Previous Part: Wife’s sisters – Part 2
This is a continuation of the sex between Sam and Ananya.
As they lay there, panting and sweaty, Sam whispered into her ear, “Again?” Ananya could only nod, her body still buzzing with pleasure. And so, he began to move again, his cock still hard, still eager for more.
This time, he took her from behind, his hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. He kissed her there, his teeth grazing her skin, as he thrust into her. Ananya’s body was a live wire, every touch sending sparks through her veins.
They moved together. And just when Ananya thought she couldn’t take anymore, Sam whispered, “I’m going to fill you up, baby.”
Her pussy clenched around him, the thought of his cum deep inside her sending her over the edge once more. “Yes,” she begged, her voice a whispered plea. “Please, fill me up.”
And with that, Sam let go, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. Ananya felt the warmth of him flood her, a feeling that seemed to complete the connection between them. She collapsed onto the bed, her body spent. Sam pulled out, his chest heaving.
For a moment, they lay there, the only sound the heavy beat of their hearts. Then, slowly, Ananya turned to face him, her eyes searching his. “What now?” she asked the words, a soft question that hung in the air between them.
Sam took a deep breath, the reality of what they had just done sinking in. “We have to clean up before Anjali gets home,” he murmured, his voice gruff with a hint of urgency. “We can’t let her suspect anything.”
They both moved off the bed, their bodies sticky with sweat and passion. Ananya walked to the bathroom, her hips swaying slightly as she went. Sam couldn’t help but watch her, his eyes drawn to the roundness of her ass.
The thought of taking her there was intoxicating, a taboo he had never allowed himself to consider before today. In the shower, Ananya turned on the water, the spray washing over her body. Sam stepped in behind her, his cock already growing hard again at the sight of her wet skin.
He reached for the soap, lathering it in his hands before sliding it over her body, the suds clinging to her curves. As Ananya bent to rinse off, Sam’s gaze fell to her ass again. He stepped closer, his erection pressing against her.
“I’ve always wanted to taste you here,” he murmured, pointing to her ass hole, his voice low and thick with desire.
Her eyes met his in the mirror, and she bit her lip, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. “Here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Sam nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he knelt. His tongue traced a line down her spine, then around to her tight asshole. Ananya gasped as he began to lick and kiss her there, the sensation strange and exhilarating.
But it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted all of her, every part of her. “I need to be inside you,” he groaned, his voice filled with a desperation that she had never heard from him before. “Let me take you there.”
Ananya hesitated, the thought of it making her both scared and excited. But the need in Sam’s voice was undeniable, and she found herself nodding. He stood up, his cock thick and hard between them. “Turn around,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle.
Obeying, she faced the shower wall, the water cascading down her back. Sam took a moment to lube her up, his hands gentle and sure. Then, with a final look of question in her eyes, she braced herself.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching her in a way she had never felt before. Ananya’s eyes squeezed shut as she felt the pain, the sensation bordering on unbearable. She screamed, her knuckles white on the tiles of the shower.
Sam paused, his own eyes closed as he fought for control. “You okay?” he asked, his voice tight with concern.
Her nod was shaky, but she managed a whisper, “Yes.” And so, he pushed in further, the pain giving way to a burning sensation that grew with every inch.
Finally, he was all the way in. Their bodies joined in a way that seemed to complete the circuit of their desire. Ananya’s screams had turned to moans, her body adjusting to the intrusion. Sam began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate.
The pleasure grew, building from a small flame into an inferno that consumed them both. Ananya felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm building. “Sam,” she moaned, her voice a plea.
He took her hips in his hands, his movements growing more urgent. “I’m going to make you cum,” he promised, his voice a low growl. “I’m going to fill you up.”
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The fullness, the intensity, the feeling of being claimed by him in the most primal way possible. Ananya’s moans grew louder, her body shaking with the force of her climax.
Sam’s strokes grew more forceful, his grip on her hips tightening. He could feel her body tightening around him, the muscles of her ass contracting with every thrust. Her moans grew more desperate, her voice a symphony of pleasure that spurred him on.
