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Neela, my wife Reena’s younger sister, had always been overly fond of me, even before my marriage. Back then, Neela was just eighteen, slim, with a flat chest, long black hair, big eyes, and pink lips that made her look cute but not particularly attractive to me. Reena, two years older at twenty, was wheatish, medium-built, with a slim waist and a round ass that drove me wild. Her boobs were medium, about 34B, but perfect for her frame. I’m Rajesh, thirty, average height, with a seven-inch thick cock that kept Reena satisfied every night. My parents lived in the village, simple farmers, and Reena’s mother, my mother-in-law, was a widow living alone in the city. Neela’s husband, my brother-in-law Vikas, was a government clerk, but weak in bed, as I later found out.
When Neela hit twenty-one, her body transformed. Her boobs grew into full, firm 34D, like ripe mangoes, begging to be touched. Her ass rounded out, and her fair skin glowed. I wanted to grab those boobs, but held back, thinking it was wrong—she was my saali, after all. Yet, the desire burned inside me.
Neela kept visiting our house, even after her marriage. She’d find excuses to be near me, brushing against me, touching my arm. After her wedding, she’d boldly rest her head in my lap, even with Vikas or others around. Once, in front of my parents and mother-in-law, she lay next to me, acting innocent. As her saali, some playful teasing was normal, but her attention was always on me, intense, like she was craving something more.
When she stayed over, she wouldn’t sleep. Lying on the nearby bed, she’d listen to Reena and me fucking at night. We did it often, and Neela soaked it all in, her silence heavy with desire.
One night, Reena fell ill with a headache and slept early. I was restless—I couldn’t go a night without fucking. My cock was hard, aching. Neela was on the next bed, awake. I grabbed her hand. She glanced at Reena, then at me, her eyes inviting. I climbed onto her bed, lying beside her. Her body was warm, trembling slightly, like she was ready.
I climbed over her, my cock pressing against her pussy through her petticoat. I kissed her hard, tongue deep in her mouth, tasting her. My hand slipped into her blouse, grabbing her soft, heavy boobs. My fingers sank into them, squeezing, pinching her nipples. Neela’s breath quickened, “Ohhh… jiju…” she whispered, voice shaking.
She lifted her blouse, freeing her boobs. No bra—her pink nipples stood hard. I grabbed her left boob, kneading it, while sucking the right, swirling my tongue around the nipple, biting softly. “Aahhh… jiju… suck harder…” she moaned, her hands in my hair. Her boobs were so big, they spilled out of my grip. I alternated, sucking one, squeezing the other, her moans growing louder but hushed, afraid to wake Reena.
She pulled off her petticoat, no panties underneath. Her pussy was bare, lightly hairy, already wet. She’d planned this, knowing Reena was out of action. My cock throbbed harder. I slid a finger into her tight asshole, slick with her wetness. “Ooooh… jiju… slow… my ass…” she gasped, body quivering.
After fifteen minutes of sucking her boobs, I positioned my cock at her pussy. She stopped me, “I want to suck it first…” She sat up, took my cock in her mouth, licking from base to tip. “Mmm… so thick, jiju…” She sucked the head, her hand jerking me. I grabbed her hair, guiding her gently. She gagged slightly but kept going, deepthroating, her spit dripping.
I needed to pee. I tried to stop, but she said, “Don’t waste it… let me drink it… shower me…” Shocked but turned on, I let go, pissing on her boobs, her stomach, her pussy. “Aahh… so warm, jiju…” she giggled, rubbing it in, even taking a few drops in her mouth. This was her thing—pissing play, a raw, dirty ritual that made us feel closer, wilder.
We moved to 69. I lay down, she climbed over, her pussy on my face. I licked her wet slit, tongue deep inside, sucking her clit. “Ummhh… jiju… lick my pussy…” she moaned, grinding on my mouth. She sucked my cock, her ass wiggling as I fingered her asshole. Her juices dripped into my mouth, sweet and tangy.
After ten minutes, I flipped her onto her stomach, kneading her boobs from behind. She spoke, “I was so mad at you, jiju…”
“Why?” I asked, squeezing her boobs hard.
“You tease me, get me hot, then leave me thirsty…”
“What do you mean?”
“So many times… you grabbed my boobs, pressed your cock on my pussy, but never fucked me… I was ready…”
“You’re my saali, like a sister…”
“Saali means half-wife too… no one will suspect…”
I was stunned. She licked my cock like a dog, “You’re so dumb… I lifted my saree, showed my panties… you just had to pull them off…”
I listened, mesmerized…
“I imagined you ripping my panties, begging me to open my blouse… but you didn’t even touch me…”
“I was an idiot… missed two other girls before…”
“Married, but my husband doesn’t fuck me right… I’m starving… you saw him fuck me…”
“Yeah, I did…”
“Say no, and I’ll find someone else… it’ll shame the family… my marriage might break… you can save it… make me your fuck partner… fuck me like Reena… piss on me… shove your cock in my pussy… suck my boobs…”
“Deal… we’ll keep meeting… fucking…”
This is a true story from my life, shared in my own words. Did you like it? Share your thoughts.