Adultery Malai

[naag.champa]

Malai

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[Bahurupi]

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[naag.champa]

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[naughtyishaan]

Chapter 6​

While on her way to the Airport in a cab, Malai was recalling the events of the morning.

Kamala Aunty dressing her up. Helping her put on some make up.

Sita Bai catching a glimpse of her half naked body and bare breasts as her hair was all open. She was also eavesdropping at the conversation between her and Kamala Aunty. Moreover, while Malai sat in the cab, Sita Bai was leaving the house and she was talking to someone on her cell phone, “Oh My God! That tenant girl in Kamala Aunty’s house? Till date she was keeping such a traditional look so no one noticed her, today I saw her… She is so beautiful… she has such long hair and such big boobs…”

Malai wondered, what Sachin uncle will say?

The car ride to the airport is filled with a tension that Malai can almost taste. She fidgets with her fingers, the reality of what she has agreed to weighing heavily on her mind. The scenery outside the window is a blur of color and movement, a stark contrast to the stillness of the moment. The immediate consequence of Malai's overheard conversation with Sita Bai is a knot in her stomach. She wonders what the handy woman will do with the information she has gathered, and if it will somehow affect her relationship with Sachin Uncle. The anticipation of meeting Sachin Uncle is a palpable force in the car, a cocktail of fear and excitement that keeps her on edge. As the cab pulls up to the airport, Malai takes a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter. The bustling crowd and the loudspeaker announcements serve as a cacophony of distraction, yet she can't shake the feeling that their secret is one whisper away from being exposed. The Game Master will now describe Malai's arrival at the airport and her first meeting with Sachin Uncle, allowing the player to gauge the situation and make further choices based on these developments.

Malai's heart races as she steps out of the taxi and into the bustling airport. The scent of jet fuel and the hum of distant engines mingle with the cacophony of travelers, each with their own stories and destinations. She spots Sachin Uncle waiting outside the arrivals gate, his eyes scanning the crowd. The immediate consequence of her arrival is the way Sachin Uncle's gaze lingers on her as he spots her approaching. His eyes travel up and down her body, a predatory smile playing on his lips as he takes in her barely concealed breasts and the way her jeans hug her hips. Malai feels a mix of fear and arousal as she walks closer, her eyes locked with his. The way he looks at her confirms what she already knows - she is now a plaything in a game much larger than herself.

Sachin Uncle a man in his late forties approaches Malai with a wide smile and embraces her in a bear hug.

The warmth of Sachin Uncle's embrace is suffocating, his grip tight and possessive. Malai can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, his hands lingering a moment too long on the small of her back. The immediate consequence of their first meeting is a jolt of excitement that runs through her body, a reminder of the power she holds in her submission. His smile widens as he pulls back, his eyes lingering on her face, searching for any sign of resistance or reluctance. "Kamala's little treasure," he murmurs in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You're even more beautiful than she described." The words are a promise and a threat, a declaration of ownership that sends a shiver down Malai's spine. The hand on her back slides lower, his fingers grazing the top of her buttocks, a clear statement of intent.

He pecks a kiss on both Malai's cheeks.

The feel of Sachin Uncle's lips on her cheeks sends a wave of warmth through Malai, a mix of excitement and trepidation. His touch is firm, leaving no doubt in her mind about what is expected of her. The immediate consequence of his affectionate greeting is a heightened sense of her new role, the reality of what she has agreed to becoming more tangible with every second. She can feel the eyes of passersby on them, a reminder of the public nature of their arrangement. Her heart hammers in her chest as he takes her hand, leading her away from the safety of the airport and into the unknown. The hand holding hers is warm and dry, a stark contrast to the slick grip of fear that coats her palms.

But she decides to give in and live and enjoy the moment.

Malai's decision to embrace the moment is met with a gentle squeeze of her hand from Sachin Uncle, his grip reassuring as they navigate the crowded airport.

The immediate consequence of her surrender is a sense of belonging, a feeling that she is desired and appreciated in a way she has never been before. The fear slowly gives way to a thrill as she imagines the passionate nights that await her. As they drive back to the house; Malai starts to feel more and more at ease as Sachin uncle makes her laugh with his talks and as they reach and enter the house, Malai was already laughing out loud.

