Hi guys, this is Rohan again with another steamy tale that took place not too long after I wrote my previous story. As I mentioned before, my wife and I have been happily married for some time, and we have a great sex life. However, my lustful mind can’t stop thinking about other women.
One particular character whom I am fond of is my younger sister-in-law, Shruti. As I mentioned in my previous post, she is not the most attractive woman to look at. However, she does possess a very pretty face, which is quite innocent. Maybe that is why I’m so attracted to her and can’t stop thinking about sticking my rod deep up her virgin pussy.
Anyway, getting back to the story. A few weeks ago, my wife and I decided to take a trip to her hometown. I most certainly could not hold my excitement, knowing that I would get to take in the beautiful sight of Shruti.
So, we packed up our luggage, booked an overnight bus to Banaras, and were on our way. As soon as we arrived, we were greeted by my in-laws (mother and father) who came to receive us at the bus stop. However, I noticed Shruti wasn’t around. When I asked my mother-in-law, she stated that Shruti was busy finishing up cooking our favorite dishes.
Without idling further, the four of us grabbed an auto and made our way to my in-laws’ house. The moment we walked in through the door, I saw her. Shruti, standing by the kitchen counter, wearing a traditional cotton salwar kameez that clung to her petite body. Her breasts, though not overly large, were perky.
I imagined them to have dark brown areolas and nipples that would be begging to be pinched. Her ass, also not something to be overly astonished about, would make a man’s hands clap in delight. However, it was perfectly rounded and tight. I could see the outline of her ass cheeks as they squeezed together when she bent over to check on the food.
The moment she saw us, there was a spark in her eyes. She came running toward us and gave my wife and me a hug. That’s when I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hard nipples grazed my chest and made my little man jerk at the thought.
Since it was already dark, my wife and I were super tired from the long journey. Thus, my in-laws suggested we freshen up quickly and come to the table so that we could have dinner. And that’s exactly what my wife and I did.
After finishing dinner, the five of us chatted for a bit and were ready for bed. My wife and I slept in a separate room while Shruti slept in her own room. Both mother-in-law and father-in-law had their own bedroom as well, so they retired to their own privacy.
Throughout the entire night, I couldn’t get the thought of Shruti out of my head. I tried masturbating, but it wasn’t doing me any good. So, I simply gave up and drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke the following morning, I noticed the entire house was empty. The only sound was coming from the kitchen. When I went there, I found Shruti busy at the stove.
Me: Good morning, Shruti.
Shruti: Good morning, Jiju.
Me: Where is everyone?
Shruti: Well, didi and ma went out to do some shopping. They’ll be back in the afternoon.
Me: Oh… so, what are you up to?
Shruti: Oh, I’m just preparing breakfast for you. Are you ready to eat?
Me: Well, yea… what about you? Have you had breakfast yet?
Shruti: No… I was waiting for you…
Me: Aww… you shouldn’t have. But I appreciate it, though.
Shruti finished cooking the last of the items and brought them over to the table. In the meantime, I kept stealing glances at her, noticing how the apron she was wearing barely covered her ample behind. The way her salwar clung to her curves was driving me crazy. Her ass was a perfect handful, and I couldn’t wait to explore it with my eager hands. She had some perfectly aligned teeth, so, when she talked, it made her smile even more endearing.
After setting down the plates, she turned to me and asked, “Do you want tea?”
Me: “Yes, please. That would be great,” I replied, my eyes lingering on the way her hips swayed as she moved around the kitchen.
Shruti: “Alright, I’ll be right back,” she said with a smile, disappearing into the pantry.
While she was out of sight, I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander down to the delicious morsel of exposed skin between her salwar and kameez. The fabric was pulled tight, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her tight, round ass and the shadow of her pussy beneath. My cock grew harder at the thought of pushing aside that thin barrier and plunging into the wet heat I knew was waiting for me.
But obviously, I couldn’t risk it, especially since I loved my wife and couldn’t possibly betray her like that.
Shruti returned with a steaming cup of tea, setting it down in front of me with a gentle thud. She leaned over slightly, giving me a heavenly view of her perky, uncovered breasts. I tried to act nonchalant, taking a sip of the tea while I felt my pants tightening. The sweet, cardamom scent of the tea only served to heighten my senses, making me more aware of the delicious aroma of her arousal that seemed to be lingering in the air.
