Holi Matrimony

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About one year ago, a few days after Holi, I married my wife, Niharika.

What? You want to see my wife? All you horny folks are more into seeing my wife than about my story aren’t you? Well, here’s her pic for you on the side. My wife is on the right and next to her is me in the red tee-shirt. In the middle is Sagarika, my wife’s younger sister and on the far left is Priyanka, my wife’s elder sister with her husband Ashish, my brother.

It was at my brother’s wedding with Priyanka that I met my wife. I work in a different city and couldn’t take off for too many days. I arrived for his wedding just 2 days before and dived head-first into making sure all arrangements were just right.

Just as I was my brother’s best man, Niharika was her sister’s maid of honor doing all the running around for her elder sister’s wedding. Sagarika had exams going on, so couldn’t make it to her eldest sister’s wedding.

Niharika and I hit it off at the wedding. And that’s where it would have probably ended if Niharika hadn’t got a job at my company and relocated to my city.

We naturally ended up spending a lot of time together since I was the only person she knew in the city.

Familiarity turned into friendship and friendship soon ended up in bed.

Since she started spending more time in my bed than in her own, she moved out of her rented apartment that she shared with a couple other girls and moved into mine.

When the inevitable happened and she got pregnant, it became a major scandal at her place.

Her father was ready to disown her and her mom was ashamed of her. Her family gave her two choices:

1. Get married to the guy who did this or
2. Get an abortion

Neither of us wanted to abort the child born out of our love. We were madly in love with each other and wanted our child. However, neither of us were ready for marriage either. Our careers had just started and we felt we should give it at least 2-3 more years. That said, as heated as things were getting with her family, marriage was the better of the two options so we agreed to get married.

And that is where the story really begins, because this story isn’t about my wife and I at all. My wife would often tell me, wait till you meet my nerdy kid sister that you couldn’t meet at Priyanka’s wedding because of her exams. This story is about that kid sister — Sagarika.

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Sagarika was a regular in our bed — not in person, but during pillow talk after we had fucked to our heart’s content. It’s through these pillow talks that I learned more about Niharika’s younger sister.

Unlike her two elder sisters, Sagarika studied and grew up in a boarding school. She was a brat and her tantrums were just too much for her parents to manage alongside managing the household, two other girls and their education. It was supposed to have been a disciplinary action, but it ended up turning Sagarika into a nerd.

She only got to come home a couple times a year — during holidays. As they say distance makes the heart go fonder right? Since they got to see so little of their kid sister, Sagarika became both her sisters’ favorite.

Growing up cut off from the world and with nothing much to do at the boarding school, Sagarika immersed herself in studies.

She topped the school in her tenth grade and junior college.

She had turned 20 and she was doing college studies in the same town where she had done her schooling.

Since she was such an over-achieving student, the boarding school made an exception in her case and let her stay at the dorm even though she was studying in a different college.

She loved little else besides studying — swimming was her favorite relaxation activity and Holi was her favorite festival. That’s it.

Sagarika had missed Priyanka’s wedding because of exams and Niharika was determined that our wedding should happen when her kid sister could attend it.

Since Holi was her favorite festival, she always visited family then. So, our wedding was scheduled for a few days after the festival. That would also allow for all the family and friends who had come for the wedding to have fun and celebrate the festival together.

But as the date came closer, both Niharika and I were starting to get cold feet. We were unsure of being able to go through with it. We were in love, but marriage was a huge step.

We even contemplated running away and not get married. Niharika even suggested that we could use Holi as a distraction. Everyone would be having fun and preoccupied. That’s when we could sneak away and make our way back to where we worked — our home.

Of course there would be consequences. But then was it worth hurting family relationships just because we were scared? We never reached a decision one way or the other. And the date kept creeping closer and closer.

During the wedding planning, I had met and spent time with Niharika’s family. I had heard so much about Sagarika from everyone that I felt like I already knew her.

I had formed a mental picture of a geeky, messy, bratty girl who had a short temper and was a total menace.

I accompanied Niharika and her parents to the railway station to receive Sagarika.

Though I had seen some family pictures of hers from her childhood till her teenage years, nothing could have prepared me for the sexy 20 year old woman who stepped out of the train.

Holi was just two days away and our wedding was just 1 week away now.

