Hello My Dear Readers...
This story was posted elsewhere.
I have been trying to do too much together, and I feel I am reaching nowhere. So, this is the author in me taking a small break from my running series, and publishing a simple One-Part Story. I hope you like it.
The following is a small chapter in the life of a young Indian wife, Tamanna, leading a satisfactory married life.
The basic thread is from the plot shared by a reader, who has been in contact with me since my first submission. I fully trust him regarding the originality of the content. We are working on a few more ideas, and I am very keen to know how our first work will be received.
I have also been inspired from the conversation I had with my ex-girlfriend, a few years ago. My regular dose of Forbidden Pleasures has also been added at regular intervals.
I believe this is the most complete story I have written so far, covering a lot of genres. But, I feel it is most suited to the Incest/Taboo Category.
The story is narrated by Tamanna, herself.
Please Note That All Characters Mentioned Are Purely Fictional, and above 18. Any Resemblance Felt Is Your Dirty Mind Playing Games.
Happy Reading!!
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"What are you thinking?!" I asked my husband, Nikhil, as he stroked his cock, watching an erotic movie, on our large TV.
I was just out of the shower, and wrapped myself in a towel, before stepping into the living room.
This was not the first time I had seen him satisfying himself. In-fact, it was a routine exercise, even as we continued to have great sex. But, this was the first time I had seen him so excited.
On the screen, a husband & wife were having their first threesome. And, the outsider was none other than the man's well hung brother!!
The wife was on all fours, and had her mouth stuffed with her husband's member, as his younger brother pushed his big dick into her tight virgin ass-hole.
I sat next to my man, amused to see him grab his balls. I could see the impact the scene was having on him.
I wanted to know what was turning him on so much. There definitely was more to this than his usual masturbating sessions.
"I was imagining us there..." Nikhil replied, thrilled, when I asked him what exactly was going on.
"What do you mean by us?!" I asked him, curiously.
"You, me, and... Nived." he said, very casually.
"What?!" I was more ashamed than shocked. I just could not believe he even dared to say that.
Nived was his younger brother, and I was startled to realize that my husband had been finding gratification, imagining his wife getting fucked in the ass by his own brother.
"You got to be kidding me!!" I clearly sounded shaken.
"I want him to look into my eyes, when he pops the cherry of your ass." he finished, in a very disturbing tone, leaving me trembling.
It had been three years since I got married to Nikhil, and I never thought he had it in him to think something so twisted.
Ours was an arranged marriage, but I fell in love with him even before we tied the knot. I was only 21, back then, and he was 25, and I was glad that my parents found the perfect guy.
The first year, however, was harder than expected. And, just like every other couple, we both had to compromise on a lot of things, to make life better.
As time went by, I learned to appreciate his love for cricket, and he tolerates my interest in classical music. We have really learned to find more happiness, and less woes.
Growing up in a conservative joint family, I was always closely watched, and very well protected from a lot of stuff.
I still managed to have sex, just weeks after I turned 18, but it was a very awkward and uncomfortable experience.
Mostly because it was with my middle aged tutor from college, who gave me no other option than to spread my legs for him, after he caught me cheating in an exam.
I lost my innocence to him, and I hated him, until he banged me the second time. It was a strange feeling to be on the bed with him, but he made me cum, more than once, each time we got laid.
On the other hand, Nikhil was a proper stud. He dated plenty of girls, and had been sexually very active.
Though I had my share of fun, I felt easily intimidated by my husband's carnal knowledge.
And however confident I was of putting on a good show, I was extremely nervous on our wedding night.
I wanted to please him, and make him glad to have chosen me, the very first chance I had with him.
I wanted to prove to him that I was better than any of the girls he had been with.
And, very rightfully, I wore one of the hottest nighties, available in the market, for my special occasion. It was an extremely sheer lingerie, that just about covered my thighs, and left nothing to the imagination.
But what made it even more special was that it was selected by my teenage sister's boyfriend. The fact that a lad younger than me would have pictured me in my barest form was really turning me on.
Tapsee introduced me to her guy, two days before my wedding, and he just could not hide his excitement when he gifted me a shiny red box.
"Pavan was in Dubai, last week. He bought this especially for you, Tammu!!" my darling sister told me, holding his arms, with a lot of pride.
I was so happy that she was dating someone so charming, and equally delighted to receive the present.
But the moment I opened it, I was significantly taken aback. I was sure it was a very inappropriate move by him. I never thought anybody would have the courage to do something so provocative.
