I spank her butt again, “I bet uncle doesn’t even know about anal sex or oral pleasure?” I murmur against her butt cheeks, biting them cheekily.
“He feels it’s forbidden.” She chuckles softly.
I take my head away from her butt and plants a kiss against her lips, making her taste her own ass. Just as I break the kiss and take a step away from her, my uncle arrives at kitchen, looks at my face, “wipe your face clearly after eating something… Look at your lips.” He says pointing at my lips which just ate his wife’s ass.
“Well the dessert was so delicious uncle, so I forgot to wipe my mouth.” I say with a smile as my aunt chuckles in herself turning around, realizing how dumb her husband is.
I jumped on my bed and waited for my aunt to arrive so that I can have one hell of a night again. She does arrive a few minutes later, but her face is slightly stern at the moment and she lies on bed, turning away from me, without even saying a word. I turn towards her, placing my firm hand gently on her ass, she strikes my hand gently with hers. I slide my hand down her waist, like a snake curling around a tree trunk, she slaps on my hand again.
“Ah what happened now?” I ask holding her hand and turning her around, noticing a few tears in her eyes. “Ok now why are you crying?” I ask a bit concerned.
“I still feel its wrong Rahul. I am still his wife and even if I divorce him, I don’t know if this would feel right…” She says looking at me disappointed.
“Hmm but as long as you enjoy it, it doesn’t matter I guess?” I say with a shrug, “Don’t tell me you didn’t love it today morning when we both degraded your husband…” I say with a smirk.
“That’s… That’s different Rahul.” She tries to dodge it, but this is my only cue.
“It’s not, I know that you need pleasure in your life, so if your husband doesn’t give it, I’ll give it to you!” I say.
“It’s not just about that…” she tries to defend herself.
“Do you still want his 3 inch cock? After seeing this?” I say looking at her eyes as I slide my white boxer down, my cock whips out of my boxer and stands tall.
“Ugh please don’t… Pull your boxers back.” She says with a sigh.
“Does his sperm even reach inside your cunt? I feel like it would be a drop in an ocean sized bucket…” I say with a shrug.
“Ok my pussy isn’t the size of an ocean…” she says with a sigh.
“So you do agree that his cum is the size of a drop…” I say with a chuckle.
“Well yes but that’s not the point.” She dodges again.
“I bet he doesn’t even know what body worship is, or what oral sex is. And when was the last time he made you cum?” I ask.
“He doesn’t. And he never did. I finger myself to orgasm most of the times…” she lowers her defences and start to answer.
“So you wouldn’t stop if I go down your nightie, bury my head between your milky thighs and starts to have my dessert again now would you?” I ask sliding down the bed towards her legs.
“God please don’t…” she says nodding her head. Her mind says one thing, her body is saying something else.
I slide down her knees, lifting her nightie up as she lies on bed, looking up at ceiling, my beard poking her soft thighs as I drag my face between them and finally reach her pussy. Her black labia lips are slightly wet, safeguarding the pink pussy flesh inside, but a small kiss to the labia lips, they open widely, allowing anyone to plough her pussy inside and plant their seeds for free. My tongue sticks out as I hold both her thighs and lift them up, while I kneel on floor and starts to eat her pussy flesh eagerly. She lets out a loud shriek and bites her hand so that she won’t squeal loudly.
Her husband soon comes over at the closed door of our room and knocks on it, “Priya, anything wrong? We heard someone shouting…” he asks from outside the room.
She takes a few deep breaths, “No, everything is fine! Just lemme sleep in peace!” she says, gasping for air as I continue to suck her pussy. Her husband leaves hearing that.
“How would he feel if he catches you with his nephew?” I pull out my head and asks her.
“God he’d be so pissed… Like he’s really jealous and insecure, he’s lucky that I am a housewife, or else…” she pauses a moment.
“Or else? You ever dreamt of cheating with someone after marriage?” I ask and quickly bury my head again.
“Well I…” she pauses, biting her finger, “I did dream…But this is the first time…” She says with a blush on her cheeks, her hand stretching out to my hair and holding it firmly in place.
“Am I doing it correctly?” I lift my head and asks her.
“Don’t talk, I want to cum on your face… Please don’t stop Rahul…” She says with a slight moan. “Actually, his tiny dick doesn’t even reach as much as your tongue did. And all he does is just kiss me on cheeks and lips, and squeeze my breasts once, doesn’t even undress me, lifts my saree up and pushes his dick inside for 2 to 3 minutes and cums inside with heavy gasps as if he did a great job at that…” she continues to sum up her sex life in one sentence while I strengthened my hold on her thighs and increased my pace of licking her pussy.
A few moments later, she arched her back, both her hands holding her thighs apart, my fingers spreading her labia as I continue to suck on her pussy flesh, she lets out a loud squeal as she loosens her body and gives in to the pleasure, her whole body goes numb, thick slimy semi white fluid oozing out of her pussy down to my tongue as she holds her hair and gasps for air.
I take all of it on my tongue and jump beside her on bed, pulling her face towards me and kissing her lips, making her taste her own cum as she sucks my tongue clean.
“God that was the best orgasm I ever had.” She says sweating profusely and looking at me.
I give a quick peck on her lips. We went again, and again. Everytime she tries to avoid it by saying some reason, she ends up liking it more than the previous time. We fucked 3 times that night and I ended up cumming 3 times inside her.
The next few weeks went similar, me sneaking in beneath her saree or nightie to taste her holes, and by night, we end up fucking like rabbits. My mom and her brother are still trying to figure out how to convince my aunt to not divorce him, while I empty my load every night inside her. She likes it so much when I cover her holy mangalsutra with my cum, so that she’d wear it, and it stays between her breasts, and so does my cum.
While we thought things are going very well for us, one night my aunt comes out of the bathroom in her nightie and sleeps beside me, turning away. She’s fully reluctant to my touches and this time she isn’t crying either, but she’s giving this confused vibes to me.
“I missed my periods!” she says turning towards me, with a sympathetic look in her face.
“Ah ok, should we be worried about it? I don’t know much about girls and periods. I never had a sister.” I say with a shrug.
She chuckles softly, like a mother smiles at her naïve son, “No silly, when a woman misses her periods more than once that means she’s pregnant.” She says sliding her hand on her soft belly.