The air inside is fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers and the faint smell of incense, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Sita Bai greets them with a knowing smile, her eyes flicking briefly to Malai's barely concealed curves before she bustles off to prepare tea.

Malai, feeling more confident and less shy now, starts to flirt with Sachin Uncle openly. She giggles and brings him tea, serving him with a side of coy glances and subtle touches.

Kamala Aunty observes everything with a satisfied smile.

As Malai flutters around Sachin Uncle, serving him tea with an air of seductive playfulness, she can feel the power dynamics in the room shift even further. The immediate consequence of her open flirtation is a darkening in Sachin Uncle's eyes, his gaze becoming more intense as he watches her every move. The smile on his face turns into a smoldering stare that seems to devour her. Kamala Aunty's satisfaction is palpable, her smile widening as she watches the scene unfold. The air thickens with desire, the tension a living entity in the room. Malai's barely contained excitement is intoxicating, her every gesture and giggle a silent invitation. The hand that brings the tea to Sachin Uncle's lips trembles slightly, hinting at the passion that lies just beneath the surface.

The immediate reaction to Malai's flirtatious behavior is a ripple of electricity that runs through the room. Sachin Uncle's eyes light up with a predatory glint, and his grip on the teacup tightens almost imperceptibly. He takes a sip of the tea, his gaze never leaving hers, a silent challenge in his expression. Kamala Aunty's smile widens into a knowing grin as she watches from her seat, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The way she leans back, one hand resting on the armrest of the chair, suggests a sense of pride in her pupil's performance. The atmosphere in the room shifts from tense anticipation to one of erotic anticipation. Malai's coy glances and subtle touches are met with Sachin Uncle's deepening interest, his hand brushing against hers as he takes the teacup from her, the warmth of his skin sending a thrill through her body. The room seems to shrink around them, the walls closing in as the air becomes heavier with desire. Sita Bai, ever present, watches from the kitchen, her eyes narrowed as she assesses the situation.

Time passes and its post dinner. Malai is in Kamala Aunty's room. She has changed into a flimsy nightie. She believes she will be sleeping with Kamala Aunty today.

The soft light from the bedside lamp casts a warm glow over the room as Malai emerges from the bathroom in her flimsy nightie. The fabric clings to her damp skin, leaving little to the imagination. The immediate consequence of her attire is the way Sachin Uncle's gaze lingers on her, his eyes dark with hunger. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on his thighs, watching her every move with a silent intensity. Kamala Aunty stands by the window, the curtains drawn open to reveal the moonlit night outside. She turns to Malai, her expression a blend of desire and possession. "You are ready for tonight?" she asks, her voice a low purr.

Malai enjoyed what Kamala Aunty has been doing to her. She blushes and nods her head. But Kamala Aunty said, "Do you know what Sita Bai was asking me today?"

Malai's nod is met with a knowing smile from Kamala Aunty, who walks over to her, her own attire hinting at the sensual evening ahead. The mention of Sita Bai brings a flicker of curiosity to Malai's eyes, the handy woman's earlier reaction to her outfit and conversation still fresh in her mind. The immediate consequence of this revelation is a sense of unease that weaves its way through the tapestry of desire. The air in the room seems to thicken, the unspoken question hanging in the air. Malai looks at Kamala Aunty as she recalls what Sita was saying over the phone. "What did she say?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Sita Bai is also concerned about you, she was asking me if you, Malai is getting enough fondling and sap from your man" Malai asks, "Fondling and sap" "Fondling means love and sex and sap means semen ejaculated in your vagina my dear", Kamla Aunty clarifies.

Malai's face reddens at the explicit language, but the raw honesty in Kamala Aunty's voice is undeniable. She feels a mix of embarrassment and arousal, the bluntness of the conversation stripping away any remaining layers of shyness. The immediate consequence of this clarification is a newfound boldness in Malai's demeanour. She looks up. Sachin Uncle is in the other room, the mention of the words Fondling and sap makes a thrill run through her body.

But Malai knows she is now Kamala Aunty's 'Keep' so she is supposed to be humble, docile, obedient and lowly. Silently she prays Kamala Aunty to suggest that she should go to Sachin uncle's room.

