Hello once again, fellow readers of XIS. I have received much appreciation and compliments on my previous real-life and fictional stories. I’m delighted, and I thank everyone for their response.
In this story, I would like to continue with my real life. I request you kindly go through my first story to understand the continuation of this story better.
For the impatient ones, I’ll give you a recap. I’m Maya Rathore from Gwalior MP. I was born in 1996 as the younger of two daughters. My sister Divya is married and lives in Indore. I got married in 2018 at 22 years of age to Anil. It was an arranged marriage.
My husband couldn’t sexually satisfy me. So, in my desperate search, I found a lover in my jethji, Rakesh bhaisaab. Since the previous story’s events, Rakesh bhaisaab and I have enjoyed a mutually satisfying extramarital relationship.
The eventful night of Oct 16, 2018, changed my life. Neither Rakesh bhaisaab nor I looked back ever since that night. We meticulously planned and had our private soirees unbeknownst to the rest of our family. We would enjoy each other’s bodies at least once every fortnight.
This continued seamlessly till March 2020. Like the rest of the world, the pandemic and lockdowns changed our lives. With everyone at home staying indoors, it became extremely difficult for Rakesh bhaisaab and me to find any privacy.
Frustrated with the lack of opportunity and desperate to satisfy our sexual desires, we undertook some risk. We tried to have a quickie once or twice. But, we were always disturbed by someone or the other and were never successful.
Rakesh bhaisaab at least had his wife cool his heat. On the other hand, I resorted to fingering myself because Anil still could not satisfy me. With the prolonged lockdown and increasing sexual frustration, I became very annoyed. My mood was down. My situation worsened as time passed.
In my conservative household, there were constant house chores without house help (because of the pandemic). With the never-ending monotonous routine, my life had become very sad. It had been months since I stepped out, and I felt like I was in prison.
Then in September 2020, one evening, I received a call from my sister Divya. She was pregnant then. She lived with her husband, Vijay, in Indore, away from family. After the usual exchange of pleasantries, Divya didi told me why she had called.
There were certain complications in her pregnancy, and she was advised not to undertake any strenuous activity. Further, they didn’t want to hire a household due to the pandemic. She asked whether I could live with her until her delivery to help around. Didi and jiju didn’t want to trouble any of their parents.
My first thought was annoyance, as going there would mean doing all the household chores alone. I was reluctant to say yes. But a few seconds later, it hit me that my sibling needed my help, and I agreed. I told her I didn’t mind coming but had to confirm with the family.
Divya didi was elated at my acceptance and told me that Vijay jiju would talk to Anil and the family. As I had mentioned in the previous story, Anil and Vijay jiju are distant relatives. Anil got a call within a few minutes, and Vijay jiju explained the situation.
Anil agreed to it without hesitation, and they started working out the logistics. While Anil and jiju were on the phone, it struck me that this was an opportunity for Rakesh bhaisaab and me. I quickly messaged him and told him about the situation.
I was hoping Rakesh bhaisaab would hatch a plan in which he would be the one to drop me in Indore. En route, we could satiate our desires of the flesh. Before Rakesh bhaisaab could respond, Anil finished his call with Vijay jiju. He said that Vijay jiju would come and pick me up over the weekend.
I was still hoping Rakesh bhaisaab would figure something out. But Anil went downstairs and announced to everyone that Vijay jiju was coming and picking me up over the weekend.
Rakesh bhaisaab had still not seen my messages. My hope of having sex with Rakesh bhaisaab faded away. Me going to Didi’s house in Indore would mean a couple of months away from Rakesh bhaisaab.
Supriya didi (Rakesh bhaisaab’s wife) was the only person more upset than me about this arrangement. It meant that the burden of the entire household chores fell on her alone. I felt bad for her, but I was still upset that she got to have sex with Rakesh bhaisaab.
Later that night, Rakesh bhaisaab replied to my messages from earlier in the day. He was sorry that he hadn’t seen the messages in time and could not plan something. He assured me he would come to Indore under some pretext, and we would be together. Seeing the possibility of it, I became overjoyed.
I was more cheerful about going to Indore ever since Rakesh bhaisaab’s reassurance. The next few days, Supriya didi swamped me with work. I, however, didn’t complain as it was just a matter of a few days.
Vijay jiju would leave Indore by car on Saturday afternoon and reach Gwalior at night. He would stay over on Saturday. On Sunday, after breakfast, we would leave to reach Indore by evening. Due to the pandemic, we have decided against the use of public transport.
Vijay jiju arrived at our house late, around 10 pm on Saturday. He met with the family briefly, ate dinner and went to sleep as he was tired from the long drive. All of us retired to our rooms.