He watched in the mirror as his cock disappeared into her, the sight of it making him want her even more. He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub it in time with his strokes. Ananya’s body jerked with each touch, her cries growing more frantic.
The water from the shower washed over them, mixing with their sweat, creating a slick sheen that only added to the sensation. Sam felt himself getting closer, the pressure in his balls building to a crescendo. He knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.
With one final, powerful thrust, he came, filling her with his cum. Ananya’s body went rigid, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her pussy clenched around his cock, her ass squeezing him tightly.
They stood there for a moment, their bodies trembling, their breathing ragged. The only sound in the room was the pattern of water on the tiles. Then, slowly, Ananya turned to face him, a smile playing on her lips. “That was…” she began, but the words trailed off as she looked into his eyes.
The guilt was back, a cold reminder of what they had done. But it was mixed with something else, something that neither of them could ignore. A connection that was stronger than any vow or promise they had ever made.
They kissed, a kiss filled with passion and regret. It was a kiss that said more than any words ever could. A kiss that was a silent promise to explore this newfound love, no matter the cost.
As they stepped out of the shower, the cold air hit their bodies, a stark contrast to the heat of their passion. Sam wrapped a towel around Ananya, his eyes never leaving hers. “We can’t tell anyone,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of fear and determination.
Ananya nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I know,” she said, her voice barely a murmur. “But we can’t ignore this either.” Both went to bed and cuddled for the rest of the evening.
As the day grew late, Ananya knew she had to leave. She couldn’t stay here, not like this. But as she pulled on her clothes, she found herself looking at Sam with a mix of longing and regret. He was her sister’s husband, but now, he was so much more.
“I’ll see you soon,” she whispered, her eyes filled with a sadness that tugged at his heart.
Sam nodded, his own eyes haunted by the ghosts of their actions. “Too soon,” he murmured, knowing that every moment apart would be torture.
They shared one final kiss, a kiss that said goodbye and hello all at once. And as Ananya left, Sam knew that he was in too deep to turn back now.
The drive home was a blur, Ananya’s mind racing with the events of the day. She knew what she had done was wrong. But she couldn’t ignore the warmth that spread through her body, the feeling of being truly alive again. It had been so long since she had felt this way, and it terrified her.
When Ananya arrived at her own house, she found Nish sitting in the living room, engrossed in a book under the warm glow of the lamp. His glasses sat low on his nose, and he looked up with a smile when he heard the door open.
“Hey,” he said, setting the book aside and standing to greet her. “How was your day?” Ananya forced a smile, hoping the guilt wasn’t written all over her face. “It was fine,” she said, her voice sounding more casual than she felt. “How was yours?”
Nish shrugged. “The usual. Work, dinner, a bit of reading.” They went through the motions of their evening routine, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. Ananya couldn’t bring herself to tell him about Sam, about the way her body had responded to his touch.
It felt like a betrayal, even though she had done nothing but accept the comfort that was offered to her. They sat down for dinner, the silence between them heavy with unspoken words. Ananya picked up her food. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying every moment with Sam.
Nish, oblivious to the turmoil in her heart, talked about his day. His eyes lit up when he spoke about a new project at work. After dinner, they kissed goodnight, a kiss that was sweet and gentle but lacked the fire that had consumed Ananya just hours ago.
As she climbed into bed, she felt the weight of her secret pressing down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. She knew she had to tell Nish, had to come clean before it was too late. But she also knew that telling him would change everything.
It would shatter the life they had built together, the future they had planned. And so, she lay there, the darkness of the room her only confidant. She wondered if the price of love was too high to pay.
The next week passed in a blur of stolen glances and awkward conversations. Ananya and Sam danced around the elephant in the room. They both knew that their relationship had changed. They couldn’t go back to the way things were before.
The tension was palpable whenever they were together, a silent reminder of the lines they had crossed. Anjali, oblivious to the storm brewing under the surface, was lost in the whirlwind of wedding planning. She chattered on about dresses and flowers, about the guest list and the menu. Her excitement was infectious.
Ananya forced herself to participate. Her heart was aching with every detail she knew she would never share with her sister. The guilt was a constant companion. Whispering in her ear that she was a terrible person for falling in love with the man who was about to become her sister’s husband.