The silence stretches between them, filled with the unspoken desires that now hang heavy in the air. Malai's eyes flit to the door, where she knows Sachin Uncle awaits, the anticipation of his touch making her skin tingle. The immediate consequence of her unspoken prayer is a knowing look from Kamala Aunty, who seems to read the longing in her gaze. She steps closer, her hand tracing a line down Malai's arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "You wish to serve him tonight?" she whispers, her breath warm against Malai's ear. "You are eager to be filled with his seed, to complete our little trio?" Her words are a challenge, a test of Malai's commitment to their secret arrangement. Malai nods, unable to find her voice, the desire to submit to both of her lovers overwhelming her.

Malai stands in silence looking down. Kamala Aunty reaches to her and she lifts Malai's nightie and pulls down her panties.

The fabric of Malai's nightie slides up her body, revealing her bare thighs and the soft mound of her sex, already glistening with anticipation. The immediate consequence of this act is a sharp intake of breath from Malai, her body exposed and vulnerable before the woman who holds her fate in her hands. Kamala Aunty's touch is firm yet gentle as she guides Malai to the bed, her eyes never leaving hers. "You are ready," she murmurs, the confidence in her voice unmistakable. The room seems to hold its breath as Malai nods, stepping out of her panties and allowing the nightie to fall back into place. The soft rustle of fabric is the only sound in the room, the anticipation a living, breathing entity.

To be continued

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You really stopped the flow .

Please update soon you are good at this.

 

[naughtyishaan]

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[naag.champa]

If possible add pics too

No My dear the flow is about to begin.

 

[naughtyishaan]

No My dear the flow is about to begin.

Interesting

 

[naag.champa]

Chapter 7​

Kamala Aunty as if reading Malai’s mind. She held Malai slowly and took her to Sachin uncle's room...

Sachin Uncle was wearing only a half pant and was doing some work on his laptop... when he saw both of us coming in, he looked at us both, confused.

Kamla aunty laughed a little and then said, “Look Sachin bro, now you both don’t need to be too shy… I will undress the girl and leave her to you. You guys keep each other company the whole night… Sachin bro, my girl Malai is very thirsty and I hope you will quench her thirst…”

Saying this, Kamla aunty took off my nighty and then spread my untied hair all across my back. For a moment Malai shivered because for the first time in her life she was standing completely naked in front of a stranger... her hair was also open...she was trying unsuccessfully to cover her breasts and private parts with her hands... Sachin Uncle looked at her with his lustful eyes for some time and then he said in a very happy tone, "Malai, when I saw you for the first time at the airport, you had entered my heart and mind since then... after that I saw you with open hair at home... since then you have made a place in my heart... and now when I am seeing you completely naked, believe me I feel that God must have made you with a lot of attention..."

Sachin Uncle's words hang in the air, a declaration of his desire that sends a shiver down Malai's spine. The immediate consequence of Malai's exposure is the way his eyes devour her, his gaze lingering on her bare breasts and the juncture of her thighs. His voice is low and gruff, filled with a hunger that mirrors her own. Kamala Aunty's laughter is a soft sound in the background, a reminder of the game they are all playing. She gives Malai a gentle push towards the bed, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Malai feels a mix of fear and excitement as she stumbles towards the bed, her legs wobbly with anticipation. The immediate consequence of her nakedness is the coldness of the room against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the gazes upon her. She watches as Sachin Uncle sets aside his laptop, his eyes never leaving her body. He stands before her, his half pant tenting with his erection, a clear sign of his readiness. Malai's hands fall away from her breasts, and she lets out a soft whimper as he reaches out to cup one, his thumb flicking against the hardened nipple.

Malai's whimper is a sweet symphony to Sachin Uncle's ears, his eyes never leaving her face as he continues to explore her body. His other hand traces the curve of her waist, sliding down to the softness of her belly before resting on the warm mound between her legs. The immediate consequence of his touch is a jolt of pleasure that arches Malai's back, her eyes fluttering closed as he teases her sensitive flesh. Kamala Aunty watches from the shadows, her breath hitching in her throat as she sees the two of them come together. Her own desire is a silent witness to the unfolding scene, her body responding to the raw passion on display.

