Part 22B – Vani’s Perspective

It is suggested to the readers to read my experiences in Part 22A before you read this.

In the closing notes of 22A, I had written that Vani was excited to read that I was trying to post my experiences with her. She wanted to contribute too and I invited her to put in her perspective of our time and life together. What follows is what she felt about the whole experiences. Also it appears that I may have missed some events; she has chosen to include it.

Vani’s perspective:
I first saw my husband’s brother-in-law way back in 2002, when I was not even engaged to my husband, let alone married; but it was when he visited us at my sister’s house in Mumbai along with my future in-laws and my husband’s sister, his wife.

He had a very charming face that attracted me to him at first sight. He had a smile on his face and he was staring at me all the while. I found it a bit awkward that he followed his gaze at me wherever I went. I thought he had his eyes on my reasonably big tits and arse. I was wearing a nice tight salwar kameez at that time. In an attempt to seek approval of the family as its daughter-in-law I tried to endear myself by playing with his son who was just about a year old then. He was a cheerful kid and I loved him.

He was wearing a half sleeve T-shirt with its sleeves way above the elbow, a bit short for his build, I thought at that time. It showed off his powerful forearms that had me briefly wet to my own embarrassment. He seemed very kind and decent except for his stares. Only later I was to know that he was trying to evaluate me and that his opinion was the main cause that I entered into this household.

Post wedding in 2003, and my honeymoon to Coorg, it was relatively a normal life for me. My husband was a passionate lover and we made love almost daily. That resulted in me becoming pregnant in the first year of my marriage that sent my family in to the highest levels of happiness. I was pampered very much, and the entire family was looking forward to receiving an heir from my fertile womb.

I, to the initial disappointment of my own family, delivered a cute baby girl. She was adorable and though it was against the hopes of my in-laws, she was loved by one and all. I never felt blamed, as is usually the case in many households.

And then it so happened one day, that the family had gone of to a community function. I do not remember if it was a wedding, as Jiju put it.

I had just had lunch and I had laid down on the bed to breast feed my baby. She was a voracious breast feeder. My own breasts had responded to her requests for more milk by producing more. My breasts too had grown from a B cup to a C. I never had to face any pain since my baby would always relieve them. I lay down on the bed and had removed my kameez. Ever since I had delivered, I had stopped wearing a bra. It was a pain to undo the kameez and then the bra and then put the baby to feed. It was the same that day. I had no bra and I removed the kameez completely and put it aside. My baby immediately reached out for the familiar tits with her small palms. I bent forward and offered her the nipple. She immediately latched on and from then on it was a smooth flow. I never had to make any effort to get it out. I turned to one side so as to make it easier for her. I never knew when I had dozed off to sleep.

The next thing that I know was when I heard a shuffle in the room and with my eyes still closed I tried to focus on the noise. Not sure what it was, I slowly opened my eyes and what I saw shocked me. There was Jiju standing and staring at my nakedness. I let out an instinctive scream, more out of a shock. I realized then as I got up on my elbows that I was top naked. I tried to reach out for my kameez that now lay a few feet away.

Meanwhile, my Jiju was apologizing profusely. I could hardly make out what he said. In between, my baby woke up due to my scream and she was about to burst out crying. While I gathered myself, Jiju left the door, closing it behind him. I calmed down a bit and then tried to gather the implications. I was deeply embarrassed at my own mistake of sleeping naked and getting caught in that situation. My heart beat was loud and fast and my head was spinning.

I hurriedly put on the kameez and steadying myself went down to the hall in the ground floor. But he had already left leaving the door locked. I unlocked it and tried to look outside, but he was not around. I found an envelope on the chair addressed to my father-in-law. I left it there. I was still in a bit of shock and embarrassment. I was not sure what all he saw and for how long he had been there. Now I was nervous that he would talk about it, but somehow I felt he wouldn’t.

I met him again a few days later, but he avoided looking into my eyes. It was all normal behaviour and never once did he make me feel further embarrassed about the incident. I guessed that it was an accidental encounter and how could I blame him for that. Who would not want to look at a naked woman, especially her breasts? I had been careless and was myself to blame for what happened.

But sometimes the thought of he looking at my milky tits would make me wet and I had to struggle to push off such wild thoughts. Over the next couple of weeks I think, it was silence at both ends. A few weeks later then I thought it is not correct and our not talking to each other would arouse suspicions. We started to speak to each other once again, normally as earlier.

Many times after that event I would find him looking at my breasts, but I was not sure if it was intentional or was it my own imagination. I would invariably blush without making him realize it. I secretly was trying to imagine him in my husband’s place. My husband would often talk about him and I would be imagining him and lost in my thoughts about him. At that time, I began to feel a lot of guilt that I was thinking of Jiju. He was married to my husband’s sister and it was not right on my part even to covet him in my own private thoughts. So I believed.

One day there was a function at my house and there were a lot of guests. I had woken up very early in the morning for the preparations and by the time it was noon, I had tired out. But I had to go on. It was a religious function and we were all dressed in our traditional dresses. I had put on a nice silk sari with flowers in my hair. At one point of time, I had to offer haldi-kumkum to all the married women guests and I was going around offering it. The house was too crowded and there were people all over the place occupying all the available space. I was trying to make my way through the sitting crowd with a plate balanced in one hand and the other bunching up my sari folds to avoid tripping over.

And then I found myself face to face with Jiju. He looked handsome in his dhoti and bare chest with only another piece of cloth covering his shoulders. I stopped and so did he. There was no way either of us could retreat in the crowd. And then he looked into my eyes and suddenly planted his warm hand on my bare waist. He pressed against me and then as if an embrace he turned and we switched positions and we went our ways. It was so casual and I thought it was so nice of him to do so.

But on the way, I could feel his manhood pressing against my waist, albeit briefly. I was not sure if what he did was intentional. It couldn’t be, since there was no other option.

We went our ways doing our job. The function got over and it was late in the afternoon. Guests had left and only the close family members were left behind. I thought it was a good idea to change into something more comfortable and so I went up to my room upstairs. It was almost 4 hours since I last used the toilet. I was in an urge to pee and I went in. I peed and flushed. I saw the laundry bag upset and some of my garments were messed up. I lowered my sari and picked up my salwar kameez. I changed into it and went in again to wash my face. I normally leave my undergarments hanging but today I found it on the floor, wet due to the water in the washroom. I was perplexed and initially I thought it was some guest who was being a pervert, who went through the laundry bag and had fished out my undergarments and left them scattered around. I tried to think who it could be, but I also knew that the only one who could use my own washroom could be my family members. With only three grown up males around, my target zeroed in on Jiju. My husband had no reason to do it, and my father-in-law never moved out from his position at the altar of the god today. And besides I had no reason to believe that the old man had any interest in my undergarments. He was a deeply religious man.

Jiju was the culprit I decided. I decided to check out without letting him know about it overtly.

It was almost evening and I went down to have and prepare coffee / tea for all. But I realized that it was already done by my sister-in-law (Jiju’s wife) and mother-in-law. I remember picking up my tea and looked at Jiju with a dirty look. He did not catch it at first, but as I stared at him repeatedly, he looked surprised and looked away. I knew he knew that I knew about it. I decided to tease him further. Not that if he had indeed looked at my undergarments, he would confess straight away.

I was not sure of how to get him to talk about it. I decided to take it up in a conventional way. I went up to my room and wrote down a small note on a piece of paper. It was considerable bold on my part to have written the note, since I remember that I was nervous writing it in the first place. It was surely very naughty.

