As they lay entwined, basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking, Sailaja thought of her life. Sailaja's marriage to Anand had become a shadow of what it once was--the early days of love and laughter had long faded, replaced by neglect, indifference, and, at times, even cruelty. Anand's frequent business trips were both a blessing and a curse--relieving her of his cold presence but leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She found passion and the love and connection she yearned for in Varun's arms. Tenderly stroking Varun's hair, she whispered, her voice filled with love and contentment. "My darling husband, I never imagined I could feel this complete, this whole again and that too with my nephew, who is so much younger than me."
Varun lifted his head to gaze into her eyes, seeing the depth of emotion reflected there. "My beautiful auntie, my wife," he murmured, tracing her cheek with his fingertips. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long. To be with you, truly and completely."
Sailaja smiled softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "And to think, this is just the beginning. We have our whole lives ahead of us now."
As if on cue, Varun felt a stirring of renewed desire. He began trailing kisses down Sailaja's neck, his lips brushing her collarbone and moving lower. Sailaja arched into his touch, a soft gasp escaping her lips.
"Already, my love?" she teased, though her body betrayed her rekindled passion.
"I can't get enough of you," Varun murmured against her skin. "I want to explore every inch, memorise every curve of your body."
His mouth found her breast, tongue swirling around her nipple as Sailaja threaded her fingers through his hair. She moaned softly as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other.
"My darling nephew, my husband," she breathed. "You make me feel so alive, so desired."
Varun's hand slid down her body, caressing her curves before dipping between her thighs. He groaned at finding her already slick with arousal. "You're already so wet for me," he murmured, his fingers gently exploring her vagina folds.
Sailaja gasped and arched into his touch. "Only for you, my love. Always for you."
Varun's fingers found her sensitive clitoris, circling it with teasing strokes using her slick vaginal juices as his mouth continued to suck her nipple. Sailaja's breathing grew heavier, soft moans of pleasure escaping her lips.
"Please, Varun," she whispered urgently. "I need you inside me again."
He didn't need to be told twice. Positioning himself between her thighs, Varun slowly pushed into her welcoming slick vagina and felt the heat within. They both groaned at the exquisite sensation of being together.
"You feel like heaven," Varun breathed, savouring the tight, wet grip of her body around him.
Sailaja wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt his cock plummeting into her innermost core. She could feel every nerve in her come alive as he kissed her mouth, and their tongues came into play while below, his rigid cock pumped into her cunt furiously as if there was no tomorrow. Her breast and nipples yearned for his mouth, and as if on cue, he started fondling her breast and sucking her erect nipples as she went into the throes of her orgasm.
One wave after another hit her as she groaned, and as her second orgasm started, her hips bucked rapidly until they locked upward. Continuing to fuck her rapidly, Varun twisted her left nipple with his right hand and, at the same time, kissed her mouth.
"Yes," she hissed as his cock pistoned in and out of her, feeling her pussy tighten against him as he thrust into her.
"Auntie, my wife, I am so happy; the sensation is overwhelming," he cried out as he felt his groin balling up, ready to pump his baby-making semen into her ovulating cunt as he sensed her nearing another orgasm.
"Oh, my darling husband, give it to me" she cried out as her orgasm hit her
"Cum in me! Breed me! Put a baby in me, please!" She braced, struggling against my force, crying out my name in a harsh, uncaring growl. "I am all yours, my nephew, my husband, put a baby in me," She cried out
My cock erupted inside her, sending my seed in relentless jets, flooding her womb in my love, the juices as thick as before, the pride in me swelling to a maddening heat. She ground her ass back and forth against my length.
After the intense fucking we both collapsed on the bed. We lay there in silence as we tried to catch our breath
We spend the day making love and savouring all the pleasures sex provides, and by evening, we return home. Auntie went to her friend to pick up her daughter, and for the next two weeks or so, we lived in complete bliss as husband and wife. I even insisted that she walk around naked inside the house, and I love watching her body and having direct access to her body all the time. Though at times she relented being naked for an hour or so, she would always wear her saree at all other times.
The days passed quickly as we were absorbed in our love and being together as husband and wife. We were fucking so much that even our genitals became sore. While the moments with Varun filled her with happiness, it also brought a new defiance in her as Anand's eventual return loomed like a dark cloud over her newfound joy.
Sailaja and Varun both dreaded that day. For Sailaja, it meant returning to the role of a wife to a man who had long stopped treating her with kindness. For Varun, it meant being with the woman he cared deeply for but unable to express his love openly
"I don't want to lose this, Varun," Sailaja confessed one day after their intense lovemaking when the day for Anand to return home finally arrived. "But Anand... when he comes back..." Her voice faltered, the weight of her situation threatening to crush her. "We need to be very careful, as our incestuous relationship is not normal, and it would become a huge scandal if found out by anyone, even attracting the law."
"I am with you," Varun said, his hand gently hugging her naked body. "I'll be here for you, no matter what, and I will maintain distance with you whenever uncle or anyone is around," Varun continued. "However, I have one request, please don't let him fuck you as far as possible."
"Yes, my darling, I will do just that," Sailaja replied.
Despite everything, tension in the air grew as Anand's return approached. When Anand finally returned, his presence was as oppressive as ever. He barely acknowledged Sailaja, barking instructions and complaints like she was more a servant than a wife. The contrast between his treatment and Varun's tenderness was stark, making Sailaja's longing for her lover husband even more acute.
Sailaja and Varun adapted to the new reality in the days that followed. Their moments together became more fleeting, their connection hidden in stolen glances and brief encounters. Yet, despite the risks, they both knew they couldn't let go. Varun was her refuge, her sanctuary, and Sailaja was willing to navigate the perilous tightrope of their affair to hold on to the love she had found.
Even as they walked this dangerous path, their bond only deepened. For Sailaja, Varun wasn't just a lover--he was her whole life, a reminder of who she indeed was and what she deserved. And while the future remained uncertain, one thing was clear: Varun had given her a voice, a choice, and a chance to feel alive again.
One day, Anand returned home after a long day at work. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Sailaja was in the bedroom, engrossed in a book.
"Sailaja," he began, sitting beside her on the bed, "Let us make love tonight; I want another child" He reached out to hold her hand, his intentions clear.
Sailaja put the book down and, without looking up, replied. "I have a headache tonight, and I am hoping that the last time we had sex with all your medications before you went to Amsterdam has impregnated me." Sailaja continued, "In case that has not happened, we must be mindful of timing. If we want to conceive, we'll need to plan carefully around my cycle."
Anand's expression softened. He desperately wanted another child, but he also knew their challenges. His health checkups had hinted at reduced potency, a fact he struggled to accept.
He nodded, understanding the unspoken message. "So, you mean we need to reserve our energy for when you're ovulating?"
Sailaja smiled reassuringly. "Yes, we will figure a way out if I am not already pregnant." Deep in her heart, Sailaja knew she was already pregnant with Varun's child, and now she was trying to pass it off as Anand's child. The wickedness of her deed brought her some satisfaction, and she smiled to herself.
