To Save a Marriage

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In Pics: Lata (Mom) & Bhavika (Daughter) | Contributed by Didi’s Aashiq
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“Baa” Bhavika screamed, bursting through the door.

“Haan,” Lata replied from the kitchen where she was cooking lunch for her two other daughters Avani and Hemali.

Bhavika ran through the house and hugged her mom from behind, surprising her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she gushed, kissing her mom on the cheek, “whatever you said, worked like magic,”

Lata wiped her hands on her apron and turned to face her eldest daughter, ‘Slow down… you shouldn’t be running around in your condition,” holding her very pregnant eldest daughter in her arms, she kissed her forehead.

‘It’s not what I said, but what I did,’ Lata thought, but all she did was smile at her daughter, her eyes tearing up.

“What’s the matter Ba?” Bhavika said seeing tears in her mother’s eyes.

“Oh these are tears of happiness, beta,” Lata replied wiping the tears from her eyes. “So, everything worked out between the two of you?”

“Oh Ba, you have no idea,” Bhavika replied grinning from ear to ear, “I am sure you don’t want all the details, but the last two weeks have been incredible. I have slept so little at night.”

“I am so happy for you, beta,” Lata said, caressing her daughter’s cheeks fondly.

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A Few Months Ago…

It was too late to back out now. He kicked himself for saying yes. What was he thinking?

At first he thought he was tricked into agreeing to marry Bhavika. But that wasn’t really true. When the families started discussing an arranged marriage, he was out of town. Bhavika and he started interacting over phone and email. His jaw dropped when she shared her pictures with him.

Untra-short skirts that barely covered her pussy, see-through dresses that clearly showed her nipples — it was his cock that said yes — he hadn’t bothered to give her face more than a glance or two, jerking off over her body. Between then and when he returned home, wedding preparations were in full swing — and Bhavika had put on weight…a lot of weight.

And then there were her two sisters — voluptuous Avani, with her delicious looking boobs, and cute Hemali, with her disarmingly pretty looks and sexy body.

It was clear that not wearing a bra under sheer garments, and wearing short dresses was something that all ladies in the family did rather naturally. Flaunting their assets is how they dressed. Even their mom showed skin, though not as much as her daughters.

Too late to back out now. The wedding was tomorrow for God’s sake. His own family would disown him if he refused the marriage. Why had the work crisis gone on so long. Even if he had returned a couple weeks ago, there would still be time.

These were thoughts coursing through Sailesh’s mind throughout the ceremonies.

During the actual wedding, he wished he had seen and chosen one of the other sisters. Heck, even her mom had a hotter figure than his bride. It’s not that Bhavika was ugly. She had curves in all the right places. And he had fucked far less attractive girls in the past.

But when your wife has two sexier sisters, how can a guy get it up for her? But what was done was done.

He had no choice but to suck it up. He laughed at the irony of the thought as he made his way to the bedroom for their first night.

Maybe, if he was able to seduce one of his wife’s sisters in the months and years to come, this might not a complete washout of a marriage.

Closing and locking the bedroom door behind him, he walked up to the bed that was decorated with flowers and rose petals on the bed, where she sat in her bridal outfit.

Laying her on her back, he spread her legs wide and lifted her saree up to her hip, exposing her legs and thighs.

When he got between her legs and started hungrily kissing her mouth. She readily opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue with hers.

While devouring her tongue, he couldn’t help imagine sucking on the tongue of her youngest sister, Hemali — with her cute face and full lips.

The thought Hemali’s feeding him her saliva from her tongue gave him an instant erection.

He slid one hand between her legs and started rubbing her pussy over her panties, imagining it was Hemali’s pussy he was caressing.

He needed to free his growing erection. While continuing to suck on his wife’s tongue, he somehow got rid of his pants.

Now just two pieces of underwear remained between his cock and her hole. Bhavika grinned as he started rubbing his erection against her panty-clad pussy.

She hoped he had the stamina and endurance to match his enthusiasm and obvious horniness.

When he pulled her pallu off her shoulder and unties her blouse while continuing to kiss her, he couldn’t help imagine that it was her sister Avani’s ample breasts that he was freeing from the confines of the blouse.

When he stripped her blouse off, took one nipple in his mouth and pinched the other, he was imagining it was Avani’s hard nipples he was sucking and pinching.

He was rock hard by now.

As he stripped the clothes off her body and explored her nakedness with his fingers, mouth and tongue, his mind alternated between her two sisters.

When he kissed her pussy over her panties, he wasn’t sure which sister he would have liked to do that to — either one would do he thought.

Then he stripped her panties off and went to work on her already dripping wet pussy with his mouth and fingers.

He ate Bhavika to two back-to-back orgasms — one for each of your sisters he thought as she came in his mouth.