As soon as Sagarika stepped off the train, Niharika grabbed my wrist and held me back, letting the rest of the family go ahead and receive her.

“We have to go through with the wedding,” she whispered, “I can’t break Sagarika’s heart by running away. She has missed out on so much. I can’t do this to her.”

I didn’t know what to say to her. My mind was in my cock at that moment, not on what Niharika was saying. And my cock was interested in her younger sister in that moment, not the woman I was about to marry.

It wasn’t just me.

All my friends — mostly bachelors and also the one married guy who had come to attend the wedding with his wife — were taken in by her beauty.

Whenever I was around my friends, they would comment in hushed tones about all the things they would love to do to her.

They started teasing me about her being my “aadhi ghar wali” and hitting the jackpot with both wife and sister in law.

Her presence was torment enough. But all these comments were planting seeds of totally inappropriate things in my mind. Holi was 2 day away and my mind was filled with all kinds of unholy thoughts.

I knew I was mentally cheating on Niharika, but couldn’t help it.

Sagarika was pure erotica in motion and I was being drawn to her like a moth is drawn to a flame.

If I didn’t get a hold of myself, I would burn. I’d possibly end up also burning my relationship with Niharika and maybe even more.

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What made matters worse was that Sagarika seemed totally unaware of her beauty or the effect she was having on the guys.

I had expected a bratty, arrogant nerd throwing her weight around and demanding things to go her way. But she came across as a bubbly and friendly girl who mixed around easily. In just one day, she had become the life of the party.

My friends were openly hitting on her. Even my married friend wouldn’t miss a chance to surreptitiously touch her butt or brush against her boobs.

My heart and my hormones were fighting each other. It could be because of over a year of hearing Niharika talk about her, or maybe seeing her in her sexy vivacious glory in person, maybe it was seeing my friends flirting with her, maybe it was listening to their comments about her and them calling me ‘lucky’ because she was my saali…

Chances are, all of these things had their compounded effect on me. I caught myself staring — luckily nobody else in the bridal party noticed.

I couldn’t help imagining Sagarika naked. I was mentally undressing her whenever I saw her, and fantasizing about her in my bed. I was doomed!

Sagarika made matters even worse for me by hugging me at every opportunity. At one point she even kissed me on my cheek — not in a romantic way — in front of everyone.

Her boobs pressing against my chest every time she hugged me had an equal and opposite reaction between my legs and my cock would start stirring each time.

I learned that Sagarika was ‘close’ to Ashish — my brother and her elder brother in law — and couldn’t help wondering just how ‘close’ he had managed to get to her. I wanted to, but didn’t have the guts to ask him.

By the time it was evening, I my balls were aching and I needed a release. Tomorrow was Holi and after that would be wedding preparations taking full swing.

I begged Niharika to sneak away to my room that night because we probably wouldn’t get another chance to share a bed before the wedding. We ended up having the best sex in months.

As turned on as I was, I had to shoot three loads — one each in Niharika’s mouth, ass and pussy before my cock was sated and the ache in my balls mellowed down.

Of course, all along I was imagining it was Sagarika that I was banging.

Once Niharika fell asleep, I lay awake feeling guilty about my taboo feelings about her sister.

I loved Niharika and this was just lust. But the lust was so strong that I didn’t trust myself anymore.

The feeling of guilt wouldn’t go away, possibly because it was a premonition of all the unholy things I would end up doing the next day.

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Unholy Thoughts During Holi

Holi arrived with an air of festivity for everyone and torture for me. Sagarika was in her elements — up at the crack of dawn, waking everyone and eager to enjoy her favorite festival

Niharika and I were naked under the covers when she burst through the door and started jumping up and down on the bed asking us to wake up, get dressed and come down for Holi.

She showed no reaction to the fact that we were in the same bed before marriage, or that we were naked under the covers.

It was like she was so preoccupied with Holi that she was oblivious to everything else.

Niharika had to promise her that we would be down soon before she left the room to go wake someone else.

Getting dressed hurriedly, Niharika snuck out hoping nobody from the family would notice her leaving my room.

By the time I freshened up, took a quick shower to wash off the sweat we had worked up last night and came down, most of the family had gathered around the breakfast table, including Niharika.

