Hi ISS readers, This is a continuation of the wife’s Sisters series. Please do read previous part: Wife’s Sisters – Part 5 if you haven’t.
Priya raced to her room. She shut the door behind her, leaning against it momentarily, her body shaking with the weight of what had just happened.
In the bathroom, she peeled off the dress and tossed it into the hamper. The mirror reflected back an image she didn’t recognize. Her hair was a wild mess, her makeup smudged, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her eyes fell to her breasts, the red marks standing out against her skin. Seeing them made her stomach turn, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. She touched one tentatively, feeling the heat of his brand on her flesh. It was a claim she hadn’t wanted, a claim that didn’t belong to her.
With trembling hands, she turned on the shower, the water scalding hot. She stepped under the spray, letting it wash away the evidence of their union. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn’t cleanse herself of the guilt. It clung to her like a second skin, a constant reminder of her betrayal.
As the water washed over her, she felt the tears begin to fall. They were hot and bitter, a salty mix of pain and regret. She had crossed a line, one that she could never come back from. The taste of his cum was still on her tongue, a reminder of the pleasure she had felt, the pleasure she had stolen.
Drying off quickly, she slipped into a robe and walked back into the room, her thoughts racing. Her eyes fell on the discarded dress As she approached the door, she heard the sound of footsteps in the hall. She froze, her heart racing. It was Ananya, her sister’s voice unmistakable. She was talking to Anjali, their laughter floating through the crack in the door like a taunt.
As the night wore on, she tried to act normally, mingling with the guests, her smile plastered on like a mask. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of Sam’s touch, the taste of him on her lips. Every glance in his direction sent a shiver down her spine. She could see the excitement in his eyes, the anticipation for the rendezvous that would never happen.
As the clock ticked closer to 10 PM, Ananya sailed over to Sam, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “Remember, my love, my room at ten. We have unfinished business.” Sam’s eyes lit up, his confusion momentarily forgotten in the heat of Ananya’s words. He nodded, a thrill running through him at the thought of what was to come.
But as Ananya walked away, her confident smile slipping back into place, Sam couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. The way she had felt earlier, the way she had responded to his touch – it had been… different. The kisses had been softer, the touches more tentative. It was as if she was holding something back, something she hadn’t been before.
As he made his way to the bar, he found himself replaying the encounter in his mind, searching for any clue that would explain the sudden change in his lover’s demeanor. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about her had felt… off. It was as if he was seeing Ananya through a foggy lens, the edges of her sharpness blurred by something he couldn’t quite grasp.
The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t Ananya he had just been with. The scar on her stomach, the way her hair fell over her shoulders, the way she had looked at him in the mirror – it was all wrong. He felt like he was gripping onto the edge of a cliff, the truth just out of reach, threatening to pull him into an abyss he wasn’t ready to face.
As he navigated through the guests, his eyes fell upon Priya. She was standing with a group of friends, her yellow lehenga hugging her petite frame in a way that left little to the imagination. Her breasts, smaller than Ananya’s, were pert and round, like two ripe lemons, and her stomach was flat and bare, a canvas for the gold belt that cinched her waist.
But it was the scar on her stomach that caught Sam’s attention. It was faint, partially obscured by the fabric of her dress, but he knew it was there. He had noticed it before, of course, a small imperfection that only served to make her more beautiful in his eyes. Yet now, as he stared at it, his heart racing, it felt like a neon sign blinking ‘imposter’ in the dark.
He needed to find Ananya, to confront her about what had happened, to demand the truth. But as he approached, the fabric of Priya’s lehanga shifted, revealing the scar more fully. And in that moment, he knew.
The realization hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. The girl he had just been with, in the room 305, the girl he had thought was Ananya, was actually Priya. His mind reeled, trying to piece together the puzzle that had been laid out before him. The kisses, the way she had moved, it had all been wrong.
Panic clawed at his chest, the weight of his actions settling on his shoulders like a heavy cloak. He had taken Priya’s virginity, thinking she was Ananya.
He stumbled away from the dance floor, his hand shaking as he reached for his drink. The whiskey burned his throat, but it didn’t dull the pain that grew with every passing second. He had to find her, had to explain, had to make it right.
