Third time is the charm

Our day and night nonstop fucking had led to my wife’s pregnancy sooner than planned. She was in her 6th month. So we held a baby shower at her parents’ mansion in Kolkata. It was mostly a ladies affair, and I was secluded to my room or to the terrace.

I was heading for a drink with the boys upstairs when my wife called me, “Shona, can you help with my saree.” I turned back. Coming from a traditional Bengali family, I tied my own dhoti and knew exactly how to drape a saree. So I helped my wife to tuck her saree from behind and did her pleats.

Just then, I noticed my wife’s younger sister at the dressing table. Piya is 20 years old and unmarried. The sly girl was watching us the whole time. I greeted her awkwardly:

Sudip: O hi, I didn’t see you.

Piya: Hi Sudip, sorry I was just getting ready.

Her sexy feminine voice and the fact that she called my name brought me closer to her. She was so pretty that I couldn’t be strict with her. In fact, in the last two years, she had turned into a hottie.

She was a petite 5’5” with lovely stats of 34-26-34. Her golden-yellow skin was spotless and naturally hairless. She had big drunken eyes and full, luscious lips that begged to be kissed. To top it, she was smiling shyly, showing off her pretty white teeth.

It was the half shy, slutty smile that turned me on and gave me a hard erection every time I saw her. She caught me off guard, admiring the sensual dark silky curls that grazed her exposed shoulders in a long bob haircut. Then she turned and asked me sweetly:

Piya: Can you tie my blouse laces?

My wife had already left. So, I moved her hair aside without hesitating, enjoying its soft texture and exposing her smooth nape. Then I took the laces of her backless blouse and tied them on top and bottom.

She faced me, smiling shyly, holding her hair to one side with her hand, and batted her long eyelashes. I looked down at her cute cleavage and took a step back before I could lose control over myself.

Piya was standing in her petticoat, and her saree was on the bed. She asked me softly.

Piya: I need help with the saree.

Sudip: Ok, just start with one side…

Piya: Jiju, it’s my first time wearing a saree

Left with no choice, I looked nervously towards the doorway. I could hear only sounds from the floor below. No one was coming our way.

I tugged her petticoat down until it covered her heels. Then wrapping one end of the saree tightly around her round ass, I tucked the top edge of the saree into the petticoat. I could feel her laced panties inside the petticoat, and Piya bent her head to hide her expressions.

Finishing up, I smoothed the creases around her ass and tucked the big bunch of pleats into her navel. The folded pleats went all the way inside near her crotch, and the back of my hand must’ve brushed her pussy. Piya let out a sigh and clutched my shoulder.

Her bangles clinked as I pulled out my hand slowly, feeling the slight puppy fat on her milky stomach. I put both hands on her hips to check if the saree was firmly in place.

She held my hands and pulled them up into the narrow curve of her exposed waist, and looked up into my eyes. I felt a strong attraction for her, like a magnet pulling me, but broke away at the last second.

Piya gave me her beautiful hand to hold while she stepped into her 4-inch heels. I bent and looped the straps around her pretty ankles.

Piya had turned into a woman, and I was rapidly falling for her. I wasn’t sure if I was reading her signals right. If I made the wrong move, it would mean the end of my marriage with my beautiful wife.

Leaving Piya with the other ladies, I carried on upstairs to have a drink with the boys. I realized that I had a hard erection with no outlet. I couldn’t fuck my wife at this late stage of pregnancy, so I planned to masturbate later.

Someone said that the snacks must be ready in the kitchen. I volunteered to go so that I could feast my eyes on Piya once again. As soon as I entered the living room, she caught my eyes.

She was telling a lady that her nose ring is too heavy. The lady teased Piya, saying she needs to have her ‘nath’ removed soon. It’s a joke in north India. (Removing the ‘nath’ or nose ring means losing one’s virginity.)

As I passed by the group of ladies, Piya asked me innocently if I can remove her nath. I hesitated and walked on. Piya followed me and asked in double meaning words:

Piya: Jiju, you can do it with a single finger.

Sudip: Your didi will kill me, go and ask your fiancée.

Piya: You’re so boring.

I got the snacks, and the ladies started dancing. Within 5 minutes, a small kid came upstairs to call me. Piya’s saree had come loose. She held her saree pleats and led me back to my room.

I told her it was bound to happen because her figure is so slim. A woman’s hips need to be wider to hold the saree up. Without thinking, I opened her petticoat and tied it tightly to hold the saree firmly in place. Then I tied her saree tightly without looking up. She teased me casually.

Piya: Just think I’m your wife, show me how romantic you are.

I was sitting on the arm of a sofa, facing her midriff. I kept quiet and finished her pleats, then pinched her waist and gave a kiss on her navel.