Sagarika was impatient through breakfast and as soon as it was done, she was handing us color and shooing us out the door. The Holi celebrations — as always — happened in their backyard and that’s where she led us.

This was just family though.

My office friends — all guys except one friend who had brought his wife along — were staying at a farm house my in-laws owned a few minutes drive out of town.

They had planned a separate Holi celebration of their own later in the day over there and wanted both Niharika and I — or at least just me to join them.

I had invited them to join the family celebrations but they were reluctant and awkward to celebrate Holi with perfect strangers.

I promised them I would join them after the family Holi was done.

Dressed in all white — a flimsy tee-shirt and shorts — Sagarika looked ravishing, even before the colors and water added their spice to her beauty.

As her clothes got wet and she was doused in color, it was hard to tear my eyes away from her.

There were others there — including the woman I was madly in love with and about to get married to — and yet, I had eyes only for Sagarika’s body.

Oblivious to what she was doing to me, she would run up and throw color on me, spray me with colored water, shriek and hug me pressing her smoldering hot wet body against mine when someone sprayed water on her.

When I sprayed water at her, I tried to aim for her boobs and pussy area…and hit my mark a few times. My cock sprang up in appreciation, applauding my effort and wanting to have some fun himself.

It was hard to hide my erection once I got wet and I hoped everyone would assume I was aroused by Niharika.

The more we played Holi, the wetter we all got. The wetter she got, the hotter she looked and the lesser of her body was left to imagine.

The two or so hours we played Holi felt more like 7-8 hours of pure sexual torture.

My balls were already aching when my friends called around 10 am, asking where I was and when I would be arriving.

Getting away from her would be the best way to end the sexual torture I was going through.

I put the call on speaker phone so my in-laws wouldn’t think I was making an excuse to get away.

I had my parents in law, Niharika, Sagarika, Priyanka and my brother gathered around me listening when my friends asked me to come over quickly because they were about to start their celebration.

My father in law to be asked them to join us but they were hesitant. They didn’t want my guests to feel like they had been abandoned, but the family also respected their need for a private celebration between friends.

The family finally agreed to me leaving to join my friends. I said I would freshen up and head there.

Niharika would stay back to continue Holi celebration with the family and then to help her mom and sister clean up and cook lunch.

“No Jiju, you can’t leave,” Sagarika begged grabbing my hand as I turned to leave and head back inside their house. “I have celebrated Holi with them all my life. This is my first Holi with you and you are already leaving.”

I got the first glimpse of the bratty, stubborn, tantrum-throwing side of Sagarika. It was impossible to reason with her. Even her own family couldn’t convince her to let me go.

The compromise struck was that she would accompany me to celebrate Holi with my friends.

In any case the family Holi celebration would be winding up soon and everyone would be heading back inside.

Her mom and sisters would get busy cooking lunch and she would get bored. At least by going with me, she would get a double Holi and could celebrate more.

When her parents agreed — probably knowing that arguing with her would be futile — I groaned silently. My torture would be continuing after all.

I would have to endure her in the midst of my friends — a bunch of horny testosterone driven men. Did her parents even realize where they were letting their daughter go?

The two of us headed back into the house to freshen up and change before heading out to the farm house.

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Unholy Acts During Holi

I had hoped she would change into something that would arouse the guys less, but had no such luck.

I had just started the car when she came running around to the passenger side and plonked into the seat with a bottle of white liquid in one hand and a bag clearly containing Holi colors in the other.

“You didn’t need to get the color,” I said, “I am sure my friends have some there.”

“Oh this is special color,” she said giggling, “you will see.”

“And what’s that?” I asked pointing to the bottle.

“Bhang,” she said nonchalantly taking a swig from the bottle before offering it to me, “want some?”

“No, I have to drive.”

“Ok, you can have it when we get there,” she said taking another swig, “there was some in the backyard too. We all had lots of it. Didn’t you get any?”

I shook my head, “I didn’t know it was there.”

She had on a white dress, buttoned in the front.

The dress she had on ended about mid-way down her thighs and she had worn black leggings under it — thankfully.

The trouble was above the waist though.

She had a few buttons of the dress open giving a generous view of her full breasts.

I knew right then, I was in for trouble — if the boys didn’t sneak her away for a gang bang that is.