But as he scanned the room, he couldn’t find Priya anywhere. She had vanished into the throng of guests, leaving him alone with his guilt. The air grew thick with anticipation as the time approached for his rendezvous with Ananya. But now, the thought of it filled him with dread. It was then that he felt a gentle hand on his arm, spinning him around. His heart skipped a beat as he looked into Priya’s eyes, the same eyes that had been filled with such passion just moments ago. “Sam,” she said, her voice a soft whisper, “why are you drinking so much?”
He stared at her, the lie on the tip of his tongue. But it was no use. He couldn’t hide from the truth anymore. He had to tell her, had to make her understand what had happened. “Priya,” he began, his voice hoarse with emotion, “I need to talk to you.”
Her eyes searched his, a hint of fear flickering in their depths. She knew. He could see it in the way she held herself, the way she clutched the fabric of her dress. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“Your scar,” he said, his own voice barely above a whisper. “How did you get it?”
Priya’s hand flew to her stomach, her eyes widening in horror. “It’s from an appendectomy,” she replied, her voice a mere thread of sound. “When I was 15.”
Sam’s eyes never left hers as he took another sip of his drink, the alcohol doing little to dull the shock. “I know,” he said finally. “I’ve seen it before.”
The room around them grew silent, as if the very air was holding its breath. The music and the laughter faded into the background as they stood there, frozen in time. “What do you mean?” she whispered.
“In the room 305,” he said, his voice thick with regret. “I felt it when we were… together.”
Priya’s hand fell away from her scar, her eyes filling with unshed tears. The truth was out. “Sam,” she began, her voice shaking, “I can explain.”
But he didn’t let her. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. “You don’t have to,” he murmured. “I know what happened. And I know it’s all my fault.”
The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the icy coldness spreading through her veins. “It’s not just your fault,” she managed to say, her voice a mere whisper. “I let it happen. I wanted it.”
He searched her face, his own filled with a tumult of emotions – anger, lust, regret, confusion. “But why?” he demanded, his grip tightening. “Why did you pretend to be Ananya?”
With a heavy sigh, he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “Priya,” he whispered, “this changes everything.”
The tension in the air was palpable, the weight of their shared secret a heavy burden. Priya nodded, the tears finally spilling over her lashes. “I know,” she said. “But we can’t tell anyone.”
He pulled back, his eyes searching hers. “What do we do now?”
Her voice was barely above a murmur, the words she spoke a whispered promise. “We pretend it never happened,” she said. “For everyone else’s sake.”
Priya took a deep, shaky breath. “I found Ananya’s note,” she confessed, her eyes downcast. “I wanted to know what was going on between you two, so I… I put on her dress and went to the room.” Her voice trembled with the weight of her admission.
Sam’s mind raced. So it had been innocent curiosity that had led her to him. He could understand that, even as the guilt of his own actions settled like a dark cloud over him. “What now?” he asked, his voice a mere rasp.
Priya looked up at him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “We keep it between us,” she said firmly. “We can’t let anyone know, especially Anjali.”
Sam nodded, his heart heavy with the gravity of their situation. “How was it with me?” he asked tentatively, the question hanging in the air like a weighted blanket.
Her cheeks flushed, and she dropped her gaze to the floor. “It was… intense,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. “But it’s not something I ever wanted to happen, not like this.”
Priya took a deep breath, her eyes searching his. “Sam,” she whispered, “I’ve always had feelings for you. But I never thought… never imagined it would come to this.”
The room around them grew hazier as Sam’s mind reeled with the gravity of her confession. “Priya,” he murmured, his heart pounding in his chest. “I had no idea.”
Her eyes met his again, filled with a mix of hope and despair. “Do you still plan to meet Ananya at ten?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sam took a deep breath, the weight of his words pressing down on him like a mountain. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I’m tired, Priya.”
Her gaze searched his, understanding dawning. “Because of what we did,” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
He nodded, his hand sliding down to rest on her shoulder, the heat of her skin searing his fingertips. “But I made a promise,” he said, his voice heavy with regret. “I have to go.”
Sam sighed, the weight of his words as heavy as the silence that enveloped them. “What we did was a mistake,” he said. “We can’t let it happen again.”
