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I have news: Anshul is finally pregnant. I was the first to hear the news, even before she informed her husband! That’s the least she could have done for the guy who made the pregnancy happen right? Anyway, this calls for a celebration and we decided that the best way to celebrate the news is by sharing our story with all of you.

Our story goes back to my college days — oh those wonderful years of perpetual horniness. As a sportsman and a student among the top students in the university, I had enough girls throwing themselves at me.

However, as often happens, I had the hots for the one that didn’t seem in the least bit interested in me.

No, I am not talking about Anshul, but her younger sister Anushka, who was a fellow student in my class. She too was among the college toppers often ending up in second place behind me.

We were casual friends and I often shared notes and helped her with the academics when she missed classes or something.

I was hoping this would help me get close to her but she saw me as a competitor and there was always a competitive tension between us — at least from her side.

Anyway, Anushka’s is a separate story in itself that I will tell soon enough, but this is about Anshul, so let me get back to her.

Anshul was a looker in her own right. A dancer and regular Yoga practitioner, she was fit with a figure to die for. She was a few years older than Anushka and I.

Maybe because my first few relationships had been with older girls or maybe because I was so into her younger sister, I never even considered banging Anshul in spite of all the rosy openings she gave me.

There was an unmistakable family resemblance between the sisters and since Anushka didn’t seem to even notice my advances, maybe I should have thought of what Anshul eventually suggested — but I am getting ahead of myself. Let’s start with how I met Anshul.

Our college had won the Cricket tournament and I had been voted the college Most Valuable Player (MVP).

It was after the awards were distributed and I came off the stage that I met Anshul, who walked up to congratulate me. I remember only because Anushka was right next to her, shooting me looks of pure ice.

“Thank you,” I said shaking Anshul’s extended hand, and turning to Anushka, I asked, “Your sister?”

“Yup, elder sister, though some wonder if I am the younger,” Anshul replied, laughing, “I am Anshul and you are Vijay, I know. It was just announced like a million times already.”

“Nice to meet you Anshul,” I said, though my eyes were struggling to leave her sister’s pretty face.

“I am here,” she said giggling, having noticed my attraction to her sister, “that’s my sister, as you obviously know.”

“Come on Di,” Anushka said, tugging at her elder sister—her ‘Di’—and pulling her away, “academic awards are next and let me find you a seat before them.”

“Come join us,” Anshul said grabbing my wrist.

I meekly followed her, who in turn followed Anushka as we snaked our way through the students, parents, faculty and college staff till Anushka found a seat for her sister.

“Sit,” Anshul said patting the seat next to her as Anushka was beckoned by a friend and left us.

Anshul and I chatted a bit between the awards even as my eyes searched for Anushka.

“Don’t worry,” she said smiling, “she will be back.”

“Who?”

“Anushka,” she said smiling knowingly, “isn’t that who you are searching for.”

“Not really,” I said, uncomfortable now because I didn’t want the elder sister getting pissed off at me for having the hots for her sister and creating a scene in public.

“Oh come on,” she said mock slapping my arm, “it’s obvious to everyone, except maybe her.”

“I am sorry…” I started, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t be,” she said smiling at me, “she could do much worse than a guy who is good in both sports and academics.”

“How do you know about my academics?”

“She can’t stop talking about how you keep beating her and stealing her top spot,” Anshul replied, “she thinks she hates you, but don’t be disheartened, hatred is often the first step of seduction.”

“I thought it was the first step of love,” I said smiling back at her.

“Oh let’s not get that far,” she said knowingly, patting my hand and letting her hand stay on mine.

That should have been the first sign that she was giving me an opening, but I was too smitten by her sister, searching for her in the crowds, to even notice Anshul’s fingers gently caressing the top of my hand.

When the awards finally were announced and Anushka’s name was called out as the year’s college topper, I probably clapped louder and longer than anyone else.

