The Ankita Chroniclebyindianmasala©
Hi everyone. This is Ankita Rao. The following happened to me immediately after my second marriage anniversary. Many of you may accuse me of being a worthless slut at the end of the story, but I am very devoted to my husband and we share a wonderful marriage between us.
I am from a typical middle class Indian household and I have had a good middle class education i.e. I have done masters in English and was planning on taking up a course in journalism when my parents just couldn't resist a good marriage proposal and married me to Ashish.
Ashish was my dad's colleague's son and he is a dream find. There's a proverb in Hindi that you will not find a better match even if you went out and searched with candlelight in your hand. Anyway, he was three years older than me, a successful computer engineer in his own IT consultancy. He was his college football team captain and is very handsome.
We are the perfect couple in fact. He dotes on me, cries with me in my distress and is genuinely happy to see me smile. He cooks food for me on special occasions, rubs balm on my back when I have a sprain and loves to watch movies with me snuggled in his arm. And sex... Oh that's wonderful too.
He had the excitement of a schoolboy when we started and he took seven days to break my hymen, because it hurt me when he tried and he used to withdraw. I urged him to ignore my painful cries and finally we managed to consummate our marriage on the seventh day of our married life, a couple of days after we returned from our honeymoon.
And then we went wild.. Initially we used to have sex like rabbits.
He gets up early, goes to gym daily. And then is back by seven o clock to find me usually in the bed. He would on occasions, take a bath, and then snuggle against me in the bed; myself getting up to his aftershave and cologne and then he would just make wonderful sex to me. I wouldn't be in any clothes having discarded them for the previous night of love making. He would snuggle up behind me in the spoon position, rub his fingers down my side and encircle his hand around me to get to my belly. It would be ticklish and I would be sleepy, grumpy and the giggly, he would then gently wriggle his hand through my feeble defenses and feebler protestations and gently cup my breasts one by one; by now, I would generally be wide awake and be moaning in the ecstasy of his machinations. He would roll me over, bring his mouth to my breasts and set up a wild rhythm, a rhythm that would just send me to the hinterlands! And then he would mount me and spread me. I would be all wet by now with a terrible hunger between my legs.
My body would just be involuntarily twitching and squirming and my back would arch up as his penis would touch my vagina. He is circumcised and his penis head is pink and shiny. I would buck up my hips and he would be inside my pussy. Sometimes, I would be so horny by then that I would just hit KABOOM right away! And he would just go on, torturing me and I would be laughing hysterically as he would pump me again and again and again. I would usually have cum many times in the 10-15 minutes that he would take to reach his orgasm. And he would fill me up with oodles of cream shooting right deep into my insides! I would be squirming, moaning, groaning and he would then like a rascal, start rubbing me with his hands and his fingers and this agony will go on for another ten minutes. He would then roll off me, give me a goodbye kiss and get ready for work leaving me totally wasted on the bed.
Some days he would drag me out of the bed into the bathroom and he would enter me from behind the shower water falling on my bare back! Oh what a sensation it is!
We used to have sex like 3-4 times in a day for about the first two months, 2 times for the next one year and now we do it almost every day. The initial madness returns if he goes out for some work and we meet after say a week to ten days. On one such occasion, he took leave from work on the day he returned after a trip from Bulgaria for 8 days and we got it going for seven times that day; seven times in 24 hours!!! I was all sore and literally ran out of the room when he started mounting me for the eighth time at 3:00 a.m. in the night! I locked him the bedroom to his groans and slept on the sofa in the drawing room.
But my past caught up with me and I betrayed him soon after, about 2 weeks after our second anniversary.
It so happened that I had to attend a cousin's marriage and Ashish couldn't make the same as he got caught in a deadline at work. And so it was me and my mother at the marriage of my aunt's (mother's sister) son. It was quite an occasion with all the rustle bustle of an Indian marriage. You can meet so many uncles and aunties, cousins from near and far, brothers and sisters of all degrees.
