The Story – Episode 4 – Aunt’s Balcony Revelation

Hi readers, Aman here! Hope you guys are healthy in this unforeseen pandemic. I wish for the well-being of you and your family. We will overcome this!

Though delayed, this story is the 4th installment in the series, “The Story”. Please read the previous installments before continuing further for a better experience.

In this part, I will detail my encounter with my Aunt Sneha, who is my mother’s younger brother’s (uncle’s) spouse. They got married in 2009 and currently have two kids and are settled abroad. These incidents happened during her stay at our ancestral home during the initial years of her marriage.

The story begins, it’s in the year 2010!

It was my first year in under-graduation. My parents thought it would be good to get me enrolled in a good college in my native so that I can stay with my grandparents. Only my grandparents and my aunt stay at the ancestral home till I joined the lot.

Aunt chose to stay with them as my uncle had gone abroad and decided not to take her with him for the time being. She was preparing for some competitive exams and had to finish her post-graduation too.

She was just six years elder to me so we got together pretty quickly. Even though she was my aunt, I used to call her “sis” as she didn’t look like an “Aunt”. She was neither too slender not too voluptuous.

For a visual comparison, you may imagine her body to be similar to the famous actress Parvathy Thiruvotu (she the girl in the wheelchair in movie Bangalore days) but fairer, creamy white to be exact.

My aunt’s breasts were a little bit saggy for her age but completely unnoticeable due to her dressing sense. The same goes for her love handles and creamy thighs, it is just perfect for her overall Arabian goddess-type physique. I am not an ass-person so please forgive me for not describing the same.

Now, let’s get to the important stuff!

My aunt and I lived in separate rooms on the first floor adjacent to each other and my grandparents stayed in the master bedroom on the ground floor. The only thing separating the floors was a wooden “noisy” staircase which had around fifteen steps so not commonly used by the old folks.

Both the rooms on the first floor had separate balconies and a slippery sunshade between them. Both the balconies were facing the paddy fields so there was an excellent view and also no “Nosy” neighbors to worry about.

It was around 12:30 am, I was not getting sleep so I decided to get some fresh air. I opened the balcony door and came out, sat on the sitting area facing the green paddy fields and a semicircular moon only accompanied by the sound of wind and crickets, till I heard something strange. It was a light moaning sound!

First I thought it as the cats as they sometimes engage in their “business” and make such noises. But it sounded nothing like it as I listened carefully and located the source. It was coming from the room next to me.

Since their honeymoon last year and the two months after my uncle left abroad, my aunt was not having an active sexual life. One can understand this from her tone during her chat with my uncle over the phone, it was as if she wanted him to crawl through the phone line and get to her that instant so that she can get her cravings satiated.

I was observant of all these behavioral changes only after the aforementioned night when I heard the strange light moaning.

I had already guessed that my aunt was masturbating, but my voyeur mind had to see it with my own eyes for confirmation as I was not sure and at that time I used to think Indian “traditional” women don’t masturbate.

I tried to peek into the opposite room from my balcony but nothing was visible. I was not able to control my curiosity so I came out of my room to see if I can see anything through the keyhole on her door.

I tried to peep through all the angles but was not able to see anything as the bed was nowhere near the visible area but I was able to hear the sounds clearly. My aunt was on a call with someone and she was talking to him and moaning at frequent intervals. It must be my uncle on the other side and they were having phone sex, I deduced.

Still, I wanted to see her doing it so I decided to do something which I would have never done in normal circumstances, that is to use the sunshade to get on the other balcony where there was a window facing directly to her bed.

The sunshade was slippery and the wall had no railings but I somehow managed to cross-over, with a pounding heart.

The bed lamp was on, and there she was on the bed. I could see her fully now. She was indeed speaking to someone over the phone and she had earphones attached so I was not able to confirm the caller.

My aunt was wearing a black satin silk sleeveless nighty, which was pulled up to her belly button fully exposing her dripping wet honeypot. With two fingers, she was massaging her clit in the clockwise direction and pulling it frequently.

The ecstasy of self-pleasure was making her coil and gyrate, accompanied by the sweetest and erotic moans and occasional licking of the fingers.

“Now I’ve had the time of my life. No, I never felt like this before” this song was playing in my mind for some reason which was giving me a painful erection due to this beautiful vision before me. I continued to observe.

My young Indian aunt moved her hand towards the bed table. She opened the draw and pulled out something. It was a bottle of Nivea deodorant and then something weird happened.

Aunt started to lick the bottle from bottom to top like a Popsicle. Shit!! That bottle looks just like a 7” erect cock. Man! Indian women had to be creative those days as sex toys were not a thing yet!

I knew what was to happen next as she started to rub the slimy bottle on her wet, dripping pussy slowly..and gently. After a few minutes, she slowly started to insert the “cock” into her love-hole enjoying and taking time on every millimeter of insertion.

It was completely in now, she was bursting with pleasure, I could see her eyeballs tearing up and her mouth salivating.

The guy on the phone was having the time of his life and so was I. My aunt started to pump the bottle in and out as gradually as a snail climbing a vertical wall.

I pulled out my throbbing cock which could no longer be contained in the trousers and started to stroke it in sync with her pumping.

This was the first and only time I masturbated in the open and the feeling was bliss, the cool wind gently blowing on my pre-cum covered dick-head and the white-noise created by rattling leaves and smell of nishagandhi flowers were creating heaven for me on my aunt’s balcony.

Her voice was sweet and erotic. I wanted to know more so I focused in on her conversation and this is what I could hear:

Sneha: “Umm..yes push it further darling.. even deeper..yes darling.. more..more..hahhh” (then she curled up, I guess she had an orgasm lasting for almost a minute and then she continued.)

“Mmmmiiii..ooooh..I have needed this for a long time darling..uhha..why do you deny me the real pleasure..the thick cock of yours and your sweet tongue..you used to drown me in pleasure.. my body..every time we met and every time I sneaked out of my house at night in the rubber plantations..”

I was a bit confused at this time as my uncle was nothing like the man she was describing now. My uncle was a complete wimp who would never sneak out for anything, let alone for sex.

There were no rubber plantations near our home and he never had time to do all the things she was saying as he barely stayed for two months, more than half of which was spent in the ancestral home.

I needed to get clarity so I continued to overhear the conversation and by this time, she was ready for a second round with the bottle cock.

Sneha: “I need you..I am not getting any satisfaction with my life now..please..I need you.. let’s do it again..I will make an excuse and come home in the coming weekend..you be ready.”

“I can’t take this pseudo-life with this guy anymore. My father only focused on financial security and not my happiness and now I am suffering.. Darling, are you listening??”

“I wanted to be with you but my father would never have agreed to our relationship.. that doesn’t mean I stopped loving you my darling (starts to tear up a little) will you come..huh? will you..please..yes baby..haaa..mmm.. yes baby.. mmmm..aaaaa..David (I ejaculated at immediately out of shock)..yes..more.. more..”

WTF! What did I just hear? Who the fuck is David? Certainly not my uncle! And what is this about father not agreeing? Is she talking to another man? Her lover!! An affair!!

Stay tuned for the next part!

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