As my sister-in-law were about to leave. My heart was still undecided if I should confront him. I do not know why I pursued this at all. I was not at all offended by his act, if it was his. It was more of a teaser that I wanted to pursue.

My heart was pounding as I got out of the gate. He was the last one to get into the car. I slipped my note into his hand and whispered out of earshot of his wife that he had to read this when alone. I do not remember what I wrote but Jiju has written about it in his post. Apparently he had this in his diary entries.

Next morning I was preparing to leave for my college as usual. I had prepared my daughter to leave for school and had just finished my bath. As I came down to have my breakfast, I saw that Jiju had come and gone and had kept his son’s school bag next to my own hand bag. I wished that I had met him, but I had missed him. I would have loved to see his face after he would have read my note.

I went off to college as usual. Around lunch time, I remember receiving a message on my cell phone. It was then that I realized that there was something I had to reply. I searched my bag and found this note written by him. I still have the note with me and it was a very very bold letter. He had written all the words that I dreaded. His letter spoke of bra, and his manhood pressing against me, and my breasts being a handful.

I was red with shame and I think it showed. My face was flushed and I could feel my face hot. My breasts perked up and I could feel that my nipples erect. I went through the letter again and again. I was trying to figure out what exactly he was trying to do by replying in such a fashion.

The letter was extremely erotic and made me wet between my legs. I had a tough time controlling it. This man was teasing me and flirting with me. I had to play. Since we knew each other, I did not find any issues in playing along and flirting back. His note had very bold words and I decided to give it back in his own vocabulary.

I remember visiting the toilet, and I spent a considerable time pleasuring myself. How much so ever I tried not to fantasize Jiju, I could not stop myself thinking about his cock poking me in my wet pussy rather than my waist. I had to use my fingers vigorously on my clit and had a mind-blowing orgasm. I felt very good about it but at the same time very guilty about it since I had to fantasize Jiju instead of my own husband. I rarely masturbate since my husband takes care of my own horny moments.

I returned to my common room and wrote down an equally bold note, using words that were too “vulgar” by my standards of that time. I sent a message to his cell phone asking him to wait for the reply in the evening.

I pushed this note into his laptop bag in the evening without his knowledge. But I was sure that he would look for it. Curiously, I was excited to know what he would reply to my note. As an afterthought I felt very shameless to indulge in such “games” with my husband’s brother-in-law.

I anxiously waited for the next day’s note in my handbag. The next day as I prepared to leave, I left my handbag very close to the door so that he did not have to search for it to place his reply note. And surely he did. I noticed him inserting it. My heart beat a thousand times faster. As he inserted the note, he looked at me and smiled and I blushed and bent down. I am not sure if anyone noticed. He was so casual about the whole thing. Not once did he flinch while he opened my very personal handbag and inserted the note.

I was at college when I opened it and the letter shocked me further. I still have the letter with me as a treasure. This letter propelled me from being a loyal housewife into a slut of sorts for my Jiju that ultimately culminated in me bearing his child.

His note suggested a lot of things in reply, and not so subtly. It was very open and forth coming in its tone and suggestions. What he meant was for me to have sex with him.

I wrote back again in the evening asking him if he meant so.

A few days of letter exchange turned out that he meant me to have his cock in my mouth.
I did not reply to this. This had gone too far for my control. I was afraid and the same time sexually excited by the whole thing that was going on between Jiju and me. What started off as an innocent teaser was now getting into the realm of sexual intercourse. I was feeling horrible and guilty that I was somehow cheating on my husband but at the same time felt a strange excitement of adventure. This was an unknown part of me and I was beginning to enjoy myself. I was losing my senses and was behaving more like a teenager. I was close to 33 and yet was behaving like a teen.

I felt good that a 40 year old married handsome man, married for 10 years himself found me attractive enough to flirt with me and suggest a sexual intercourse with me. It made me strangely weak in my knees and wet between my thighs. Just thinking of Jiju would create havoc with my senses and many times I would retire to the bathroom to use my fingers.

Like I said I was willing to go a step further in the spirit of adventure, especially since the man was known to me. I was only scared a bit.

Then after a lot many days he sent me a note again saying that the culprit wanted to be free (meaning his cock wanted me) and he wanted my suggestion.

And then I made the final mistake of replying without a second thought. I wrote that I was scared that someone would come to know. It in a way suggested to him that I was agreeable to a sexual intercourse with him (to which I was not at that time) but was scared.

He replied saying that no one would know if we ourselves wouldn’t let anyone know. He had obviously got my message wrong (he was right of course in understanding my message)

I knew I was trapped, but at the same time often felt that he make an attempt to seduce me himself and take me. I could imagine him taking me in his powerful arms and pressing his chest against mine, and then lifting me up and impaling me on his erect cock, plunging his penis into the depths of my womb as he pounded me hard to release a bucketful of potent sperms deep inside me.

I was beginning to feel tense when he was around and I began to avoid him as much as I could. I could barely look into his piercing eyes. Our talks were limited and strangely I began to feel that he spoke double entendre words, while he actually did not. Everything he spoke, I began to give it a sexual flavour. Deep inside I knew I wanted him. But I was still a loyal wife and dare not stray.

One day, my mother-in-law suggested that I carry break-fast for Jiju who happened to be alone at home, it being a Saturday. My sis-in-law went off to work and my nephew to school.

I walked up since it was just a short distance from where we stayed. I was already nervous to face him but I had to abide by my mother-in-law’s instructions. I was walking all the way thinking of what I should talk and how. What he would do?

I tried to ring the bell but before I could, I could feel the cross ventilation breeze flowing out. The door was unlocked and slightly open. I slowly pushed it without any noise. I saw Jiju sitting on the sofa with his back to me. There was a lot of movement and it appeared that he was shivering. I approached him tip toe so as to not scare him. But what I saw closer took my breath away.

He was naked. His dhoti was thrown aside. I did not want to embarrass him. I went backwards still facing him and then quietly latched the door. I went closer not making any noise whatsoever.

He had what I thought was a photo of mine in his left hand and was furiously kissing it. He had his legs spread out and was holding his erect cock and shaking it furiously. He was calling out my name all the time.

The sight of his beautiful penis made me wet instantly. It must have been 6 or 7 inches I thought and his hand was tightly wrapped around it. I was too excited and I began to feel the wetness seep through into my panties. I slowly loosened my salwar and inserted my hand into my panty. I tried hard not to but could not resist fingering myself after what I was seeing. My Jiju masturbating using my photograph.

After almost 5 minutes of shagging and kissing my photo, he was close to eruption. He began to call out,”Vani, I am cuming. Here take it Vani. Take it for me.” Or something like that. And then it burst. I saw huge strands of semen tracing an arc across the hall almost 3 feet away. He repeatedly sent out bursts to the floor.

When he sent out one spurt on to my photo I could not suppress a gasp at the sight as I imagined him spraying me with his spunk. He was done and tired and he jerked back into the sofa still rubbing his now shriveling cock. He took a drop of cum and pasted it on my mouth (in the photo of course) and I gasped at this as I reached my own orgasm.

He turned back in a shock. I must have been loud this time. He caught me with my salwar loose and my hand deep inside my panty with my fingers in my cunt lips. But as he turned I saw him naked. His limp cock was almost 3 inches long and there was a lot of hair around it. He stood transfixed looking at me. He then saw me staring at his cock and realized that he was naked. He hurried to look for his dhoti and he dropped my photograph in the process. He still had not reached it and fumbled with his garment. He gave up and stood still watching me, standing there as naked as he was when he was born.

