Destiny’s Child

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What is destiny anyway? Something your birth stars determine for you? Something you make for yourself based on your actions and decisions? Is it a combination of both?

Who knows for sure? But destiny has a way of impacting multiple lives.

And sometimes — just sometimes — it all works out in the end for everyone concerned.

Flashback — 35 Years Ago

A young and rising entrepreneur, Ratan had been so focused on his start-up that he buried himself in work. His only other passion was working out and a gym was one of the first additions he made to the office. Standing 6′ 3″ tall, he was all muscle without an ounce of fat. Despite being among the most handsome, eligible bachelors, he remained single till he turned 30.

Between work and the gym, he had no time for a social life. That meant he didn’t get to meet eligible girls enough.

He found sexual release in the ample breasts and welcoming pussy of his 20-year old curvy and nerdy secretary, Janaki, who had joined his company fresh out of college.

Just 5′ 2″ tall, she was a stark contrast to Ratan. In spite of her intelligence, she was content with her secretarial job, mainly because of her lack of ambition.

She was the perfect submissive to his aggressive alpha male personality.

Their affair started on a business trip she accompanied him on.

The day he closed the deal securing a huge investment in the business, he was on a testosterone-driven high. Horny and desperately needing a release, he invited her over to his room to celebrate.

“Let’s celebrate and have fun tonight,” he said when he called her room to invite her, “that is, if you are ok with spending the night with me.”

“Whatever you wish sir,” she said, thankful that he couldn’t see her blush.

His words, ‘celebrate all night,’ and ‘spend the night with me,’ were spinning in her head and she imagined all kinds of naughty things as she took a hurried shower, put on her sexiest and most revealing dress and headed off to his room.

She didn’t object or take offense when he kissed her after a few drinks and awkward chitchat.

Her shyness and inhibitions had drowned in a drink too many, she responded with hunger and passion.

When she responded to his kiss hungrily, he ripped her clothes off and hauled her giggling, squealing nakedness to bed.

Both were drunk.

He was horny.

She was willing and, when he threw her on the bed, she spread her legs with a giggle and opened her shaved flower for him.

His eyes glued to her shaved pussy, he stripped naked and pounced on the bed only to be welcomed by more giggles and squeals of pleasure.

Needless to say, neither of them got a wink of sleep that night.

He fucked her throughout the night making her erupt with orgasm after orgasm.

He claimed all her holes that night, depositing his first load deep down her throat. His second inside her pussy, his third in her ass, his fourth and fifth also inside her pussy.

Dawn was breaking by the time they drifted off to sleep. When he woke up around noon, he fucked her again…and again…and again through the evening and the following night.

He extended their trip by a week — and the two spent the entire week in bed, fucking again and again, day and night.

Her trip had started as an innocent girl full of dreams.

By the time the trip ended, her sexuality was in hyperdrive and she couldn’t have enough of the glorious world of sex.

To be fair to him, his skills in bed kept her shaking with orgasm after earth shattering orgasm.

Neither could have enough of each other.

With load after load of potent sperm filling her pussy without protection, it was inevitable that one of them would find its way to her fertile egg and got the job done.

And that’s exactly what happened.

When Janaki missed her period, Ratan proposed to her and she readily said yes.

She was visibly pregnant when the two got married.

Pregnancy had virtually no impact on either of their sex drive and the couple continued to have passionate sex multiple times a day till it was safe.

However, there were complications in the pregnancy, and when Ratan was blessed with a boy, Janaki had to undergo a hysterectomy, closing the door on any future children.

While it was bitter-sweet, it didn’t impact either of their passion.

Even after years of marriage, fucking 4-5 times a day was common for the couple.

That came to an abrupt end when Janaki succumbed to an aggressive cancer when their son was just 5 years old.

Ratan’s life now got devoted between his work, his fitness and raising young Vikram, who had inherited more of his mother’s traits than his fathers.

He was more interested in books, puzzles and art and showed no interest in sports or fitness. He was a gentle recluse, the exact opposite to Ratan’s aggressiveness.

Ratan was worried he would grow up without ambition like his mother.