The room felt like it was closing in on her, the walls pressing in until she couldn’t breathe. “But you enjoyed it,” she said, her voice a desperate plea. “I know you did.”
He took a step back, his hand falling away. “It’s complicated,” he said, his voice gruff. “But you’re right. You can’t expect me to go to Ananya like this.”
Her eyes lit up with hope, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. “Then let me help you,” she offered, her voice soft. “Let me make it right.”
Sam stared at her, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. “What are you saying?”
Priya took a deep breath, her chin tilting up in a show of courage. “Let me… help you get ready for Ananya,” she said, her voice steady. “I’ll make sure you have the energy for her.”
The idea was ludicrous, but also oddly tempting. He searched her face, looking for any sign of deceit. But all he saw was raw determination. “How?” he asked, his voice a harsh whisper.
Her smile was small, but filled with promise. “Let’s go back to the room,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “I’ll show you.”
With trembling hands, she led him through the maze of the hotel, her heart racing with every step. When they reached the door to his suite, she paused, her hand on the handle. “We’ll take a quick shower,” she said. “It’ll wake you up.”
He nodded, his mind racing with the implications of what was about to happen. As they stepped into the steamy embrace of the shower, she lathered him up with gentle hands, her eyes never leaving his. He couldn’t help but feel a spark of arousal as her touch skimmed over his skin, a silent apology and a promise all rolled into one.
But when she turned to face him, her own body bare and gleaming with water, he was struck dumb by her beauty. The scar on her stomach was a stark reminder of their deception, but it only made her more alluring, a secret shared only between them. Her breasts were small and firm, the rosy tips peaked with arousal, and her hips flared out in a way that made him ache to claim her all over again.
As the water washed away the soap, it also seemed to wash away the last of his inhibitions. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding over her body, relearning every inch of her. The way she gasped as he touched her, the way she leaned into his embrace – it was intoxicating.
Yet, as they stepped out of the shower and she wrapped a towel around her body, her eyes never leaving his, Sam knew he was in too deep to turn back now. The taste of her was still on his tongue, her scent still in his nostrils. He was a man caught in the throes of a passion he hadn’t known existed.
They dressed in silence, the weight of their secret heavy in the air. Priya’s eyes searched his, looking for answers he didn’t have. “I’ll make sure Ananya doesn’t suspect anything,” she said finally, her voice a soft whisper.
Sam nodded, the gravity of the situation settling on him like a shroud. “Thank you,” he murmured. “For everything.”
And yet, as he approached Ananya’s room, the image of Priya’s naked body was burned into his retinas. The thought of her, of what they had just done, made his heart race and his palms sweat. He knew he had to keep this from her, had to protect her from the pain and humiliation that would come if she ever found out.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the performance of a lifetime.
“Priya,” Sam whispered, his voice thick with a need that went beyond physical desire. “Come with me to Ananya’s room.”
Her eyes widened with shock, the towel still clutched around her body. “What? Why?”
“I need you there,” he said, his voice urgent. “It’ll make me… perform better.”
The color drained from Priya’s cheeks as understanding dawned. He wanted her to watch him with Ananya. It was a twisted idea, but it made a strange sort of sense in the tumult of their situation. Her voice was shaky, but she nodded. “Okay,” she murmured, slipping into the dress she had worn earlier, the one that had started it all. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this, but for some reason, she couldn’t say no.
They made their way to Ananya’s room, the hallway a blur of anticipation and fear. When they arrived, Sam took a moment to compose himself before entering Ananya’s room.
With a deep breath, he punched in the access code, the door clicking open to reveal Ananya’s silhouette in the bathroom, the light casting a soft glow on her bare skin as she applied her makeup. She was completely oblivious to the drama unfolding outside her door, her laughter from a phone conversation echoing off the walls.
Sam’s eyes darted to Priya, gesturing for her to stay hidden in the shadows. She nodded, her heart racing as she pressed herself into the corner. He stepped inside, the door closing with a soft snick that seemed to resonate in the quiet of the room.
“Sam!” Ananya squealed, spinning around with a smile that faded when she saw the look on his face. He gestured for her to be quiet, his eyes flicking towards the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” she whispered, her hand dropping from the phone to her side.