Sudip: This is what you’d get if you’re my wife. Now let’s go back before your fiancée comes.

She just smiled mischievously and bit her lower lip, holding back her lust. She was definitely a horny bitch in heat. I was amazed that she chose to flirt with me when her fiancée was right there, with the boys upstairs.

She was a cocktease on purpose; to play with her prey before attacking. There was no ‘conquest’ with her fiancée because he would readily agree to please her. My cock had started hurting with the sexual cat and mouse game going on.

When the small boy came again to call me, I knew it was her. My sexual predator had decided to attack. I made up my mind to confront her and stormed into my room, saying.

Sudip: Don’t tell me the saree came off again.

She was standing near the dresser, taking off her nose ring, and turned towards me. Her saree was perfectly intact. Trying hard to suppress her smile, she put her long arms around my neck and asked innocently.

Piya: Sudip, how will I tie it when you’re not there? Take it off and teach me na.

She was too cheeky and irresistible. I pinched her pink, baby-soft cheek and tried to kiss her other cheek before escaping from the scene. She stepped closer and turned her face at the right moment to get kissed on her lips.

We stood quietly for a second. Looking at her face, I couldn’t resist any longer and kissed her beautiful lips one more time, gently. She put one pretty hand on my jaw and threw her elbow around my shoulder for a more intimate kiss. I buried my fingers in her thick silky hair.

I held her head while kissing her softly and opening her lips a little to taste her sweet tongue. She responded very nicely and locked our lips for a lovely smooch. Her ‘umm’ and ‘aah’ sounds mixed with the soft smooching noises were driving me crazy. I closed the door and started removing her clothes.

The first piece to go was her blouse. I had pulled strings loose and taken them off gently while she was busy kissing me. Luckily there was no separate bra. Then I dipped my hand under her navel and opened the knot of her petticoat. The entire saree slipped off her hips and dropped on the floor.

Piya was standing in a small skin-colored panty. Her perfectly conical 34C boobs were jiggling lightly. I decided to suck on her deep reddish-pink nipples. I kneaded one of her tits like mixing wheat flour while sucking on the other breast. After doing both sides, I decided to unravel her cunt.

As I rolled off her panties down her silky thighs, I couldn’t find a single trace of pubic hair. She had treated herself with a Brazilian wax. Of course, I thought the bitch would always be horny because of her smooth pussy lips being tickled by her satin panty.

Even a rustle of the saree pleats would’ve rubbed into her clit, making her flush with heatwaves. I glided my fingers on the edges of her pussy lips and hooked my middle finger under her hood. She lost all control of herself and flopped her head on my chest, saying, “Umm…aah, Sudip,” in a low tone.

I pushed her back and let her light frame drop into the soft cotton bed. The clock was ticking, and I was desperate to fuck her at least once. If our spontaneous fuck ended well, we could plan for slow sex later.

She watched with wide eyes as I stood on one knee and rubbed my cock on her pussy entrance. She was dripping wet already, but she reached out to hold my cock. I let her have it for a quick second. She wrapped her long fingers around my shaft, trying to measure its thickness. She wanted me desperately.

Then I suddenly realized and said out loud.

Sudip: Oh god, really!

Piya: I love you, Sudip, please don’t stop na.

She was a virgin and ready to do it the first time with me. I wouldn’t have come this far if I’d known earlier, but it was too late. I was overcome with love for Piya. She was the first girl who’d offered me her cherry, just for love.

I bent and kissed her more passionately this time. Playing with her hair like a lover rather than a lusty consensual partner, I guided my cock into her pussy entrance. Pushing in and out slowly, I was going a little deeper every time. I felt back pressure from her vagina.

I covered her mouth with my hand and plunged in swiftly. The slight pressure gave away under my strong hips, and she yielded a muffled shriek into my hand. Her eyes became big for a second, and then she relaxed as I got into a fucking rhythm.

She tried to raise her hips for my strokes as best as possible. Her efforts looked cute, and I kissed her again to reward her for her first attempt. With just a slight tickle under her pussy, she started climaxing with involuntary moans. I had to keep her mouth covered as she got high with her first real orgasm, though it was illegal

I buried my face in her soft locks and bit her silky neck, licking its entire length while cumming deep inside her hole. With our burning desires cooled down a bit, we got up to get dressed. She was looking disheveled and smoothed her hair quickly.

Leaving the door wide open, we stood 3 feet apart as I instructed her with a dhoti over my jeans. Piya was almost ready with the saree fall hanging over her shoulder. Just then, her fiancée walked in to check on her. Piya took over the conversation, with a wink at me to keep quiet.

Piya: Jiju has been so patient. He had to show me three times before I could do the saree pleats perfectly

Luckily he didn’t find anything amiss and answered without much thought, “Yeah, it is just like that sometimes. The third time is the charm.”