Whenever Ratan tried to explain the importance of fitness or of asserting himself to his son, Vicky would say, “Dad, my destiny is behind a desk, not running marathons or scaling mountains. All I need to sharpen are my brain muscles.”

Ever since the demise of his wife, the business seemed to have been jinxed and was slowly sliding downhill.

The harder Ratan worked and tried to revive it, the deeper it seemed to sink.

Ratan’s frustrations were growing between business failures and his son’s lack of ambition.

After close to 5 years of sexual draught, Ratan’s vented all his frustrations in his maid one night, taking her forcibly, depositing his cum inside her pussy three times back to back.

She quit the next day saying she was a devoted wife to her husband and hadn’t signed up for being violated the way he had violated her.

Thankfully, no police complaint was made and the matter fizzled out.

He then found release in the body of Mohini, his new secretary, who had joined his company fresh out of college, full of eagerness and willingness to serve.

While his affair with Janaki was one of passion growing into love and marriage, his new secretary was just a release of his sexual and other tensions. She understood his needs and was more than happy to spread her legs for him.

The day after he first fucked her, the company landed the biggest order since Janaki’s death.

Ratan saw it as a sign and started fucking Mohini at every opportunity — sometimes in the office and almost every night that she could stay away from work.

Their affair ended when she quit her job three months after her marriage to an army officer.

Even after she was married, her sexual relationships with Ratan did not end.

Unknown to her husband, Ratan enjoyed Mohini till the day she gave up working to be a full time home maker.

The two spent her entire last day of work in his bed and Ratan fucked her with an intensity born out of knowing this would be the last time.

Mohini willing took all five loads of Ratan’s cum in her pussy — without protection, the way he preferred it.

After Mohini quit, Ratan hired Rose, another innocent, as yet untouched 20-something girl fresh out of college.

Keeping his bed warm and letting him fuck her at will without protection was her sole job description.

He fucked her till her marriage and again, hired another 20-odd year old as her replacement.

That became the routine for Ratan, to employ 20-something secretaries who had no problems with getting fucked as part of the job function. Some lasted a few months, others a few years before they got married and quit their jobs either before or soon after their marriage.

As Vikram grew, so did Ratan’s frustrations with his son. He was nothing like his father and with every passing year, the relations between father and son got more and more strained, to the point where father and son hardly talked by the time Vicky completed schooling.

When he joined a college in a different city, it was partly to get away from a dominant father. Ratan channeled his disappointment in his son, by focusing more and more on his business and fitness — and releasing his frustrations sexually with his secretaries.

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One Year Ago…

Vikram returned home after completing his graduation, still a virgin.

Within just a few days, Ratan began to realize his son was as diagonally opposite to him as could have been. It was his worst nightmare come true.

His anger, disappointment and frustration renewed, he started spending 5-7 hours a day either working out or fucking Fareeha, his fresh out of college secretary.

Even at 57 years, he could challenge guys half age in a fight or in bed, and he was proud of that.

Three months after his son’s return, Fareeha broke the news of her upcoming nikah (marriage) after a night of seven hours of sex with Ratan.

After hearing the news, he deposited two more loads in her cum-filled pussy in the pretext of “celebrating” her upcoming wedding. In reality, he was venting his frustration at having to find yet another replacement soon.

It was at Fareeha’s wedding party that Ratan and Vikram met Mohini (Ratan’s ex-secretary), her husband Jayant and their daughter Deepti, who was Fareeha’s best friend.

As far back as she could remember, Deepti was all about pushing her limits.

The daughter of an army man, strength and endurance were a qualities she inherited from her father.

It was no wonder then, that she was an active sportsperson and won a number of medals and awards through schooling and career.

So single minded was her focus on education and sports that boys were not even a part of her consciousness.

After she had just graduated college, Deepti had started working as a yoga instructor at a nearby gym.

That also gave her unlimited free access to the gym itself.

Between the workouts and teaching yoga, Deepti was proud of the how she had toned her body.

When her mom introduced Ratan as her first boss, neither Deepti nor her father knew of the five years Mohini had spent in Ratan’s bed almost everyday.