I had packed my belongings for the lengthy stay at Indore earlier in the day. But I decided to recheck everything once again. While I was doing so, Anil came up behind me and hugged me. He was being sweet and romantic. He started playing with my hair and kissing me.
Anil: Maya, I’ll miss you so much. You’re going away for so long.
I realised he was horny and wanted to make love. I decided to do my duty as his wife and played along. But first, I decided to tease him and played hard to get.
Me: You agreed to send me away when Vijay jiju asked you. You should have thought about it then.
I pushed him away in a playful manner and returned to check my luggage. I could sense that Anil was desperate to have sex. My playing hard to get was annoying him.
Anil: I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry, Maya.
Me: Hopefully, you will learn your lesson. Don’t agree to send away your wife for so long in future.
Anil: Yeah. Yeah. I won’t. Now come here.
He held out his arms, inviting me to embrace him. I ignored his gesture and continued to look around. I was done checking but wanted to toy with him.
Anil: (with a little annoyance) Hello, madam. If anything, I’m doing a favour for your sister. Your sister is pregnant.
Me: (laughing) Alright. It’s a good thing you agreed. Poor Divya didi.
I gave in and went and hugged him.
Me: I’ll miss you too, honey.
Anil then held my face and planted a kiss on my lips. We then started to make out and feel each other’s bodies. In no time, we removed each other’s clothes completely naked.
As I had mentioned in the previous story, Anil is a good kisser, and his oral skills are pretty good too. It’s his capacity after penetration that is a huge disappointment.
After a passionate makeout session, Anil started to go down on me. He then started to suck on my clit and finger my pussy. I forced him to continue with it till I orgasmed. Satisfied with my climax, I moved on to give Anil a handjob.
Once his penis became fully erect and hard, he started to fuck me. But, as always, he was done in less than two minutes and came inside me. I was used to it by now and faked an orgasm. We then went to sleep.
The next morning, there was a lot of the hustle and bustle. We had to leave as early as possible. Moreover, Divya Didi’s friend would leave in the afternoon, and she would be alone. So we had to cover the 8-hour journey from Gwalior to Indore at the earliest.
Anil brought my luggage of two suitcases and a handbag downstairs just before breakfast. Anil, Vijay jiju, Maaji and I sat down for breakfast while Supriya didi served us. Rakesh bhaisaab said that he would eat later.
While eating, I noticed Rakesh bhaisaab from the corner of my eyes standing near the staircase. I looked at him. When our eyes met, he gestured to me to come upstairs. I nodded my head. I quickly finished breakfast and got up.
Everyone else was still eating, and I took the opportunity to go upstairs. I told Anil that I had left my phone upstairs. I went up and started looking for Rakesh bhaisaab. He wasn’t in his room. I was walking towards my room when the guest door opened, and I was pulled inside. It was Rakesh bhaisaab.
Rakesh: Oh, Maya. I’m going to miss you so much. We haven’t had time to ourselves over the past few months. But now, I won’t even be able to see you.
Me: Rakesh. Sweetheart. I have been longing for your touch for a long time. I didn’t expect to not see you for so long either. I’ll miss you a lot more.
We then embraced each other and started kissing. Rakesh bhaisaab ran his hands over my butt cheeks and squeezed them. He then rubbed my boobs over my saree. He pushed me against the wall and increased the intensity of his kissing.
For a brief time, we were lost in each other’s embrace. We were enjoying our makeout session. I started to rub his crotch over his pants. The bulge in his pants started to grow big.
Just then, Anil called out to me from downstairs. Reality struck the both of us, and we let go of each other. I called out, saying that I would be down in a minute.
Me: Rakesh, my love, I have to go now. I’ll miss you. But don’t worry. We still have our sexting.
Rakesh: I’ll miss you more.
He then held me once more and planted a kiss on my lips. I turned around to go.
Rakesh: I’ll plan something and meet you in Indore.
Me: I can’t wait.
With that little exchange, I went to my room, picked up my phone and purse and went down. Anil had already loaded the luggage into Vijay jiju’s car, and everyone was waiting for me.
I quickly said my goodbyes to the family and took Maaji’s blessings. Just then, Rakesh bhaisaab also joined us. He, too, wished me well. Vijay jiju was already in the driver’s seat. I sat down next to him upfront, and we drove off.
My sister, Divya, married Vijay jiju when I was in my third year at DU. He’s two years older than my sister, making him five years older than me. Ever since their wedding, Jiju and I have had a cordial relationship. There has always been some playful banter between us.