“Second best isn’t always a compromise,” Anshul said winking at me as the clapping died and folks sat back down, “like the elder sister instead of the younger one.”

Before I could react to what was clearly a pass, my name was called out as the second place in academics and I made my way to the stage, passing Anushka along the way and congratulating her. She had a smug ‘beat you this time’ look as she walked past.

Anshul started showing up at my Cricket matches and we would chat after the game.

I was curious about things Anushka liked and she indulged me. She asked me if I ever considered Yoga and I honestly said I hadn’t.

She invited me over to one of her Yoga sessions to see if it would be something I would find interesting.

“Who knows, you may get to bump into Anushka,” she said as added incentive, “she shows up for a session every now and then.”

That clinched it for me and I was there at her next Yoga session and was soon disappointed because Anushka wasn’t there.

“You don’t have to leave just because she didn’t show up,” Anshul said grabbing my wrist as I looked to sneak away.

With a naughty smile she added, “maybe you will find the instructions — or the instructor — to your liking.”

There was no mistaking the invitation this time and I checked her out for the first time as she went about the instructions.

She had a great figure and was beautiful in her own right. As I was comparing her face and body to Anushka’s, I couldn’t help getting aroused.

I had a decent boner going on in my track pants as she walked up and sat next to me after the class, wiping the sweat from her forehead and neck.

“Didn’t care for the instruction?” she asked, her eyes rivetted on the tent in my pants. I just smiled.

“Looks like you liked something or someone,” she said placing her hand squarely on my erection, “was it one of my students or maybe the instructor?”

The invitation was there, made extra obvious by her hand moving up and down my erection. I was turned on, but it felt like I was cheating on Anushka just being aroused by her sister.

Noticing my awkwardness, she took her hand off my member, “just kidding dude,” she said, “I know that boner is probably from imagining how my sister looks in Yoga pants, chill.”

Every time we met, there would be more than a hint dropped that she was available, and she tried masking it by following it up by a comment about Anushka.

The sexual tension was clearly there and something had to give. It was my resistance to her advances that finally caved on her birthday.

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“What, not even a hug for the birthday girl?” she asked as I extended a hand to shake, wishing her happy birthday. I had just given her a bouquet of flowers and anklets as a gift.

She pulled me into a hug that was a bit too tight and way too long to be platonic.

“Sorry, I am late,” I said when she finally broke the hug and thanked me for coming over, “Looks like everyone’s left. I had extended practice today under the lights ahead of the upcoming day-night tournament.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said grabbing my wrist and leading me to the couch, “make yourself comfortable. What will you have — besides the birthday cake that is.”

“Whatever you are having,” I said, not sure what refreshments she would have at the Yoga and Dance studio she ran — the venue for her birthday party.

“I am stuffed, but I have chai and juice. Nothing alcoholic.”

“Juice will be fine,” I said, “I don’t drink alcohol anyway.”

“Of course,” she said, “why am I not surprised. An ace sportsman, topper in academics and no vices. I am impressed if that wasn’t obvious.”

She fetched me a juice and sat next to me as we chatted for a while.

“Stay for dinner na,” she said when I suggested I leave, “I was about to order me something to eat and it’s no fun eating alone — especially on one’s birthday.”

“I am surprised your friends didn’t throw you a dinner party,” I said.

“They wanted to,” she replied, “but I said no. I don’t think I have ever told you about Dinesh, have I?”

I shook my head ‘no.’

She had got her food delivery app open and proceeded to order food before telling me her story.

“Dinesh is my fiancé,” she said setting her phone down on the coffee table next to the couch.

That took me by surprise given that she had been hitting on me so openly for the past few months.

“He is the son of my father’s business partner,” she continued, “His father approached mine with a marriage proposal ‘to solidify the partnership.’ This was a few months ago and I accepted. They are major investors in dad’s business and Dinesh has been trying to get into my pants for years. I guess when I didn’t reciprocate, he went to his dad. Typical privileged brat—the classic son of a wealthy father.”