He was completely aroused by the time Bhavika begged him to fuck her. He wished it was one of her sisters begging for his cock.

He entered Bhavika, imagining it was her sisters’ pussy he was penetrating without protection and about to fill with his sperm.

He fucked her three times that night. Shooting his cum deep down her throat the first time.

Creaming her pussy the second and shooting his load deep inside her ass the third time. Each time he came, he imagined one of her sisters.

Bhavika was amazed at the hunger with which he took her — multiple times — every single day. Fucking his wife while imagining her sisters worked for a while and the multiple-times-a-day unprotected sex soon got her pregnant.

He thought he had found a way to make this work. What he hadn’t factored in was human nature and greed.

When you imagine someone else while fucking your wife, your desire for the person you imagine works against you too.

As his wife’s belly began swelling, the frustration of not being actually able to fuck her sisters started weighing on his mind.

Imagination only went so far and soon, the fire started going out. Sex went from daily to a couple times a week and then a formality. Pretty soon, he lost all sexual interest in his wife.

By the end of the sixth month of marriage, with Bhavika’s pregnancy already in an advanced stage, he hardly fucked her at all.

Instead, he was becoming more and more irritable and fights between the newly wed couple started growing in frequency.

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For Lata, the last two years had been a roller coaster ride.

Her marriage with Ramnik had paved the path to their present day life in the US. Her husband was as a dependable man.

Just as dependable in bed as he was in his career — without being spectacular.

They fucked regularly, but however much they tried, they couldn’t conceive, even a year after their marriage.

Around that time, Ramnik was exploring a move to the US and spent at least a couple weeks a month in the US, trying to establish his network and contacts.

That’s when Lata first cheated on her husband with their driver Pravin.

Where her dependable husband used to adequately satisfy her sexual needs, Pravin showed her sexual paradise.

He fucked her like a bull in heat…on steroids. Again, and again, and again. He was just insatiable and she was addicted to his cock.

Bhavika’s was the fruit of her extra marital affair and after her birth, Lata tried to break it off and be a dutiful wife.

Whenever Pravin drove her anywhere, the lustful looks he would give her, or the hungry stares at her lactating breasts made it very hard for Lata.

Her resolve broke a year later when her breasts leaked in the car.

Pravin parked the car in a secluded alley, made her get into the backseat, and pretty much ordered her to feed him from her breasts.

As he started sucking the milk out of one nipple, Lata moaned in pleasure, wetness gushing to her pussy.

“I missed you, Malkin,” he said, kissing her.

When she returned the kiss passionately, he lifted her saree up to her hips, his hand slid inside her panties and he entered her with two fingers.

He continued to finger-fuck her, even when he resumed milking her breasts.

By the time he had drained both her breasts — drinking her milk from the source, she was on the brink of an orgasm.

Her body shook with her orgasm in less than a minute of his cock entering her pussy.

Ten minutes later, when he emptied his load deep inside her, both wanted more. He filled her pussy full of his cum two more times in the backseat of the car before driving back home.

Since that day, slept (or rather stayed awake) in her and Ramnik’s bed when Ramnik was away. He would fuck her for hours every night, creaming all of Lata’s holes multiple times and giving her orgasm after incredible orgasm along the way.

Four months of insane, unprotected sex laer, Avani was was conceived.

After her birth, Lata threw caution to the wind and surrendered herself to her body’s needs and Pravin’s lust during her husband’s overseas trips.

He spent the nights in her and Ramnik’s bed, keeping her awake with orgasm after orgasm, as he filled all her holes with cum 3-4 times.

Even when Ramnik was home, she found excuses to get away with Pravin to go shopping, or beauty parlor or something else. Whenever he drove her somewhere, he would park in a secluded alley. He would milk both her breasts dry, eat her pussy to a few orgasms and then fill her pussy up with his seed.

His sperm would be leaking out of her pussy into her panties when she got home to her unwitting husband.

However, this time it took nearly two years for Pravin to impregnate her. Complications in the pregnancy meant that Lata had to undergo a hysterectomy after Hemali’s birth.

That was also when the family moved to the US. After the move, success and wealth followed Ramnik, and the couple was able to give their daughters the best possible education and lifestyle.

Even after the birth of their three daughters — well, technically her three daughters — Ramnik continued to stay dependable in the bedroom and the couple’s sexual life was showing no signs of slowing down. To them, age was just a number and they were as sexually active as any recently married couple would be — maybe more.

All that changed a couple years ago, when Ramnik had a stroke that rendered him partially paralyzed and wheelchair bound. While the family was financially secure, the entire responsibility of the household now fell on Lata.

Ramnik had cried and thanked her profusely for all that she had done on the day of Bhavika’s wedding.

The first time Bhavika visited her parents’ house after her wedding, her happiness in her marriage had filled Lata’s heart and made her struggles since her husband’s stroke worth it.

