Previous Part: Kalindi Bhabhi Invaded My Friday Night – Part 2
I wasn’t able to control myself any longer. My mind warned me that I might get into trouble for doing this with a cousin’s wife.
She struck the right chords with me. She knew that my sex life had been like nothing since the past few years, and it’s the same with her. When she said we’re talking about sweet childhood memories, why not have some tangy ones with each other?
I laughed as she won my heart for that. We began sloppy kissing. Clothes came out in seconds and were thrown on the floor as if discarded. Our raw actions begin on the couch.
Chapter 3: Kalindi Gives Me Some Royal Treatment
Kalindi pulled me over her, and we began kissing. The silence around us helped us concentrate on this act well. We felt each other, felt our heartbeats. The world around us seemed non-existent.
We traced every part inside our mouths with our tongue. Our eyes were closed, and we were totally into the act. Kalindi was moaning mid-kiss. It was a very long, passionate kiss that numbed our lips. I was able to taste the residues of ice cream and Chinese food we had earlier.
Then I kissed and licked Kalindi everywhere. By the time I reached her neck, she was already moaning, and her pussy was dripping wet. I went down and sucked her breasts until my heart was content. I licked and bit her nipples. Then I went down and licked her underboobs that were slightly moist with sweat.
I went further down and licked her pussy. She held my head tight in between her legs. I bit her clitoris, and she moaned. Then I licked her pussy and felt its insides for a very long time. She squirted, and I took her cum in my mouth, showed it on my tongue and gulped it.
Kalindi’s eyes widened, her pupils dilated while looking at me, like she’d seen God.
Kalindi: No one has ever done that for me. Not my ex before marriage, not Gaurav. Ever! I have a proposal. If we both lose our spouses in old age, we will marry and take care of each other forever. Deal?
Pratty: (laughing) Deal! We’ll marry each other at eighty, trying hard to walk using walkers and take Viagra before having such steamy actions!
Bhabhi: Now it’s my chance to return the favour.
She kissed me from head to toe. There was not a single point left untouched by her. She extensively used her lips and tongue. She tickled me when she reached my thighs. Then she got up.
Bhabhi: Now sit in the middle of this couch and spread your legs.
I did. And she sat before me on the floor in a squatting position. Then she gripped my shaft with the confidence of a woman who had waited five long years. She tied her hair up with the claw clip and treated my cock like the main attraction at a festival.
Her tongue traced a deliberate path from balls to tip. It was slow, deliberate, savouring every inch. She paused at the head, pressing the tip of her tongue right into the pee hole as if it had some hidden treasure.
It was very nasty, as that place might’ve had my filth for an entire day. Then she began slowly licking from there to the base in a spiral motion.
I could feel the head of my dick touch the entrance of her throat. She kept it there for some time until her eyes became watery. This entire thing was just rhythmic. It left her drool dripping down my shaft like some icing over a cake. Then she sucked the head of my dick for a long time.
The sight was pure gold. My cousin’s wife, the same woman who’d arrived furious and sweat-soaked, now worships my cock with the utmost dedication.
Pressure built up mercilessly. Kalindi sensed it instantly. She took it out with a gasp, strings of saliva still linking her lips to my shining dick.
Now she quickly clamped her fist around my shaft with slight pressure. It was enough to hold back my cum.
Bhabhi: (smiling) I’m not done yet, Pratty. It’s time for the grand finale. Just play along. You’ll get hooked and forget Anjali. I’ll continue until you shout my name.
Then she attacked my balls with her mouth, sucking, biting, and tongue swirling while her grip paused the ejaculation.
Pratty: Aww! Kalindi, this is awesome (I moaned).
Bhabhi: Say my name again, Pratty. It’s like music to my ears. Start calling me by my name!
With that, she finally released the pressure, and my cum came out like some fireworks. Thick ropes came out and landed across my thigh, splattering on her cheek.
Pratty: Kalindi! (I groaned hard while cumming).
She laughed softly, licking the stray drop from her lip as if it were an ice cream of a premium flavour from the shop across the street we had gone to earlier.
We gave each other some royal treatment. No one did this for us ever. With this act, all formalities between us vanished. I started calling her by her first name instead of Bhabhi. Now she guided my hand between her thighs; two fingers slid in effortlessly into her hot, moist pussy.
She ground my fingers on them, while her breasts swayed inches away from my face. Her orgasm followed soon. A hot gush of cum soaked my hand as she bit her lip and winked at me. I licked my fingers the next second. It was bitter and tangy.
Bhabhi: Am I finger-licking good? (Laughs)
Pratty: Yeah!
We lost track of time. It was 7 AM, and we dressed up again. Our faces shine with the sweat of sin. I felt pity for the torture that the game kits endured as they saw us fucking each other very roughly on the couch. Kalindi glanced at the clock, and some devilish idea struck her head.
Kalindi: Pratty play alongside what I do now. Okay?
I just shook my head, pretending to understand. But I didn’t anticipate her next move.
She snatched a deck of playing cards and pulled me beside her on the sofa. Before I could say anything, I saw she had video called Anjali.
Kalindi: It’s almost 7:30 AM. Anjali might be getting ready for breakfast at her hotel. Let’s talk to her.
Pratty: Mad or what?
Just then, the screen lit up. Kalindi draped one arm casually around my shoulders. She held cards in that hand and displayed them like props in a school dance. Then she pressed her cheek to mine with a smile.
Anjali: Bhabhi! I think Pratty kept you entertained all night.
Kalindi: Oh, indeed! We played game after game and lost track of time completely. Thought we’d check on you.
Anjali: (chuckled) I never imagined such an introverted Pratty to be a wonderful host! But look at your two faces, drenched in sweat. Pratty, I see the AC was clearly forgotten by you in this heat. Don’t stay up any longer. Pratty, prepare your parents’ room for Bhabhi and blast the AC. Hey, my tour guide’s calling, bye!
The call ended. God bless Anjali and her trusting heart that had suspected nothing despite the post fuck glow radiating off us like a backlit signboard of some shop. Kalindi turned to me, eyes showing pure mischief.
Kalindi: See? Handled it like a pro. She thinks we were playing innocent board games.
I stared at her, horrified yet impressed.
Pratty: You’re insane. What were you even thinking when you called her?
Kalindi: Wanna know the real truth? I wanted to flash my shiny new medal (yeah, that’s me). To show her that right under her nose, I had thoroughly fucked her husband all night long, and she couldn’t even understand it.
This was like a foolproof crime. We collapsed into some dangerous laughter, the kind that comes only after surviving the most stupid risk of your life.
This incident is proof that the best crimes are pulled off with nothing but a smile, a deck of cards, and a cousin-in-law who plays games better than anyone. We laugh till our stomachs hurt. But honestly? Best Fry-day ever.
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