She shook her head before continuing, “well anyway, turning down a proposal like that could have been disastrous for dad’s business. And the threat of withdrawing investments — while unspoken — was clearly there when they made the proposal. I didn’t see much of a choice in the matter and accepted. Well anyway, Dinesh was to take me to a romantic dinner and had said that we would ‘celebrate my birthday all night’ but some business meeting came up in Dubai and he had to leave this morning. Didn’t even bother to wish me when he called to say he had to leave.”

She had started tearing up and the awkward moment got a welcome relief when the food arrived.

As she took the food to the pantry and fixed two plates, I could see her shoulders move as she sobbed. Even though her back was turned to me, I could clearly tell when she wiped her tears a couple times before returning to the couch with the food, all smiles.

“Anyway, enough of my sob story.” she said handing me a plate, “I have decided to live my life to the fullest while I can before the upcoming wedding. I want to have fun while I can and have no regrets. At least, my future husband has said that he will ‘allow me’ to continue running the studio after marriage.”

“That’s just sad,” I said as we started eating, “that guys still think they own their wives and need to ‘allow them’ or give them permission to live their lives.”

We ate in awkward silence and I helped her clear the table. As she boxed the remaining food, I washed the dishes.

“Want to see the gifts I got?” she asked wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.

“Sure,” I said as we headed back to the couch.

One by one, she opened the boxes and showed me the various dresses and gifts she had got.

Saved the best for the last, she said getting off the couch, “the cutest gift I got today — from Dinesh of all people. While he wasn’t here to either wish me or give the gift in person, he at least had his driver deliver it. Want to see?

“If you want to show, who am I to say no?” I said smiling at her.

“Be right back,” she said smiling, “good answer by the way.” With that, she headed to a door that I hadn’t noticed in my few visits to her studio.

When she returned, she was carrying a fur ball of a kitten in her arms.

She sat back, the kitten cradled in her arms. “So,” she said, her eyes locking onto mine with a wicked glint. “What do you think of my pussy?” The silence that followed was electric.

Seeing my reaction, she laughed and continued, “cute isn’t she?”

“Sure is,” I said awkwardly, the double meaning of her comments not lost on either of us.

“Want to play with my pussy,” she said holding the kitten forward for me, “she loves to be played with and would love for you to play with her.”

She laughed at my shocked expression at her choice of words, “don’t be such a prude Vijay,” she said, “you know you want to play with my pussy, I can see just how much by the reaction in your pants.”

Hugging the kitten, she kissed it, “you love to be played with don’t you?” she said to the kitten and kissed it, “and you love to be kissed, don’t you? You want Vijay to pet you, kiss you and play with you, don’t you?”

She held the kitten at arms length offering it to me, “don’t you at least want to see my pussy up close. Come on, you can touch my pussy if you want to. She would love for you to play with her tonight. Nobody will stop you if you choose to stay over and play with her all night.”

“Are we talking about the same thing?” I asked caressing the kitten.

“What do you think?” she said, her face letting me know that the question had upset her, “I already told you I want fun before my wedding and just offered you my pussy. What more does a girl have to do for a guy to get the hint?”

“But Anshul,” I said, my my throat went dry, and blood rushed elsewhere, “I am interested in your sister.”

“I know,” she said sighing and hugging her kitten again, “oh well, my pussy would have so loved for you to play with her all night long… if you hadn’t just killed the mood.”

“Anyway,” she said holding up my gift box with the anklets, “don’t worry about it. Want to put your gift on my ankles?”

“Sure,” I said taking the box from her.

She turned in the couch to face me and planted a foot on my thigh before lifting her dress all the way up to her hip, showing me her shapely creamy legs and her sheer pink lace panties.

My cock growing in my gym pants, I awkwardly tied one anklet on her ankle, and then the other.

“Like what you see?” she asked. When I just gulped hard my eyes locked on her panties, she added, “I mean the anklets. silly.” But she made no attempt to cover up.