I tied up my salwar and I picked up cum soaked photograph. I decided to take advantage of his helplessness and mocked him about not being satisfied with his wife and he had to use my photo. He was apologizing all along for having used my photo for his masturbation. It was hardly of any concern to me, though at that time. My eyes found its way to his cock.

It was slowly gaining in strength once again and I was surprised. My husband never got another erection for hours after he ejaculated inside me. And here Jiju was getting another erection in front of me. It fascinated me in a way and I was curious. It also flattered me that I was able to excite a man into another erection within minutes of ejaculation.

I slowly approached him and said something about wanting to see the culprit (his cock) and knelt on my knees. I asked him to come closer and he walked up to me with his now rock hard penis and stood close, so close that his penis was right in my face. I examined it from all sides and said that I found it cute and forgave the culprit. I giggled as I saw his face drop. Obviously he had thought I would do something with it, at least hold it in my hands. But I was just teasing him. Just seeing him naked was enough excitement for me. I had never seen another grown up man naked in front of me offering his most prized organ for inspection.

He tried to pull me towards him, but I moved back just in time. I had to go and told him. He wrapped his dhoti, even as his organ grew limp in almost an instant.

I went up to the door and turning back gave him a consolation flying kiss aimed at his cock and shut the door and left.

There were no further interactions for several days after this incident and I began to wonder if he was okay. I was okay with what happened and I guess it should have been with him too. I did not see him for days.

One fine morning I received a call from his cell phone indicating that my husband was in the hospital admitted for a knee cap fracture and he was there attending him. Wondering what happened and why there was no call in the night, I checked up my cell phone. There were a dozen missed calls from my husband and from Jiju. I was sleeping blissfully during the night.

The next few days were tense for us as we had to get Ajay operated and he was in the hospital completely bed ridden and immobile. During this time I once again began to get close to Jiju. He seemed so caring. He did not make me feel embarrassed or let me know or remind me of the masturbation incident. He behaved very very normal. I thought all was forgotten and forgiven.

Until one day I received an sms from him. He asked me how I was managing to satisfy myself when Ajay was down. With much hesitation I replied that I used my hands on myself. And that is when he proposed once again that we get involved in a sexual intercourse. I was still not ready and not ready yet to betray my now immobile and handicapped husband.

One day I came home early and I went up to my room to change and freshen up. I had to visit the hospital to see Ajay as he recuperated after a repeat operation on his knee to remove the stiches and the steel clamps that held his cap in its place.

Just as I came out of the bathroom in only my bra and panty, Jiju barged in with his finger on his lips. I just stood there semi naked staring at him, too scared to make a noise. I backed up towards the wall.

I pleaded in whispers to let me go and not violate me. He was not listening. I told him that someone might come in and it was not good for us. I had tears in my eyes. He just kept walking towards me slowly until he was just a few feet away. I tried to hide my goodies in vain. He kept looking at them all the time.

He asked me to come into his arms but I was not at all ready for this. I feared that my in-laws would come in any time. I was shocked and gasped as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his hips and brought out his nearly 6 inch hard penis within inches of my body. I began to cry now.

He told me not to and I remember he held my hands and raised it up over my head. My assets were no longer hidden. He noticed my hairy armpits and asked me why I did not shave them. I refused to answer and turned my face away as he tried to kiss my lips. He did not insist and instead pressed himself on me and began to kiss and lick my cheeks and neck. He began to lick my chest. He released my hand only to move in and remove the front clip of my bra. I pleaded with him but he was just not listening. He seemed that he was prepared to go all the way. I thought it might not be possible to resist him any more. Doing so or crying out aloud would attract attention and I would be to blame.

He began to suck on my nipples one by one and slowly I gave up myself to his suckle. I closed my eyes as I began to feel his wet mouth on my breasts. I was ashamed at myself at that moment since I began to enjoy it. I began to get wet in my panties. He soon realized this and he stood up. He pulled my panty aside and I felt the head of his cock against my cunt lips. I was aroused further. The first time another cock had touched me there. He rubbed me there a few times, and then began to masturbate hard. My crying had slowed down though I was still sobbing at what was happening. I looked down at the fast motion of his hand on his member as he advanced himself into a big orgasm. He let his sperm spurt on my cunt lips repeatedly. I gave up when his warm fluid hit my cunt lips and flowed downwards. I looked at him. I still had tears in my eyes. I was shamed and had lost face. How could I have given up so easily to his wanton behaviour? How could he treat his brother-in-law’s wife in this manner?

When he was done he put back my panty in its place and pressed the wetness of his warm cum onto my hole. He removed my bra from my shoulder and made me top naked. I wondered what next. I instinctively covered my breasts with my crossed hands. It was useless since he had already tasted them.

He zipped up and kissed my eyes. He took my bra with him. He took me in an embrace, though I feebly resisted. He whispered that he would keep it a secret and fondled my breasts once again.

He backed up and left. I was shocked and continued to stand there top naked. My mind was confused. Did I really want this to happen after all? Had he gone all the way, what would I have done?

He had pulled the door behind him. I moved to my bed and sat there sobbing at my fate for almost 5 minutes. Strangely, I could feel my own wetness mingle with his in my panty. I inserted my finger and felt his cum on my pussy lips and hair. I picked up a lot of them in my fingers.

I don’t know why, and I had never done it in the past, but I moved the cum covered fingers to my nose. It smelt sexy. His own body odour still lingered as he pressed himself against me while he masturbated. I still don’t know again why, but I inserted my fingers into my mouth and licked off his cum. It was gooey and a bit salty. I rolled the thick fluid on my tongue and then swallowed it. I went down again and picked up more of it and licked it clean. It was sexy on my part to do so. And shameless too.

I changed my panty and wore a new bra. Put on my dress and neatened myself and went down. My mother-in-law wanted me to give Jiju coffee, but I tried to avoid it by giving some excuse. Not one to listen to the lame one that I gave, she insisted and I walked out of the kitchen holding the coffee with trembling hands. He held my hand briefly and I almost gave it away, was about to swoon. I backed out immediately and went into the kitchen. What was this man doing, I thought? He had completely taken over my senses. Was he attracted to me? Was I? Did he really mean it when he suggested sexual intercourse? Even as I was lost in my thoughts, I found him patting my ample behind with his palm as he left the kitchen.

I almost lost my balance and had to hold on to the platform. I was breathing heavy now and it was unbearable. The only other time I felt this way, as far as I can remember was when Ajay took off my clothes on the night we consummated our marriage.

Jiju started sending me sms after this incident, but I steadfastly refused to reply to them. Then my resolve broke. Obviously there was something I felt for this man. Something beyond sexual. I was in love with him. I was myself aghast when I realized this, but he had in him something that made me love him. Could not put a finger on it.

I replied to one of his sms rebuking him that I was not good after what he did to me.
He once again suggested sexual intercourse saying that he would take care of not making me pregnant and justified to my argument that this would be incest.

And again another foolish statement that betrayed my feelings for him went out to him. I wrote that I needed time to decide. It meant to him that I was ready but not immediately. Obviously he seized this and started to ask me when I was having my periods and all that. He forced me to confess that I loved him as much as he did, but I lied to him.