Her recent second visit had disturbed Lata. Bhavika seemed distracted and lost. The usually bubbly and chirpy girl had gone silent with a distant look in her eyes.

It had taken many long conversations with her daughter before she opened up about her marital problems.

It didn’t take long for Lata to realize that Sailesh had lost interest in his wife and the marriage was in serious trouble.

It wouldn’t be a stretch to imagine that he would find solace outside of his wedding and that could result in a divorce.

That would be a serious social scar and bring disrepute, not just to Bhavika, but to the entire family. The prospects of her other daughters finding suitable matches would become that much harder.

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Desperate Measures for Desperate Times

It wasn’t an easy conversation to have with her husband, but it was needed.

Ramnik recognized both the gravity of the situation with Bhavika’s wedding and also his wife’s needs. He knew that the sexual draught his stroke had forced on Lata wasn’t easy for her.

She was a sexual, sensuous woman. While she didn’t have a strikingly beautiful face, she oozed sensuality.

Even at this age, she could make heads turn. He knew a number of his friends had lusted for his wife, and still did. He had suspected an affair with their driver Pravin, back in India, but after their move the US, he knew that Lata had been faithful to him.

Sleeping with her son in law could kill two birds with a stone. It could take care of Lata’s sexual needs, while, hopefully, salvaging their daughter’s marriage.

Ramnik had just one condition — he did not want her sleeping with her son in law in Ramnik’s absence. He wanted to watch his wife getting fucked.

While that condition came as a surprise for Lata, she would have agreed to anything given the situation.

She kissed her husband. Neither questioned the other’s love and they knew this was a matter of need — if it worked.

There was really everything to gain. It was desperate times now, and desperate times called for desperate measures.

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Lata rolled over in bed and reached for her blouse. She looked towards her husband who was sitting in his wheelchair in a corner of the room. He had tears in his eyes, but the smile he gave her told her that he was happy for her.

Lata put her blouse on without bothering to find her discarded bra, covering her sore nipples that had been sucked, bit and pinched all night long.

The deal she offered Sailesh was her own body once a month to enjoy to his heart’s content, if only he kept Bhavika happy. No condom and no limits were the only conditions he had. As for once a month, he said we will see about that after the first night.

After last night, she had selfish reasons to wish for her daughter’s happiness too. She wanted more nights like last night.

Even Pravin hadn’t taken her as many times or given her as many orgasms in a night at the height of their affair.

Her two year sexual draught had come to an end and this night couldn’t have played out any better…

Sailesh was all business when he came over last night. She had suggested they head to bed after dinner, and he said ok.

But as she turned to head to the kitchen, he said, “at least let me see what I am going to enjoy tonight.”

“What?” Lata asked turning around, confused, “matlab?”

“You can get rid of the Saree at least na,” he said grinning, “you don’t it for dinner.”

As he had stripped her saree while her husband watched, Lata’s heart was thudding in her chest.

Her son in law would be the first man since their move to the US — besides her husband — to fuck her, and she was both terrified and excited.

She knew what was on the line and she was desperate to not disappoint him.

He watched her as she stripped. When dinner was served, he sat next to her. While they ate, he explored her body with his free hand. Sliding it inside her blouse, he played with her boobs. Sliding it inside her saree and panties, he entered her.

By the time dinner was done, she was dripping wet — even at this age, she thought.

When he kissed her and sucked on her tongue, the pent up desire of every day since her husband’s stroke that she hadn’t had sex was bubbling up to the surface.

Lata hoped her son in law was at least half as good as Pravin had been in bed — or at least as good as her husband — and would last enough to give her an orgasm.

He started exploring her body with his mouth.

He kissed her boobs over her blouse and squeezed them hard.

Going lower down, he slid his tongue into her navel and licked her belly.

Her body was on fire and she couldn’t wait to feel his hardness fill her hungry pussy.

“I think you can get rid of the in-skirt now,” he said getting off her and starting to strip himself.

Stripping his pants and shirt, he sat on the bed, watching her.

She watched his eyes explore her body as she got off the bed and stripped off the in-skirt.

He licked his lips as his eyes settled on her panties.

As she stepped back towards him and the bed, he grabbed her by her ass cheeks and pulled her to him.

“Wah, Ba,” he said admiring her pussy mound before planting a kiss on her pussy.

“Tonight, you are mine and I am going to fill you with my sperm tonight,” he said to her pussy, “but first I am goin to kiss you, lick you and finger you to my heart’s content.

With that, he buried his face between her legs, eating her pussy over her panties.

Behind her, he slid his hands inside her panties and started squeezing her butt cheeks, pulling her pussy into his mouth.

Her panties were soon soaked with a combination of her juices and his saliva. He ate her over her panties for a few minutes till Lata started moaning.