Neither was Vikram aware of his father’s predatory sexual nature.

Reconnecting after so many years brought back fond memories for both Ratan and Mohini.

Phone numbers were exchanged and, over the next few months the families met a few times socially. Vikram found Deepti’s independence and determination fascinating and she found Vikram’s creative side fascinating. The two struck up a healthy, platonic friendship.

Somewhere along the way, the idea of an alliance between Deepti and Vikram got suggested.

One thing led to another and a few more months later, Deepti and Vikram were married.

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Deepti went into the marriage with dreams of best friends turning into passionate lovers. She looked forward to her suhaag raat turning into a night full of love making.

The night though, came as a rude shock and disappointment to her.

After kissing, pawing and a few minutes of foreplay, Vicky entered her virgin pussy. He was spent even before the sharp pain of her broken hymen subsided.

Once he had emptied himself in her pussy, Vicky collapsed next to her and was fast asleep in a matter of minutes.

Deepti lay naked in bed, feeling empty. She had been turned on before Vicky walked into the room and looking forward to her first sexual experience.

The whole thing had lasted less than half an hour from the time they started undressing each other and kissing till he exploded inside her and slept.

She tried to shut the disappointment out of her mind but only ended up crying.

When she felt his cum leaking out of her pussy and tricking down towards her ass, she got out of bed in disgust. She took a long hot shower trying to clear her mind of all negative thoughts. As turned on as she had been, she tried pleasuring herself in the shower, but even that didn’t work. An hour later, she gave up, wrapped a robe around her and stepped out of the shower.

It was close to 2 am and the massive mansion was eerily silent. Unable to sleep, she decided to go into the backyard hoping that would clear her head. She tiptoed down the steps from their first floor bedroom. As she approached the ground floor, she could hear muffled grunting.

Curiosity got the better of Deepti and she started walking quietly towards the sound. As she walked towards the back of the house and the backyard, the grunting became louder and louder. She could see light coming out of one of the rooms and as she approached the glass door, she realized it was the gym and someone was working out inside.

Ratan’s back was to the door as he pumped weights and Deepti gasped.

His arm and back muscles rippling as he worked out. Broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Below his workout shorts, he stood on two muscular pillars for legs. Only the salt and pepper hair gave a hint of his age. A fitness freak herself, Deepti watched Ratan mesmerized.

For close to an hour, she stood watching him work out, losing track of time completely. That’s when she remember the hushed conversations she’d had with her best friend Fareeha.

She recalled how Fareeha would talk about her insatiable boss and his prowess in bed. Back then, Deepti hadn’t believed her friend, but now, all those memories came flooding back as she watched the man in those conversations in flesh, working out in front of her eyes.

It was when he finally stopped and headed to the shower connected to the gym that Deepti realized where she was.

She was completely aroused. Dripping wet, she felt naked under the robe. Embarrassed at being turned on by her father in law, she sneaked back upstairs.

However, she couldn’t get the picture of Ratan’s toned body out of her head and started imagining him in the incredible sexual acts Fareeha had so graphically narrated.

Unconsciously, her hand went between her legs lying next to her sleeping husband in bed.

He continued to sleep next to her as Deepti pleasured herself thinking about her best friend with her father in law — only as her orgasm neared, she couldn’t it when, in her imagination, she took the place of her best friend. And that’s when her orgasm hit.

She woke up at 6 am and headed to the gym after freshening up. As much as she enjoyed working out, the pleasure today was doubled by the memory of what she had seen last night. Her pussy was wet in no time and she worked extra hard trying to focus on the workout and had worked up quite a sweat in no time.

“You like working out beta?” she heard. Ratan was standing by the door, watching her admiringly.

“Haan papa” she replied, blushing, as she paused the workout.

“Nice,” he said appreciatively, his eyes moving up and down her body, “Vicky ke saath raat ka workout wasn’t enough beta? Vicky ne jane diya?”

Deepti turned beet red at the obvious sexual comment, “He is sleeping papa.”

“Carry on beta,” he said, stripping out of his clothes and heading towards his weights.

