Sinful Lust: Missus turns Mistress – Part 2

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I woke up the next morning, still upset about the events of last night. I was very annoyed that my husband couldn’t satisfy me in bed while his brother was a stallion.
Anil noticed that I was frowning the entire morning and asked what was wrong. I just ignored and brushed aside his inquiries saying nothing was wrong. But something was definitely wrong. My pussy was crying for a long hard fucking session.
I had a newfound admiration for bhaisaab from that day. But at the same time, some of me had started to hate didi. I guess it was jealousy. Both Anil and bhaisaab left to go to work.
Later that morning, even Didi noticed my annoyance. When she enquired, I just said I had disturbed sleep and a splitting headache. Didi, however, was very sweet to me that morning. She asked me to rest. She didn’t give me any chores to do. She made me a cup of coffee and brought it to my room.
Seeing this, I relaxed a little, and my annoyance at her decreased. However, as she left the room, I noticed her limp a little. It hit me that she was still sore from the humping she got last night. This again sparked a fire in my belly, and I became annoyed.
Apart from the jealousy burning in my stomach, there was also the fire of horniness burning in my loins. To my utter bad luck, I saw no way to douse either fire.
The day went on. I spent most of the time in my room. Didi even sent the lunch to my room. But I barely ate it. At about 2 PM, didi came into my room and said that Maaji (my mother-in-law) wanted to go to the temple. She asked whether I would accompany them.
I was in no mood to be anywhere near didi. So I made an excuse saying my head was still hurting and said I would stay home. She said that she understood. She told me I would be alone at home as the servants had taken the day off.
As she left the room, an idea clicked in my head. I waited for them to leave the house. If Maaji goes to the temple, she will take at least an hour and a half to return. That was enough time to accomplish my idea.
At about 3.30 PM, Maaji, Didi and my nephew left for the temple. I looked out from the window. I waited for the car to turn around the corner to ensure they had left. Once the car turned the corner, I locked the door and checked to see whether I was alone. Satisfied, I got on with my plan.
I quickly rushed down to the kitchen. I rummaged through the vegetables to find a suitable cucumber. I cleaned it with water and wiped it dry. I came up to my room. I fished out a condom from the drawer. Along with the cucumber and condom, I took a fresh bath towel, AirPods and phone.
I then walked into bhaisaab and didi’s room. I put everything I had carried on their bed. I cautiously opened the cupboard and removed bhaisaab’s shirt. I took a whiff of the shirt. He had recently worn it. You could still smell his musky scent.
I then sprayed his cologne onto his shirt. The shirt now smelled exactly like bhaisaab. I then started to undress. I stripped down completely. I was standing in bhaisaab and didi’s room completely naked. I put on Bhaisaab’s shirt and buttoned the bottom three buttons. I hugged myself.
Next, I cleared the bed and spread the bath towel on the bed. I connected my phone to the AirPods. I then went to an audio porn website and played a ‘Jethji – bahu’ clip. It was 24 minutes in length. Once the audio clip started, I closed my eyes.
I tried to imagine Rakesh Bhaisaab as the Jethji and myself as the Bahu in the audio porn clip. As the audio played, I started to get into the mood. I was beginning to feel what the lady in the audio clip felt. I was completely immersed in that scenario.
Since I was wearing bhaisaab’s shirt over me, I felt he was also with me. I had started to touch myself. I was squeezing my breasts and rubbing my clit. I was getting hornier by the second. My pussy also started to get wet.
When the lady started to undress her Jethji in the clip, I removed the condom from its wrapper and put it over the cucumber. When the lady started to suck on the jethji’s cock in the audio clip, I started to suck on the cucumber covered with the condom.
The condom was a Durex Hazelnut condom. So, as I was blowing on the cucumber, I could taste the nuttiness of the condom. When the lady moaned in the clip, I, too, moaned. Since I was alone in the house, I made noises without inhibitions. I was moaning very loudly and screaming expletives.
When the Jethji penetrated his Bahu in the audio clip, I inserted the cucumber into my pussy. I had chosen a well-shaped and hard cucumber for this very reason. As the sounds from the clip reached my senses, I, too, started to make the same motions and sounds. I was now making erotic noises.
As the lady in the clip moaned, I, too, moaned. After a few minutes, my imagination took over. I had closed my eyes and was visualizing Bhaisaab fucking me.
