have quite a handful as I saw from the label. I am sorry for the mess up in the basket. Actually, I was looking for the other part of the garment and I found it too. Now what do you want me to do? You said that you wanted to know what poked you. Are you serious? Do you want to see it?

It was really a very bold letter to her, considering that this was the first letter I was writing to her in private. And imagine I spoke of all things like “scent of her body”, “checking the label”, “handful”, “other garment”, etc.

I have to drop my son’s bag in my in-laws house in the morning and that is the time I see Vani in the mornings. The next day, as I dropped the bag off, I slipped my reply into her office bag.

I sent a sms to her later asking her to see my reply. I waited for a reply. And it came. “Wait for my reply in the evening”

In the evening, she pushed another piece of paper into my laptop bag. I read it later in the night. It said:
“I am serious about holding the culprit who poked me, by his head. And now that you know my size, I want to know yours. And did you mean you checked out my panty too? I did not imagine you could be so cheap, Jiju. But honestly, I pleasured myself today when I read your letter. I wait your reply”

Now this was the boldest letter I could have received. Full of innuendos and the bold underlines below the words clearly indicated where this was all leading to. She was going ahead with the naughty game and I was a willing partner. And she also spoke of “pleasuring herself”, meaning masturbating, and to think of that she had masturbated fantasizing me and then she would talk of her sexual fantasies to me!

I replied.
“He is 2 inches when he is asleep and about 6-7 inches when awake. I have arranged for the culprit to be presented before you. Let me know when and where. Beware. The culprit can be aroused very easily when held and he could grow upto 7 inches really fast. My experience says that once held it is not easy to let him go. You will have no other way but to put him into a hot and wet cave so that he can be calmed down. I suggest that you meet him at the earliest since I cannot control him any longer on my own. Waiting your reply”.

That was a naughty tit for tat reply. Her reply came soon enough that evening. It was an oneliner.

“Are you suggesting I have sexual intercourse with you, Jiju?”

I wrote back the next morning.
“What makes you think I am asking for sexual intercourse?”

She wrote again.
“You said that it needs to be put in a hot and wet cave. What else do you mean?”

I replied. “Don’t you have any other hot and wet cave other than what you think it is?”
She wrote back with a “?”
I wrote back with an open mouthed Smiley, indicating that if she did not want sexual intercourse in her pussy she could as well cool my lil johny with her hot and wet mouth.

I waited for almost a week for her next reply. This exchange itself had taken a week. I was losing patience but did not want to show it.

I wrote to her “Culprit wants to go free. What do you suggest?”
She wrote: “I am not sure. I am scared that someone might come to know about what we are doing”
Now this meant that she was interested, but was afraid of the consequences. I had to make sure how far she could go. Was it verbal and written flirtation or was it beyond that? She had admitted to masturbating by fantasizing me, so that meant she desired me and if I could be available she could go all the way.

I replied,” If we take care and don’t tell it to anybody ourselves, why would anyone else know?”

Silence from the other end.

I knew she was developing cold feet. Even her morning and evening smiles were vanishing. She would not look me in the eye. I decided that we wanted each other anyway, so I had to think of a way out to get her. But our interactions were limited to morning and evening meetings when I would drop and collect the bags.

One Saturday, which is a holiday for me, I was alone at home. I was watching a movie on TV “Burning Train” and it showed a song in the train picturised on Asha Sachdev the buxom and sexy actress of yesteryears. I had an arousal as usual. I took of my dhoti and underwear and began to stiffen my cock by rubbing it and getting it ready for a round of masturbation.

The song ended soon and I was soon interrupted in my fantasies by a knock on the door. I immediately wrapped the dhoti and opened. It was the flower lady and I took the flowers and dismissed her.

My erection had died down but I was determined to release my morning load of cum. I remembered Vani and took out a photograph of hers. I find this picture to be one of the sexiest photo of hers. I have multiple prints and I use one each time to excite myself. And the result of my masturbation is usually spread all over the photo on her face. She made a good picture with my cum on her face.

I threw my dhoti off and settled on the sofa with her picture in my hand. I began to imagine having sex with her and started masturbating. I was approaching climax and began to kiss her photo. I immediately ejaculated and sent out a huge load of cum flying in the air across the room. I directed a few drops on to the photo. I thought I heard a gasp. I let out some more shots and then slowly my fellow wilted in my hands. I placed a drop of cum that was on my finger on her mouth in the photograph. I spoke to her photograph, “Oh..Vani…you look so sexy with all the cum on your face. You suck so well sexy.”

I collapsed again on the sofa. My knees were weak. I heard the gasp again. I thought I was dreaming but then I turned around and got up with a shock.

There she was. Vani with her right hand buried inside her salwar. She was breathing heavily and looked like she had masturbated herself to orgasm. How the hell she came in, I thought. I must not have locked the door after the flower lady left.

She had come in well early and had been there during the entire time I sat there masturbating on her photo. I immediately realized that I was totally naked. I scrambled to fetch my dhoti. I dropped the photo in the process. She was watching me all the while and was suppressing a giggle. She picked up the photo.

I was shamed. She had taken her revenge and more than that, again. She looked at her messed up photo.

She looked at me with a mock anger and I had to mutter something partly in protest, and partly in apology. I don’t even remember what I said. But what I said must have been really stupid, because she giggled. She had picked up the photo in her hand and was examining it.