He asked me if I liked what he gave me. Another foolish statement from me. I asked him why it was salty and I realized immediately that I made a mistake. He realized that I had tasted his cum and asked me about it. I warned him not to talk about it. He went further on this subject and asked me to trim my pubic hair when we would meet. By the end of this text messaging I had given up myself to his sexual overtures and had amply indicated that I would sleep with him. A decision that I do not regret until this day.

Due to Ajay’s inability, I had to pleasure myself with my hand with Jiju in my mind.

That particular Saturday he turned up for lunch. My heart was beating hard. I tried to avoid speaking to him, but since there was no one at home, I couldn’t. I informed him that there was no one at home and they would come back an hour later.

He came in and grabbed me into his arms. I was shaking like a leaf, absolutely scared. I had no idea if what I was doing was right or wrong. He hugged me and I tried to resist, but feebly. Somewhere down in my heart I wanted him. He kissed my lips suddenly and I closed my eyes.

I told him that it was too dangerous to do anything now and requested him to leave me. He gave me a pep talk that I never listened to. My eyes were on his lips that I wanted on mine. He did not disappoint. He took both my lips in his mouth and forced it open and soon I found myself responding to his lip kiss. I sent my tongue into his mouth on an exploration journey that ended a full 3 or 5 minutes later. My mouth and lips were wet. He had meanwhile pulled aside my dupatta and it was lying on the ground, now at least 3 feet away.

I pushed myself back and saw with amazement that he had a huge hard on that was poking out of his pants obscenely. He requested for a quick sexual intercourse, but I sternly refused. Somewhere inside though I wanted him, I felt that I still had the scope to delay the inevitable; my heart taking over my mind. I lied to him that I had periods, which actually was over the day before.

He started throwing a sexual conversation at me, asking me for appetisers before having lunch, which I was ready to serve. He wanted to drink my breast milk which I did not find amusing at all. As if I had any to give him; I would have if I had any. He offered me his milk to me and I was not sure what he was talking about.

He meant that he would offer his semen to me and I thought he was joking. He almost pleaded that he was all ready after the hot kissing we did and it would not take much time.

I quickly thought and I fell down on my knees. He was overjoyed and I could see it in his eyes. He sat on the sofa while I knelt in front of him. I spoke sweet nothings to him and sat across his legs on his lap. I did not care what I was doing. I well knew that I was giving myself up to him. I craved for him now and I was losing all self-control. I wanted him and nothing else mattered. I surrendered to him my virtue.

He said that he loved my body and that I was sexy. I was thrilled. He said that he wanted to suckle me.

I obliged by lifting my kameez and he helped me take it off. He lost no time in kissing my face, neck and all over my chest and he unclasped my bra. And he latched on my nipple immediately. He licked, flicked my nips with his tongue. I was blank as I threw my head back to experience the lost pleasures of a manly muscle on my nipple. I held his head and pushed my breast further into his mouth, requesting at the same time to suck me hard. He needed no encouragement as he went about his job with devotion.
5 minutes of labour and he left me panting for breath. I was in the same situation. It had been days or may be months since I had my breast sucked. I kissed him all over. He seemed satisfied and very happy. There was a strange gleam in this 40 year old man’s face after suckling his brother-in-law’s wife.

He offered his cock to me and asked me if I would suck his cock. I was willing to learn and experiment. I vaguely remembered seeing some movies in my college days of a blow job, but practice never. A couple of times with Ajay was never taken to its conclusion.

I knelt down and removed his underwear. It was big and hard and standing erect. I was seeing it up close for only the second time and I believed that it was one of the most beautifully crafted penis in the world. Absolutely straight and hard, veins and arteries running all around the length, and crowned with a nice big head. I gingerly held it and began to stroke it gently and in the process revealed the head in its glory. Gleaming with precum it was inviting. I don’t know what happened after that. My heart ruled and I was soon taking it in my mouth and bobbing my head over it, slurping at my own drool and his precum.

I took it deep into my throat and I gagged. But I guess I overcame it well and was soon doing a good job for a new comer. He was holding my head and had closed his eyes and was mouthing sweet words about his feelings.

About 5 minutes into my work, I could feel the hold on my hair tightening as he began to buck his hips into my mouth. I had him deep in my mouth and my nose was against his pubic hair. He was groaning and moaning and at the same time his jabs into my mouth was rough. I was beginning to gag and barely able to breath and swallow easy. I could feel his cock head enlarge in my throat behind my tongue as he released himself into me. There were tears in my eyes but I was somehow determined to make him happy this time. He began to call my name and all the sweet words. He had filled my mouth and throat.

He asked me if I would swallow him. I nodded and opened my mouth to show him his semen. I swallowed for the first time in my life, only because I was beginning to love this man. I wanted to show him my love for him. I cleaned up his cock of all the remnants of cum.

I got up but was staggering. My legs felt weak and I was barely able to stand properly. He asked me to wash my mouth properly.

I put on my dress partly with his help since I could barely control myself. My whole body was shaking and I was trying to think straight. The fact that I just blew my husband’s brother-in-law and swallowed his precious semen, shocked me soon after. I went into the toilet for a wash of my face. But for some strange reason, I did not brush or even rinse my mouth. I wanted the taste of his cum to remain.

We then had lunch when our in-laws returned.

Jiju writes about the following Wednesday. I remember this day like it happened just yesterday. It was one of my most memorable time and I guess it was the day I gave up myself completely to him. I had surrendered my chastity to him and then on my body was owned by him. Even my heart was in agreement with what I did. Today as I look back, that day was the turning point in our life and I do not regret it.

We had brought Ajay from the hospital and led him to the ground floor bedroom that was prepared for him, since he could no longer climb stairs for some time.

In the evening he had severe pain his legs and knees. Jiju called up the doctor and got some prescriptions on the phone. He then went off to get these medicines. He returned a while later and post dinner we gave him these medicines. Even today I feel that Jiju purposely gave him sleeping tablets so that he could seduce me. Though he denies it and says the doc had given the prescription, knowing Jiju now, I still find it hard to believe him.

Our in-laws were not at home, so was didi and my nephew. My daughter had gone with my in-laws.

Jiju was nice enough to make coffee for me, though later he confessed that he was naughty and wicked enough to mix my coffee with about 6 ml of his semen. I had drunk it without feeling anything about it.

I prepared the dinner for the three of us. I had to feed Ajay on the bed since he was too weak to move out of it. Jiju had it in the hall. I put all the things back in place and went into my room. Jiju was in the hall watching TV news. Ajay and I spoke for some time when he began to feel drowsy and was slowly falling asleep, the result of the sleeping tablets. I bent down to kiss Ajay on his lips and he gathered me in his arms and we liplocked. Strangely, I did not feel any guilt while I kissed him. Here I was a married woman, with a loving husband and family, had borne my husband a beautiful baby girl, now losing my chastity to the son-in-law of the house, swallowed his cum and stripped myself before him. Short of having sex with him, I had given up myself already. It was a duality that did not affect me at all, even as I kissed him. I began to treat Ajay and Jiju as two separate individuals in my life. Ajay was one to whom I owed as a wife and mother and Jiju, was one who fulfilled my own latent sexual desires and showed me heaven.

And just as I guessed he was waiting for Ajay to go off to sleep, deep sleep. He confessed that he wanted to have sex with me tonight and that it was a great opportunity for both of us. I was nervous needless to say, and I rushed into the room again. I sat next to Ajay who was already asleep and snoring away. I caressed his hair and tears gathered in my eyes. He was handicapped and he needed me more than before and here I was whoring away my body to his brother-in-law.