After finishing breakfast and tea, I thanked Shruti and went back up to the bedroom to work on some of my projects. But the whole time, all I could think about was the way Shruti looked at me, the way she leaned over to serve me tea, the smell of her arousal in the air. It was driving me mad with desire. I had to find a way to release this pent-up energy.
Before I knew it, I had my pants down to my ankles and my massive 7-inch cock in my hand. I began to stroke it, thinking about the way Shruti’s body had moved that morning, the way her breasts had jiggled slightly with each step she took, the way her salwar had barely covered her perfectly shaped ass. I pictured her ass hole, tight and untouched, begging to be filled. I imagined my thick cock pushing into her, stretching her open, filling her with the warmth of my desire.
As I continued to please myself, I suddenly heard someone clearing their throat. I instantly turned around to find Shruti at the door. I was shocked! But to my surprise, she wasn’t, at least that’s what it seemed.
Shruti: “Jiju, I didn’t know you were busy.”
Me: “I was just… I’m sorry, Shruti.”
Shruti took a step closer to me, her eyes never leaving my erect cock. “Don’t be, jiju,” she said softly, “I know you find me attractive. I see the way you look at me.”
Her voice was a mix of shyness and excitement, and her eyes were filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she reached out and touched my hand, gently taking over the task of stroking my cock. Her small, soft hand was a stark contrast to the firmness of my shaft, and the feeling was electric.
Shruti: Jiju, would you mind teaching me a few things? I would like to know so that I can please my hubby after marriage.
Me: Of course… (Still in shock).
Shruti: So, tell me… what should I do with this thing? What do men usually like?
Me: (I was totally blank) Honestly, the first thing that comes to mind is a blowjob…
Shruti: A blowjob?? What is that?
That was when I had the perfect idea of revisiting the DSC Girls sex chat website, as I had already created an account with them previously to release my desire for Shruti. But this time, it would be to teach this little slut how to properly please a man.
So, I switched on my laptop and logged into Desi Sex Chat; simultaneously, I pulled out my credit card and punched in all the details and wala! I had enough credits to chat and have fun with any model I would like.
In the meantime, Shruti was wondering what I was doing by logging into a sex chat website. I told her that one of the girls would be teaching her what to do and how to do it properly. Once she agreed, I asked her to pick out one of the girls from the screen.
After browsing for a bit, Shruti’s eyes caught one of the thumbnails. The image was of a girl named Naina. Her profile described her as a 23-year-old who was living in Mumbai. Her expression was also quite seductive as she had some massive tits and a pretty face.
Shruti: Jiju, what about her? She seems nice.
Me: Oh, she’s perfect. She’ll show you everything you need to know. Now, sit down here and watch closely, okay?
Without waiting for a response, I pulled up a chair and had Shruti sit next to me. She leaned in, her curiosity piqued, as I clicked on Naina’s profile. The live video feed loaded up, showing the voluptuous woman lounging on a velvet bed, her ample breasts threatening to spill out of her tight red blouse. She had dark, plump nipples, and her areolae were wide, making my cock twitch with anticipation. Her skin was the color of warm caramel, and she had a seductive smile that promised a night of pure pleasure.
Naina: “Namaste, sir. How can I help you today?”
Me: “Hello, Naina. This is not just me. I have my sister-in-law here. She’s a bit shy, but she wants to learn something new.”
Naina’s smile grew even more inviting, and she winked at the camera. “Oh, a new student! Welcome. I’m here to help you learn all about pleasing a man. What’s your name?”
Shruti, blushing furiously, whispered, “I’m Shruti.”
Naina: “Hello, Shruti. I’m so happy you could join us today. Now, the first thing I want you to know is that pleasing a man is an art form. It’s all about understanding his desires and giving him what he craves.” She began to slowly unbutton her blouse, her dark eyes never leaving the camera. “Watch closely, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Shruti’s eyes grew wide as she watched Naina’s breasts spill out, her large, dark areolae framing the plump, hard nipples that stood at attention. Naina leaned back on the bed, her hand sliding down to her own pussy. She began to play with her clit, her fingers moving in slow, sensual circles.
To be continued…
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