She couldn’t tear her eyes off his sculpted body. As they worked out, she was conscious of his eyes on her and felt him taking in her every curve and crevice. When his eyes came to rest between her legs, she wondered if her wetness had seeped through and he could see her arousal, the way she could clearly see his.

Ratan was equally turned on by Deepti and couldn’t help thinking that Vikram didn’t deserve her. He made no effort to hide the tent forming in his shorts as he watched Deepti work out, smiling when her eyes drifted to his crotch and obvious erection. For close to an hour they worked out watching and turned on by each other, both aware of the electric sexual tension between them.

After the workout, Deepti headed upstairs. Vicky was still sleeping and she headed to the shower.

For the next hour and a half, she closed her eyes and imagined Ratan taking her in every way imaginable, as she pleasured herself to the taboo thoughts with her father in law, she wondered if he too was jerking off thinking about her.

When she came, she erupted with multiple back-to-back orgasms.

After her body stopped shaking, she dried herself, draped a robe around her naked body and got in bed next to her husband.

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The first month of their wedding, Vicky fucked Deepti every night, emptying himself inside her pussy each time. But once he was done in a matter of minutes, he fell fast asleep, almost as quickly as he came. He did just enough to get her wet but could never last long enough to give her any kind of pleasure.

It was only after he fell asleep that her fingers, helped by thoughts of Ratan, took Deepti to an orgasm.

Every morning, Ratan and Deepti worked out together, mentally ravaging each other and making no attempt at hiding their lust.

And yet, neither was able to make the first move till the day Vikram surprised Deepti.

As usual, she had finished her workout that day, masturbated in the shower to thoughts of Ratan.

After the shower, she put on a short dress with a drooping V-neck line and spaghetti straps with just her lace panties under it.

She headed down to the kitchen to make breakfast for her husband and father in law, who would both be heading to work soon.

She was in the middle of cooking when Vikram came down the stairs in just his boxers.

She smiled at him as he walked towards the kitchen.

He surprised her by hugging her from behind and whispering, “I love you,” in her ears.

He licked her neck and nibbled on her ear, and she felt herself go wet between her legs.

She turned her head to face him and kissed him on his lips.

Turning her around, Vikram slid his hand inside her top and started playing with a nipple while sliding his tongue in her mouth.

Continuing to kiss her, he pulled one breast out of her top and started squeezing it and pinching her tit.

Deepti moaned in his mouth and felt his hardness press between her legs as he pulled her close to him.

Sliding the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, he pulled her dress down enough to free both her breasts.

Breaking the kiss, he bent her backwards over the kitchen counter and started sucking hungrily on one tit while playing with the other with his fingers.

“Mmmm….” Deepti moaned with pleasure, sliding her hands inside his boxers and stroking his erection.

Through the corner of her eyes, she saw Ratan coming down the hallways towards the kitchen and positioned herself so Vikram’s back would be to the kitchen entrance.

Pulling his boxers down, she took his 5″ hardness in her mouth and started sucking and stroking him.

She saw Ratan approach the kitchen and suddenly stop as he realized what was happening. Their eyes locked and she sucked her husband watching her father in law watch them.

Her breasts were naked, hanging outside her dress and she saw Ratan’s eyes rest on them. She watched his erection straining his tracks. She watched his hand as he put it inside his tracks and started stroking himself.

After a minute or so, Vikram pulled out of her mouth and made her stand up. Bending her over the kitchen counter, he lifted her dress and pulled her panties down. Her eyes returned to Ratan as Vikram entered her from behind and immediately started pounding her hard. A minute later, he grunted and collapsed on her back, emptying himself inside her.

She watched Ratan shake his head, frown, and walk away.

After breakfast, Vikram took a shower and headed off to work. Once he had left, Deepti lay in bed replaying the morning’s events in her mind. She was instantly aroused and took off her dress.

Sliding her hand inside her lace panties, she slid two fingers inside her pussy and started pleasuring herself.

She imagined Ratan watching her masturbate and screamed with pleasure when she erupted with a squirting orgasm ten minutes later.