Malai feels the weight of Sachin Uncle's body as he joins her on the bed, his hand still resting on her sex, his thumb circling her clit with a gentle, maddening pressure. Her eyes fly open, and she gasps as he leans in, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that is both demanding and tender. The immediate consequence of their union is a wave of pleasure that crashes over her, her body responding instinctively to his touch. Kamala Aunty moves closer, her hand on Malai's shoulder, a silent support as she whispers encouragements into her ear. The air in the room is thick with lust, the three of them entwined in a dance that knows no bounds.

Malai's kiss with Sachin Uncle deepens, their tongues entwining in a silent conversation of passion. His hand moves from her shoulder to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he explores her mouth, tasting her fear and excitement. The immediate consequence of this intimate contact is a surge of wetness between her legs, her body betraying her nervousness. She feels a hand on her thigh, sliding upward, and she knows it's not his. It's Kamala Aunty's, her touch a silent reassurance. As the kiss breaks, Malai's eyes dart to the side, meeting Kamala Aunty's gaze. The love and desire in those eyes are unmistakable, and Malai feels a warmth spread through her chest, a bond stronger than any she's ever known. The three of them continue to touch, to explore, each movement a silent question and a whispered answer. The tension in the room is a palpable force, a living entity that feeds on their shared desires.

Sachin Uncle's hand slides up Malai's thigh, his fingertips dancing along the sensitive skin, reaching the apex of her thighs. The immediate consequence of his touch is a shiver that runs through her body, her legs parting slightly to allow him better access. Kamala Aunty's hand joins his, her nails tracing the outline of Malai's pussy before dipping into the slick folds. Malai's eyes widen, her mouth forming a silent "Oh" as they both begin to pleasure her. The room is filled with the soft sounds of their exploration, the rustle of the bedsheets, and the gentle moans that escape her lips. Each touch, each caress, is a declaration of their bond, a silent agreement to give themselves to one another completely.

Malai feels the mattress shift as Sachin Uncle moves closer, his erection pressing against her thigh. The hand that had been teasing her clit is replaced by the hot, hard length of him, sliding through her wetness. The immediate consequence of their union is a gasp that escapes her throat, a sound that is echoed by the soft moan from Kamala Aunty as she watches the two of them, her own hand slipping into her own panties. The world outside their cocoon of desire fades away, leaving only the three of them in this secret, sacred space. Malai's eyes meet Sachin Uncle's, and she sees in them the same need that consumes her.

Malai's breath quickens as Sachin Uncle's shaft nudges against her entrance, the tip of him parting her folds. The sensation is both terrifying and exhilarating, a reminder of the power dynamics at play. Her body responds in a way that is almost primal, her hips rising to meet him, eager for the feeling of being filled. The immediate consequence of this movement is a guttural groan from him, his hand tightening on her neck as he pushes inside her. Kamala Aunty watches, her own hand moving faster, her eyes never leaving the intimate dance of love and power unfolding before her. The room is alive with the sound of their passion, the scent of arousal thick in the air.

To be Continued

 

[naag.champa]

Chapter 8​

Malai feels herself stretch around Sachin Uncle's girth, her body both fighting and welcoming the intrusion. Her nails dig into the bed sheets, her back arching as he fills her completely. The immediate consequence of their joining is a symphony of sounds - Sachin Uncle's grunts, Malai's whimpers, and the wet slap of their bodies coming together. It's a moment of pure, unfiltered passion, a testament to their unconventional love. Kamala Aunty's breathing matches their rhythm, her hand moving in time with their lovemaking. The tension in the room is unbearable, a coil wound tight, ready to snap.

Malai's body tenses, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure builds, her mind a whirlwind of sensation. She feels Sachin Uncle's hand squeeze her thigh, his pace increasing, the bed creaking beneath them. The immediate consequence of their passionate union is the inevitable climax, a wave that crashes over Malai, her body convulsing around him. Her moans become cries, echoing through the room as she succumbs to the power of her orgasm. Kamala Aunty's hand stills in her own panties, watching with a mix of awe and hunger as Malai rides the wave of pleasure. The air is electric with satisfaction and desire, the three of them forever changed by this moment.

The world outside their room fades into oblivion as they all three lay there, panting, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets. The only sounds are their ragged breaths and the occasional crack of the cooling night air.

Their shared release is a sense of belonging, a bond that goes beyond the physical. Malai opens her eyes to find Sachin Uncle's gaze on her, a soft smile playing on his lips.