It was the evening before marriage. Lots of floral decorations later, I had a sprain in my back and headed to my room on third floor of my aunt's large house. My room is to one corner and as all the hullabaloo was on ground floor, it was totally secluded at that twilight hour. I hoped to sneak in a couple of hours of sleep before dinner frivolities came up. I sauntered along the stairs and reached my room at the end of a darkened corridor. It was slightly ajar and I could hear some indistinct voices from within. I was curious as to who could be in my room at that time. As I edged forward to my room, the voices were clearer and I could hear muffled moans wafting out of the door. I sneaked to the door and as I crept closer I could hear two distinct sounds-a feminine squelching voice and a masculine grunt in tandem. I listened for a moment and it was clear what was going on inside. Someone I mean a couple of someones were having sex in my room!
I stood at the door and peeped inside. The corridor was dark and it was unlikely they would see me.
And what I say blew my brains out.
I saw the unmistakable figure of my uncle hunched over the naked body of my mother. He was hunched between her legs, his tool buried deep within her and her legs raised on his shoulders and he was slowly and steadily pounding her, she was bucking her hips up wildly to meet his thrusts and on each thrust let out an ecstatic yelp. My mother spreadeagled on the bed and being mounted and fucked by my uncle; I was shocked! Her sari was strewn on floor and petticoat thrown on the bedstead, the bra dangling over her left arm and her blue panty on the floor next to her sari, his clothes lay on a heap on her sari. I felt nauseous and yet, my nerves were jangling with a loud and yet unheard noise, my body bursting into zillions of tiny tingling sparkles and I was transfixed to the door. My uncle's hands kneaded my mother's breasts and trampled her like a cheap street whore. And she was enjoying it to no end. The tempo geared up and he started pumping furiously into her. She burst into tiny giggles that grew into yelps and then into barely muffled screams. He was huffing and panting-
'Rumi..am going to cum....'
And he arched his back up and pushed hard, obviously cumming within her. She convulsed in pleasure and settled down, shivering involuntarily in spasms his cum flowing deep into her.
I quietly pulled myself out of my transfixed self and tiptoed away from the door and reached down on the ground floor.
I had a glass of water and sat down on a sofa. I was still trembling from fear and excitement and popped my dizzy head back on the sofa stead. A hundred questions and a thousand emotions raked through my brain at that moment. I had never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would be seeing my mother this way. And yet, this perfectly normal middle aged woman had been this way in a secret faraway life of her own for God knows how many years!
And as I turned my head towards the stairs, I saw my uncle coming down the stairs with a bunch of flowers in his hand and directing the younger lot on how to decorate the front facade.
My mother came down the stairs in ten minutes...dressed up. She even had her make up back in place! She came towards me-
'Ankita..have you seen your aunt? I was not feeling well and was catching a nap..Hope she hasn't been missing my help.'
'Well mom you look very well slept. You must have had a good nap.'
'Ah yes, a good nap indeed. God knows I needed it!'
'You sure needed it mom'
She smiled and left.
I got up and was back in my room in a huff. Everything was back in order. The bed had been made. The pillows arranged and there was no trace at all, save from a small damp spot on the mattress that was my uncle's semen that had overflowed my mother's cunt.
I got up, closed the door from inside, took off my clothes...stood there stark naked by the bed and lowered myself on to that damp spot on the bed, rubbing my cunt on the spot, trying to soak up the wetness on my cunt hairs and...
Then I burst into tears.
The festivities of my cousin's marriage were on downstairs and I was lying prone on my bed, tears trickling down my cheeks. I was stark naked clothed just by the darkness of the still and oppressively hot night. An old Hunter ceiling fan made a depressing creak every two seconds as it screeched over a regular bump during its rotations. My vagina lay over a damp spot on the bed, soaking the cum of my uncle mixed with the cunt juices of my mother. I had already masturbated twice and had smeared my pussy juice covered fingers on that spot twice over.
A silly act of revenge!
It had come as a shock; I had no clue as to how long this was going on, no clue as to how many years my mother has been my uncle's concubine.
And to top all of it what hurt me the most was the fact that my bastard uncle had been putting his tongue in me since I was eighteen.