Worse, he had also left a note saying that he was sure my luscious figure does not really need the seductive wear. And to make things even more complicated, he even went to disclose that he wished my sister was as hot as me.
I wanted to confront him, immediately, but I also could not stop blushing, either.
And, though unlike my usual self, I even sent him a text, thanking for his special contribution, and of-course, his 'kind' words.
I always received a lot of attention, and I myself felt I looked very pretty. I had a petite figure, but I was very curvy. My lusty wide hips were the best part of my body.
The enticing red color of the night-wear only made me look even more tempting. And, exactly how Pavan would have imagined me, I looked absolutely irresistible on my first night.
I was so horny, looking at myself on the mirror, and my hard nipples poked out of the thin material. I really wanted a hard pounding from my newly married spouse.
It had been over a year since I stopped seeing my older & unusual partner. And, I had been completely neglecting the needs of my body, all this while.
I hardly even touched myself, and I was very bushy down there even until two weeks ago.
I was so used to having a hairy vagina, the sight of my moist clean panty-less crotch actually surprised me.
It was during the Dress Rehearsal that Nikhil's mother suggested to me that I shave my pubic hairs, and make my pussy as smooth as possible.
I had only myself to blame for letting her have the view of my naked body. I had not cared enough to keep the door closed, before I stripped & changed, and I had exposed myself not just to my future husband's mother, but also to his dad, his uncle and their driver, and my own parents, as-well.
I wished I was dead that very second, but fortunately for me, all the men were kind enough to act as if nothing happened. It would have been too embarrassing for me, otherwise.
"Nikki will love that... Trust me, Tamanna... You will look so much more beautiful!!" my soon-to-be mother-in-law told me, in a very assuring tone.
I thanked her for the tip, but I also need to admit that I spent a lot of time, that evening, thinking it was a little weird of her to be that blunt.
However, I was glad I listened to her. Nikhil feasted on my twat, on our nuptial night, like an animal savoring his first meal in a hundred years.
My husband had me cumming, using only his cunt eating skills. But at the same time, he was also making me seriously wonder how his mother knew he liked a smooth clean shaven pussy!!
When I observed his semi erect cock, for the first time ever, I immediately considered bringing myself on my knees, and start blowing his tool. But, I was just too shy for that.
Three years later, as a 24 year old woman, I have become more confident, carefree and competent on the bed, and also outside of the bed.
I enjoyed sex, and there was nothing better to relieve all the stress my duties as the Personal Secretary to the CEO of a Pharmaceutical Company gave me.
Also, I always felt more connected, and closer, to Nikhil when we made love.
Both of us took the effort to remain caring, loyal and romantic. We were seen as a very cute pair, and everybody in our life considered us the ideal couple.
But sometimes, all we needed was a steamy hardcore session. We did not care if we loved each-other. All we would do was get naked, and do it, where ever we were.
I loved being dominated by him. The way his powerful arms pushed me into the positions he wanted me in, was enough to take me to an orgasm.
Nikhil found an abnormal amount of pleasure, fucking me from the back. He would wrap his fingers around my hair, and pull my milky white body on to his hard manhood.
"Nikhhiiiii...." I used to groan each time he put me through his favorite carnal activity, and it was in this exact condition that he called me a slut, for the first time.
One thing he had started to do, that I found really interesting, was that he used his thumb to stretch my pussy, even as his rod continued to keep me filled.
At the same time, he had his second thumb pressed against my butt-hole, and it was in this exact situation that he called me a whore, for the first time.
He was addicted to my round booty, and spent time slapping my bare ass-cheeks, every day, and even groping them in public, regardless of my attire.
It always played at the back of my mind that my other half would fuck me in my other hole, very soon.
Nikhil also became a lot more open about his past, telling me how all the content in the internet had helped him be a better person to have sex with.
I told him nothing about my scandalous encounters, but his words motivated me to start reading about kinky sex, role-play, cuckolding, sharing, swapping and everything taboo.
I was aware of the sinful directions sex could go, but it also left me greatly aroused on most occasions.
I had been preparing myself for some raunchy dirty time on the bed, but, what my husband shared with me, right now, as he watched porn, was beyond what I could ever conceive. It was just too dark.
The movie was still on, and the people moved around, inside the TV.
The cuck now lay on his back, as his hot-wife lowered her head onto his cock, and the bull continued to shtup her ass. She was almost crawling on the floor, and was in the most submissive position I could think of.
And the moment the husband, on screen, took his penis out of his wife's mouth, she started talking!!