Once we got to the hotel, she handed me the bottle and ran in.

I sighed and took a swig of the bhang myself before following her in.

It didn’t take long for the dress to get soaking wet, and her hard nipples to start poking through it.

The guys were all over her, missing no chance to grab her ass or boobs.

I was gulping down the bhang, watching the most erotic spectacle of my life unfold before me.

Still, she was either too high on bhang to notice, or was so naive that she didn’t realize what they were doing, or she was enjoying all the sexual attention and tension.

She was having fun and letting them have all the fun they wanted with her body. Soon the bottle in my hand was empty.

I saw some more bhang on a table that the guys must have arranged and fixed me another glass of it.

I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom after a while.

When I got back, her leggings were gone and her bare legs were visible till high up her thigh.

One of my friends had his pants down to his knees, her leggings were in his hands, which were wrapped around his cock, jerking off while he watched the others grope her body.

I saw three of my friends blatantly grope squeeze her boobs and stepped in trying to break it up before it got too far out of hand.

“It’s ok Jiju,” she said pushing me away, “Holi mein chalta hai.”

My jaw dropped at that reply.

A short while later, one of the guys got on his knees behind her, lifted her dress, and his head disappeared beneath it.

Though I couldn’t see what he was doing, there was no doubt he was kissing, licking or biting her ass — and yet, she was enjoying it as if it was all normal.

Another friend of mine started unbuttoning her dress and Sagarika just kept giggling and letting them do whatever they wanted.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport Jiju,” she said pushing me away, when I tried to stop my friend from stripping off her dress, “it is wet and dirty anyway.”

I watched dumbfounded as my friend peeled the dress off her body.

Wet, wild, doused in color and clad only in her bra and panties, Sagarika was impossible to resist.

I would probably have jumped her right there if all the guys weren’t around.

As I watched, one of my married friends took some bhang in his mouth and fed it to Sagarika — kissing her squarely on her lips in the process.

She readily opened her mouth and drank the bhang out of his mouth. When his tongue followed it, she sucked on it between giggles. Pulling her to him, he started grinding his erection against her.

Reaching around her body, he tugged at her panties till the flimsy cloth disappeared into the valley of her ass crack. He grabbed and started squeezing her ass cheeks while pulling her into his grinding erection.

This was the guy whose wife had accompanied him for the wedding. I wondered where she was and what he would do if she showed up now.

Sagarika giggled but didn’t protest. Another friend slid his hands inside her bra from behind and grabbed her boobs. She just squealed in delight when his fingers found and pinched her nipples.

Leaving one hand squeezing her boobs, he slid the other hand into her panties from the front and started rubbing her pussy.

Sagarika moaned in pleasure, turning around and kissing his lips. For his part, he started rubbing his erection against her butt. Too bad for him, he had to share her ass with his other friend’s who was squeezing her butt cheeks.

Had she done this before? She couldn’t be that oblivious however nerdy she may be.

By now, her bra and panties were also soaked in a combination of color and colored water.

The guys had all taken turns “feeding her bhang” from their mouths, kissing and groping her. All their tongues had taken turns exploring her mouth already.

Now they were taking turns with their hands inside her bra and panties.

Her nipples were getting pinched, boobs were getting squeezed, fingers were moving in and out of both her pussy and ass hole.

This was spiraling out of control and I had to stop it. But before I could do anything, the inevitable happened.

The guy behind her undid her bra and stripped it off.

FUCK those tits were impossible to resist!!!

The guys also started stripping and Sagarika happily assisted them.

When she freed one of their cocks, he poured some bhang on it. She immediately licked as much of the dripping bhang as she could from his pole, before starting to stroke his dick.

She HAD done this before! I was stunned.

“Come on Jiju,” she said beckoning me while stroking the cock in front of her, “join the fun na?”

And then she took it in her mouth and started sucking and stroking it.

Two other guys stripped and approached her with their exposed erections.

While continuing to suck the cock in her mouth, she took the other two in her hand and started stroking them.

It didn’t take long for the first guy to grunt and shoot his load in Sagarika’s mouth.

“Yumm,” she said winking as she swallowed it before scooping the spilled cum off her chin and boobs and licking her fingers.

The next guy was right there, feeding her his bhang coated cock.