I moaned with the motion of the cucumber. I was screaming out Bhaisaab’s name. I kept saying, “Oh yes, Rakesh. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Yes. That’s the way. Yes, baby. Oh, Rakesh. Yes. Rakesh! Yes. Baby. Fuck. Yes. Faster.”
I was there lying naked on Bhaisaab and didi’s bed. Wearing Bhaisaab’s shirt. Moaning and shouting his name. Everything was wrong. But I didn’t care. I felt good. I felt fulfilled. And I continued with it.
I had paced myself with the audio clip. So, when the lady was about to orgasm in the clip. So was I. At the peak of my orgasm build-up, I moaned louder than before. I kept shouting out Rakesh bhaisaab’s name.
With a few more moans, oohs and aahs, I finally climaxed. The juices from my pussy had flowed out and had collected on the bath towel I had laid out. I was sweating all over my body. But, after the sweet release of the orgasm, the fire in loins had been doused.
I was riding the euphoria of the orgasm and fell back on the bed. A couple of minutes later, I composed myself and gathered my bearings. I then removed Rakesh Bhaisaab’s shirt and put it back where I had found it. I wore my clothes, collected my things, and cleaned the bed.
I ensured that it resembled how it looked before I masturbated there. Once satisfied there was no evidence of my lustful act, I returned to my room. I threw away the condom and the cucumber. The frown I had since last night vanished, and I now had a slight smile.
Happy with the execution of my plan, I decided to take a bath. After a long relaxing bath, I came out and got dressed. I decided to wear a saree. As I got ready, I heard the car getting in. Maaji and didi had returned. By the time I went down a couple of minutes later, they were already sitting in the hall.
Both of them enquired about my headache. I said that after some sleep and a bath, I was alright. Didi said, “You look happier than before. Must have been some sleep and bath.” I just smiled at her and nodded. She still wasn’t moving easily and was still sore. But, this time, it didn’t bother me as much.
After that little exchange, didi was back to giving me the odd chores to do, and I was doing them. The happiness of the orgasm didn’t last long. I was once again engulfed with the monotonous life.
At around 6.30, both Anil and Rakesh Bhaisaab returned from work. Didi prepared tea for them and asked me to serve it. As I poured the tea into tea cups, she mentioned that Rakesh Bhaisaab had come home in the evening as he wanted some files.
I was shocked. I stood there transfixed. I asked didi, “When had bhaisaab come?” She said, “He called me just as we left for the temple. I told him you were asleep. He asked me to leave the key under the doormat.” She added, “So, he must have come sometime when we were out. Didn’t you meet him?”
I shook my head and said, “No.” She added, “You must have been asleep or taking a bath.” I said, “Yeah. Maybe.” I was scared when I took the tea tray into the living room. My hands were shivering. The thought of Bhaisaab witnessing what I did in his room shook my bones.
But, when I gave him his teacup, he smiled at me in the usual manner and said, “Thank you.” He then went back to look at his phone. Relieved that it was just me overthinking, I got on with giving everyone else their tea. I thought to myself. Maybe he had come when I was taking a bath.
Since he behaved normally with me, I stopped thinking about it. I joined Didi in the kitchen, and we drank our tea. After a few minutes, I returned to the living room to collect the tea cups. While I was picking them up, didi called me from the kitchen to get the clothes that were put to dry on the terrace. I called back, saying, “Okay.”
After leaving the teacups in the kitchen, I went to get the clothes. As I crossed the living room, I saw that bhaisaab was not there. Anil and Maaji were discussing something, didi was in the kitchen, and my nephew was playing outside in the courtyard.
I went upstairs to the terrace to get the clothes. To my surprise, bhaisaab was on the terrace talking to somebody on the phone. He looked at me as I entered the terrace and smiled casually. He then continued with his conversation on the phone.
I smiled back at him and went to collect the clothes. I had collected half the clothes when bhaisaab walked towards the terrace entrance and shut the door. I continued to collect the clothes trying very hard not to pay attention to him.
I was almost done. Only a few clothes were left. As I was removing the last of the clothes, bhaisaab came and stood in front of me.
“Maya,” he said with a sweet smile.
“Yes, bhaisaab,” I asked without making eye contact.
“I had come home in the evening to collect a few files,” there was a tone of mischief in his voice.
I looked up at him. I was anxious and scared. I said, “yes, bhaisaab. Didi mentioned. I must have been taking a bath when you came. Sorry I didn’t know you would be coming.”