I still remember that day when my mother and I had been holidaying with my uncle and aunt six years ago. It was my birthday and we had a big celebration at the Pizza Hut. My uncle had a few drinks and he was a bit tipsy. Everyone was pretty tired and in no time all of them had turned into logs of arduous slumber. I got a call around eleven at night from a guy at college who was a good friend of mine in spite of him having proposed twice to me and myself having turned him down both the times. The signal wasn't great indoors and I got onto the terrace to attend the call. He sheepishly wished me happy birthday and proceeded to tell me about what was up in college. The chat dragged on and before I knew it was two hours on the phone. I realized it was midnight and I feigned a yawn on the phone and cut our chat short. I turned around and caught my uncle standing near the terrace door. He was in a shorts and a shirt that was open all the way till his pot belly. I had dragged myself from the bed to attend the call and so I was clad in a light pink full length chemise and nothing underneath. He stood near the door and I had to edge past him to get to the door leading from the terrace. As I neared him I could still smell the spirits that he had taken and that had so obviously taken over him then. He blocked my way and I stopped just short of bumping into him.
'Whom were you calling Ankita?'
'A friend from college.' I replied
'This late at night? A boyfriend is it..eh?'
'No uncle. He is just a friend and he had just called to wish me on my birthday.'
'A wish doesn't take two hours honey. Come on you can tell me. I won't tell anyone I swear.' I could hear the snarl of an inebriated man in his voice.
'Had he been watching me for two hours' a quick though raced through my head.
He came close to me, held my arm in his hand and said
'Don't you have any boyfriend in college sweetheart?'
I was feeling scared now almost half expecting him to hit me anytime.
He held my other arm and pulled me close to him. I shuddered in fear and before I could react his mouth was pressed onto mine and his tongue was sucking at my lips. I was shocked at what was happening to me and could not think of anything to do. I clutched my chemise with both my hands half expecting it to betray my modesty anytime if he just decided to pull it up by six inches. I was not even wearing underwear.
He kept sucking at my lips and gauging my fear mixed bewilderment he brought his hands up to my neck and grabbed it hard, his other hand clawing up to my face bringing my mouth closer and deeper into his slobbery kiss. I could feel his saliva all over my lips, some of the drool even flowing down my chin. His right hand went down my chest and found my left breast and started kneading it forcefully. My nipples had become erect in this unexpected excitement and my pussy had started twitching in a betrayal of my shame. My hands weakened and my mind relented as I felt my body writhing under the assault. I opened my mouth and accepted his probing tongue into mine. I was awash with the wetness of his slobber and realized then how dry mouth had become with fear. His hands shifted to my right breast and a moan escaped my lips, my hands left my chemise and grabbed his head, my tongue fiercely kissing him back. He broke the kiss and went on to nibble at my ears and I went weak in my knees and started to slide down. he grabbed my tiny arse with his right hand and propped me up lifting my chemise up and finding my bare bottom. He pinched my buttocks hard and I winced in pain. He pulled me towards him and suddenly I realized that my thighs were rubbing his crotch which by now had been sporting a huge hard on. He pulled me closer and at the same time pulled my chemise up so that my bare pussy was rubbing his hard on over his shorts. He brought his mouth down to my breasts and started licking and then sucking my breasts. I moaned yet again, my mind hurtling into a tailspin of jumbled emotions.
And then his alcohol saved me. His sloppy hands dropped my and the 'thud' more than the hurt of having been dropped onto concrete from three feet brought me back to my senses. I gathered myself and got up, narrowly missing a swipe of his unsteady hands and was a couple of feet away from his reach and turned back to a see an animal with crazed lust in his eyes.
I ran into my room that I was sharing with my mother then, bolted the door from inside and slipped into the bed beside my mother and slept fitfully two hours later.
The next day morning all of us had an unusually quiet breakfast. My mother and aunt had to go shopping for some jewelry and they asked me to accompany them.
My cousin brothers left for their college and offered me a tour of their college.
My uncle had sobered up and had his breakfast and then picked up the morning papers and disappeared into his room. I closed the door behind my brothers and then I was alone in the house...with my uncle.
I went up to my room and waited.
He came into my room in five minutes. I stood up. He was wearing a cotton shorts and yet another unbuttoned shirt. I was wearing a wrap on below and a pink georgette blouse on top.
I had skipped my bra and underwear.