“What Jiju? You have spoilt my photo. And what is this? On my mouth here?” and she stretched her hand to show and ask me.

She was asking about the drop of semen that I had pasted on her mouth in the photo. Unconsciously, my penis was now back to its original hardness and stood proudly saluting this woman. She had one look at it and said, “What Jiju? I am sorry to have disturbed your daily exercise. It seems that you can’t get much from didi, and that is why you have to do with my photo. Can I help you?”

Now what was this? An invitation to fuck her? I was still not sure. She sure was naughty, but I thought she had chickened out. I played her game.

“You can help me of course. I would very much love to do it for real, and not with the photo. And you wanted to see and catch the culprit, right? This is your chance.” I said.

“Let me see” and she approached me.
“Close the door, Vani”
“I have closed it already” she said.

She dropped on her knees and with her forefinger ordered me to come closer to her. I walked up to her naked with my penis wobbling in front of her face. She looked at it, almost inspecting it, without touching it. I was aching. I wanted this sexy woman to hold it and envelope it inside her wet luscious mouth. Her breathing was hard and her breasts heaved.

She looked at it from all sides, and then with a “Hmmm” she got up. “I think, that he is too cute to be punished for his crime. I forgive him”. My face dropped in disappointment as I had expected this to go further.

I tried to hold her hand but she moved away and said, “Dress up. Jiju. I have to leave now”
“Why did you come then?” I asked.

“To see if you need anything”, she said as a matter of fact. Now she was torturing me, sure.

My penis began to grow limp at the sudden anticlimax. She looked at it and suppressed a smile, but it showed in her eyes.

I quickly gathered my dhoti and wrapped it around, as she winked at me and gave me a flying kiss and left locking the door behind her.

I collapsed on the sofa, my head in my hands trying to gather my senses. It was too fast and too heady.

That was it for the day. I was left with a semi erect penis for all most the entire day and it was only late in the evening when my wife returned from work that I could get a release. She could never have guessed what made me a wild tiger in bed that day.

That was the closest I had come to her, in terms of being naked. Now she had seen me completely naked. But I hadn’t. The only parts I had a view of hers was her breasts, a few years ago.

After a brief lull I resumed our message sending. This time it was not paper chits, but sms texts on the cell phone.

Now it so happened one day in late 2006, my brother in law had gone out of station for a training session for a team in a resort on the outskirts of the city. In the middle of the night I received a call from him that he had had an accident and had broken his knee and his friends were driving him down to a hospital near our place. I rushed, got him admitted and stayed with him till my in-laws and Vani came in in the morning.

My brother-in-law was bed ridden for almost 4 months. And I smelt an opportunity to continue to flirt with this girl, his dear wife.

I sent an sms
“How are you spending your nights? Must be difficult for you”
“What do you mean?”

“He is down. How do you manage?”

There was silence.
“I use my hand on him; when he wants it”
“That is okay. But how do you manage?”

There was silence and I received no reply that day.
Two days later, I received a text sms.

“Whats up?”
“The culprit was awake and I was holding his neck”

She sent a smiley and then
“What are you doing?”
“Told you. Was trying to punish him for hurting you”

“I forgave him”
“But I won’t. Else you have to provide him with some space where I can drown him”

“You know I can’t do it”
“Why not? You like me, don’t you?”
“I like you. But he is there no?”
“How are you satisfying yourself?”

“I am using my hand, what else?”
“You need me. We need each other”

There was silence and no more messages followed. I waited for about 10 minutes and then went off to sleep, taking care to delete all the messages.

Then about 2 months later I had my chance. My brother-in-law was in the hospital, and was admitted to remove the stitches of the surgery. He would have been in the hospital for about a week. That particular day I received a call from my father-in-law that he wanted me to come to their house early from office. He wanted me to have a look at the three new rooms upstairs he had constructed and give my opinion so that he could pass on the information to the contractor to do the job.

Now everything that happened that afternoon was my luck. I reached their house and knocked. The door was open and I entered. I could hear my mother-in-law in the kitchen. I also saw Vani’s bag on the chair nearby, meaning she had just returned from work and would have probably gone upstairs to change. (I knew her ways). My father-in-law appeared in the hall from his room and greeted me. I made brief enquiries about his son in the hospital. He asked me to go upstairs and have a good look. Obviously, he had not noticed Vani’s bag.

I nodded and doubled up the staircase to her room. These new rooms were further away from her room and I had to pass hers. As I reached the top I tiptoed. I peeped in and tried to check. She wasn’t around. The door was slightly open. I peeked in. She was in the toilet. I waited quietly. I heard her coming out. I noticed that she was in her petticoat and her blouse. My…My…she looked a sex goddess.

I waited for a minute.
I heard some ruffling and I made a quick guess. She would have stripped. I entered with a quick move.

She was shocked and numbed into silence. She could barely speak or scream. She was standing there in only her white bra and pink panty. She was rooted. She was staring at me. I quickly put my finger to my lips to motion her to keep quiet.

I closed the door slightly behind me and came in a few steps. She backed a few steps. I moved in closer.
“If you talk you are at risk” I said, trying to keep my voice down but at the same time wanting to sound firm.

“Please go Jiju. Someone might come in. It won’t be good for us.” She whispered, almost pleading.