He snickered and gave me a smirk. He then continued.
“I came before you went for your bath. A good 15 minutes before, actually.” He paused after every few words and trailed off at the end.
The both of us stood there without moving. There was an eerie silence as his words started to sink in. He had caught me masturbating to him in his room. My husband’s elder brother. The color drained from my face.
Seeing me scared to my bones, Bhaisaab placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder and said, “Relax, Maya.”
My heart was racing. My breathing had become heavy. I started to stammer, “Bhaisaab.. it.. that… I was…sorry…”
Just then, he placed his right index finger over my lips. I looked up at home. He said, “Shhhhhh, don’t say anything.” He continued, “Please relax.”
I tried to calm myself and relax. But my heart continued to beat rapidly, and I took deep breaths. I could not look up at Bhaisaab, so I turned my head down and looked at the floor.
He then started to talk. He said, “There are only two reasons you would do something like that within the first 6 months of your marriage.” He continued, “Either Anil does not pay any attention to you, which is impossible as you are a treat to the eyes. Or Anil does not satisfy you in bed.”
At those last words, I suddenly lifted my gaze but quickly looked down again. However, Bhaisaab caught my look and said, “Ha. So, That’s it then. He does not satisfy you. But I don’t understand why you turned your sights towards me.”
I stood there without saying anything. Bhaisaab then said sternly, “Answer me, Maya.” I fumbled and, in a low voice, said, “I… I… heard you and didi last night.” Bhaisaab then said, “Oh!”
I once again began to apologize. I said, “I’m sorry, Bhaisaab. This won’t ever happen again. Please don’t tell anybody.”
Rakesh Bhaisaab let out a laugh and said, “Oh, Maya. I’m not a fool to kill the golden goose. Why would I tell anybody.”
Hearing that, I got confused. For the first time, I looked up at Bhaisaab and said, “I don’t understand.” He smiled at me and said, “Maya, calling you beautiful is an understatement. You’re hot as fuck. Now that you’ve yourself come to me, would it not be idiotic of me to let this opportunity go?”
I was perplexed. I kept staring at him. He came close to me. From the pile of clothes that I had collected, Bhaisaab picked out my panty, took a sniff of it, held it up and said, “Ever since I first saw you while fixing your marriage with Anil, I had wondered about the pussy that filled this panty.”
He continued, “And now, I have the opportunity to taste it and fill it with my dick.” He then dropped the panty with the other clothes and held my shoulders. He then went and stood behind me. He bent his head a little and brought it close to the back of my neck.
I could now feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. My body stiffened. He came closer with each second. I could feel his body against my back. My heartbeat quickened. He started to run his right hand on my right buttock. When his hands touched my body, I felt a hot sensation run through me.
The way he caressed my ass, I learned that these hands know how to feel a woman’s body. For a moment, I lost sense of the situation and began to enjoy the touch. But, immediately, I snapped out of my enjoyment and began to protest.
I said, “Bhaisaab, please stop. This is wrong.” He paused, grunted, and said, “Maya, you have already crossed the line between right and wrong today.”
What he said was true. With my actions in the afternoon, I had already crossed the line.
He said, “You have already stepped foot into the other side. Why stop with imagination when it can become a reality? It’s very simple, you want to be satisfied, and I am more than happy to satisfy you.”
He then continued, “Maya, if I’m being honest with you, I would have probably made a move on you if you weren’t my brother’s wife. Your beauty is intoxicating.” Saying, so he grabbed my exposed midriff with his left hand. As soon as his fingers touched my bare skin, I left out a gasp.
As he started squeezing and feeling my waist, I moaned. At the back of my mind, I knew what was happening was wrong. It was against the vow I had taken less than 6 months ago on my wedding with Anil. But, however wrong it was, it felt good.
At that moment, all I wanted was Bhaisaab to fulfill my desires. He continued to feel my waist. His fingers had now reached my navel. With every passing second, I began to let loose and started enjoying the moment.
I let go of the basket of clothes I held in my hand. It fell on the floor with a soft thud. Sensing that I had stopped opposing his advances, bhaisaab got encouraged to go. Further, he was completely on me. He had embraced me from behind.
His left hand started to slip down towards my groin from my navel. Moments later, Bhaisaab’s hand slipped under my saree and petticoat and rubbed the top of my panty. All the while, I continued to enjoy his touch and started to moan.