But every time she saw Sam, she felt the pull. The undeniable connection had grown stronger with every passing day. They found themselves looking for excuses to be alone, their bodies craving the touch of the other. It was a dangerous game they played.
A dance of desire that threatened to shatter their world at any moment. One evening, Anjali was out with her friends for a pre-wedding party. Ananya found herself in the kitchen with Sam. The air was thick with tension, their eyes locking as they both reached for the same dish.
His hand brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She knew that she couldn’t resist him much longer. With trembling hands, she turned to face him, her eyes searching his for any sign of regret. But what she saw there only made her heart race faster.
Desire, need, love—it was all there, written plainly in the lines of his face. And before she could think better of it, Ananya was in his arms. Her mouth was pressed against his in a kiss that was desperate and hungry.
They stumbled back to the living room, tearing at each other’s clothes. The need to be skin-to-skin overwhelmed them. The couch was their sanctuary, a place where they could forget the world outside and lose themselves in each other.
Sam’s hands roamed her body, his touch setting her nerves alight with every stroke. As they made love, Ananya couldn’t help but think of the future. The wedding was just months away. It was a countdown to the day when she would have to watch her sister marry the man she is fucking.
But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the man who held her in his arms. Their lovemaking grew more frantic. Their bodies moved together as if they were trying to hold onto something that was slipping through their fingers.
Ananya felt the beginnings of her climax. She whispered his name, the sound of it a benediction on her lips. Sam’s release was close, his hips pumping into her with a desperation that mirrored her own. And when it cum, it was like a dam breaking, the flood of sensation washing over them both.
They lay there, tangled in the blankets, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding. Ananya pulled away from Sam, her eyes filled with a sadness that he couldn’t miss. “We can’t keep doing this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As the night grew darker, Ananya dressed slowly. Her mind was racing with thoughts of what they had done and what was to come. She knew that she had to tell Nish, had to be honest with the man she had promised to love and cherish. But the words stuck in her throat, the fear of losing him too great.
In the weeks that followed, Ananya and Sam found themselves sneaking around more often. Their stolen moments of passion became a twisted form of normalcy. They had become fuck buddies, bound by the thrill of their illicit affair and the unspoken promise to keep their secret.
Their encounters grew bolder, the fear of being caught adding spice to their lovemaking that neither could deny. They stole kisses in shadowy corners. Their hands sought each other’s bodies in the quiet moments when the house was still.
It was a dance of deceit, a silent agreement to indulge in their desires without the burden of consequences. One evening, as Ananya served dinner, she caught Nish watching her with a contented smile. “What is it?” she asked, her heart racing.
“I don’t know,” he said, taking a bite of his food. “You just seem… happier.”
Her cheeks flushed with guilt; she busied herself with serving the meal. “Do I?” she said, her voice light.
“Yeah,” Nish said, his eyes lingering on her. “And it’s nice. Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”
The words were like a knife to the heart, a twisted form of approval that she hadn’t sought but now craved. At that moment, she realized that her increased affection for Nish was a byproduct of her time with Sam, a way to ease her conscience.
The wedding planning continued, and Ananya found herself smiling more often. Her eyes shone with a newfound light that Anjali mistook for excitement. “You’re glowing,” she said one evening as they sat side by side, going over the seating arrangements.
Ananya’s smile was brittle, her heart a heavyweight in her chest. “It’s just I am really excited for your wedding,” she said, her voice strained. “They bring out the best in people.”
Anjali beamed, her eyes sparkling with happiness. “I know it’s going to be perfect,” she said.
As the days turned into weeks, Ananya’s love for Nish grew alongside her lust for Sam. It was a strange, twisted tapestry of emotions that she couldn’t unravel. She found herself craving Nish’s gentle touch, his soft words of love.
Yet, when she was with Sam, it was as if the very air around them was charged with electricity. Every touch was a spark as they fucked with a passion that was both desperate and fierce. Their bodies collide as if trying to become one.
Sam knew every inch of her, every button to push to make her scream his name. Ananya revelled in the feeling of being wanted, of being filled by a man who knew her body better than she did.
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