Ashok – 39
Sneha – 38
Mahender Singh – 62
Ramlal – 60
After my session with my Sneha bahu, I came down and tried to sleep in the hall with all the other men.
As I lay down thinking about what just happened between me and my bahu, fear crept into my mind. I had all sorts of thoughts and questions.
First of all, why did bahu come into that store room and if she was expecting my son Ashok then where was he? Why didn’t Ashok come there?
Secondly, what if my bahu tells Ashok that someone else fucked her last night? The chances of that were slim because I was pretty sure Sneha bahu didn’t know who had fucked her.
Finally, I told myself nothing to worry about and tried to sleep.
I woke up at around 7 in the morning. Some of the people were still sleeping, and some had woken up. I straight away walked upstairs to the roof. My heartbeat increased as I reached the terrace. First, I looked around the terrace to make sure no one was there.
Then I walked towards the store room where I fucked my Sneha bahu last night. I slowly opened it and saw the room was empty. I walked inside, noticing that someone had flipped the mattress. I smiled as I thought about my bahu and went back.
As my younger daughter’s marriage had just finished, most guests stayed back for a day or two. The complete morning, my eyes searched for my Sneha bahu, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. Maybe she was inside.
Finally, at lunchtime, I saw my Sneha bahu coming out of the room. Usually, she serves food, but today she was standing in a corner. I could see she felt a bit worried, scanning all the men in the house. She must be thinking about who had fucked her last night.
Sneha didn’t look at me even once. I saw her biting her lower lip in frustration as she couldn’t spot her secret fucker. I looked at my bahu intently. She was wearing a saree. Her saree was tied just below her navel, and I could see her stomach.
Sneha bahu was plump around her stomach. But her big boobs and ass made up for it. It didn’t make her look bad at all. Now that I see her, I want to take her again. This time I wanted to let her know that your father-in-law was going to fuck you. I wanted to see her reaction when my cock rammed her pussy.
Just thinking about all that, I got hard. I decided I wanted my Sneha bahu again. I had to do something fast because tonight might be my last chance with Sneha bahu, and I had to make it count.
I went to my friend Ramlal’s house. Ramlal and I have been friends for more than 50 years. We have often talked about different women in the village and wondered how it would be to fuck them. But we had never discussed the women of our family.
Ramlal was awestruck when I narrated the whole incident to him. He couldn’t believe what I was telling him. Ramlal then suggested I text my bahu with another number and talk to her as a stranger who had fucked her last night.
Ramlal quickly gave me an old number that he hadn’t used in a long time. I texted my Sneha bahu with that number.
“Did you enjoy last night?” I came straight to the point.
Ramlal and I waited patiently for her to reply. Around 15 minutes had passed, but there was no reply from her side. I desperately looked at the mobile screen with all my hope when a message popped up.
“Who are you?” The message read.
“You didn’t answer my question. Did you enjoy last night?” I asked again.
“Was it not evident?” My bahu asked.
“It was, but I still want to hear it from you., I texted.
“Yeah. I enjoyed last night. I was terrified, but still, I enjoyed it,” Sneha bahu said.
“That’s why you searched for your secret fucker at lunchtime?” I wrote back.
“What? You were there?” My bahu asked.
“Yes. I saw you scanning all the men, wondering who had fucked you,” I texted
“Please tell me, who are you?” She asked again.
“I will tell you if you come to see me tonight,” I said.
“No. What happened last night was a mistake. I will not let that happen again,” Sneha bahu said.
“Yeah, but you enjoyed it. Right?” I texted
“Yes, but I am married, and I have a daughter. I cannot do that again,” Sneha said.
“Tell me something, did you enjoy it more than your husband? I remember you saying my cock was bigger and fatter than your husband,” I said.
There was no response from her side for a few minutes. I looked at Ramlal. Even he started to get a bit worried now.
“She will reply. The way she’s talking, she wants more,” Ramlal said.
“I hope you are right,” I said and waited.
“Yes, I enjoyed myself a bit more with you. That’s only because, after 15 years of marriage, there’s very little sex life between my husband and me. And last night was different, just a change,” Sneha bahu said.
Ramlal and I read the message and smiled. Ramlal then took the mobile from my hand and started typing.