Jiju had come behind me and he held my shoulder. With his expressive kind eyes he assured me that there was nothing to worry and that I was doing no wrong. We checked if Ajay was really fast asleep.

He took me in his arms. I was still nervous but he soon wiped my tears and pulled me closer, moving his arms behind my back. His hand rested on my buttocks and I was a bit taken aback. I guess I pushed myself into him. All along I was looking at Ajay, knowing fully well that I was not being loyal to him. But I had my own desires that was about to be fulfilled by the man in whose arms I stood.

He pulled up my face and kissed hard and I responded with equal ferocity. He kissed me all over my face and I returned the favour. I found myself opening up to his actions and was giving it back in equal if not more measure. He was tall and I leaned forward to kiss his lips again, as I felt his strong hands cup both my ample butts to support me.

I wanted to say that I loved him, but he prevented me with his kiss. I was still apprehensive about Ajay being around and was afraid that he would wake up anytime. He noticed my concern and left me and walked over to him a few feet away. And to my shock he shouted out his name. There was no response. I was amused and was taken aback by this sudden move. Ajay just turned over to his side.

I began to hit Jiju mockingly on his chest. He pulled another spare bed (mattress) lying near by and lay it down along with a few pillows and stripped himself quickly to his underwear and lay down. He held out his hands inviting me. I was still in two minds. It was a point of no return for me. I took the decision and held his hand and he pulled me over him. My breasts crushed on him and he began to caress me all over my back and neck, showering kisses. I too tried to do my bit to arouse him and arouse him I did. His cock jerked under me and I could feel it.

We made small talk as I lay over him. He asked me to remove my clothes. I got up from above him. Deciding to tease him a bit and arouse him further, I did a small strip dance as I discarded my salwar. He removed his underwear and threw it aside and began to slowly rub his penis. It was hard and erect. I hummed the song “Sheela ki Jawani” as I began to do a small item number shaking and thrusting my boobs at him and shaking my pelvis vulgarly at him. I was behaving like a slut!!

I kept my leg on his shoulder as he lifted my kameez up to see my wet panty. He pulled me down again and removed my kameez. Even before I could remove it, I felt his mouth on my bra and it was removed as quickly. He began to suck my breasts like a baby, biting and squeezing my tits and nipples. His penis was all over my legs wet with precum. He pushed me into a 69 position with me below. His erect cock was now bang opposite my face and I did not wait. I took it in to my throat, as he pushed himself in gently. At the same time, he removed my panty and spread my legs further. I felt his hot breath on my pussy and his tongue pasted itself on my cunt slurping at the copious secretions. He was licking me dry and at the same time mouth fucking me hard now.

I just held on to his cock with my mouth as I went into repeated orgasm as he sucked my pussy. He then lay exhausted next to me. He fed me his precum with his finger. He once again began to suck on my nipple and I welcomed into my arms. His sucking my breasts was making me wet again.

He got up and to my shock sat down next to Ajay. He pulled me to him and forced me to sit down between his legs. I knew what he wanted me to do. He had given me at least 2-3 orgasms, and he was still not done. His cock was now limp and hung along the bed side. I held his cock and then his balls. They were heavy and I commented about it. He said that they are full of semen and that he was about to ejaculate when I withdrew during our 69 position.

I began to arouse him by kissing him all over his naked body. He was strongly built, though not muscular. He was sexy and hot. Five minutes of kissing him all over, and I went down on him to find welcoming me a hard and erect penis waving in my face. I held it and began to suck it. He ejaculated almost immediately and I was confused. He explained that these were already on its way up when I withdrew. There was more to cum. I swallowed it and it tasted salty as usual. It was tangier this time and there was a strange erotic flavour to it. I was beginning to love this.

I sucked him for some more time and then he asked me to stop. He got up from the bed and holding me pushed me on the bed next to Ajay. He began to suck my cunt once again. I was beginning to get excited that the moment was not far off when he would penetrate me with his long penis and impregnate me with his sperms.

He asked me not to shout or scream. He pulled my legs up to his shoulders and after a bit of teasing my lips, he entered me slow and steady. I held my breath until he was deep inside and could go no further.
I experienced yet another orgasm immediately. I had someone else’s cock in my hungry pussy.

He held my breasts in his hands and began to push in and out slowly. He was big, definitely bigger than Ajay and I could feel it rubbing my insides as he went in and out of me. He began to slowly gather pace and began to thrust harder into me, ravaging my cunt with his cock, while his lips explored mine and his hands mauled by breasts.

His thrusts were pushing me gradually towards Ajay and it was becoming risky. I was burning inside as he shoveled my cunt with his penis. Suddenly he withdrew and asked me to turn around and stand with my arms on the bed. I bent slightly to allow him access to my pussy from behind. He did not waste time and I guided his cock into me. He held my breasts from behind. My face was now directly above my sleeping husband. What he would say if he woke up right then and saw his lovely beloved wife getting fucked in her wet hole by his own brother-in-law, I wondered. Shutting away the thoughts I tried to focus on the pleasure Jiju was giving me.

My breasts were now swaying right over Ajay’s face and for a moment I thought it would brush him. Jiju grabbed by hips and began to pull me back towards his cock. And then we froze for a moment as Ajay turned. But he was still fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up. Jiju resumed his pounding. He asked me if he should release his semen inside me. My answer was obvious. I needed to feel his heat inside me.

He bent over me and then firmly grasped my breasts. He began to pound harder and my vision was a blur. I could barely think. I had come twice even without knowing it then. And then I could feel his cock swell inside me. I stopped for a moment trying to feel the engorgement and then it came in hot spurts against the wall of my womb tunnel, spreading the cream all over.

I could then barely stand and I collapsed on the bed head down, close to Ajay’s face. I screamed obscenities, not worried if my screams would wake up my sleeping husband. He pulled out of me and I could feel the cum flowing out of my cunt. Jiju pushed me on the bed and asked me to close my legs. There I lay next to my sleeping husband, just fucked by his brother-in-law with his hot potent semen filling up my cunt. I was tired and lay with my eyes closed. When I opened, Jiju was still standing next to me with his semi-erect cock near my face with semen dropping from his cock. I looked up at him and I knew he wanted me to suck him off.

I nodded to him and he came close and inserted his cock into my waiting mouth. I sucked his cum off his penis. He lay down next to me. I adjusted myself in the small space available. He suckled me. I confessed then and there that I was in love with him. I began to doze off and when I woke up he asked me to go and freshen up. I got up and hurriedly gathered my clothes and rushed to the bathroom.

When I returned he went in and cleaned up. He tried to convince me to continue to have sex with him. But then I was beginning to feel the pangs of guilt. He convinced me to have quickies and occasional sexual encounters to which I agreed provided he kept to his word of keeping it a secret.

We cleaned up the place and the bed and then I made coffee for us. When our in-laws returned, he took leave. I was always nervous that we had left behind a tell-tale sign on the bed or in the room of our adventure, when my father-in-law came in to have a look at his son sleeping. After asking his well-being he left.

My sexuality was fully aroused by now and to be honest I could not think of a free time without being in the arms of Jiju. I am not sure if it was a Wednesday or a Thursday, but I received a message that he had returned from a trip and that he wanted me. I wanted him too; it had been almost a week since we had our first fully satisfying sexual intercourse that was to become a regular event between us. I was about to leave for my college and was fully dressed up. I dreaded to imagine what Jiju would do on seeing me. He would rip off my dress and without any foreplay would fuck me hard.