“Looks gorgeous,” I said, still staring at her panties.

“Thank you,” she said, and added, “what about the rest of my legs. Do you think they do justice to the anklets?”

“You have gorgeous legs Anshul,” I said gulping, struggling to tear my eyes off her panties.

“Do you know any other adjectives besides gorgeous?” She asked grinning at me.

“You have extremely sexy legs,” I said grinning back, my hand was unconsciously caressing her ankles around the anklets.

“Now that’s more like what a girl likes to hear.” she said, her feet starting to rub my crotch, “want to see me wearing nothing else but the anklets?”

“Oh God Anshul,” I said, “a part of me sure does, but the other part of me thinks I am cheating on your sister.”

“Where am I saying I want to steal you from her? I am just asking for some fun.”

I had a raging hardon with her talk and her feet rubbing my cock over my track pants.

“I can see that you want it too, so why not see it this way. It will let me evaluate how happy you would be able to make her. Consider it a test of your abilities in bed. I may even tell her how good you are and maybe that will change her opinion about you.”

“Fuck Anshul,” I groaned, “you have no idea how badly I want you right now.”

“Then take me Vijay,” she said, both her feet now holding and stroking my cock over my pants, “please. I want to enjoy whatever days I have left before my wedding. Once Dinesh returns, he won’t let me be alone or give me much chance to have fun. This is my one chance to just fuck with no strings attached, and I have wanted you since the day I first saw you.”

“I know,” I said, “I am not stupid, I did get every single hint.”

“Then fuck me,” she said exasperated, “call me Anushka while you fuck me. Imagine it’s her you are fucking, and tell me what you want to do to her. But please, don’t say no, I am desperate and begging here.”

I couldn’t say no, however conflicted I was by my morals.

“Kiss your Anushka,” she said leaning in, “she wants to feel your lips on hers, she wants to taste your tongue. Show me how you want to kiss my sister.”

Once our lips met, there was no return. I kissed her passionately.

Her mouth opened for my tongue and she kissed me with a hunger and intensity that showed just how much she had wanted this.

“Let’s take this to bed,” she said when we broke the kiss.

“Where?”

In reply, she grabbed my wrist and led me through the door that she had got the kitten from to the bedroom she had created for herself in her studio.

Continuing to kiss passionately once in bed, she got on top and started pulling my tee-shirt up as we kissed.

Taking her cue, I started stripping her clothes one by one, and she did the same with mine.

We finally broke the kiss and came up for air when I was down to my underwear and she was down to just her panties.

Our clothes lay discarded all over her bed.

“Fuck Anshul,” I said admiring her almost naked beauty, “you look absolutely stunning.”

“No,” she said caressing my hair, “call me Anushka. Imagine I am her. I want to know what you want to do with my sister.”

“Oh Fuck!” I groaned, “I could just cum right now, imagining Anushka almost naked with me.”

“Who’s stopping you?” she said kissing me, “just don’t waste it. Feed it to me or cum in my pussy and don’t even think about a condom.”

“But,” I started to say, but she cut me off.

“Don’t worry, I have been on the pill ever since my fiancé started treating my pussy as his on-demand cum dump.”

“I was about to say, but I don’t have any condoms,” I said grinning at her.

“Good,” she said, “hate them anyway. I would like to feel your cum flood my pussy.”

“That can wait a bit,” I said, “right now, I want to kiss every inch of your body Anu.”

“I would like that very much,” she moaned as I kissed her all over her face, nibbled on her ear lobes and kissed/licked her all over her neck.

“You have the most gorgeous tits I have ever seen Anu,” I said sucking on one of her nipples while squeezing the other boob.

“How many have you seen?” Anshul asked, giggling.

“My fair share,” I said, “but who’s keeping score. I am no virgin, if that’s what you are asking.”

“Nor am I, and nor is she,” Anshul said before moaning out loud as I pinched her free nipple while sucking on the other.