Her panties were completely drenched but her lust wasn’t sated yet, so she continued rubbing herself.

One floor below, Ratan was headed to the door on his way to the office when he heard Deepti’s scream.

Dropping his briefcase on the floor, he ran up the stairs and burst through his son’s bedroom door.

He gasped watching Deepti, nearly naked, masturbating, her eyes closed, lips pursed tight and legs spread wide. He could not tear his eyes off her dripping wet panties. Unable to resist his hunger for her body, he stripped out of his shirt, pants and boxers, while continuing to watch her fingers caress her pussy.

Once naked, he tiptoed up to the bed. He bent forward between her legs, his lips inches from her pussy. Inhaling the musky scent of her juices, he couldn’t resist his hunger for her body anymore. He licked her wet panties. Startled, Deepti opened her eyes, her hand shot out of her panties and instinctively, her legs tried to come closer.

Ratan grabbed her wrist, his knees holding her legs apart. Looking into her eyes, he drew her hand towards him and sucked each of her fingers one by one, licking and enjoying her juices from her fingers. Deepti moaned at the mere thought of Ratan’s mouth devouring the wetness from her pussy

As if reading her mind, Ratan let go of her wrist and lowered himself back down to her wet panties. Deepti grabbed his hair and pulled him into her.

He ate her through her panties for close to ten minutes, before sliding the panties aside and entering her with his tongue.

“Papaaaa” deepti moaned grabbing his hair and pulling him into her pussy.

“Like it beta?” he mumbled, licking her wetness from deep inside her pussy.

“Haan papa,” she moaned, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He ripped her dripping wet panties off and stared at his daughter in law’s naked body from head to toe.

Burying his face between her legs again, he slid his tongue deep inside her opening, savoring her love juices from the source. Deepti started thrusting upwards to meet him, guiding his tongue deeper into her.

A few minutes later, her moaning started getting louder and the thrusts of her hips upwards to match the rhythm of his mouth and tongue got faster and wilder.

Ratan knew she was building up to an orgasm and couldn’t wait for her to cum in his mouth. He entered her pussy with two fingers. While continuing to eat her, he also started finger fucking her pussy.

“Aaaaaahhhh,” she groaned, “harder Papa, oh God yessss…..”

A few minutes later, just as she was on the brink of her orgasm, he switched focus and sucked on her swollen clit.

Screaming in pleasure, Deepti erupted with her second squirting orgasm of the day into Ratan’s mouth. He devoured her juices from the source. This was the first time he had seen a woman squirt like a tap and couldn’t believe how delicious she tasted.

Once she stopped squirting, he rubbed her pussy and she erupted like a tap again, and again, and again. Every time her pussy erupted, he wrapped his mouth around her pussy, drinking her honey straight from the source.

“Bas papa,” she begged when she realized he had no intentions of stopping and would keep eating her through orgasm after orgasm. “I will die.”

“Oh fuck beta!” he moaned, “You taste like heaven. I want you beta. I have wanted you since the day I saw you in the gym.”

“Oh papa…” was all she could manage

Ratan sat up on the bed between her legs, positioning his shaft at the head of her pussy. Deepti gasped at the site of his erection. While Vicky’s member was much wider than his dad’s, Ratan was nearly twice as long as her husband.

“Don’t worry beta,” he said seeing the fear in her eyes, while rubbing his member against her opening, lubricating it with her juices, “it won’t hurt, I promise.”

With that, he pushed the head of his member into her opening. Deepti threw her head back, surrendering her body to Ratan.

She was incredibly tight around his shaft. He started moving in and out of her slowly.

“You ok?” he asked her. Her lips pursed and eyes shut tight, she just nodded her head.

He picked up his tempo with every thrust in and out of her.

She could feel his member deep inside her, teasing her g-spot with every thrust.

“Faster Papa,” she groaned, her eyes still shut tight, her body gradually being nudged towards yet another orgasm.

“Yes, oh God yes,” she moaned as he started drilling her pussy.