She had begun to sweat and was breathing hard. Her beautiful cleavage was opening and closing with each breath. She saw that I was staring at her breasts and she quickly moved her hands up to cover her chest.

I moved closer to her and said, “Vani. Today I will not spare you. I have to see you naked at least. Come Vani. Come into my arms.” I opened my arms wide. She shook her head and backed up against the wall.

She was pleading and requesting me to leave. It appeared that she was not as much worried of my advances towards her as much as of the fear that someone would barge in and we would be humiliated. I decided to take my chances.

I quickly unzipped my pants and adjusting my underwear brought my penis that was now a full 6 inch monster. She let out a gasp and she was beginning to cry. I said, “Shhh. Royegi to koi sunlega aur upar aa jayega. Chup raho” (If you cry, someone will hear and come up. Be quiet)

She probably realized the futility of crying out and suppressed herself. She was now against the wall. I moved upto her and held her hands and pulled them aside.

She resisted but I was too strong for her. I lifted her hands and raised it above her head. Her hairy armpits came into view.

“Shave nahin karti kya? Ajay ko pasand hai?” I teased her. She turned her face away.
I pressed myself against her and attempted to kiss her lips. She moved her face away. She was breathing heavily and her 34B breasts rubbed up and down against my chest. I kissed her neck and face. I licked her cheeks.
(Don’t you shave? Does Ajay like it?)

She was like protesting with a “hmmmpppp” avoiding being kissed on her lips. I moved my lips to her chest and showered her with wet kisses, completing it with licks with my tongue.

I was now hard against her seminaked body. I took my chance to release her left hand and moved down to release the front hooks of her bra. “Nahin Jiju..please nahin” she pleaded again. (No..please don’t)

I was not listening and separated the cups to reveal the two medium sized mammary glands that I craved to love. I bent lower and kissed her nipples and then mouthed one of them and sucked briefly. I looked up. She had closed her eyes and her body was shivering and jerking. She had tears in them.

“Kyon ro rahi ho?”, I whispered. “Mujhe nanga dekh kar to bahut khush hui thi?”
(Why are you crying? You were very happy when you saw me naked?)

They were soft and silky. I pressed them hard as I rose again. She winced in pain as I squeezed her. I then moved her panty aside and rubbed my dick against her pussy. To my surprise I was greeted with wetness. She was aroused too.

I pressed myself again and then with one hand holding her panty aside to expose her cunt, I grabbed my penis in my fist of the other and began to masturbate hard and fast. I must have stroked for about a minute or so and I could feel it coming up. I looked at her. Her face was down and she was looking at me stroking myself. There was absolutely no resistance now, and it appeared that she was waiting for me to cum. Her naked breasts pressed against my chest were heaving. Her eyes intermittently closed and she pushed her head back against the wall. Her mouth was open with ecstasy. I bent down to kiss on her mouth. She made an attempt to raise her hand to hold my face but she pulled back.

I positioned my dick against her cunt hole and stroked a few more times and gently guided the shower of cum against it. Some of it immediately dripped off onto the floor. When I had finished, I gently put the panty back to its place, leaving with blob of wetness on her panty stained by my cum. I pressed her garment against her crotch. She sighed as my hand went there and she shivered. I smeared my cum on her pussy. She looked up at me; she had a drop of tear about to appear in the corner of her eye.

I leaned forward and kissed her on her eyes and lips. I released my softening dick and took her in my embrace. No resistance felt. I moved to her shoulder to remove the bra and make her top naked. She instantly covered herself with her hands.

I took her bra, moved back and pushed it in my trouser pocket. I pushed my penis inside and zipped up.

I took her in my arms once again holding her waist. She shivered again, and I could see her goose pimples. I pressed her waist, kissed her cheeks on either side and whispered, “Vani. This will be a secret between us. I promise.” I kissed her mouth once again and fondling her heaving breasts, stepped back.

She stood still against the wall, looking at me backing up. She looked beautiful standing there with her head back against the wall, with her beautiful sexy breasts exposed and with a panty wet with my cum.

I walked up to the door, opened it, looked back and gave her a wink and a pouted kiss. I closed the door. I had her bra in my pocket and I adjusted it so that it was not visible. I looked at my watch and estimated that I had taken about 9 minutes with her.

I checked out the new rooms and made a mental note of comments and quickly went down. My mother-in-law was there and asked me when I had come. I made general conversation enquiring about her son’s operation, etc. A few minutes later, Vani came down and avoided looking at me and headed straight for the kitchen. My mother-in-law offered coffee and asked Vani to prepare some for me.

I heard some murmurs between the two. I couldn’t make out what she was complaining about. She came out with two cups of coffee and handing over one to my father-in-law, she kept the other far away from where I sat. My mother-in-law asked her to hand it to me. She returned and picking up the glass handed it over to me, looking away. I took the glass, brushing my fingers against hers. She quivered and breathing rose rapidly. Clearly I was arousing this girl sexually. She won’t be able to stay away from me for long, I thought.

I finished my coffee and as was my practice I walked into the kitchen to keep it in the sink. She was alone in the kitchen preparing for the dinner. I placed the cup in the sink, turned around, and as I walked back, I patted her behind. She shook violently, breathing hard and almost collapsed. She held on to the kitchen platform, head bent low.