He looked me up and down for a few seconds. And then he grabbed me, gentler than the previous night and kissed my lips. I reciprocated and opened my mouth. He held me tight and I kissed him fiercely. He slid his hand beneath the wrap on and tugged on it. It came undone and fell noiselessly onto the floor. He turned me around and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my arse crack through the fabric of his shorts. He fumbled with his shorts and a few seconds later I could feel his naked rod against my arse. His hands were moving down caressing my neck, lingering at my breasts and then reaching my quivering pussy lips. He felt my wetness and started rubbing my clit up and down. I buckled against his penis as it snaked between my buttocks. His rubbing got intense and I was moaning in ecstasy. He rubbed harder and harder and I went on moaning louder and louder. I was on the verge of having an orgasm and he threw me on the bed, parted my legs violently and hunched over me reaching my clit.
The first swipe of his tongue sent me overboard and I screamed and convulsed in pleasure. I shivered shamelessly being raked into one orgasm after another while he went on licking my clit, tiny explosions rocking my brain in tides of intense pleasure. I lost count as to how many orgasms I had that day.
And then he stood up, neglected my willing pussy, shagged over my still shuddering body and spurted his cum all over my belly.
We did that every day of my stay of another two weeks, him bringing me to unbelievable orgasms and then shagging his cum over my belly, breasts and my butts.
He never ever had penetrative intercourse with me ...
And this bastard had been screwing my mother! I seethed with rage and tears welled up in my eyes yet again.
I wanted to go at my pussy yet again, wanted to rub it till it yielded yet another orgasm but I realized that it would never be enough. I got up from my bed and opened my suitcase. I shuffled through my clothes till I found a dark wrap on and a pinkish georgette blouse.
I skipped my bra and my underwear.
I went into the bathroom, washed my face, dabbed some powder onto my face. A thin face, long and beautiful in an unconventional way looked back from the mirror. It stood on a slender neck over a thin yet attractive frame. A sideways glance revealed two firm 'D' globes jutting from the chest that my husband loved to snuggle into. A flat toned belly followed through into wide highly fuckable hips. A pale magenta lipstick completed the vulnerable look.
I closed the door and climbed down the stairs. People never sleep in a marriage house and preparations were still on as they will go on to the wee hours of the morning. I could see uncle standing over a posse of men unloading plastic chairs into the hall. I cut through the guests, cursorily yet cheerfully responding to their Hi and Hellos, and reached uncle.
He turned around, a bit surprised. We hadn't been in touch since my marriage and I had avoided him since we had landed for his son's marriage now.
'Hello Ankita. How are you?'
I looked into his eyes, searching to see the same lust that he had in his eyes the night when he had aggravated me on the terrace six years ago.
'Uncle, meet me in my room in ten minutes and I will tell you how I am...'
I could see colors of shock, scandal, amazement and opportunity shifting in his eyes in a matter of seconds. He seemed gregarious outwardly but I could see his crotch changing from a noodle into a snake into a baton in a minute. It was as if he was standing there naked in front of everyone and yet everyone but me was oblivious to his nakedness. The funny thing is this time I did not feel shame, guilt or anger this time.
I did not feel the lust either.
I slowly turned from him and meandered through the guests towards the staircase. As I reached the base of the staircase I turned back and saw him looking furtive glances in my direction, a look of shame and lust in his eyes.
I sashayed up the stairs and reached the room on the first floor. The room where I had been less than half an hour ago rubbing myself to ecstasy. The room where my tears had mixed with my pussy juices and had left a pitiful stain on the bed sheet. The stain that stood next to the ugly stain of my uncle's and my mother's juices who had copulated in front of my hidden eyes an hour ago.
I closed the doors but left them unbolted. I crept up on to the bed and removed the clothes that enveloped my hollow modesty. I slid between the covers, my nakedness wrapped in a thin flimsy soiled bed sheet. The room was dark and my moist eyes took some time to adjust to the darkness of the room. I extended my right hand to reach the drawer by the bedstead and got a jar of Vaseline. I put my two fingers in the jar and scooped some and took my fingers to my pussy. My pussy still throbbed of the rubbing that I had subjected it to some time back. I smeared the Vaseline jelly on my pussy lips and waited...