Half an hour later, Ratan got off the bed, got his phone from his jacket pocket and called his office to cancel all his appointments for the day. She had cum three more times around his cock and he had already deposited two loads of cum back-to-back, deep inside his daughter in law’s pussy. Yet, both were far from sated.

As he turned disconnecting the call, he saw Deepti’s two fingers collecting his load from her pussy. Watching him with a suggestive smile on her face, she sucked her fingers and swallowed.

The two spent the entire day fucking.

He took her in every room and every position till they ended up in the gym — the place that had ignited the fire in both of them.

By then, it was early afternoon and she had already taken four of his loads inside her. He took her three more times in the gym and a final time in the shower.

Ratan changed his work routine to start his work day after noon. He worked late into the night. Deepti was his to enjoy after Vikram left for work in the morning.

She dutifully satisfied Vikram’s 15-minute desire at night.

The guilt of her duplicity wasn’t lost on her. And yet, she wasn’t able to resist the needs of her body either. For close to a year, she lived a dual life — playing a dutiful wife and satisfying her sexual desires through her taboo affair with her father in law.

Something had to give, and it did, in unexpected ways…

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Four Months Ago…

They had got home around 11 pm from an office party and for the past two hours, Vicky had fucked her, cumming twice inside her — the first time since their marriage that he had managed to do it more than once.

Also for the first time since their marriage, he had managed to make her cum three times. And finally, for the first time since their marriage, Deepti had actually enjoyed sex with her husband — almost as much as she had enjoyed his father fucking her through the day.

Lifting his face from her shoulders, he kissed her. “You are gorgeous,”

“Thank you hubby dear,” she said smiling at him, her hips his still moving as her pussy tried to squeeze the last of his cum out of his cock. “But that doesn’t explain the past two hours or the two loads you deposited inside me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he said, “I am afraid that you may not like to hear the truth.”

“Really?” she said, realizing this could be important, “try me.”

“Watching you dance with dad turned me on tonight.”

“What?”

“You know, when dad asked you to dance at the party. The way his body was wrapped around you and the way you two moved, I couldn’t help imagine him with you in bed and the thought turned me on.”

Deepti couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

She had married a cuck who was imagining her with the very man who had been fucking her secretly for the past year or so.

“And that made you cum twice?” she asked, starting to get aroused.

“No,” he said visibly embarrassed, “this is the part that I am afraid you won’t like to hear.” he paused, mustering as much courage as he could, “I was imagining dad with you and the thought of him fucking you kept turning me on.”

His cock had gone limp inside her. But as they talked about him visualizing her with his father, she felt his cock start to stir inside her.

“The thought of me with another man turns you on?”

“Not any man,” she said getting even more embarrassed and even more turned on, “the thought of dad fucking you turns me on.”

By now, he was semi-aroused and she felt his hardness growing inside her. “Please don’t be mad at me,” he added, “I can’t help it.”

“Oh sweetheart,” she said caressing his hair and kissing him deep, “I am not mad. I can’t be after the past two hours.”

“Really?” he said, his shaft going completely hard inside her, “it doesn’t offend you.”

Deepti, smiled at him, “I can feel what that thought is doing to you inside me,” both of them laughed awkwardly at that, “if that’s what it takes, I will take it.”

He started moving inside her, “God Deepti,” he said, “you have no idea how much of a weight you have lifted off me.”

He kissed her again, his movement inside her getting more urgent.

“Can I ask you a favor? You can say no if you find it offensive,” he said breaking the kiss after a while but continuing to drill her pussy.

“Anything for you sweetheart,” she said.

“Do you mind calling me Papa?”

“Of course, Papa,” she said, smiling at him.

“Oh Fuck!” he said grinning at her, “you are the best, you know,” his cock pounding her now.

“I know Papa,” she said kissing him, “so how about gifting my hungry pussy some more of your baby makers Papa?

He fucked her two more times that night, the couple role playing her father in law breeding her. She didn’t have to imagine. She knew exactly how it felt.

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For few weeks after the party night, the couple had carried on the role play.

It had sparked a change in Vicky that Deepti couldn’t believe. Till that night, her sexual needs were getting fulfilled during the day. From that night, both days and nights had turned into pure sexual bliss.