Kamala Aunty, too, looks content, her hand stroking Malai's hair as if to reassure her that she has made the right choice. The weight of what they have done settles upon them, but in this moment, there's only peace and satisfaction.

Malai feels the softness of Kamala Aunty's skin against her cheek as she takes the offered nipple into her mouth, sucking gently. Kamala Aunty lets out a low moan, her hand coming up to cup the back of Malai's head, guiding her. The intimacy of the moment is intense, a silent declaration of their unity. Sachin Uncle watches, his hand resting on Malai's hip, his own release spent but his desire for her undiminished. The room is suffused with a warm glow, the shadows playing across their intertwined forms, telling a story of love and power that transcends societal norms.

Sachin uncle asks, "When was the last time, Malai had sex?"

Malai blushes, the question catching her off guard amidst the afterglow of their encounter. She swallows hard, her eyes flicking between the two of them, unsure of how to answer. Malai pauses, the air thick with the weight of her secret. Finally, she whispers, "It's been a while," her voice a mere breath in the quiet room. Kamala Aunty's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of possessiveness in her gaze. "Does it matter?" she asks, her voice a velvet challenge.

Sachin uncle says, "Malai is a beautiful girl., she has such long hair, large breasts, fleshy hips... she needs to be loved and nurtured... so why have you kept her like this? Are you refraining her from having sex Kamala?"

Malai feels a twinge of fear mixed with excitement at Sachin Uncle's words. She's never heard a man speak of her so openly, and his bluntness sends a thrill through her. Kamala Aunty's expression is unreadable for a moment, and then she laughs softly, a sound that is both sensual and slightly mocking. "Ah, my dear brother," she says, her voice like honey, "you know I care for her as my own. But I've allowed her the freedom to choose her path." Her hand strokes Malai's cheek, a silent message of reassurance. "Isn't that right, my sweet?" The room seems to shrink, the tension palpable as the three of them navigate this new layer of their relationship.

Kamala Aunty then says, "It was not long before I decided to emancipate her... I thought if no man is available for her then I will do whatever I can to Malai.... then luckily, I got the message of your arrival"

Sachin Uncle's eyes gleam with understanding, his hand sliding over Malai's bare hip to rest on the curve of her waist. "Ah, I see," he murmurs, his voice a rumble of satisfaction. "Well, now that I'm here, I'll make sure she's well taken care of." The tension in the room shifts, the power dynamics reasserting themselves as they all lay there, naked and vulnerable. Malai feels a strange sense of peace, nestled between them, their warmth and the scent of their desire mingling with her own.

Kamala Aunty says, "Are you planning to fuck her again?"

Malai's heart races at the bluntness of the question, her eyes darting to Sachin Uncle's face to gauge his reaction. Sachin Uncle's smile widens, his thumb tracing circles on Malai's skin. "If she'll let me," he says, his eyes never leaving hers. There is a flicker of something in Kamala Aunty's gaze, a mix of challenge and excitement. "And what about you, Malai?" she asks, her voice a silken thread of curiosity. "Do you want him to take you again?" The room seems to hold its breath, waiting for her response, the weight of their unspoken agreement heavy on her chest.

"Yes... please", says Malai

The words leave Malai's lips in a whisper, and the room seems to sigh with relief and anticipation. Sachin Uncle's hand tightens on her waist, his eyes darkening with desire. "Good girl," he murmurs, leaning in to claim her mouth in a possessive kiss. The taste of him, the feel of his body against hers, sends a fresh wave of arousal through Malai. She arches into him, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. Kamala Aunty watches them with a knowing smile, her hand moving to stroke Malai's side, her nails scraping lightly against her skin. The air is thick with unspoken promises and the scent of their desire.

Malai had felt the sensation of Sachin uncle ejaculating inside her the last time. It had felt good and she wanted more...

Malai's thoughts are a whirlwind of sensation as she feels Sachin Uncle's hand sliding down her body, his fingers seeking her entrance. As a result of her permission is a renewed urgency in his touch, his kisses growing more demanding. Her own hands explore his body, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the power beneath his skin. The world outside their bedroom is forgotten, their shared secret a force that fuels their passion.