I left their house, knowing that this girl was in my control. Only now, I did not want to rape her, I wanted her to come and have sex with me of her own free will.

I avoided her for the next few days, to prevent any embarrassment to her. I had hoped that she would have recovered from our encounter.

I tried to sms her in between a few times, but I never received any reply.
Then I tried once again about a week after the incident.

“Are you okay?”
“Not after what you did to me”

“I did not do anything that you did not like or want”
There was a silence. And then it resumed.

“It is not right Jiju. It is incest”
“No incest here. We are not related by blood. Unless you want a child from me then we are related through our child”

Silence again.
“Chee” she replied.

“We can do it without child. We will take care abt it”
“I need time”

I had broken her resistance completely. She was willing, but was afraid. I replied almost immediately.
“No probs. Take your time. I will try and set up for us to be alone and enjoy. Love you”
“Just let me know when your safe period is”

After a couple of minutes, I received a reply “Btwn nxt tue and sat”
Another text in minutes: “Jiju. Pls don’t break my trust”

“Leave it to me. No one will know”
“I can’t say I love you Jiju. But I like you”

“U will start loving me”
I decided to be a little naughty. “U love the culprit don’t you?”

No reply for some time.
“Don’t tease me. I let you do it that day, didn’t I?”
“You had no choice. Almost raped you. You liked what you got?”

Silence for a few minutes. My heart was beating.
“Yes. Why is it salty?”

I was shocked. She had tasted it!
I lost no time replying: “You tasted it?”

Her next reply took quite some time to arrive. Obviously she had not realized the implication of her statement that implied that she had tasted my cum after I left.

“Yes. Now don’t tease me about it”
“You liked it? I would love to feed you more of it when we meet”

“Ok”
“You have not tasted Ajay’s?”

“No”
“I want one thing from you. Can you trim your pubic hair for me? No force”

“Will try. I hope he won’t notice”
“Thanks and good night”

“Are you going to sleep? And where is Didi?” she replied.
“Didi is working on her papers. She will have a tough time tonight”
She sent a smiley. ;)

I knew this girl was mine now, and it was only a matter of time that she would be in bed with me.

We did not meet for the next few days and in anyway they were uneventful. My wife was having her periods and I had to keep myself happy by masturbating fantasizing Vani.

I went over to their house on Saturday for lunch while my wife was working and my child was in school. I planned to flirt with her.

I was early and my in-laws had gone to the hospital. I was greeted by Vani. She avoided looking at me. I asked her about the others in the house and she gave me the information. I asked her when they would return from the hospital. They said that they would be back in another hour.

As she turned to go, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me. “No Jiju. Not now it is dangerous”
I did not leave her; I embraced her and crushed her to me. She resisted and put her arms in between us.

Holding her face with one hand and the other around her waist, I planted a kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and her lips quivered.

“You are behaving like you have never been kissed before” I said.
“I have not been kissed like this other than by Ajay. I am scared, Jiju” she replied with her face down.

“I will take care of everything. No one will ever know about us. You just leave everything to me. Come to me when you feel like and I will come to you when I feel like. Okay?” I said and took a full lipped kiss.

Our tongues darted into each other’s mouths and tasted the forbidden. We separated after a minute panting for breath. Her breast was heaving. Her dupatta had already fallen down and my erection had created a massive tent down there. She pushed herself back and took a good look at the protrusion.

“Vani we have some time with us. Can’t we do it now please?”
“No Jiju. It is not safe now. Someone might just come in. Also, I am having my periods now.”
Shit, I thought, there went my chance. Both of them had their periods, and I never liked having sex during this time.

“Is lunch ready?” I asked.
“Yes”

“Will you have lunch with me or wait for our in-laws”
“They have told me not to wait for them”

“That is good. How about some appetizers?”
“What do you want?”

“Your breast milk. Can you serve?”
“Hut. You are dirty”

“I can offer you some” I offered
“What ? Milk?” and she giggled.

“It is not sweet of course, but salty” I said and suddenly her giggles vanished.
“You are not serious, Jiju”
“I am serious. You liked it last time and you will love it now. And it won’t take much time. You have done half your job by kissing me so passionately, Vani. The culprit is hard and long.”

She gave me hug and I pushed myself back to sit on the sofa. I fell back and spread my legs. She kept one knee between my legs on the sofa and coming close to me kissed me again. Her coyness was now gone and I was surprised myself. It only showed how much she wanted us to be together. She was bold and seemed eager for more.

“Oh…Jiju..how I wish you were my husband. Take me Jiju, please…”
“I love your body Vani. You are very sexy. Oof…your smell intoxicates me. You have wonderful breasts Vani. I want to suckle you.”

“Come Jiju.” She settled on my lap with legs across. We kissed once again starting with the lips and then all over the face, wildly smooching and kissing, licking and generously wetting each other with the drool. I found her smell very sexy.

My crotch was against hers, but still restrained by my underwear and trousers. She gingerly lifted her kameez and I pulled it above her breasts. Two lovely globes of flesh encased in cups of a 34B bra, looked inviting. The front plunged to a small strap revealing 70% of the flesh. I kissed her in the cleavage and licked them as she moaned.