One night, after hours of steamy sex, when the couple lay wrapped around each other, Deepti asked Vikram, “Are you happy?”

“Of course darling,” he said kissing her, “I couldn’t be happier.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, “if there is anything I can do to make you happy, you know you can ask me, don’t you?”

“Well,” he said sheepishly, “now that you mention it, the only thing that could make me happier is if the role play were to turn into reality,”

“You actually want Papa to fuck me?”

“Well…I was wondering if you would like a threesome.”

The two laughed at the idea, “no seriously, would you mind? For that matter, I am sure Papa would be furious at the very idea.” he said.

“Anything for you sweetheart,” she said, grinding her hips, her pussy muscles contracting against his limp shaft. She felt him start to go hard in her hand, “if you can do it one more time ‘Papa’, I will see what I can do.”

Of course he was more than ready as she begged ‘Papa’ to fuck her harder and deeper.

The next day, after Vicky left for work and after Ratan had taken her a couple times, she broached the subject with him, a bit worried that he would get furious at the suggestion.

Instead, he burst out laughing and shaking his head, “trust my wimp of a son to also be a cuck.”

Surprisingly, he seemed to get turned on by the idea too and fucked her two more times, filling her once in her pussy and her ass. Watching her father in law dress up to head to office himself, Deepti smiled — mission accomplished.

“I have a surprise for you,” Deepti said lying naked under the covers, when Vicky walked into the bedroom that night.

“Surprise?” Vicky asked, taking his tee shirt off, watching his beautiful wife, a significant portion of her breasts visible over the covers.

Before she could answer, Ratan stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him, his erection clearly visible by how the towel was pushed forward between his legs.

Looking from him to her husband, Deepti smiled and raised an eyebrow in question.

“Oh I love you Deepti,” Vicky said, avoiding eye contact with his father.

Double delight — that’s what the night proved to be for Deepti.

Two sets of lips, four hands, two shafts hungry for her and her two men enjoying her all night — she couldn’t have asked for more.

When both father and son each started sucking on a nipple, Deepti couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

One slid a finger up her ass hole while the other entered her pussy with two fingers as both father and son devoured her tits.

While one devoured her pussy, the other fed her his shaft.

She fed both her men the nectar from her pussy, cumming over and over for both of them.

They took turns fucking her.

While one of them was pounding her, the other was either kissing her mouth hungrily, having her suck his cock or enjoying her boobs.

There were times during the night, when she had one in her mouth and the other in her pussy.

Times when one was kissing her mouth or sucking her tits hungrily, while the other was eating her pussy, just as hungrily.

Times when when she had one man’s cock drilling her pussy and the other pounding her ass at the same time. Both men stuffed all three of her holes with load after load of cum.

There were no breaks for her, even when one of the men took a break to recharge and watch the other take her. For Deepti, it was a night of relentless fucking and orgasmic bliss.

Watching the other fuck her seemed to turn both the men on and they kept fucking her throughout the night, giving her orgasm after orgasm and filling all her openings repeatedly. Deepti was in erotic heaven.

The best part — this was the first night of many similar nights to follow. Their lives had changed for every. There was no longer a need for secrecy or guilt. All that remained was pure, erotic pleasure.

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Present Day..

For the past four months, both of them had enjoyed her together, day and night. She had missed her last period and the three of them had visited the gynecologist today.

“It’s positive,” Deepti said, stepping out of her gynac’s office, smiling ear to ear.

Ratan and Vikram jumped out of their chairs excited and hugged her.

“I am going to be a grandfather!” Ratan exclaimed after a few moments.

“Or a father,” Deepti whispered back, blushing, “you never know.”

Both Vikram and Ratan grinned at that and hugged her harder.

As the two men in her life hugged her, Deepti couldn’t help reflect back on how destiny had played out.

What could have been an unfaithful and unhappy marriage had turned out for the best for all of them.

The strained relationship between father and son also seemed to mend.

There was a bond forming between them that came as a silver lining.

Her baby would truly be destiny’s child!

THE END

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