That’s when one of them lifted her legs and peeled off her panties. Sagarika was stark naked now and the pain in my balls was getting unbearable.

When the guy who had stripped off her panties tried rubbing his cock against her pussy from behind, she pushed him away angrily.

“Hey no!” she almost screamed, “you can’t fuck me, that’s Jiju’s gift today. Everything else is fine. “

Had I heard her right? Did she just say I would be fucking her today? How was I going to explain this to Niharika because now I had no doubts I would be fucking her. She was just too inviting to pass up — especially after what she had just said.

The guys lifted her up and poured bhang all over her body

One started fingering her pussy while the other entered her butt hole with a finger. Two others started poring bhang on her tits and sucking them hard.

Yet another was pouring bhang in her mouth and kissing her while she fed him the bhang. The rest had their hands all over the rest of her body.

One guy pouring and licking bhang off her pussy.

Sagarika’s giggles turned into moans and groans of pleasure and in about ten minutes, she had an earth shattering orgasm.

The guys all cheered. Some of the guys who had already cum in her mouth were also hard by now.

One by one, I watched her suck all my friends and drink their cum.

At one time, three of the guys came all over her face at the same time.

This was a spectacle like no other I had seen.

She kept sucking, stroking and swallowing — some of the guys more than once. At least four of them ate her pussy in the guise of drinking bhang from it.

One of the guys tied to get his cock inside her pussy and once again she scolded him, saying that was reserved for me today.

He seemed frustrated, “Kya yaar, this is no fun.”

He said and then turned to the only guy who had come with his wife, “Where’s Bhabhi yaar? At least she has no such restrictions.”

WHAT!!!!

I had no idea my friend’s wife let my other friends fuck her. Where was she anyway?

Even as I thought that, my friend answered the question.

“She said to call her when you were all high on bhang and ready to have fun,” he said, “wait let me call her. I bet all her holes are hungry for cum.”

Realizing that they had got all the fun they could hope to get out of Sagarika’s body and that they wouldn’t be able to fuck her, the guys started losing interest, their attention now diverted to my friend’s wife and the prospect of fucking her.

As my friend stepped away to call his wife, a few of the others followed him.

This was my chance.

Grabbing the naked Sagarika by the wrist, I pulled her away from the guys.

One of my friends shouted out to me, “My room… last room on the right upstairs” and gave me a thumbs up and wink.

Dragging Sagarika behind me, I gathered her discarded clothes and headed towards the staircase.

“Kya jiju,” she kept mumbling, clearly high on bhang herself, following me like an errant kid being led to be punished, “so impatient to fuck me? You could have let me have some more fun na?”

“What are you saying Sagarika,” I said, not by way of protest but curious about her matter of fact approach to letting me fuck her.

“Two years back was my first Holi as an adult.” She started explaining as we started climbing the stairs, “Priyanka didi had just married Ashish Jiju but I couldn’t attend the wedding. So, they came over and took me to their place for Holi.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but didn’t dare to interrupt.

“I always loved Holi, but I had no idea adult Holi was so much more fun. Ashish Jiju is the first person from whose mouth I drank bhang. Didi made me suck Jiju’s dick and he came in my mouth the first time. I didn’t know cum tasted so much better than bhang. Then she sucked him till he was hard again and then watched him fuck me and cum in my pussy. Then she also joined the fun. We had so much fun all day and all night. Oh… and Jiju also fucked my ass twice. I think he likes my ass more than my pussy, or maybe that’s because Didi doesn’t let him fuck her ass.” she said giggling.

“Now it’s your turn today,” she said just as we reached the room and I opened the door. I led her in and closed the door behind us.

She was instantly all over me, kissing my mouth hungrily. Her wet clothes that I had in one hand and my phone that I had in the other fell to the floor.

I was so turned on, I sucked on her tongue hungrily while exploring her naked body with my hands.

One hand went between her legs and caressed her smoldering hot pussy.

She moved her legs apart giving me clear access.

I entered her with two fingers and started moving them in and out of her.

“How about a shower to clean up?” I asked after a while breaking the kiss.

“You can lick the color,” she said grinning, “I told you it was special. It’s edible. Ashish Jiju showed me this during last Holi.”

“But I don’t want to lick all my friends’ cum.”

