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 “.