He couldn’t find the words, his mind racing with the reality of what he was about to do. But Priya’s presence in the room was a silent reminder of the deception that had brought him here. “Nothing,” he forced out, his voice sounding unnaturally calm. “I just wanted to be sure we had some privacy.”
Ananya’s smile returned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Of course,” she purred, moving closer to him. “Now, where were we?”
Her arms slid around his neck, and Sam felt his resolve waver. But then he heard the rustle of fabric from the corner of the room, a soft sound that was like a siren’s call to his senses. He knew Priya was there, watching, and the thought of her eyes on them only served to heighten his arousal.
With a gentle push, he guided Ananya towards the bed, his hands roaming over her body as they kissed. The scent of her perfume mingled with the faint hint of Priya’s soap from their recent shower, a heady combination that made his head spin.
Sam’s hands grew more insistent, his kisses more demanding as Ananya eagerly responded. But it was Priya’s gasp that sent him over the edge, her hand slipping beneath the towel to caress her own skin. The sight of her touching herself, watching him with Ananya, was too much to bear.
With a groan, he pulled away from Ananya’s embrace, his eyes locked on Priya’s reflection. “I need you,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.
But before she could say anything more, Sam was on her, his mouth claiming hers in a fiery kiss that left no room for protest. His hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down in one swift movement. It pooled at her feet, revealing her naked body, glowing in the soft light of the hotel room.
Priya watched from the shadows, her own hand slipping between her legs. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but the sight of Sam with Ananya was too much to resist. The guilt was a living thing inside her, but the desire was stronger, a ravenous beast that demanded to be fed.
They moved together, their bodies a tapestry of passion and deceit. Ananya’s eyes rolled back in her head as she climaxed, her nails raking down Sam’s back. He watched her in the mirror, the sight of her pleasure only serving to drive him further into the depths of his own.
But it was Priya’s reflection that held him captive, her own hand moving rhythmically between her legs, her eyes glazed with lust. He reached back, his hand finding her wetness, his thumb brushing over her clit in time with his thrusts.
Her gasp was loud in the quiet room, her body tensing as she reached her own peak. The sound of Ananya’s moans filled the air, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to fuel their own forbidden desires.
As Ananya shuddered beneath him, her body pulsing around his, Sam couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. He had wanted this moment with Ananya for so long, but now it felt tainted, spoiled by the lie that lay between them.
He pulled out and rolled Ananya onto her stomach, the silk sheets whispering against her skin like a lover’s caress. His hand slid down her spine, tracing the line of her back as he positioned himself behind her. Ananya’s moans grew louder as he pushed into her once more, his grip tightening on her hips.
In the mirror, Priya watched with rapt attention, her hand a blur between her legs. Her eyes never left Sam’s reflection, the sight of his muscles flexing and releasing as he claimed Ananya’s body driving her closer to the edge. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her own climax building like a storm in the quiet of the room.
Her breath grew shallow, her chest heaving as she watched Ananya’s body respond to Sam’s touch. She could see the way Ananya arched her back, begging for more, the way her hips met his thrusts with eager enthusiasm. It was a dance they had performed together countless times before, but now it felt like a betrayal.
And yet, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The sight of Sam’s strong hand guiding Ananya’s hips, the way his muscles rippled with each powerful movement – it was intoxicating. Her own hand moved in time with his, her fingertips finding her clit and circling it with a feverish intensity.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed with lust, as she watched them in the mirror. She bit her lip, her moans muffled by the sound of the water running in the shower, her body shaking with the force of her climax.
The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the slap of skin on skin, and the wet sound of their union. Ananya’s eyes were squeezed shut, lost in the sensation, oblivious to the silent spectator in the corner.
But Sam was all too aware of Priya’s presence, her soft whimpers only serving to fuel his own desire. He leaned over Ananya’s body, his hand reaching for the mirror to adjust the angle, to better watch Priya’s reactions.
The sight of Priya’s hand working furiously between her legs was almost too much to bear. Her head was thrown back, her eyes tightly shut as she reached for her own release. The sight of her, so lost in the moment, was like a drug, a siren’s call that he couldn’t ignore.
With a final, guttural groan, he emptied himself into Ananya, his body shaking with the force of his climax. But it was Priya’s name that slipped from his lips. He pulled out, his eyes never leaving Priya’s reflection.
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