“Fair,” she said giggling and led me to the shower, stripping my clothes off along the way.

Fuck, she was so hot and she was all mine to enjoy.

Any thoughts I had earlier about explaining this to Niharika were long banished.

I was too overcome with raw desire and lust to think about anything else.

Once in the shower, I licked some of the edible color from every inch of her naked body.

I took my time sucking both her nipples, her armpits, neck, belly and navel, both her legs and all her toes, her ass and back.

She was moaning with pleasure all along, but she groaned especially loudly when I sucked and pinched her nipples.

I spent a generous amount of time sucking on both her tits before moving down her body.

Once I reached between her legs, she lifted one leg over my shoulder, feeding me her pussy.

“Aaaahhh… yesss….” she groaned as my mouth wrapped around her pussy and my tongue entered her hole.

After licking her for a while, I entered her with two fingers.

Fucking her with my fingers, I started sucking on her clit.

“Aaaaahhhh… Jijuuu,” she screamed almost instantly. Her body started to shake and she exploded in my mouth.

I ate her right through her orgasm, making it last.

She let me continue licking and fingering her pussy till she recovered and then pushed me back.

“I want to taste you too,” she said getting on her knees.

Taking me in her mouth, she started sucking me.

Cupping my balls, she caressed them before starting to stroke my shaft as well.

I didn’t last either. I had been too turned on for way too long to last more than a minute.

With a grunt, I grabbed her hair and shoved my cock down her throat before erupting.

She was clearly used to this because she didn’t even gag. She hungrily swallowed my cum till I was spent before letting my limp cock out of her mouth.

As we showered together, we explored each others’ bodies.

Reaching between my legs she stroked me till my cock began stirring again.

That’s when my phone rang.

“Go get it,” she said giggling, “It’s probably Niharika didi wanting to know if we are having fun.”

I was so overcome by guilt, I ran out of the shower naked leaving a trail of dripping water behind me and a giggling Sagarika.

“Hello,” I said answering the phone.

“Having fun with Sagarika?” It wasn’t Niharika, but Ashish.

I didn’t know how to answer. When I mumbled something incoherent, he continued, “chill bro. Priyanka and I had it all planned with her. Have fun and don’t worry about Niharika. Priyanka will handle her. It’s ok even if you don’t come home tonight. Enjoy her thoroughly! Happy Holi!”

With that he cut the call.

My head was in turmoil. I was overcome with guilt. I had cheated on Niharika — the woman I was head over heels in love with and if my brother hadn’t called, I would have cheated even more.

Setting the phone on the TV console, I headed towards the bedroom, having decided to ask Sagarika to get dressed and take her back home.

When I got to the bedroom door, I stopped in my tracks.

She was sitting in bed, naked, covered in color once more — clearly the edible kind she had brought.

“Hungry?” she asked, “See what a mess I made. I somehow even got some inside my pussy. Want to lick it off me?”

My cock sprang to full erection instantly, making Sagarika giggle even more.

The decision from just a few seconds ago was long forgotten as I pounced on her.

My mouth and hands were all over her body, licking her from toe to head.

Once most of the paint was licked off, I spread her legs to get to the paint she said she had got inside her pussy.

“My turn,” she said stopping me and smeared some of the edible paint on my cock and balls.

For close to ten minutes, she sucked and stroked me. I pulled out of her mouth when my cock started to twitch in her hands and mouth.

I wanted to fuck her and if I came in her mouth again, I didn’t know if I would be able to get hard again.

I had never been able to fuck Niharika more than twice in a day till last night. And even then, I was thinking about Sagarika each of the three times I came.

Spreading her legs wide, I buried my face into her pussy.

I sucked her pussy lips, licking the paint from them before driving my tongue into her hole.

“Deeper Jiju,” she groaned, grabbing my hair and pulling me into her while simultaneously pushing her pussy upwards into my mouth.

I lapped up her juices mixed with the paint and devoured her pussy.

“Harder Jiju,” she groaned and I eagerly complied.

After about ten minutes, her body was starting to shake and her breath was coming in gasps. She was on the brink of an orgasm.

I sucked hard on her swollen clit, driving her over the edge. She screamed in joy and came in my mouth.

“Fuck Sagarika,” I said licking my lips once her orgasm had passed, “your pussy must have been made in heaven.”