“Listen, I know you want me as much as I want you. We both had fun last night but imagine meeting your secret fucker and then looking into his eyes while he fucks you. You have nothing to lose. If I wanted to tell anyone anything, I would have already told it. I respect your privacy. I will wait for you on the terrace again tonight. I want you to come and see your secret fucker. And you will go back to City tomorrow. Then there will be no chance for us to meet again. It is up to you to decide now. You know where to find me tonight. I will be waiting.” Ramlal typed this long message and sent it to my Sneha bahu.
“I just hope she comes tonight,” I said to Ramlal.
“Mahender, do you remember we were supposed to do all this together?” Ramlal said.
“What?” I asked him, raising my eyebrows
“We both promised each other we would fuck the same girl if we get a chance,” Ramlal said.
“Yes, but then I meant if we ever fuck a prostitute. Sneha is my bahu,” I said
“What difference does it make? She’s not your wife. You fucked her last night, and don’t you think tonight I should get my chance?” Ramlal said.
“Do you even know what you are speaking, Ramlal,” I asked, raising my voice.
“Mahender, I cannot do anything if you don’t let me fuck your bahu. I am just reminding you of your words. The word that you gave me as a friend years ago.” Ramlal said very politely.
He was right. We both had discussed it years ago, but I had never expected to fuck my bahu. Ramlal was a great friend, and I didn’t want to lose him.
“Tell me, Mahender, if the roles would have been reversed. And I would have fucked my bahu instead. Would you not have asked me to share her with you?” Ramlal asked.
I stayed quiet, looking at him. I didn’t know what to say. We both stayed quiet for a few minutes.
“What if Sneha bahu comes to know that you are not the same person as last night,” I asked.
“Oh, come on, Mahender, you think so? Sneha would be happy to see her secret fucker. There isn’t much difference between us physically.” Ramlal said.
“But our cock sizes might differ,” I said. I just wanted to make any valid point to stop Ramlal from fucking my wife, but I couldn’t think of anything.
“Mahender, don’t talk nonsense. Once the clothes are off, no woman can control herself from taking the cock in her pussy. The same thing happened with you last night.” Ramlal told me.
I was in a dilemma now. I thought for a few minutes.
“If this is what it takes to keep you happy. Then so be it. You can go tonight.” I said with a sad face because I was looking forward to fuck my bahu again.
“You have proved that you are the man of your words Mahender. I owe you a big one,” Ramlal said and patted my shoulder.
I returned home after some time as I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. My eyes scanned for my bahu Sneha, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. I was then told that all the ladies had gone to a nearby temple and would be back by night.
Meanwhile, Ramlal himself cleaned the room on the terrace and put a thicker mattress instead of that old mattress that Sneha Bahu and I used last night. He put a few pillows there on the mattress.
He even added a new LED bulb in the room and a lock that would keep the door closed. Then he came back down.
The women returned from the temple just at dinner time, and my eyes searched for Sneha bahu. This time she didn’t look as worried as in the afternoon. She looked relaxed. She glanced through everyone once and then walked into the room.
After dinner, when everyone had almost slept, Ramlal and I were having a drink.
“Do you think she will come?” I asked Ramlal.
“Yes.. she will,” Ramlal told me.
He then quickly finished the drink and looked at his watch. It was 11 PM.
“I am off to fuck your bahu, Mahender. Wish me luck,” Ramlal said, teasing me.
I was jealous of him. It should have been me in his place, but fate had planned something else.
After Ramlal went upstairs, I went to the hall where all the men were sleeping. I took a corner from where I could see the stairs that led to the terrace. I stared at the stairs. More than an hour had passed, and still, my Sneha bahu hadn’t gone up.
I didn’t know how to react. I would have been jealous of Ramlal if he had fucked my elder daughter-in-law, but at the same time, I wanted him to fuck her. I wanted Ramlal to enjoy the women I had enjoyed a night earlier.
I then saw someone coming out of a room. I looked intently and realised it was none other than Sneha bahu. She looked around the hall once before going upstairs.
My Sneha bahu had changed her dress from a saree to a nighty.
I still remember I had to sleep that night with a heavy heart.
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