After enjoying her boobs for a while, I kissed and licked her down her belly, licking her navel for a while before going further south.

As I reached the edge of her panties, I turned her around. Kissing and licking her down every inch of her naked back, I once again turned her around when I reached the edge of her panties.

“Those anklets look lovely,” I said before taking her big toe in my mouth and sucking it. She groaned in pleasure as I sucked all her toes before kissing and licking her up one leg and down the other.

Then I repeated the toe-sucking on her other foot before kissing and licking her up her other leg.

I spent a good amount of time teasing her pussy by licking, kissing and biting her all along the edge of her panties, especially in the soft valley where the inside of her legs met her hips.

Then I proceeded to kiss and lick her up her body and sucked her boobs for a while.

Finally, it was time to unveil the pussy she had promised to let me play with all night if I wanted to.

Kissing and licking her down her belly, I probed her navel with my tongue for a while before going further south.

When I reached her panties, I bit the edge of her panties and pulled down, exposing her glistening wet, shaved pussy for the first time.

Grabbing the edge of her panties, I pulled them down, stripping her naked wearing only the anklets I had presented her.

“Hello kitty,” I said, caressing her pussy mound and running a finger up and down her slit, “want to play?”

“She does,” Anshul groaned, “you have no idea how badly she wants to play.”

“All night long?”

“Sure if you can keep it hard all night.”

“Only one way to find out, isn’t it?”

“Aaaahhh, yesssss,” she groaned as I licked her from the base of her opening to the top before sucking on her pussy lips.

She was soaking wet and I lapped up her flowing juices.

“Anu, you are so delicious,” I moaned into her pussy, “I want you to cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck yeah!” she groaned grabbing my hair and pulling me into her, “lick me till I cum Vijay.”

In less than ten minutes, she was thrusting her hips wildly into my mouth as I devoured her pussy.

“Yes, God yes,” she moaned, “don’t stop Vijay, I am going to cum.”

She screamed out loud when her orgasm hit, shaking her entire body.

Holding her legs apart, I ate her pussy hungrily through her orgasm, making it last an incredibly long time.

Through it, her juices kept flowing and I lapped up her honey right out of her pussy.

“Oh my God, best and by far the longest orgasm of my life,” she moaned as she collapsed panting heavily, “Your Anu will love that. But now, it’s my turn,” she said pushing me off her pussy and on to my back once she had caught her breath.

Getting between my legs, she started sucking and stroking my already hard cock.

She sucked me expertly and it didn’t take too long before I was at the point of no return.

Not wanting to cum so soon, I pushed her off my cock.

“Not yet,” I said, “I was promised a pussy to play with all night, and that’s where I would like to cum.”

“Oooohh, nice,” she gushed, licking her lips and savoring my precum and spreading her legs for my cock, “she would love that.”

“All in good time,” I said grinning at her, “for now, I want more of that delicious honey.”

“Oh God,” she groaned as I took her back in my mouth and started eating her.

I ate her pussy through a second and a third orgasm before she begged me to stop.

“I want to feel you inside me Vijay,” she groaned, “please put it in me.”

She was tight when I pushed my hardness into her, even though I had made her cum so much.

“Fuck, it feels so good in me,” she groaned when I had buried my shaft to the hilt in her depths.

“Fuck me,” she groaned, “fuck your Anu.”

I was already moving in and out of her. Bending forward to kiss her, I started moving faster and faster.

“I have dreamt about this for so long Anu,” I said breaking the kiss.

“So have I,” she moaned, “from the day I first saw you.”

I didn’t last — at least not the first time I creamed her pussy.

In less than five minutes, I roared and shot my load into her depths, just as her body was rocked by yet another orgasm.

But I was far from done, I kept fucking her pussy through her orgasm and even after it passed.

She felt me start to go limp inside her and then start growing again.

“I can’t believe you are going hard again so soon,” she groaned.

