Author's Note:
Welcome to another instalment of Sloppy Seconds. While this is fourth in terms of chronology, it can be read as a standalone story.
You're welcome to read the previous instalments of this series. Please note that, as a stylistic choice, the first two instalments had usage of Hindi words alongside English. But considering popular feedback, the stories are purely in English from the third instalment onwards.
The focus of this series is predominantly voyeurism, open marriage, incest and of course sloppy seconds. Individual stories within the series might be placed either under Incest or Loving Wives category based on the content. This particular instalment does feature Incest.
All the characters here are above 18 years of age. Hope you enjoy this story. Let me know your feedback and constructive criticisms in the comments. Thanks!
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The story so far...
Kabir & Ishika are a married couple in their thirties. With Kabir's encouragement, Ishika and her younger brother, Ansh, became lovers.
Ansh introduced the couple to his boss, the Bedis. The older couple, Mrs & Mr. Bedi, introduced Kabir & Ishika into their swingers lifestyle.
Kabir, then, encouraged Ishika to seduce her long-time crush, Sandeep, who is her friend's ex-husband. Kabir installed cameras in their bedroom and watched (as well as recorded) the act.
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"Kabir, my boy, wanna go for a ride? We can grab some breakfast on the way," daddy said.
"Lets go!" I said, enthusiastically. I loved to go on motorcycle rides with my father-in-law.
I quickly put on my jeans and t-shirt, and met him in his garage. Daddy maintained his old Royal Enfield motorcycle in pristine condition. He got onto it and revved it up, while I took my brother-in-law's old Pulsar. I followed daddy, cruising through the winding roads of the countryside beach. The road was flanked by coconut trees. The early morning sun and cool sea breeze blew on our faces.
Ishika's father, Yash, was 58 years old. She and Ansh called him daddy, so did I. Daddy was in the merchant navy for most of his adult life. With some really good investments, he was able to retire comfortably. His love for the sea enticed him and he bought an old house in the village of Querim in Goa. He renovated the house and lived happily with his wife, Naina, my mother-in-law.
Ishika and I visited them several times after our marriage. Daddy was a chilled out guy. We bonded real quick over our mutual love for cricket, scotch and motorbikes. He was quite a handsome man, bearing a slight resemblance to Hollywood movie star, Jeff Bridges. Following the real life actor, daddy had turned into a silver fox in his later years. He now sported grey hair and salt-pepper beard and moustache. He was quite fit and muscular as well, with regular running, swimming and cycling. He treated me like an old buddy and I loved the guy.
My mother-in-law was a striking beauty and a very elegant lady. Ishika definitely got her good looks from her mother. Daddy and mummy were the ultimate couple to look up to, their romance still strong after years of marriage. They were also pretty open with displaying their physical affection for each other in front of their kids and me, sometimes leading to Ishika, jokingly, shielding my eyes with her hand when daddy got randy.
Sadly, Ishika's mother passed away two years ago, leaving daddy alone and heartbroken. Since then Ishika and I have been visiting him whenever we could, to cheer him up.
I followed daddy through the twists and turns of the picturesque road until we reached his favourite eatery. It was still early enough in the morning, that the place was quiet empty. The owner greeted daddy, his regular customer. I could see the younger waitresses eyeing daddy with interest as he swaggered to his usual table. Daddy was all smiles and charms with the staff as he ordered our breakfast.
"Naina loved this place," daddy said.
I nodded, digging into my own breakfast.
"Although, on many lazy Sunday mornings, such as today," he continued, "She and I would stay in bed, making love. Ah, life's simple pleasures!"
"She was wild in bed, you know, your mother-in-law," he added with a wink and then laughed.
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you mentioned that several times."
He laughed again and took another bite of his breakfast. He had never shied away from telling me about his sex life.
"I bet you'd be having some really good times in bed too, eh? Ishika is so much like her mother. Beautiful face, with that voluptuous body and shapely breasts," he said.
I smiled to hide my confusion. "Are we talking about mummy or Ishika?"
"Both, I guess," he said, with a shrug. "Naina was such an exquisite woman. God bless her soul. And now I see so much of her in Ishika."
It was surprising that he had brought up the topic of his daughter's sexuality. I wondered where he was leading up to. While he had been open with me about his sex life, never had he asked me about mine before.
Sensing my hesitation, he said, chuckling, "Come on, I heard you both last night from your room. Probably the neighbours did too. She's a loud moaner, just like her mother!"
I smiled in embarrassment and nodded. Ishika always got extra horny when we visited her parents' home. Last night was no different, resulting in a night of passionate sex.