Similarly, we spent the initial journey joking around and making small talk. Once we hit the highway, I took over the aux and played music. By the time we reached Guna, it was lunchtime. We stopped at The City Deck for lunch.
While Jiju went to find us a table, I went into the washroom. My marital household is very conservative, and I have to wear traditional Indian clothing strictly. So, I left the house wearing a saree with a medium-length blouse and a traditional conservative drape.
I was carrying a pair of more casual clothing in my handbag. I changed out of my saree. I wore a pair of jeans and put on a white peplum short-sleeved top. I removed my bangles and mangalsutra and safely put them in my purse. I then splashed water over my face, wiping away my sindoor and bindi.
I put away all my clothes and accessories into my handbag. I then added some lip gloss and moisturiser to my face. Happy with how I looked, I came out of the washroom. Jiju had found a table for two at the far corner. I joined him. As I sat before him, he looked at me, amused.
Jiju: Arre wah Maya. What is this Parvati turns Poo makeover? Should I tell Anil about this?
Me: Oh, stop it, jiju. This is more comfortable. Who wants to wear a saree all day? You try wearing it. Nightmare. Plus, Anil knows this is how I dress when we’re out. Because of how conservative your relatives are, I have to be like that.
Jiju: Hahaha. Okay. I am not conservative. Why are you shouting at me? You look nice, by the way.
Me: I know. I know. My sister is so lucky. Also, thank you, jiju. You’re very sweet.
Just then, the waiter stopped by to take our order. We finished placing the order.
Waiter: Anything to drink for you and your wife, sir?
Both jiju and I looked at each other and gave a smile. I shook my head.
Jiju: Nothing. Just a bottle of water. Thank you.
The waiter nodded and left to get our order. As soon as he left, we both started laughing.
Me: Wait till didi hears that people think you’re my husband.
Jiju: What will she do? They aren’t wrong. Haven’t you heard, ‘Saali aadhi gharwali’?
Jiju had a naughty smirk on his face as he said that. I was taken aback by his statement.
Me: (shocked) Stop it, Jiju. I’m going to tell didi you’re being very naughty.
Jiju: I’m just stating facts. If you’re so concerned, you should have corrected the waiter. Why did you stay silent?
Me: (fumbling, searching for words) Well… I… I didn’t take it seriously.
We were interrupted by the waiter who came to pour water into our glasses. We then moved on from that topic. Shortly after, our food arrived. We finished our lunch and decided to return quickly, as Divya didi was alone.
Jiju called for the bill and paid with his credit card. The waiter, while swiping the card, saw jiju’s name. He returned the card and said, Thank you, Mr and Mrs Shekhawat. Please visit us again.
Both jiju and I looked at each other, laughed and returned to the car. Within a few minutes, we were back on the highway. After the delicious meal, we drove in silence. The sun was beating down, and we put on our sunglasses. A few minutes later, jiju shook my shoulder.
Jiju: Are you asleep?
Me: No. I’ve just shut my eyes.
Jiju: Keep talking, or I might fall asleep at the wheel.
I sat upright with a jolt and a look of shock on my face.
Me: Pull over if you’re sleepy, and I’ll drive.
Jiju: I was kidding. I’m not sleepy. I’m just bored. We still have half the distance.
Me: Why did you have to drive all the way? I would have managed to come to Indore somehow.
I was then thinking about how Rakesh Bhaisaab and I could have planned a trip to Indore under the pretence of dropping me. We would have had a wonderful time together.
Jiju: How can I not come to pick up my beautiful sister-in-law? What would my wife say?
Me: Cut the drama.
Jiju: Hahah. So, had a fun time last night with Anil?
Me: (shocked) What? How did you know?
Jiju: (laughing) I didn’t. I was teasing you. But now, I know you and Anil fooled around last night.
I smacked jiju on his arm.
Me: Stop teasing me so much. I’ll tell didi.
Jiju: It was only natural. Husband and wife will be away from each other for a long time. You were bound to get dirty last night. It would be weird if you didn’t.
Me: Okay, fine. Stop it. Let’s talk about something else.
Jiju: It’s just sex. You’re a married couple. Why are you so awkward about it?
Jiju thought I was embarrassed to talk about sex. But in fact, I was annoyed that I hadn’t had good sex in a long time. And now, being away from Rakesh bhaisaab, it didn’t look like I would get good sex soon.
We made it to Indore by evening with similar banter and nonsense talks. The sun was setting when we reached the city limits. A young boy was selling flowers at a traffic signal in Indore. He came and tapped the window on jiju’s side. Jiju waved him away, indicating he didn’t want to buy.
Boy: Sir, please buy the flowers. They are beautiful. Give them to your beautiful wife.
He was pointing at me. I blushed and smiled.