“Why?” she asked giggling between ragged breaths.

“Never tasted anything more heavenly.”

“Awe, Ashish Jiju likes to lick and fuck my ass more than my pussy. He says Priyanka didi doesn’t like anal, but I am ok with it.”

“Just ok with it?”

“I like it, but I like what you just did more, and I like the feel of hot cum inside my pussy the most.”

She had just asked me to cream her pussy and I had every intention of doing just that. But first, I wanted more of her pussy honey and went back to eating her.

This time, like in the shower, I used both my mouth and my fingers, drilling her and eating her at the same time.

This time, she lasted even longer. It was well over fifteen minutes before she started begging me not to stop but to eat her even harder.

Her pussy muscles started contracted, “I am cumming Jiju, I am cumming,” she moaned before her pussy erupted like a fountain in my mouth.

Niharika never squirted and here was her kid sister shooting fountains of cum from her pussy straight into my mouth.

I drank every drop of her nectar right out of her pussy.

Her orgasm lasted well over a minute and for well over a minute her pussy fed me the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.

“Fuck me Jiju,” she begged, “please Jiju, fuck me.”

“Later,” I said, “I want more of this sweet honey your pussy just fed me.”

“Nooooo,” she cooed, “that was nasty. It has never happened before.”

“Not nasty dear,” I said wiping her cum from my face, “it was incredibly tasty and I want more.”

I made her sit on my face and feed me her pussy. I ate her hungrily till her pussy muscles started twitching in my mouth and her body started to shake.

Then, like before, I both finger-fucked and sucked on her clit, immediately driving her over the edge.

This time, orgasm was even bigger, and lasted even longer.

She kept shooting her cum and I kept drinking it right from the source.

Once again she begged me to fuck her and I told her how I couldn’t have enough of the heavenly nectar her pussy was feeding me.

I promised her I would fuck her after feeding from her pussy just one more time. She had no strength left to sit on my face, so I lay her on her back and devoured her.

But I had lied, even after she squirted in my mouth through the next orgasm, I wasn’t content and ate her through two more squirting orgasms, each bigger and longer than the previous.

“I will die Jiju,” she said literally pushed my face off her pussy, begging and pleading me to fuck her.

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I entered her. She was incredibly tight and moaned as I buried my shaft in her.

“Jiju,” she groaned, “you are so much bigger than Ashish Jiju.”

I grinned and started drilling her pussy.

I kissed her mouth and sucked her tits while fucking her. Having cum already, I knew it would be some time before I came again.

After a while, I turned her on her hands and knees and took her doggy style.

She had another orgasm before I couldn’t hold back any longer and emptied my seed deep inside Sagarika.

“Happy Holi Jiju,” she said as I collapsed on top of her, both of us totally spent and exhausted.

We caressed each others bodies and kissed passionately before exhaustion took over and both of us drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up to Sagarika sucking on my cock.

“I want more Holi fun,” she said giggling when she realized I had woken up.

We fucked throughout the day. I creamed her pussy one more time before she made me fuck her ass — she didn’t want that hole deprived she said.

We showered together again and I ate her through one more squirting orgasm in the shower before creaming her pussy again.

Five times! I wouldn’t have believed it if anyone had told me I would cum 5 times in an entire day, leave alone a matter of hours.

One load each in her mouth and ass, and three in her pussy.

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The sun had set and dusk was turning into night by the time Sagarika and I returned to their place. The closer we got to home, the more guilty I felt.

On the other hand, Sagarika was acting like nothing had happened. She was her bubbly self with my cum probably leaking into her panties from her pussy and ass.

She hugged Priyanka and whispered something to her. Priyanka’s eyes went wide and she glanced at me appreciatively.

I could only hear bits and pieces… “Best Holi ever,”… “jiju was incredible…,” “we had so much fun,” “can’t wait to hear all the details…,” “can’t wait to tell you…” I was red-faced and embarrassed.

I dreaded facing Niharika and had no idea how I could even begin to justify my betrayal.

I didn’t want our marriage to start on a lie, but I didn’t know how I would explain what I had done to her — that I had fucked her kid sister almost all day, taking all her holes and depositing five loads of cum in her — all without protection. That I had hungrily eaten her pussy through orgasm after squirting orgasm drinking fountains of her cum — I had lost count how many times through the day.