I reached behind her back and gently removed the two hooks. She did not take it off, she lifted the cups and two dark nipples stared into my eyes. I lost no time and did not wait for niceties. I kissed once more before I excused myself to feast on her mammary.

I touched them gently to feel her smooth texture with the back of my hand. She quivered and I felt her moving, adjusting herself on my lap. She was holding the back of my head with one hand and the back of my neck with the other to support herself as well as at the same time to guide me to her nipples. I pressed them; they were soft and fleshy, almost like a water filled balloon. I pressed around her nipples to push them out. She guided me to one and I flicked them a couple of times with my wet tongue before engulfing it with my mouth. I sucked on it like a baby; she threw her head back, savoring the hot wetness of my mouth and tongue which was playing havoc with her senses and mine.

I devoted an equal amount of attention to the other nipple. I held her waist and moved my hands all over her back. I could feel her hot and aroused.

“Oh..Jiju…”she moaned. Her face was hot and so was her breath. I could feel her breathing hard.

I sucked her for about 5 minutes and then I lay back.
“Oh…Vani. I can’t have enough of your breasts. Oh..God…They are just out of this world” I sighed.

“Really…Jiju? I want you to be happy and satisfied.” She said as she showered me with kisses.
“Happy yes, Satisfied no” I said and I returned the kisses with little bites on her nipples and neck.

“Vani. Would you like to suck my cock?” I put it bluntly.
“I have never done it before, but I want to.”

“There is a first time for everything Vani dear. Take it in your wet mouth and suffocate him until he pukes”

“Sheeee. Don’t use such dirty words for such a nice thing”

She got down from my lap. I could feel that she was drenched in her pussy. I could already smell it.
I touched her there. She was drenched like she was wearing a wet panty. I rubbed her there.

“No…Jiju..” she screamed as she pulled my hand off. “Don’t. I am having periods. Please don’t do that. I don’t like it”
“Okay..”and I immediately took my hand off. I had forgotten that she was menstruating.

She knelt between my open legs. I got up and removed my trousers to my knees. The way I was sitting on the sofa, I couldn’t have put them down to the ankles. My junior was pushing up the fabric of my underwear and there was a huge blob of precum. She held the band and slowly pulled it off. I lifted my bums to allow her to pull it to my knees. All the time she was looking me into the eye.

My penis was hard like rock and almost 6 inches long. She gasped. It was coated with precum and it was still oozing. I squeezed the head a little and picked up a nice big drop of the thick fluid with my forefinger. I brought it to her nose. She sniffed it while looking into my eyes. She opened her mouth almost involuntarily and I showed my finger to her. She put out her tongue and it was gone into her mouth. She smacked her lips in jest.

She held my penis and I fell back with my hand on my forehead. “Oh sexy Vani. How much I have waited for you to hold him in your small hands. Go ahead and fuck him with your mouth and hand. I am all yours.” She bent forward and very very slowly began to lick the underside of my shaft, from my testicles all the way up to the head. She rolled her tongue on the head picking up more precum.

She repeated this again and again until my penis felt numb. It was gleaming with her saliva. She pulled the foreskin back gently and held the head gently between her teeth.

Now this almost sent me over the edge, but she withdrew in time. I gasped and coughed trying to catch my breath.

I looked at her trying to smile and reassure her. She looked worried. When I regained my breath, she said in one of the best humourous statements I have ever heard. “I did not know that blowing into this rod, would do something to your lungs.”

We both laughed. “Come on don’t waste time. Suck me fast. I want to see you drink your appetizer.”

She slowly resumed. Holding my long penis in one hand near the base, she held her hair back with the other as she descended her mouth over my penis. I could hear her rapid breaths on my pubic hair. She was soon deepthroating me. I was shocked and pleasantly surprised too. She was a fresher and she was already deepthroating me.

I held her hair up as she dug her face up and down on my cock and the same time pumping me with her fist. I lay back, watching her labour over my cock. She was doing great. She was a good cocksucker and she loved cum, my cum. I was determined to give my best shot.

She went on sucking for about 5 minutes, licking the shaft, kissing the head, tickling the pee hole with her tongue, cupping and pressing the balls and mouthing the balls. She did everything possible even without being told to. I guess she is a natural learner and took to cock sucking just as a duck takes to water.

She had her mouth deep down on my base when I felt it rising. I held her head and shoved it up and down. She was startled with the sudden violence. I involuntarily bucked my hips against her face, even as she gasped trying to breathe hard. My 6 inch hot cock filled her mouth and her nose was buried in my pubic hair, as I thrust repeatedly into her mouth, holding her by her hair.

I grimaced with agony as I felt my testicles contract, and the heat rising in my shaft. I felt my head turning and I felt the entire blood supply was being pumped into my penis. I could feel the penis head swell with pressure and I held for just one second and then let go.

I couldn’t feel anything, but I was sure I ejaculated. I collapsed on the sofa, hands by my side as I released Vani’s head from my vicious grip. When she came up, she was literally struggling to withdraw my penis. A few seconds later, she lifted her head and managed a smile. I looked at her with tired eyes. Her hair was a mess and there were tears in the corner of her eyes.

She slowly opened her mouth to reveal a mouth full of thick yellowish white semen, the product of my proud penis and the sweet and salty fruit of her labour.

“Oh..Vaniiiiii. You did it, didn’t you? Do you want to swallow it?”