I was at his door soon and he closed the door behind me and pulled me into his arms. His hard cock pressed against my arse. We kissed, doing it as it was after a week. He removed the pin holding back my pallu and pushed me to sit on the sofa. He removed my pallu, opened my blouse even as he continued to wet it at places where my hard nipples were poking through the fabric of the bra and blouse. Soon I was sitting there with my chest exposed and he was feverishly nibbling at my nipples and pressing and sucking my breasts. I pleaded with him to let me go since I was getting late, but he in turn pleaded with me to let him lap at my soaking pussy.

I refused and he relented. After a few minutes more of satisfying himself with my breasts, he released me. I got up and put on my bra and blouse, neatened up and left with a last-minute kiss and press of my buttocks, while I grabbed his hard penis. I told him to go and relieve himself.

There was also one more incident that was exciting and adventurous for me. Jiju has failed to mention it. I am sure he should have. This was a function that we were attending in a village that was the home of my elder sis-in-law. Her in-laws stayed there. Their own house was a small one. Hence it was decided for all guests to be accommodated in the neighbour’s houses for the night. Basically, our family was accommodated in the immediate neighbouring house. It was a large village house, with a huge hall. And as night approached, we retired to bed early after dinner since there was a power cut anyway and also that people were tired after a hectic travel and had to wake up really early the next morning.

Beds were laid out next to each other and pillows and blankets provided for all. I was taking a walk with my daughter who was refusing to sleep. Ajay and others had already retired to bed. Ajay and Jiju had driven long. When my little one was sleepy, I picked her up and took her in. Now in the row of sleeping people in the dark I had no clue where I was supposed to sleep. I located Ajay. There was another male next to him and one vacant space on the other side. But the immediate next one was occupied by Jiju and then didi. Waking up them and asking them to interchange was not advisable. It would not be good either since if they exchanged places, Jiju would then be sleeping next to another female who was not our family. I put my girl next to Ajay and then slept next to her. Now on my right was my girl and to my left Jiju. I lay down and turned towards Jiju and I saw him looking at me with a smile on his face.

With my facial expressions I tried to tell him not to try anything. But he licked his lips and reached out to touch me. I tried to push him aside and covered myself with my blanket. He was not one to back out at such an opportunity. I would have accepted it too, but the fact that there were family members also around was scaring me. I was already breathing hard, I remember, when I felt a comforting palm on my left breast. I jerked and he motioned me to keep quiet. He began to slowly press my breasts and move his hand over to my face. I was scared and I immediately covered myself with my blanket. Inside the cover, I sucked his fingers one by one as he moved his hand over my throbbing lips. He moved back towards my breast and this time he covered my right one. He tried to reach inside my dress, but the position was not appropriate. Then he did the unthinkable. I felt some shuffling and soon I found his hand firmly covering my mouth and he lying over my body, supported by his arms. I was shocked and the sudden intrusion. I could never imagine Jiju taking the risk. Fortunately, he had covered us with our blankets. But my horror increased manifold as I could feel him press into me. When I reached down to touch him, I encountered bare flesh of his beautiful rounded buttocks. He had removed his dhoti and underwear completely and was lying over me naked down the waist.

I tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t. I could not invite trouble for us by making any noise. My husband lay next to me, and his wife on the other side. I felt him toying with the strings of my pyjama and then he pulled it down to my ankles, while still lying over my body. He fumbled with the hooks of my bra and I could feel the pleasant surprise smile when he discovered that my bra was already unhooked. (Like most women in India, I unhook the bra to free the breasts before sleeping at night). He moved both his hands under my dress and pushing up the cups began to squeeze my soft flesh. I was beginning to get wet at the possibility that he was introducing me to, and I began to cooperate with him. I held his head in my hands and began to mouth kiss him. He pouted noiseless kisses on my neck, face and ears, as I squirmed within the limited confines of the blanket that strategically covered us both. I could feel his naked erect penis lying against my naked thigh. I was still with my panty on and I did not know how to proceed. He finished arousing himself (I did not need any) and I could feel a rock hard meat trying to meet the soft folds of my pussy lips.

I lifted my hips a bit and reaching down tried to pull it off, I spread my legs a bit and he sunk between my legs. I looked around and cautiously lifted himself off me and that enabled me to remove my panty completely. My pyjama and panty now lay at my feet.

He slowly resumed his place between my legs, ensuring at the same time that we were well covered by the blanket. I could not wait and grabbed his meat and guided him into me. I was soaking wet and he pushed in easily. In one stroke he lay deep inside. I could feel his big cock fill me. An involuntary moan left my throat and he looked around to see if I had woken up anyone. It took a while before he started to slowly thrust into me. I had to hold back my moans and screams and I dug my finger nails into his back and buttock flesh as I tried to take control of his movements. He had his way and soon was doing it hard and slowly into me, sending me into heaven and bringing me back with each push. Except for the mild sloshing sound of his cock in my pussy and the snorings of the sleeping people, it was silence all around.

I was of course nervous with the whole thing and I looked to my left. In the darkness I thought I saw my sis-in-law looking at me with a smile. I froze. And I think Jiju also felt me stiffening. His face was fortunately under the blanket and on my chest. I felt him pause his suckling. Under the blanket I pinched him to warn him.

I was right. My sis-in-law was looking at me, then she smiled and turned over to the other side, with her arm over her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head. I was mortified. I just didn’t know what to do. Did she realise that her husband was under the blanket over me. There was no way of she knowing it actually. After about a few minutes, I took a deep breath and then caressed Jiju’s arm. He got the hint and resumed his activities on my body.

He continued to nuzzle my neck and lick the ear lobes as he worked his penis into my vagina, rough and hard, but very very slowly. It was magic and soon I had lost myself into my orgasms as my eyes rolled back in their sockets, and I clenched my lips and dug into his buttocks. I gasped for breath; he made no pause. Since he was slow and rhythmic, I achieved two more orgasms. I think it was about 15 minutes of steady fucking, when I felt myself reaching the fourth. And just as I touched mine, without any warning or feeling I could feel his hot semen splashing inside me. Five spurts and he was down on me, leaving his body limp to be supported by me. Our bodies rose and fell in unison as we breathed hard together. Our sexual union had been gentle and at the same time most exhausting. His penis remained plugged inside my cunt hole. I had possibly lost consciousness and he too had tired off.

Next when I opened my eyes, I thought I could hear hens and cocks. I was horrified at the thought of daylight breaking. He still lay over my body and I could feel his penis head at the edge of the pussy lips.

I looked at my watch in the darkness, It was 1.30 am. And I was relieved to note that it was just 15 minutes that we had slept off. But it was too risky now and anyone could wake up to go to the toilet.

I shook him and his penis got dislodged. He murmured and I pushed him over a bit further on to his pillow. He woke up and pulled up his underwear and just wrapped his dhoti around him.

He whispered asking me if I was okay. I nodded a yes and told that he took too much risk. He whispered “You are worth it” that made me very happy. I covered myself immediately and pulled up my panty. My pussy had dried up and I dreaded the thought that I might get pregnant. He noticed my fear and smiled and told me to remind him to give me a pill the next day. I smiled weakly and slowly got up to pick up my panty. Keeping it aside I pulled up my pyjama and tied it up. I adjusted my bra cups and pulling down my kameez lay down again, covering my blanket.