Boy: Sir, see. Your wife likes flowers. Give them to her. Just Rs. 50 for 5 roses. Madam, please ask your husband to buy them.
At this point, I started laughing. Jiju, finding it amusing, rolled down the window and handed the boy Rs. 100 note and asked for a dozen roses. The boy happily agreed to the bargain.
Boy: Thank you, sir. May god bless you both. Such a wonderful couple!
Just then, the signal turned green, and we drove off. We reached the house 10 minutes later. He handed me the roses.
Jiju: Half for my wife inside and a half for my half-wife.
He then winked at me. I hit him with the roses.
Jiju: Ow. It hurts. Go inside. I’ll bring your luggage.
I picked up my handbag and roses, went to the door, and rang the bell. Divya didi opened the door, and I hugged her. We then walked inside, and jiju followed shortly after with my suitcases.
Me: Wow, didi. You’re huge.
Divya didi was 7 months pregnant at that time.
Didi: Yeah. Yeah. You get pregnant. Then we’ll see. Nobody tells you the agony of carrying a baby.
Jiju: It can’t be that difficult. (Starts laughing)
Didi: You don’t talk. You did this to me. Not that difficult, it seems. I’ll smack you.
I joined jiju in laughing. Didi gave the both of us an angry look, and we stopped. Jiju went and kept my luggage in the guest room. I freshened up and went to the kitchen to make tea for everyone.
The rest of the evening was spent catching up between us sisters. Jiju left us to ourselves. Around 7 pm, Jiju came to the living room and said he would order dinner from outside. I didn’t object.
We had our dinner and slept by around 10 pm as jiju had office the next day. Didi and jiju went into their bedroom. I retired to the guest room, which had become my room.
I spoke with Anil for a short while. Then, I checked to see if Rakesh bhaisaab was awake. He was. We sexted for a while, with both of us sending photos.
While sending the photos, I realised I had neglected to groom my private body parts. I made a mental note to do so the next day. By around 11-11.30, I fell asleep.
The next day passed without any events. Like clockwork, I got done with the household chores. While bathing, I removed the body hair and groomed the nether regions. The rest of the day was spent gossiping, catching up and watching TV.
Jiju came home at around 6.30. I opened the door and welcomed him. Since didi wasn’t supposed to strain herself, I did all the things didi would do, like giving him a glass of water, taking his bag inside, giving him a towel etc.
After jiju freshened up, he entered the living room and sat with didi. I gave them some privacy and went into the kitchen. I started preparing dinner.
After dinner, I cleaned up and finished the chores. Jiju offered to help me, but I refused. Like the previous night, we decided to go to bed early. I was hoping to catch Rakesh bhaisaab free for another round of sexting.
Jiju locked the house and shut the lights while I filled the water bottles. Didi had by then gone to the bedroom. I dropped a bottle of water in didi’s room, wished both of them goodnight, and entered my room.
Later, as I was finishing my nighttime skincare routine, I heard a knock on my door.
Didi: Are you asleep?
I rushed to the door and opened it. Didi was standing outside.
Me: Why did you come? You should have called me. Come in. Sit down.
Didi walked in slowly, holding her belly and sat down on the bed.
Didi: I have a favour to ask of you.
Me: Yes. Tell me, didi. Why the formality? Do you want a massage? Should I get a hot water bag?
Didi: No.no. Not that. (Pause) Well…
Me: Yes? Tell me.
Didi: Vijay and I used to have sex at least three-four times a week.
Me: Okay, stop. Why are you telling me that?
Didi: Just hear me out.
I kept quiet while didi spoke.
Didi: As I said, your jiju and I had sex quite frequently. My getting pregnant did not change that. But, due to the complications, the doctor advised us not to have sex since I hit five months.
Didi: As a substitute, I gave him oral sex or a hand job whenever he became horny. But, since a fortnight ago, I have been unable to do that properly either because of the pregnancy.
At this moment, I was wondering where this was going. Why was Divya didi telling me all this? We had never shared our sexual activities before.
Didi: But a man has his needs. Especially a man as sexually charged as your jiju.
My eyes widened upon hearing those words. Didi continued.
Didi: How long can I expect him to curtail his desires? He jerks off. But I know he needs more. I am afraid he may succumb to his natural desires and find other ways to fulfil his needs.
Me: Don’t worry, didi. Jiju loves you. He would never do anything like that. It’s just a matter of a few months.
Didi: I can’t bear to see him sexually frustrated. I want him to be happy. I want to see his desires fulfilled and his needs met. As his wife, it is my duty to take care of his needs.
Me: What are you trying to say, didi?
This story will be continued.
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