She nodded her head slightly. “Go ahead Vani. Swallow it. You deserve it. You have made me yours today by taking a part of me into you”

She closed her mouth and I could notice her gulp. She licked the insides of her mouth. It was sticky. She rolled her tongue inside and tried to get more of the life giving fluid into her stomach. Soon she was clean.

I held her face and pointed to my still hard penis. There was a blob of cum on the head and my shaft was wet with my own cum. She looked at me questioningly. I said, “You can’t leave him like that. You will have to clean him up”

She held my penis between two fingers to keep it steady and licked up the head, and then she licked the shaft up and down a couple of times on all sides. Soon it was clean of my cum. She had done a wonderful job and I began to wonder if I had cum at all.

She got up and was shaky. She could barely stand. She struggled her way to my side. She pulled her bra down and adjusted the cups over her breasts. She hooked it up and pulled her dress down. She neatened herself and tied her hair into a small bun with a clip that had fallen off when she came down on me.

I was tired and my throat was dry and parched. She got up, kissed me on my lips. Our tongues searched each other’s mouth and I tasted remnants of my own cum. “Go rinse your mouth, if possible brush” I said, as I patted her behind.

“Next Wednesday, you will get it inside your womb, I promise.” I said.

She got up to go to the bathroom. I got up, looked myself in the mirror. I pulled my pants and undies up and forced my fellow to retire for the rest of the day. She came back with a cup of hot coffee and we sat close to each other, snuggled into one another, and had it together. We then decided to wait for our in-laws for lunch.

The following Wednesday, I returned home early. I had to pick up her husband from the hospital. He had been discharged. Vani sat in the front next to me and he lay with his leg stretched out at the back.

We took him into the ground floor room prepared for his use, since he could not climb the stairs. He lay down and after a few minutes had dozed off.

Later in the evening he had severe pain in his legs. We called up the doctor for advice and he recommended some painkiller tablets and some tablets for putting him to sleep.

My in-laws were to leave for a wedding reception and my folks decided to accompany them. Vani, of course, excused herself and they requested me to stay back in case I was needed to help her take care of their son. To my own delight, I agreed almost immediately. I could spend some time with Vani.

I went home for a change before they left for the reception. I had a nasty idea. I took a small measure cup (one in which kids take their medicine) I went into the bathroom and shagged hard fantasizing Vani riding me and feeding me her breasts. I ejaculated a good 6 ml of cum in to the cup and went to their house. My folks and in-laws left as soon as I reached there.

Vani and I were alone with Ajay who was asleep. She asked me if I wanted coffee?
I joked that I wanted milk. “Hut..Jiju…I am serious”

“Ok. “ I said, “But I will make it for you. You be with Ajay”
She was surprised and agreed.

I went into the kitchen and ensured that she was not around. I made two cups of coffee, took out the medicine cup and using my finger dropped 6 ml of my cum into one cup. That was for Vani. I walked into the bedroom where Ajay lay and gave her her cup. She drank the coffee, and said, “Excellent taste Jiju. Nice”

I was smiling in my thoughts.
We had dinner. Vani lovingly fed Ajay. She sure was a devoted wife material. I left them alone for some time to be together. I sat in the hall, so as to not arouse any doubts in Ajay’s mind. For a long time, she did not come out. I was growing impatient.

I walked with minimal noise towards their room and slowly moved the curtain aside. I saw Vani leaning over him as she sat next to him. His hands were around her and obviously they were kissing. His hands were moving all over her back. I moved back slowly and went back to the hall.

Five minutes later, I heard Ajay call me. As I walked up to the room, she came out adjusting her dress and tying up her hair. I smiled at her and pressed her tits. She brushed away my hand.

I spoke to Ajay for a while about his leg and the pain. Vani came back with a glass of water and tablet strips. Ajay took it and drank the water. We switched off the lights, leaving only a faint night lamp on and bidding him good night came out of the room.

I put my hand around Vani’s waist. “Be patient. Jiju” she whispered. “He will go off to sleep now”
We sat and talked, she on my lap and caressing my hair, while I moved my hand over her back.

“What were you two doing in the room?” I asked, trying to tease her.
“What? Nothing”

“I thought you were kissing each other” I said.
“You watched us? Dirty man” she rebuked.

“I didn’t see for long. I respect your relationship as a wife with him. You guys have the first right over each other. I don’t see anything wrong. But how do you manage the emotion of having kissed your husband about 10 minutes back and now you are sitting on the lap of his brother-in-law getting ready to sleep with him”

“What ?!!!! You have something in mind for tonight?”
“I thought you might have understood after drinking the coffee” I said.

“What do you mean?” she appeared confused.
“Well…I was planning that we take the next step on our relationship tonight by having sex. And the coffee? Well you drank coffee mixed with 6ml of my cum that I brought out about half an hour back”

She jumped off my lap. “Jiju…you are really very dirty and naughty. I …I ..” she was stammering. I knew she had no reason to say no to me today. She was safe and we were alone and Ajay would soon be asleep like Rip Van Winkle.

I held her hand and pulled her towards me and she got pulled to me such that her breasts landed on my face. I held her back and brushed my face against her chest. She pulled away and walked fast into the bedroom.

She did not appear for quite a while. I walked up to the room. She was sitting next to Ajay. Her eyes were closed, and her left hand was on his chest. He seemed to be fast asleep and was snoring away.