He was still staring at me. I could not resist him. He had just fucked me and I felt that I needed him again. I just moved in slowly next to him, as he gathered me in his right arm and I lay in the cradle of his shoulder and neck. He kissed my cheeks and we cozied up into each other.

Next morning when I woke up, I realized that I was one of the last to wake up. Jiju was not to be seen. Only I, my girl and one other older person were around. I looked around under me for the mess that might have been created due to last night’s session, but there was none, much to my relief.

I woke up after adjusting my hair and went out to the bathroom. Jiju came out of it, draped in a towel around his waist, smelling fresh of soap. He smiled and pouted a kiss. I blushed and he brushed his palm on my breast as we went past. I almost lost my balance. I remember rushing in and using my finger on myself.

A little while later, didi came up to me and taking me aside, said. I tried to maintain my composure and calm.

“You guys were very naughty last night. Very adventurous, to do it in public. Next to the common toilet in that house is a shed where they have stacked coconut shells and hay. You could have asked him to take you there”

I froze. What did she mean? That meant that she did really see us having sex. But did she really know that it was her husband fucking me last night? I was red with shame and fumbled for words to apolgoise. I wanted to find out what she thought.

She held my hand trying to comfort me off my discomfiture. I tried to play safe by saying, “I told him not to do it. But he wanted to do it right away. He doesn’t listen to me”
“Do you want me to talk to Ajay?” she asked.

At last I was sure that she thought it was Ajay and had no clue that it was her own husband. But I was horrified again by the thought that she would talk to Ajay about this, who himself was clueless.

“No, No..please…he will be embarrassed if you tell him. Better if you tell Jiju about it and let him talk to Ajay”

“Ok..ok..relax..I can understand. But you need to be very careful. These people are very very conservative and traditional. It will be shameful if someone sees you doing it like this. It is better in the shed, if you really want to do it again”

I asked her, “How do you know about the shed?”
Didi blushed. I was curious.

She replied, “At around 3 o’clock your Jiju woke me up and said he was feeling excited. We went to the shed and did it there”

I was shocked again. After fucking me, he took his own wife and fucked her in the shed. My god, what a man he was, I thought. After a small talk we separated. I came across Jiju again later in the day. I confronted him with the truth, that Didi saw us. He was not slightly disturbed. I asked him why.

He was calm and composed and replied, “I know that she knows. She told me that she saw you and Ajay having sex next to her. I didn’t tell her that it was me, not Ajay”

I mockingly hit him on the chest, taking care that no one was around.
“And then you had sex with her immediately after fucking me?” I asked.
“Yes..I began to feel excited again when you lay in my arms sleeping. But I did not want to scare you again. So I woke her up and asked her. She told me about this shed and we went there and had sex”

I knew about his stamina but nevertheless asked him, “Did you ejaculate again?”
“Of course, I did. But I wore a condom. By the way take this pill as soon as you can” he said and handed me the pill.

This man was a horny bull indeed. So much of sexual craving and so much semen. Insatiable, he is. I took the pill from him and took it a few minutes later.

Another time, I remember but Jiju does not think it was very memorable one to put in his post. I decided to write anyway. I was to go away to Shimoga for a teacher’s training programme for a week. I dreaded the thought of how I could stay without his cock for so long.

I called him up and told him about my plans. He was disappointed and began to beg me not to go. He said that he could not stay without having sex with me every day. I told him that he had Didi to pleasure him but I would have no one. All the more, he said, reason that I should not go. But it was part of my work and I had to.

We worked out a plan. I was to leave on Sunday evening by train. We decided to catch up on Saturday. I told my folks at home that I was going to college, while I actually had applied a leave to prepare for the week long stay out of home. Leave was granted. He called as soon as he was alone at home and I left home for his.

As soon as I came in he locked the door pulled me into his arms and locked his mouth on mine. His hands roamed all over my back. I had worn a sari as I would normally do to work. He unclasped the pin holding my pallu and dropped it down, exposing my breasts demurely covered in my blouse.

He picked me up in his powerful arms and I held his head as we continued to kiss, and lick each other’s faces. He dropped me on the bed and literally jumped upon my body. We lay entwined in each other’s arms hugging kissing and biting each other.

“Don’t go”, he said.
“I have to. Take me as much as you can today” I pleaded. Both of us were thirsting for sex from each other and did not want to let go this opportunity. We would be meeting again after a week or so.

He got up from the bed and quickly removed his clothes. I pulled him to me and began to kiss and lick him all over his body. He moaned and turned over as I got over him now. I knelt and began to explore with my tongue his entire body. While he was not new to me anymore, every time I licked and kissed him there was a freshness in him. I focused on his proud penis that was already hard and erect and erupting precum. I licked the liquid and smeared it on its length.

I got up briefly and he moaned and tried to prevent me.
“I am getting naked” I said, and he let me go as he continued to watch me remove my sari and petticoat very carefully and folded it and kept neatly aside. I removed my blouse and bra.

He jumped from the bed and pulled me to him and holding me around my waist turned me around and took a mouthful of my breast in to his mouth and began to suck. I was equally horny and wanted him to finish his foreplay fast and take me. I was leaking like a tap and my juices were flowing all along my thighs.

“Do it to me now Jiju. Can’t wait any longer. “

He took the cue and roughly held my hair and kissed my mouth. He then pushed me on all fours on the bed and knelt behind me and without any warning he had entered my wet tunnel and buried deep inside me. So wet I was.

He leaned over me and holding my breasts and kissing my neck began to pound my pussy hard as if that was the last time we were having sex. He mauled my breasts, even as he banged in and out of my wet pussy. I supported myself on my left hand and began to move my hand towards my clit.

He was going in and out of me at a furious speed and I could barely breathe. His cock was so deep in my womb that for a moment I had a feeling that if and when he ejaculated, it would come out of my mouth. His balls were banging against my buttocks and the inner thighs as they swayed and hit me hard with every thrust. It was fast and furious. I often wondered how he managed to hold so much sperm in his balls. Today they were hard and heavy and bouncing against my legs.

I remember moaning and screaming asking him to fuck me hard, pleading with him to release all his cum inside me. I loved to feel his cum splash in my inner depths. It would be hot, and then as I felt it spread along the walls of the interiors, I could feel that I was fulfilled like never before. While I secretly wished to be impregnated by him, I feared for the consequences. I therefore never let it stay inside me for long and would always rush to the toilet to flush it out as soon as he withdrew.

But today, the way he was going at my cunt, I knew that I would not be able to prevent it. He seemed to be full and I feared that some strong sperm would avoid my flushing to reach my eggs. A full 10 minute of pounding, that left my cunt sore later, he released his hot semen deep down into my womb and he came in 5 large spurts that hit my inner walls. He did not withdraw and he stayed with his penis plugged in my pussy as he collapsed on my back exhausted. I was pushed down on the bed as he lay with his face on my neck breathing hard and rapidly. I was sweating even though I had made no effort.

I remember requesting him to get up from over me. He was heavy of course, but my breasts were squashed on the bed in his hands. He reluctantly got up after kissing my neck and cheeks. His penis was now limp. I was horrified soon enough as not a drop of his cum flowed out. I pulled up from the bed and staggered to the toilet in an attempt to clean my pussy of all his fluids. I was addicted to his body and his sex.

Another time, again Jiju has not mentioned it in his writings, and that remains etched in my memory like it was just yesterday.