"Yeah, she's loud sometimes, when she's in the mood," I said.
He closed his eyes and smiled appreciatively.
We paid for the breakfast and rode back home, his words stuck in my head. With my senses tingling, I observed him discreetly throughout the rest of the morning. He definitely seemed to be in a happy mood, almost close to his former self, yet I couldn't pinpoint the reason. He was also behaving a bit oddly, being more than usual affectionate with Ishika and almost ogling her, as if she was someone else entirely.
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Later that afternoon, sitting on the bed in Ishika's room, I opened my laptop to continue with a web series I had been watching. It was a lazy afternoon. The constant sounds of the waves crashing on the beach just behind the property. I noticed that the laptop hadn't shut down properly from its previous session. Daddy had used it yesterday for some time and returned it to me. The applications opened up in their previous state as the laptop woke up from hibernation. One of the open applications was the video player. Out of curiosity, I hit the play button and it started playing the last clip.
My heart pounded in my chest when I realised what I was watching. It had been two months or so, since Ishika fucked our friend Sandeep in our bedroom for the first time. Since then, he'd been to our house twice more to fuck Ishika, during my absence. I had recorded all their sessions on three different cameras, hidden in my bedroom. As a result, I was sitting on few hours of video footage. I had taken it up as a personal project to cut and edit them into nice little chunks of amateur porn video clips.
The video that now played before me was one such clip which I had somehow missed to move to my external hard drive. It was a clip from the night, when Ishika and Sandeep had sex for the second time.
Whoa! Did daddy watch this?
I sat and watched the video, wondering that million dollar question. The footage was from the camera that was hidden just behind the bed. Only Sandeep's legs were visible from that angle and the entire focus was on Ishika. She had put additional effort on her dress, hair and make-up that night and had given Sandeep a strip show as a seductive appetizer. She walked into the bedroom wearing a maroon lacy nightdress and stood at the foot of the bed, facing him. Running her fingers through her hair slowly, she gave him and the camera a sultry look and asked him something. The camera microphone didn't pick up the question clearly but Sandeep grunted his consent. With that she slowly started to strip.
I had watched the video several times, but I looked at it now with a fresh perspective, through my father-in-law's eyes. On the screen, Ishika untied her nightdress and let it slide off her body. She stood there for a moment in her matching maroon lacy lingerie. Placing both hands on the edge of the bed, she bent forward, giving a generous view of her cleavage and asked seductively, "Like what you see?"
With that she climbed the bed and moved closer to Sandeep and the camera. She hooked her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. Slowly and naughtily, she removed it and dropped it aside. Her perky 34C breasts jiggled slightly, happy to be freed. Her arousal was evident from her light brown nipples which were erect and pointing towards him. She gave a brilliant smile and a laugh, probably reacting to Sandeep's expression of awe, and moved forward to straddle him. The video lost focus as she came too close and I had cut the clip at that point.
I sat back, amazed, my mind in a whirlwind. I replayed the video and watched it again, once more looking at it from daddy's perspective. He had specifically mentioned about Ishika's breasts during our conversation that morning. I wondered how many times he'd watched the video.
I minimized the application window as Ishika entered the room. She flopped on the bed beside me.
"What's he in such a good mood about?" Ishika asked, referring to her father. "Gave me a hug, kissed my cheeks. Followed me around the kitchen like an excited puppy. He used to be like that with mummy."
"He's been acting a little weird today," I said.
I told her about my conversation with daddy over breakfast. Ishika's eyes widened with surprise.
"Huh? Really? Wonder what's up with him?" Ishika said, confused.
"I might have an idea about that," I said and brought up the video application window up on the laptop screen again.
"You showed this to him?" Ishika asked, aghast.
"What? No! Why would I show it to him?" I said, bewildered. "He borrowed my laptop yesterday. And now I find this open."
"God!" she said, looking shocked and tense. She paused for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. "I thought you said you'd moved all the videos out of the laptop."
Shit! Here comes trouble.
I sensed a slight irritation coming through in her voice.
"I had moved everything, honey. I swear. Somehow, this one's still there. I think I might have missed to delete this."
She screwed her face, looking pissed off. I could see the colour of her face changing and her breathing deepened. I backed away slightly from the fuse that was about to blow.
"How could you be so careless, Kabir?" she burst. "Someone else could've seen this. In the wrong hands, it could've ended up on some shady porn site. You know how easy it is."
She buried her face in her hands, distraught. "This is exactly what I was afraid of, when you started this whole shenanigan with the cameras and recordings."
I let her be for a moment, then moved closer to her. I hugged her and kissed her cheeks. While she still glared at me, she accepted my show of affection.