“I am going to fuck your pussy all night Anu,” I said, “after all the waiting you have put me through, I am not going to be done cumming just once.”

“Oh my,” she moaned as I kept pounding her, “you have it really bad for my sister don’t you.”

In reply, I turned her on her side and lifted a leg high before drilling her hard and deep.

Ten minutes later, I deposited my second load inside her pussy and twenty more minutes later, I creamed her pussy for a third time back-to-back.

“That was just incredible,” she said caressing my hair as I collapsed next to her, my limp cock still buried in her cum-filled pussy. “If you cum three times just imagining her, she will be so lucky to have you.”

“The night is still young Anu,” I said kissing her, “your pussy is going to get fed a few more times before the sun comes up.”

We rested, caressing each others’ bodies for an hour or so before I fucked her again. By the time dawn started breaking, I had creamed her pussy six times.

As we lay wrapped around each other’s sweat-soaked bodies, kissing and panting, she said, “I am certainly going to try my best to change Anu’s opinion about you. She has no idea what she is missing out on.”

“Thank you, Anshul,” I said kissing her, “some day, I would have loved to fuck you as you, not as Anu.”

“I would be honored,” she said, kissing me, “but I don’t see how that will be possible once Dinesh returns.” After a pause, she said, “Listen, would you like to come to my wedding?”

“If you want me to, I will be there.”

“Do come,” she said kissing me, “after all, Anu will be there and who knows, maybe I will have changed her opinion about you by then.”

And so, I went to her wedding hoping to meet Anushka.

What I did not expect was to end up fucking Anushka while Anshul’s husband was celebrating his suhaag raat (wedding night) with his wife.

Anshul’s wedding marked the start of a year long relationship with Anushka.

But that’s a different story for a different time.

My story with Anshul should have ended there, because Anushka and I started dating after her wedding and I eventually left the city to pursue higher studies in Delhi.

Life though, had a twist in the tale planned still…

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Five years had passed since that night Anshul and I spent together. In this time, her sister Anushka and I dated and eventually broke up.

I relocated to Delhi for higher studies, where I met Radhamma, a maid that took care of my sexual needs till I completed graduation and returned home.

That night, while beautiful and erotic, had by now become a distant memory and I never thought I would ever see, leave alone fuck Anshul again.

It was at a mall that we ran into each other — exactly five years later. I noticed her from across the floor. She seemed to be shopping by herself. I didn’t notice anyone who could be with her as I approached her from behind.

“Hello kitty,” I said tapping her shoulders, “Happy Birthday!”

“Hey Vijay,” she said excited, and then blushed a deep red when she realized the name I had addressed her by, bringing back memories of the night we spent together five years ago “and you remembered my birthday!!!”

“How could I forget one of the most beautiful nights of my life.”

“Awe,” she said blushing, “feels like that was a whole different life.”

“How are you doing?” I asked, “You are looking as ravishing as ever, so married life seems to be agreeing with you.”

“It’s all thanks to my dance and Yoga studio,” she said, “at least he kept that promise.”

“Care for a coffee?” I asked, “unless you are busy. I’d love to catch up.”

“Sure,” she said and we headed to the cafe in the mall, “I am so sorry it didn’t work out between you and Anushka.”

“Water under the bridge,” I said, “we had a good thing going for a while, but when I got a seat in Delhi for my post-grad, she didn’t see long distance working. But all’s good. We both have moved on and remain good friends.”

“It’s so nice to run into you,” she said as we reached the cafe.

Over coffee, we shared what life had been like over the past years. I told her about the time Anu and I had together and then the breakup, but left out the detail about my affair with the maid in Delhi.

She shared the details of her married life. Dinesh, as expected, saw her as his property. He would fuck her whenever he felt like it, whether she wanted it or not. Half the times, he didn’t bother with foreplay, often not even waiting for her to undress.

All he cared about was his five (or fewer) minutes of glory in her pussy before he was spent and went to sleep.