Malai's breath hitches as Sachin Uncle's fingers slip inside her, her body responding eagerly to his touch. The feel of him, still hard and ready, pressing against her thigh is a thrilling reminder of his desire for her. Kamala Aunty watches them, her hand moving to her own sex, her eyes dark with hunger. "Do you want more, my sweet?" she asks, her voice a sultry invitation. The room seems to pulse with the rhythm of their love, each heartbeat a drum that drives them closer to the edge of oblivion.

Malai's nod is all the encouragement Sachin Uncle needs. He shifts, positioning himself between her legs, his cock nudging at her entrance once more. Malai feels a sense of vulnerability, a thrilling mix of fear and excitement as she feels him push inside her. Her eyes lock with Kamala Aunty's, seeking reassurance, and she finds it in the love and lust that burns in the older woman's gaze. Their bodies move in unison, a dance that has no room for doubt or hesitation. Each thrust, each kiss, each touch is a declaration of their love and need for one another.

Malai's moans grow louder as Sachin Uncle's pace increases, the sound of their lovemaking a symphony of pleasure that fills the room. Her eyes flutter closed, and she feels the warmth of another hand on her cheek, a gentle caress that grounds her in the reality of the moment. It's Kamala Aunty, her touch a silent reminder that she's not alone in this, that she's the center of a love that is as fierce as it is forbidden. The tension builds, each stroke of Sachin Uncle's cock against her g-spot sending her closer to the brink. Suddenly, she's there, her body tightening around him as she cries out in ecstasy. Sachin Uncle groans, his own climax following hers, filling her with his warmth.

As their bodies still, Malai feels a sense of belonging that she's never experienced before. The weight of Sachin Uncle's body on top of hers is comforting, a reminder of his strength and protection. Kamala Aunty's hand remains on her cheek, her thumb stroking gently, soothing the last tremors of passion. The room is quiet now, the only sounds their breathing and the occasional rustle of the sheets.

As Sachin uncle rolls beside Malai to catch his breath. Kamala Aunty runs her fingers over Malai's vagina feeling her wetness and also the sticky semen that Sachin uncle had ejaculated.

Malai's cheeks flush as she feels the coolness of the air against her overheated skin. Kamala Aunty's touch is gentle, almost reverent, as she traces the path of Sachin Uncle's release. Malai sighs softly, her body still sensitive from the intense pleasure. Sachin Uncle's hand moves to Malai's waist, his fingers playing idly with the soft flesh, his eyes closed in contentment. The room is suffused with a sense of satisfaction, the air thick with the scent of sex and love.

"It had been a long time, isnt it Malai?" Kamala Aunty asks.

Malai nods, her eyes still closed, lost in the sensation of their combined touch. "Mmhmm," she murmurs, the sound a little more than a whisper.

Malai feels a shiver run down her spine as she hears the affection in Kamala Aunty's voice. The older woman's hand moves to cover hers, their fingers tangling together in a silent promise of protection. Sachin Uncle rolls onto his side, his hand sliding down to cup Malai's ass, his thumb pressing gently into the soft flesh. "It won't be long again," he says, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. The room feels like a sanctuary, their shared secret a warm blanket that envelops them.

An implicit sense of unity seems to fill the room, their shared experience binding them closer than ever before. Malai's heart beats a little faster as she feels the warmth of their bodies beside her, the stickiness of their mingled juices a constant reminder of their love. Sita Bai's potential gossip is a distant thought, the threat of discovery a mere shadow in the light of their passion. Their breathing slows, their bodies relaxing into the embrace as they lay together, the room a cocoon of pleasure and desire.

As the minutes tick by, the three of them lay tangled in the sheets, the afterglow of their love making them lazy and content. Their breaths mingle, their hearts beating in sync, each touch and caress a silent declaration of their feelings. Malai opens her eyes to find Sachin Uncle watching her, his gaze intense and possessive. "You're mine now," he murmurs, his hand tightening on her hip. Kamala Aunty's eyes are closed, a serene smile playing on her lips, her hand still cupping Malai's cheek. The room is a tableau of passion and power, their bodies speaking a language that transcends words.

