This is a fictional attempt at erotica and will run into multiple episodes. Readers will be required to bear patience but with a promise, that they will get to see promiscuity at its best.
Hema was her name, a very sexy name. Demure, coy and traditional, this south Indian Iyengar Brahmin girl was married but a vivacious flirt. Being an early bird at marriage she really was thirsty for both, men and their ways to woo her total charms. Whether it was her boss’ reports at work who would offer her red roses and other seductively suggestive gifts or her brother in law who fucked her in broad daylight and made her eat her own cum from his hands, male companionship was always welcome.
But of course hide she may, but desire she could not curb was the want of a bisexual fling once in a while.
Ananth her brother in law and Meekri the servant girl were too much for her.
There are enough stories around them and it will be a decade of writing and reading but it all started some 2 years after her marriage on a lovely Monday morning at Chennai where they used to live with her in laws. Ananth used to be at Coimbatore and was working there. He as it is normal in all Indian families would visit his parents’ once every month. And in one of those visits he got a solid jolt in his loins one Sunday evening when he was witness to his sis in law practice lewd cock sucking. The fortunate recipient was the 25 years old servant Selvam and this was going on in the cool confines of the restroom.
It was a different story that Selvam had made her suck his cock even on his wedding night with his wife waiting in the nuptial bed. In fact the bizarre relationship was such that Meekri the soft-spoken wife of Selvam was Hema’s first conquest at lesbianism and experimentation with bisexuality. But on this night when Ananth was rushing in to the restroom to relieve the bladder pressure, little did he expect to see what he did and he caught both in the act red handed. The pay out to keep him silent were of course the ever willing pussy of his outrageous sis in law and the ass of Selvam’s wife much against the latter’s wishes.
The Torrid affair begins and life was never the same for Ananth hereafter:
Ananth slammed the door on both of them and returned to his room wetting his pants thoroughly for obvious reasons. After changing into something better he decided to confide to his mother and got up to walk up to her room. Before he could cross the door of his room, a wave of aroma hit his nose and standing in front of him was Hema with a tumbler of South Indian coffee and dressed in a very traditional Tamil customized sareee. Covered from all sides was this bundle of calisthenics in bed. She looked in to his eyes and stretched the coffee towards him, which he was about to refuse and in no time found the same spilling over his shirt down to the crotch. She lost no time and before he could scream covered his mouth and put the other hand on his crotch, squeezed the object, got some juice of coffee out and in front of his eyes licked at the fingers lewdly and slowly removed her other hand from his mouth only to shove these naughty fingers and whispering into his ears “ Wait to see the real thing till tomorrow and for now masturbate memorising these moments “.
Ananth was to leave in another hour to reach Chennai station and was to leave for Coimbatore. His internal self and conscience were still pitching a battle with all the satanic cloak his character was about to wear but in vain. The pleasure he derived from the ‘touch’ and later’ taste’ were just too much and like most of the sex starved males in this part of the world, decided to embark on a different journey, feigned a splitting headache and told Venkaji (his brother and Hema’s husband) to call his office and inform them of his inability to join work the next day. What an irony. Venkaji! Poor soul. He always was made to believe that Hema was a goddess and could never look at a male ant with an intent and here he was collaborating in an entirely unknown manner to a torrid affair about the begin. He was never to know anyway.
Hema knew how to keep things away from him.
She was a seasoned slut and in all ways, mean and hungry. She got what she wanted without wanting anything else but pleasure between her legs.
Leaving the brothers busy, Hema went down fast to the mezzanine and told Selvam to keep Meekri out of bounds for the next couple of days, she planned to enjoy the virgin Ananth at the servant house in the mornings after Danny and Venkaji would have left for the Montessori and work respectively.