How could I explain my infidelity? She had trusted her sister with me and I had betrayed her trust.

Before, we were unsure of marriage, thinking it was too soon. But now, I was almost sure this would be the end of our relationship.

“We need to talk,” Niharika said sternly as soon as she saw me. Grabbing my wrist, she led me to my bedroom.

“I am sorry we were gone all day…” I started saying.

“That’s ok,” she said cutting me off, “Ashish explained that your friends had organized lunch and a wedding party. It’s actually good that you weren’t around. I got to have a long chat with Priyanka didi.”

“Oh!” was all I managed to say.

“You know that Sagarika grew up away from us right?” I nodded, “Unlike the two of us, she got so little of our parents’ love. Both Priyanka and I have always felt guilty about it. It was a year after she left for boarding school when the two of us made a pact.”

“What pact?”

“Now don’t get upset, and try to see it from our perspective for a moment ok?” she said, “and then if you are still not ok with it, I will understand.”

“Ok with what?” I was confused now.

“Priyanka and I made a pact that, whatever life gave us — be it success, wealth or love — we would make sure we share it with Sagarika. We pledged to make sure Sagarika got at least as much as we did, if not more because we had got everything from our parents while she got nothing.”

“Makes sense,” I agreed, wondering if this was going where I thought it was going, “and that’s very sweet of you.”

“After Priyanka’s marriage, their first Holi, Sagarika didn’t come here for celebrations. Since she had missed the wedding, Didi took her to their place and shared her husband with her. Your brother was Sagarika’s first. Ever since then, either he or the two of them visit Sagarika for a weekend or invite her over to their place. Now that didi is pregnant, she is losing interest in sex and it’s thanks to Sagarika that Ashish Jiju also isn’t deprived of sex.”

“What?”

“Now please listen, ok, and try to keep an open mind,” she said thinking I was getting mad at where this conversation was going, “I was taken aback too, but a promise is a promise. If didi could sacrifice, I think I should too. Who knows, maybe it won’t be a sacrifice even. Please jaan, try and understand.”

“You want me to fuck your sister?”

“It sounds bad when you put it that way,” she said looking down, “but essentially yes. Sagarika couldn’t even be a part of Didi’s wedding, but she is part of ours and I was thinking how we could give her the most from it.”

She hesitated, before continuing, “I wanted to ask you if it would be ok to invite her over for our suhaag raat. It’s just another night for us. We have shared a bed and fucked for over a year now. But for her, to experience our suhaag raat — what better gift could I give her?”

“Niharika…” I started saying… dumbfounded at this turn of events, my cock starting to stir again in my pants at the thought of fucking both of them.

“Don’t say anything yet,” she said kissing me lovingly, her eyes pleading me to say yes, “just think it over, ok? We can discuss some more tonight if you want. I know I am asking for a lot Jaan, but I will be there too and we can both make it work, and also make it special for her. If you love me as much as I know you do, I believe you will see it my way and say yes.”

Of course I said yes, after a lot of fake reluctance and resistance of course.

I fucked my wife twice during our suhaag raat, and her sister four times. And, not only did my wife not mind, she fully participated and enjoyed watching me fuck her sister and cream all her holes.

Often through the night, I had both women pleasuring me and getting pleasured by me.

Before, Priyanka used to be a part of our pillow talk.

Since our suhaag raat, she has become a regular in our bed. While my wife’s pregnancy was young, it she usually joined in the fun.

But as her pregnancy advanced, she would often be too sore and exhausted for sex.

Then it was just me fucking Sagarika. Whenever she was around, Niharika would just watch with a contented smile on her face while I took her sister repeatedly all day and all night cumming again and again in her pussy — my favorite place to cum and devouring her through orgasm after squirting orgasm.

I also would fuck Sagarika when my wife went to work, or when I visited her by myself for a weekend.

Even since the birth of our child, my dual pleasure hasn’t changed one bit. I have two women — one that I love with all my heart and one that makes me cum almost on demand — what more could a man ask for?

Our marriage and sex life is even better now than it ever was before our wedding.

Who would have though such taboo and unholy acts would be the foundation of our holy matrimony?

THE END

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