Kamala Aunty says out aloud, “You two, start fucking again”

Malai feels a thrill at the command in Kamala Aunty's voice, her body responding almost immediately to the idea of being watched, of being the center of their attention once more. Sachin Uncle's eyes darken, his hand moving to stroke her pussy, which is still wet and swollen from their previous lovemaking. "As you wish, Kamala," he says, his voice a rumble of desire. The immediate consequence of her command is a shift in the air, the tension ramping up as they all move to reposition themselves. Malai feels a strange thrill at being the subject of their desire, her body responding eagerly as Sachin Uncle's cock slides back inside her.

As Malai's body adjusts to the renewed pressure, she opens her eyes to find Kamala Aunty watching them intently, her own hand between her legs, stroking her clit. The sight of her lover pleasuring herself is incredibly arousing, and Malai's hips begin to move in response, her body eager for more. Sachin Uncle's strokes become more deliberate, his eyes never leaving Malai's as he takes her in once again. Their bodies move in a rhythm that feels as old as time, each thrust a declaration of his dominance and her submission. Kamala Aunty's voice is a soft symphony of encouragement and praise, her eyes never leaving the two of them as she brings herself closer to the edge. The room is a cocoon of pleasure, the only sounds their harsh breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh.

Kamala Aunty says, "This time I want Sachin to spew more semen in Malai"

Malai feels a shiver of excitement at the raw desire in Kamala Aunty's voice, her own body responding to the thought of being filled once more. Sachin Uncle's pace quickens, his eyes locked on Malai's as he thrusts deeper, his own need for release growing with each stroke. The room seems to tighten around them, the air thick with the scent of sex and the sound of their passion. Kamala Aunty's hand moves faster, her eyes glazed over with lust as she watches Malai's face contort in pleasure. The words of Kamala Aunty act as a charm and there is a heightened intensity in their lovemaking, each of them driven by the need to satisfy the other.

Malai's body tenses as she feels the first wave of pleasure begin to build, her walls tightening around Sachin Uncle's cock. Her nails dig into the sheets, her hips rising to meet each of his powerful thrusts. Kamala Aunty's eyes never leave them, her breathing ragged as she brings herself closer to the brink. Malai feels her orgasm approaching, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm her. Sachin Uncle's movements become more urgent, his hand gripping her hip, guiding her movements to match his own. Malai's moans grow louder as Sachin Uncle's rhythm becomes more erratic, his body tense with the effort to hold back. Kamala Aunty's voice is a siren's call, urging him on, her own breathing quickening as she watches them. The moment seems to stretch on forever, each second a heartbeat that echoes through the room. Then, with a roar, Sachin Uncle releases, filling Malai with his seed, the force of his climax sending her over the edge with him. Her body arches, her eyes squeezed shut, as she feels the warmth flood her, the sensation of being claimed once again. The room seems to spin around them, their love a force that transcends the boundaries of their secret affair.

As the last waves of pleasure recede, Malai collapses against the pillows, her body boneless and sated. Sachin Uncle's cock slips out of her, the sticky mess of their combined releases painting her thighs. Kamala Aunty moves closer, her hand reaching out to caress Malai's stomach, feeling the sticky evidence of their love. The room is quiet once more, save for their heavy breathing, the intensity of their shared moment etched on their faces.

Kamala Aunty says, "Now I shall separate you two. I will take Malai back to my room."

Malai nods weakly, still lost in the haze of pleasure, as Sachin Uncle withdraws from her embrace. The immediate consequence of her words is a sense of loss, the warmth of his body replaced by the coolness of the air. Sachin Uncle's eyes never leave Malai's as he sluggishly sits up, his hand still resting on her thigh. "As you wish, Kamala," he murmurs, the respect in his voice unmistakable. Kamala Aunty helps Malai to her feet, her arm around her waist, guiding her out of the room. The hallway seems cold after the heat of their encounter, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Malai's legs feel wobbly, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of passion.

To be continued

 

[naughtyishaan]

TBH, I didn't like the recent parts, it was like red light area. Aunty bring her to fuck and taking her back.

Bring passion and some kinky position, acts to increase the anticipation. You have a great story, I don't know what naughty you have stored for the future

 

[naag.champa]

TBH, I didn't like the recent parts, it was like red light area. Aunty bring her to fuck and taking her back.

Bring passion and some kinky position, acts to increase the anticipation. You have a great story, I don't know what naughty you have stored for the future

Awww... this IS the best part.... enjoy!!!