I walked up to them and placed my hand on her shoulder. She shuddered and opened her eyes. They were misty. I wiped her tears with my finger. I closed my eyes in reassurance that he would be fine in no time. I motioned to her asking how he was. Was he asleep?

She nodded her head. To be sure I placed my hand on his shoulder and shook him quite a bit calling him out. He did not respond and continued to sleep like a log.

I held her hand and lifted her up. I took her in my embrace. She resisted a bit, nervous that she was getting into the arms of another man in front of her sleeping husband. I held her face and kissed her eyes, trying to clear her tears and assuring her that we were not to be afraid. I pressed her to me, pushing my hard cock against her. She relaxed a bit and slowly moved her hands behind my back in response.

She rested in my embrace for quite a while, while I caressed her back gently in assurance. I gently kissed her cheeks and forehead. She did not resist. She continued to look at her sleeping man through the corner of her eye.

I moved my hands lower to her glorious 38” butt. I kept my hand on it for few moments without moving as she squirmed and pushed herself into me. Her 34” breasts crushed flat against my chest, was causing another rise of my 6-incher.

I felt her moving herself against it. I did not move. I wanted it slow and nice. We had a full two hours or so to enjoy ourselves. My other hand went behind her head as I pulled her back to implant a full lipped kiss on hers. She was slow to respond, but she slowly opened up. Our tongues touched each other and felt each other, almost involuntarily. I pushed my tongue further down her mouth, exploring the inner depths of her oral cavity, while a little later she did the same to me. We separated shortly, both gasping for breath. And as soon as we had enough air in our lungs, went at it again.

I kissed her face all over, her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, her pointed nose and coating them with my saliva. I bit her ear lobes, gently nibbling at them as she giggled softly. I kissed her neck and took a nibble. She kissed my cheeks almost biting it off.

She held my head and leaned up to kiss my lips again. She licked my lips with her wet tongue. My penis was now hard and I could feel it press against her abdomen. I gathered her waist with one hand and with the other on her arse, I supported her as she raised herself on her toes to kiss me.

We stared at each other for some time, and she blushed and lowered her face. “Jiju….” She said trying to say something.

“Vani. I want you now” I said hissing into her ears.
“We have enough time, Jiju. Be patient. I will give myself to you tonight” she said.

We were still talking in whispers, aware that Ajay was in earshot distance a couple of feet away.

I released her. I walked over to Ajay and shouted out his name. He turned over to his side. She giggled and I joined in. She rushed into my arms and mockingly began to hit me.

“Wait” I said.

I lay another bed on the floor next to the cot where he lay. I dropped a few pillows. I hurriedly removed my shirt and trousers and threw it on the cot. I dropped myself on the bed. I was still wearing my tight VIP underwear, now straining against the pressure of my risen shaft. It looked obscene even to me. It looked more like a pyramid made of fabric.

I opened my arms for her. She hesitated, wondering I guess if she really wanted to be with me down right there next to her sleeping husband with his brother-in-law.

She took my hand and kneeling down slowly, lay down next to me. I pulled her over me. She was light and I could take her weight easily. She lay down over me, full length. Her chest was on mine and her breasts were crushed. I held her back and caressed her.

She lay her head over me in the cup of my neck. She was softly rubbing her face on my bare chest. She moved her hand up from her sides and lay it over my breast. I felt her fingers move and I found her making a circle around my areola of my right nipple and playing with it.

I was aroused already and my penis lay painfully crushed under her against her abdomen. I twitched it and knew from her reaction that she felt it. She had a smile on her face as she rubbed her pointed nose in my chest and inhaled the scent in my armpits. I was holding the back of her head and indirectly gently guiding her where she wanted to go. She raised her head to me and kissed my cheeks. I returned the kiss on the other cheek.

“You smell good” she whispered.
“So do you. I am going mad at the scent of your sexy body” I said.

She blushed. “What is so sexy about me, Jiju?”
“Can you call me by my name? We are lovers now. Not related through our spouses”

“I don’t want to. I might end up calling you by name at other times, which may cause problems”
“So…you did not answer my question” she said.

“Which one?”
“What is so sexy about me?” she whispered naughtily.

“Everything about you is sexy. Your eyes, your lips, your breasts, your waist, your arms, your buttocks and ..”

“And..?”
“and your pussy?” I said and kissed her lips.

She broke off and said, ”You take great pleasure in torturing me”
“You tortured me. I only took revenge for it that day when I came into your room and gave you my cum”

“Vani. Ever since I first saw you breast feeding your baby, I have longed to taste them. Will you breast feed me?” I said, pushing her hair back.

“Jiju..you won’t find anything in them. I would have loved to suckle you, but for now I will be satisfied if you can suck my breasts”

“Take off your clothes Vani”, I told her, almost in a commanding tone.

She got up and slowly began to shake her hips. I was amused. She was doing a strip tease next to her sleeping husband for her lover. She slowly put her hands back and thrust her tits up. That was really sexy.

I couldn’t bear to keep my dick in confinement anymore. I pulled down my underwear and threw it off aside. I was now naked and my penis with its foreskin drawn back displayed a pink bald head with a small peehole slit. Copius of precum had already been spread over it to make it shine.