He called me again on a Saturday afternoon to his home. I knew that we would be alone. Didi was away at work and my nephew at school. It was a hot afternoon, and I knew Jiju could barely wait to get me out of my clothes.

That day he proposed that we watch a pornographic video together as we sat in the hall naked to the skin in each other’s arms. He put on the video and we watched a ramdom compilation of movies. It had everything that a pornographic movie should have, I was told by Jiju. Having never before seen one for a long time a movie of this type, I was horny half way throught the movie. It had blowjobs, handjobs, 69, breast sucking, cunnilingus, arse fucking, deepthroat, lactation, cum swallowing, threesome, foursome, lesbianism, MMF, FFM, MMFF, FFFM, MMMF, gang-bangs and orgy, everything…

I began to stroke him even as he lay down in front of the TV. I went into a 69 position and we sucked each other for almost 10 minutes. I remember distinctly that that day, Jiju was in a horribly horny mood and he wanted to try everything that was being shown. He made me kneel down and suck his cock and then he went down on me sending me into an orgasm. He did not allow me to recover and made me sit on his cock and fuck myself. I then reversed position and then came and fucked me between my breasts. Every time he withdrew just in time, and took a few seconds off before I gave him a brief suck to wake up his monster.

He then made me kneel on all fours and fucked my pussy from the rear. And as he fucked he asked me if he could ejaculate on my face, like it was shown in the video. I did not know what to expect and in the midst of the hard pounding, I just nodded.

A good ten minutes of a mix of gentle and hard pounding later, he turned me and lay me down on the floor. He knelt on my face with his hard throbbing cock in hand. It was wet with my juices as he spread it all over the shaft. I was barely breathing.

He positioned himself over my face, and I helped by supporting his rapid masturbation by holding his buttocks. He was masturbating furiously. His hands were a blur in the rapid movements on the cock. I waited for the unknown. I knew he would ejaculate, of course. But I was just not prepared.

And soon he came. The first massive shot hit me straight right in the middle of my forehead. It was like a burning bullet. And even before I could take in the shot and the feel of the gooey liquid dribbling down over my nose, another one hit me and then another after a brief pause. In all 5 or was it 6 massive cum shots hit me in the face, leaving a stream of sticky cum all over. The cream spread over my eyes, and I was forced to shut my eyes. When the attack subsided, I felt him offering his cock to me to suck on.

I took it in and felt it around with my tongue. There was barely any cum on the cock. It looked like he had emptied himself on my face. I sucked it for a while. It was still hard and erect. I stayed still until I felt him take it out of my mouth. He held me by my hands and lifted me and led me to the mirror on the sink. He wiped my eyelids off the cum and asked me to lick his finger. I did and then slowly opened my eyes to see myself in the mirror. I looked like a slut. He had sprayed my entire face and hair with his cum. There was not a part of my face that was not smeared white. I wondered a bit if it was only he who sprayed or if there were a couple of others like him. I just couldn’t believe the amount of semen that he had pasted on my face. He wanted me to lick off the cum of my face. I refused. I wanted to stay like that for some time. The semen was still hot and had begun to stick to my face. In some places, it began to drop off and I collected it and spread it back. God knows that he was possessed that day, and I have not known a hornier Jiju than that day. I had to spend an extra 15-20 minutes shampooing my hair to remove the cum that had dried and braided my hair. As an after thought I only wished that I had asked Jiju to take a photo of me with the cum shower. It was truly an erotic view of me.

Then came the most and most memorable event in my life when I became my Jiju’s wife, so to say, with my family’s consent. Much of this has to be credited to my didi, Jiju’s wife and my husband’s sister, who willingly consented to this arrangement. No wife in this world would have accepted the arrangement proposed, and I shall remain ever indebted to her. I just hope that I am reborn in my next birth as her sister or mother or even daughter, so that I can repay the debt that I cannot repay in this birth.

My family was wanting a male child for a very long time and my mother-in-law also had long discussions in the kitchen with me every other day. Fortunately, both my in-laws very educated enough to know that the male child is a contribution of the father. But they thought I was a “listening woman” they shared their wishes with me and not with their own son.

A few attempts at having sex with Ajay failed miserably since he could not maintain his erection long enough to penetrate me. Or was it that I was cold to his desires since my own were being fulfilled by Jiju? I would never know. But sex with Ajay was a disaster from now on. Not that we did not try.

We did a couple of checks with the doctor and the labs and most of them were of the same opinion, more or less. Ajay was consuming a medicine that while curing his limp and injury faster, was also reducing his sperm count drastically and also causing a potential case of impotency and lack of erection.

We went back to the ortho who treated him who mentioned that he did not know that we would be interested in a child else he would never have given him those tablets. He did a few tests but said that while he would change the courses, it was probably a bit late in the day. Recovery to normal levels of sperm count would take not less than a couple of years or more and that too was not a conclusive result.

We did try again, but we knew it was a lost case now. Time was also running out for us. I was nearing 37 and rearing a child at this stage was not practical. We did try to convince our parents-in-law not to insist on this but they had made up their desires amply clear. We did mention adoption, or IVF, but none of them were actually decisive in nature for me to bear Ajay’s child. We also tried thinking of sperm donation by a third party, but was rejected by our elders. They did not want an unknown baby whose birth antecedents would not be known.

My father-in-law suggested that in that case, they could use my brother-in-law’s (Ajay’s younger brother) sperm to impregnate me. In that case it would be a known origin child and it would remain within the family. But my mother-in-law rejected the idea saying that he was of weak constitution and his elder child, a boy, was also similar. She did not want to risk having me to bear a weak child.

With all other options over, we were quiet for a few days. Even as this was going on, Jiju and I were enjoying our sexual adventures. During one such session, this thought struck me. I would suggest that Jiju should make me pregnant. His son, my nephew, was a strong and agile kid. Even Jiju was a strong handsome man and any female would want him. I knew it was a workable proposal and it would be accepted. Only didi had to be convinced. I mentioned this to Ajay and he in turn spoke to his parents.

A few days later I was told that didi had accepted. What was left now was to get Jiju to “accept” it. And would he refuse? I was sure that he would jump at the idea. I was secretly happy and at the same time had to display nervousness and shyness.

The day came when my family confronted my Jiju about this proposal and he had agreed provided I agreed. Little did he know that it was I myself who had proposed this. The rest is exactly as written by Jiju. I became pregnant at the end of the 3rd month of the sexual liaison.

I delivered a healthy baby boy. He even managed to convince didi to spend time with me post-delivery and also got me to breast feed him. My didi was good enough to take care of our son even as we spent time in bed. He would lie down on my lap and drink my breast milk to his heart’s content. I would still have enough for our child.

We do not have sex these days, but he does indulge in hugs, squeezes and kisses in front of my didi who doesn’t mind, as long as she gets the same attention in private. I consider Jiju my part time husband now and we are now trying to convince our spouses for just one night of togetherness when we can enjoy each other. Once a week I get to spend a few hours with Jiju with didi’s permission, when we go a little further when I suck his cock and he gets to suck my now empty breasts and my scorching hot wet pussy.(though we don’t tell didi that we do all these things. She is under the impression that we discuss our baby’s growth)

Ajay has recovered and is doing his bit to give me the same sexual pleasures that I received from Jiju. I have also started to like his cum and swallow it much to his delight. But bearing his child in my womb is now ruled out altogether. His sperm count has not come up to the level that could make me pregnant. We don’t need it anymore anyway.