Moving her panties aside, he kissed, licked and bit her all over the fleshy part of her pussy — that she had shaved that evening for him after nearly two years. Eventually, he opened her and slid his tongue into her depths.

He licked his lips as her looked into Lata’s eyes. “You are yummier than Bhavika, Ba,” he said.

She hadn’t worn a bra for his benefit and her hard nipples were straining against the flimsy fabric of her blouse.

Standing up, he sucked one hard nipple over her blouse while pinching the other with his fingers. Lata groaned.

He undid and ripped her blouse off her body, making her boobs bounce.

He started at them with pure lust in his eyes before taking one nipple in his mouth and the other in his fingers.

As her ravaged her tits, all that remained between Lata and complete nakedness was her soaking wet panties.

After what felt like an eternity, he threw her on the bed and stripped her panties off.

As he spread her legs, she couldn’t help looking towards her husband. He had a combination of frustration, love and lust on his face as he watched his son in law enjoy his wife’s nakedness.

He stood back and stripped naked, his eyes taking in every inch of Lata’s naked body.

When his boxers came off and his erection sprang out, Lata gasped at his size. He was marginally longer than Ramnik, but the width of his shaft was nearly twice as wide.

Getting on top of her, Sailesh rested his butt on her boobs and shoved his hardness into Lata’s mouth. While she sucked and stroked him, he entered her pussy with two fingers.

She cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his hardness with the other while sucking on him. His fingers were drilling her hard but it didn’t last long.

Within five minutes, he shoved himself deep down her throat and erupted with a grunt. Lata swallowed as much of his load as she could, but a lot of it spilled out of her mouth and trickled down her face.

Lata couldn’t help feel disappointed at how quickly it had ended, but he had other ideas.

Once his cock started going limp in her mouth, he pulled out and moved down her body. Spreading her legs, he attacked her soaking wet pussy with his mouth.

There was nothing gentle about the way he ate her. His tongue, lips and even his teeth took her mercilessly. Lata was screaming and erupted in his mouth within a matter of minutes.

He ate her right through her orgasm and past till a second orgasm rocked her body and then a third. Her fourth orgasm was the first time in her life that Lata had squirted and Sailesh devoured her cum from the source.

By the time the orgasm subsided, she was spent and collapsed panting. He let her pussy go, licking his lips, the lower part of his face covered in her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at her.

As he got on his knees, she saw that he was rock hard again and ready for action. If her pussy could speak, it would have been begging him to fill her up. Instead, he went for her ass.

Turning her around, he made her get on her knees.

Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he buried his face between them, licking her ass hole for a few minutes. She felt his tongue enter her ass hole and explore her.

He licked her from her pussy to the butt hole, stimulating both her entrances, driving her wild.

After a few minutes, he pulled his tongue out and probed her ass with his fingers spitting a few times to lubricate his fingers and her back door entrance.

Once he had lubricated her enough, he shoved his hardness inside.

Fifteen minutes of hard fucking later, he exploded deep inside her ass.

Turning her on her back again, he devoured her pussy to two more orgasms. Once his cock started stirring again, he made her suck and stroke it back to full hardness.

Over two hours after they had started, he had cum twice and she had cum six times.

Once he was ready, he entered her pussy for the first time that night.

He started in the missionary position for a while. Then made her ride him cowgirl style. Drilled her some more doggy style before going back to missionary. She came twice around his shaft and after pounding her pussy for nearly 30 minutes, he exploded inside her.

Three orgasms for him. Eight for her — so far. If she thought this was the end, she was mistaken. His idea of a break was exploring her body with his hands and mouth from head face to her toes and every inch in between.

After an hour’s “break”, he made her suck him back to hardness before entering her ass for the second time.

By morning, he had fucked her relentlessly for seven hours, depositing his load in her mouth once, between her boobs once, inside her ass twice, and inside her pussy twice. She had squirted three more times that night and had a total of nearly twenty orgasms.

It was only when he collapsed next to her panting and seemed to be drifting off to sleep that she had reached for her blouse and started to get dressed.

As she got off the bed, she felt his cum trickle out of both her ass and her pussy and slide down her legs. She wiped his overflow with her soiled panties and tossed them aside.

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A deal is a deal and he had every intention of honoring it.

He hadn’t expected Lata to be as sexually hungry and willing as she proved to be. As he watched his mother in law put on her blouse, get off the bed and wipe his cum off her body with her panties, put on her in-skirt and finally her saree, his cock was already starting to stir again.

He couldn’t wait for next month and more of Lata’s mature body. So, he better save his arousal for Bhavika. He now had something to fuel his imagination while fucking his wife.

Mom nailed. Two sisters to go, he thought.

Don’t get greedy for the impossible and be happy with what you have another part of his brain said. Little did he know that the impossible wasn’t so impossible after all.

CONTINUED…

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