She pushed her hands under her kurta and undid the knots of the churidaar. Bending with her back to me, she began to lower it slowly down her legs. I got up and tried to reach out to touch her bum, but she moved away. She dropped it down to her ankles and hopped out of it. Pushing it aside with her legs, she seductively lifted her left leg up, to show her naked thigh through the kurta. She had worn a white panty.

I was enjoying the strip show. I sat up against the wall, fondling my penis. She did a small “Sheela ki jawani” jiggle, shaking her boobs and jerking her pelvis towards me. She pushed her leg forward and brought it up and placed it on my shoulder. I touched her calf and moved my hand upwards to her thighs. She stayed still. The pressure on my shoulder increased; she was trying to balance on one foot while trying to feel the touch on her thighs. I lifted the salwar up and saw her white panties that showed a wet patch at her crotch.

“You are wet, Vani”
“What do you think, Jiiiju” she said seductively.

I held her leg and in one swift move, pulled her down. Her fall was cushioned by the numerous pillows.
Her legs were now along my sides, with her pussy close to my penis; I leaned forward and adjusting myself over her, lay down on her with my elbows supporting me.

She held my face and kissed me on my lips. I got up and holding her legs, literally lifted her up.
I took hold of her kurta and pulled it over her arms and head. While she struggled to get it off her head, her sexy breasts came into view. Enclosed in tight cups, they were waiting for release. I descended on them and kissed her flesh over her bra. I mouthed her nipples and began to give gentle bites. She moaned. The kurta was entangled in her hair and I took time off to help her out of it. I held her by her back and pushed her towards me, to continue to kiss and maul her breasts. She held the back of my head and was helping me to arouse her. Not that she was cold. She was soaked wet and I could smell her sex.

She was now top naked and was left with only her white panty. I kissed her breasts for a long time. She helped me by removing her bra altogether and laying in aside. I put her down and lying half prone over her, treated myself to a good suckle of her mammaries. She was running her fingers through my hair and all over my back. My penis was coating her thighs with precum.

I got up and turned around and got into a 69 position with her. I inhaled the scent of her oozing pussy. It was pleasantly pungent. She knew what she had to do. My rod of hot flesh was tantalizingly positioned over her mouth. I bent down to see what she was doing. She was staring at it for a moment and then she held my balls and leaned up to mouth me. She pulled a pillow under her head and was now seemingly comfortable. I helped her by pushing my pelvis down so that my penis was now deep inside her wet mouth. She was salivating profusely as I felt my penis drowned in the ocean of her saliva. I felt her gulp and then adjusted herself to accommodate me more comfortably.

I pulled up her panty and she lifted her legs to helsp me remove it off her legs. I spread her legs wider and bent down to taste the pungent salty juices of her dripping cunt. I felt her pausing on my penis. It was out of her mouth and I bent down to look at her. She was looking at me. I smiled.

She had a pleading look on her face and shook her head, indicating that I shouldn’t suck her cunt.
I smiled at her and ignoring her plea, I dove into her cunt, in the process having my face and nose coated with her juices.

“Arrggggggh”, she let out a low moan as my tongue touched her wetness.

She squeezed my bum flesh and dug her nails in. I began to lap at her cunt lips like a cat licking off milk from a saucer. At the same time, I pushed my pelvis down and pushed my penis into her throat. I began to move my hips up and down as I thrust repeatedly into her salivating mouth. She gagged a couple of times at the onslaught but soon she was doing a good job under me. I had licked her cunt dry and now I separated the lips to search for the inner depths for her juices. She smelt awful but it was worth as she seemingly orgasmed a couple of times giving me more to lap at.

I guess I had spent almost 10 minutes eating her pussy, and I was nowhere near orgasm. She had virtually stopped sucking my cock and was enjoying my work on her. I got up from above her.

I had a look at Ajay who was now deeper into sleep and he was snoring away. I turned around and saw that Vani was breathing heavily. Her breasts stuck out of her chest and she lay there holding her breasts as her chest heaved. My penis was wet and there was a glob of precum at the tip. I gathered it with my forefinger and brought it to her mouth. She put out her tongue and licked it off my finger.

I kissed her lips and let her tongue roll over in my mouth, letting her taste her cum on my tongue and mouth. I lay down beside her and began to fondle her breasts. She was slowly regaining her normal breath.

She spread her hands, and said, “Oof, aapne to mujhe thaka diya”
(You tired me out)

“Accha laga?” I asked as I kissed her nipples. She shivered and I was amazed to see her nipple swell by a couple of centimeters before my own eyes.
(Did you like it?)

I sucked on the engorged nipple as she helped me in my efforts by supporting my head and guiding her breast to my mouth. I devoted equal time to the other one. She was becoming hot again as she began to rub her thighs together. She was getting wet and horny.

It was time to peg her hole. My penis had lost its hardness. I sat on the bed next to the sleeping Ajay. I held her hand and pulled her over between my legs. She held my penis in her hand and licked the shaft. She held my balls and took one of them into her mouth gently. She played with them with her tongue.

“They are heavy” she said holding them in her palms as if weighing them.
“They are full. I was about to come into your mouth, but you withdrew in time” I said.

She went on to kiss my legs, my thighs, my arms and my chest. She moved up and began to kiss my lips, pressing her taut full breasts against me. I he