He was now nibbling at my right ear. His hot breath on my ear filled me with even more excitement, and I started to get horny.
He then asked me, “What do you say, Maya? Are you willing to go all the way?” I was quick to respond this time. I moaned, “Yes, Bhaisaab. Yes.”
He stopped everything he was doing. He pulled out his hand from under my saree and turned me around. Now I was facing him. He looked at me and said, “From now on, when we’re alone, don’t call me bhaisaab. Call me by my name, same as you were moaning earlier this evening.”
I blushed a little and nodded. He said, “I want to hear you say it.” I looked up. Hesitates for a fleeting second. Then gathered the courage and said, “Yes. Rakesh. Yes. I want you.”
A huge smile flashed across his face. I, too, became happy and had a smile on my face. He started to bend his neck to kiss me. I closed my eyes and got on my toes to meet his lips. Just as our lips were supposed to meet, Supriya didi called me from downstairs.
I quickly snapped out of my trance and said, “Coming, didi.” I pushed myself away from Bhaisaab. Picked up the basket of clothes and the remaining clothes from the cloth line and started to go down.
Bhaisaab said, “Maya, I can’t wait to be with you.” I turned back, winked at him, made a pout and said, “Neither can I, Rakesh!” Saying so, I went downstairs.
There was no looking back now. On the one hand, I was excited about the prospect of getting fucked by Bhaisaab, while on the other hand, I was concerned about how that would happen. Since that evening, Bhaisaab teased me every chance he got.
When nobody was looking, he would feel me from behind or wink at me. After a couple of days, we even started sexting each other. I was more than happy to reciprocate the advances. I, too, would casually brush against his crotch when nobody was looking.
Or bend down and expose my cleavage while serving him. A flying kiss or a pout now and then. I made it a point to clear my chats with Bhaisaab daily because our chats had gotten naughty and dirty. A few nights later, our sexting even included private photos.
Neither of us had any inhibitions with each other anymore.
However, our desire for physical intimacy was not as easy. We never got the chance in the house. Either Supriya didi or Anil, or Maaji would always be there.
One afternoon, about 3 weeks after the incident on the terrace, an opportunity arose. I was in my room exchanging texts with Bhaisaab, who was at work. Supriya didi came to my room and asked if I was free. I quickly shut my phone and said, “Yes, didi, of course. You should have called me. I would have come.”
She said, “Why the formalities? The thing is, my cousin is getting married this month’s end. I wanted to join in the celebrations a few days earlier. So, is it okay if I leave early? Will you be able to manage the house and Maaji?”
As soon as I heard that she would be out of town for a considerable period, my first thought was Bhaisaab. I would get an opportunity. So without hesitation or thought, I said, “Of course, didi. You, please carry on. I will manage. It is just for a few days.”
As soon as she heard this, she became elated and said, “Good then. I will talk to your jethji and Maaji about this tonight.” Hearing this, I got worried that Bhaisaab would also go with her.
As she left, I said, “Didi, will Bhaisaab also be coming with you?” She turned and said, “Arre. No. Why will he come early? He will probably come on the day of the marriage and leave right after. Only Parth (her 3-year-old son) and I will go early and come late.”
I tried my best to hide my happiness and said, “Oh. Okay, didi. Don’t worry. I will manage. It’s not going to be a problem.” She thanked me and left.
As soon as she left, I texted Bhaisaab about what had happened and gave him the good news. I then jokingly said that I would now have to manage around Anil. To which he responded by saying that he would take care of it.
Later that day, when we were having dinner, Anil announced, “Bhaiyya has asked me to go to Indore for work at the showroom. I’ll be gone for about 4-5 days.” Hearing this, I became overjoyed. The prospect of our spouses not being in town was music to my ears. I looked at bhaisaab and gleamed.
However, Anil continued, “Bhabhi, I was thinking I would take Maya with me if it’s okay with you.” My excitement turned to horror in a matter of seconds. I quickly said, “But didi is not going home next week.” We then spoke about her plan for the wedding.
Anil and didi started arguing about them changing their plans. But finally, Anil said, “No, bhabhi. You carry on with your plan, Maya, and I will go some other time.” I took a sigh of relief.
It was decided that Anil would leave for Indore on the 15th evening and return on the 19th. Didi would leave for her hometown on the 16th and return a week later. This gave bhaisaab and me a couple of days to ourselves.
For the next few days, I was completely immersed in thoughts of what would happen in those days and started planning them.
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