Her dance and Yoga studio was the saving grace that helped her stay sane.

Even after five years of marriage, the couple had been childless. It wasn’t because of a lack of trying she said.

She had been called barren when she didn’t conceive and Dinesh had soon started seeing other women.

“Come to the studio sometime,” she said when we finished our coffee and were ready to go our separate ways, “it’s still in the same place, but a lot has changed. It’s way more modern now, thanks to my in-laws’ wealth.”

“I certainly will,” I promised. She have me her new phone number and I promised to call.

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I called her the next day and agreed to visit her after office on Friday at her studio.

When I showed up, I was surprised to find her in the same outfit she had on five years ago on her birthday.

“You remember,” she said seeing the recognition on my face, “its my favorite dress because it brings back some of my favorite memories.”

She made me chai and we caught up on life sitting on the couch — which had been upgraded to a much more fancy couch than the one she had five years ago.

“Stay for dinner na,” she said when I looked at my watch, wondering what would be a polite time to leave.

“Are you planning to bring out another kitten from that bedroom?” I asked, remembering her birthday from five years ago.

“No,” she said laughing, “she’s grown up to be quite a cat now, but my pussy still likes to be loved and played with.”

“Too bad your husband only likes to play with her for a few minutes,” I said, “I thoroughly enjoyed playing with her all night all those years ago.”

An awkward silence followed and she finally said, “I know fucking me was a compromise for you five years ago. I also know you only fucked me because I dangled the carrot of speaking favorably to Anushka about you. But you said something that night that has stayed with me as a cherished memory all these years.”

“What?” I asked, curious.

“Were you serious when you said you would like to fuck me as me and not while imagining Anushka some day?”

“Heck yeah,” I said, “what are you suggesting?”

“I’m tired of being the ‘barren wife,’ a useless ornament in a house that demands an heir. I want to prove them wrong. I want to feel life inside me, and I want it to be yours,” she said. “My biological clock is ticking and that I want a baby almost as badly as I want to feel your cock and cum in me all over again. That I want the most beautiful night of my life and the best fucking sex I have ever had all over again… if you still want this married and used woman that is.”

“It would be my pleasure Anshul,” I said, “but Dinesh?”

“He has no time for me anymore,” she said dismissively, “and as it happens, he is on a business tour across Europe for the next couple weeks. If you are up for the challenge, then make me miss my periods — they are about 20 days away by the way.”

“Challenge accepted Anshul,” I said pulling her into me and kissing her.

When we kissed and undressed each other, unlike last time, there was nothing slow or romantic.

There was instead an urgency and intensity, especially to Anshul’s hunger.

We were naked in record time, our mouths and tongues locked in an intense wrestle.

After what felt like eternity, I pushed her back on the bed and spread her legs.

My mouth a mere inch or so from her pussy, I said, “hello kitty, missed me?”

“Oh she did,” Anshul moaned as I licked her up and down her slit, “you have no idea just how much she has missed you playing with her. She’s learned a trick or two over the past five years.”

“Really,” I said kissing her pussy, “do tell.”

“It’s a surprise,” she said grabbing my hair and pulling me into her pussy, “hope you like it.”

“Can’t wait,” I said pulling a pillow under Anshul’s ass, raising her pussy, “but I think kitty needs kissy.”

Just like five years ago, I devoured her pussy with hunger, and just like five years ago, it didn’t take long for Anshul to scream in joy as her orgasm hit.

However, unlike five years ago, when she came, her pussy exploded in a squirting fountain, flooding my mouth with a river of her delicious honey.

I drank her sweet nectar right out of her pussy, eating her through her orgasm, making her squirt in my mouth for well over a minute.

“WOW!” I exclaimed licking my lips and wiping my face, which was covered in her cum, “that was the most delicious thing ever.”

“Liked my pussy’s surprise for you?”

“Liked it? No,” I said, grinning at her, “simply loved it, and I want more.”

With that, I took her back in my mouth. This time, in addition to sucking on her clit, I also started finger fucking her.

I ate her pussy through three more back-to-back squirting orgasms before she begged me to stop.

“I want to feel you inside me Vijay,” she said panting heaving, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her last orgasm, “as far as I know, you can’t knock a girl up by just eating her pussy.”

“You are fucking delicious you know that right?” I said, “I could get addicted to this.”

“I will feed you again later if you like my squirts so much,” she said, “but please fuck me. I need your cum in me.”

Just like five years before, I fucked her pussy for close to an hour, depositing three loads inside her, back to back.

When I finally collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, she said, “that was almost deja vu.”

“Teja who?” I said grinning at her.

“You brought back so many fond memories from five years ago.”

“So did you, Anshul,” I said, “not to mention the delicious surprise your pussy had for me.”

“I am so glad you liked it,” she said, “was hoping you would.”

“Oh man,” I said, still breathing heavily into her breast, “I am so glad today’s Friday night.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have to go to work till Monday morning,” I said grinning at her, “which means your pussy is going to feed me that delicious honey all weekend long. Of course I will be feeding her my cum just as much.”

“I may need more than a weekend,” she said blushing.

“Of course, I can always come over after office on weekdays too.”

“Can I ask you something? Answer honestly please.”

“Sure, anything,” I said.

“Were you thinking of Anushka or some other girl while fucking me today?”

“Not at all Anshul,” I said surprised at the question, “why would you think that?”

“Were you thinking about her while fucking me five years ago?”

“Yes, I was,” I said, “till your top came off. After that, it was all you.”

She beamed happily, “I was just wondering because it was almost a replica of that night from 5 years ago.”

“I just kept saying Anu, because that’s what you wanted me to do.”

“It’s ok,” she said kissing me, “I am glad that it was me then, and it’s me now.”

We fucked like animals in heat throughout the weekend. Till her husband returned from Dubai, I would head to her studio after work and we would fuck for hours.

All that came to an abrupt end when her husband returned. So I was surprised to get a call from her four days later late at night.

“Hello kitty,” I said answering the phone, addressing her by what had become her secret nickname between us, “what a pleasant surprise.”

“Hey last day before my periods are supposed to start. Can you come over for the night to take one last shot at fertilizing my eggs?”

“Be at your studio in 15 minutes,” I said.

“No, not studio, my home,” she said, “I just messaged you the address.”

“What about the folks?”

“My parents in law have gone out of town for a function.”

“And Dinesh?”

“He’s here,” she said and I could almost see the wicked smile on her face, “sleeping next to me, thanks to a double doze of sleeping pills I added to his drink during dinner. So you have all night to play with your kitty. I thought it would be kinda kinky for you to impregnate me in our marital bed with him in it, sound asleep.”

“Be there as soon as I can,” I said.

When I entered the bedroom, it was eerily silent except for the heavy, drug-induced breathing of her husband just inches away. It was the ultimate transgression—impregnating the wife while the ‘owner’ slept in the same bed, oblivious and defeated.

“Ready to play?” she asked guiding me to the bed.

Boy did I play with her kitty all night. Licking, fingering and fucking her all through the night right next to her sleeping husband, I devoured her pussy through multiple orgasms and filled her with seven loads of cum.

“Dude,” she finally said panting heavily as I was wearing my clothes with dawn breaking, “you have outdone yourself today.”

“Maybe it was the fact that I was playing with my favorite kitty right next to your husband is what made it that much more erotic.”

“Hope your swimmers get the job done,” she said reaching for her own discarded clothes.

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Of course my swimmers got the job done. That’s what she called to inform me, even before letting her husband know.

But she also wanted to know my thoughts on sex with a pregnant woman and I said I had no hang-ups about it as long as she wanted it.

“Your kitty is purring,” she said, “waiting to play with you.”

“Coming right over,” I said before hanging up.

THE END

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