Deeksha The Temptress Ch. 02

Copyright ⓒ February 2025 By Vyasya, ALL Rights Reserved

This is a story about an email friend of mine. After he retired, he started thinking about his life and searched the internet to learn more about his peculiar fetishes. It was quite comforting to find that his fetishes were not as uncommon as he thought, as the plethora of cuckolding stories revealed. Some of my stories struck a chord, and hence he reached out to share his experiences.

As usual, I have taken liberties to make the story enjoyable for my readers. This is a continuation of the "Priyamani The Seductress" story. We now move on to his own cuckold journey.

This is a cuckold story. A cuckold is a husband who receives vicarious pleasure from his partner's having sex with other men. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.

You are committing an act of perversion by reading this story, and there are no better or worse kinds of perversion, only the ones that you like and the ones that you don't like.

This story explores the husband-wife-and-another-man relationship where the husband is not equal to the wife in the relationship, and the wife gravitates towards the other man for sex. The wife prefers having a deep, intimate bond with the other man for prolonged periods of time and gives it more importance than her relationship with the husband. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.

You have been warned!

Chapter 2: Deeksha Bonds with Her Father-in-Law aka Is Raat Ki Subah Nahin (No End to This Night)

Many thanks to my editor Comentarista82, who made several improvements.

That day was a blur. We had so much happening that we barely spent time with Deeksha. The kids loved roaming the busy city streets and kept us busy with their nonstop questions. My parents shared that Deeksha's parents approached us with a marriage proposal. Everyone was glad for me, as they adored Deeksha. This even thrilled Murugam, although I felt the news would disappoint him. Her beauty and fair complexion dazzled the kids. As expected, some remarked about her being taller, but that was so with even my parents, so that point didn't stick for long.

Deeksha was far more promiscuous and adventurous than my mother, and I reflected on whether she was the right choice. I gravitated to Deeksha perhaps because I desired a woman like my mother: beautiful, confident, and unafraid to assert herself. I also wondered if she were marrying me only because I could be her cuckold. The answer was obvious, but that didn't change my mind. Deeksha loved me but doubted my capability to fulfill her sexually. Maybe if she had married Murugam, she wouldn't have had to look elsewhere for satisfaction. Still, Deeksha wouldn't have shunned any chance encounters; that definitely was her appeal; she was uninhibited and embraced everything passionately. She was the right one. I could have stopped Murugam any time but I didn't. I craved intense jealousy and sexual anxiety, and Deeksha served both on a platter.

We arrived home late in the evening. Deeksha already prepared a sumptuous dinner and carried the food as we entered our room. It was definitely a relief, as my mother was not in the mood to make it. The kids congratulated us and playfully teased us. Deeksha looked lovely as usual, dressed in a vibrant, flowing skirt and a matching patterned blouse. Afterward, the kids pleaded to sleep with Deeksha upstairs and now felt even more entitled, since she was their sister-in-law. I was unsure and wondered if Deeksha's parents would approve. Deeksha assured them that many more opportunities would be available now that we were to marry.

"When are your results coming out, Adwait?" my father asked during the dinner. "We need to decide on the wedding dates and further details."

"They should be coming out any day," I said.

"Uncle, we don't have to wait," Deeksha interrupted. We laughed heartily, realizing how eager she was to marry me.

"When are you returning?" My mother asked Murugam.

He had work and also needed to pack for his training. The initial plan was for him to stay home, but he wanted to spend some time with us. My mother suggested he return tomorrow in her usual commanding tone. This displeased him, but his reporting day was only a few days later. The dinner continued in silence. My parents were discussing something, and my father did not agree with my mother's requests. She waited before stating, "Deeksha, it would be nice if you could sleep with the children on the terrace as you did yesterday. Uncle has a few things to discuss with you."

My father rolled his eyes, but he knew better than to counter my mother, so he nodded.

"Yes, we have to talk," he said.

"It may rain tonight," Deeksha said.

My father looked at me, and I knew he wanted to talk to her about something sensitive, and this couldn't be done with kids around.

"Let me set up the bed and the tarps," I said.

In the humid weather, the terrace was my favorite den, where I spent the most time. I often studied there. It was usually quiet at night, and over the years, it became my favorite spot to study. I set up a shed that worked well for the day with light rain. All I had to do was move my bed closer to the storage room.

"Yes, I have seen that contraption of his," Deeksha added. "It's nice. I am sure the kids will love it."

Kids were celebrating and looking forward to sleeping on this fancy bed. Mother deciding to send my father to talk with Deeksha seemed odd, as normally women of the family spoke to the bride. She was authoritarian and didn't pay attention to what others thought; she decided and everyone obeyed. Still, her unconventional decisions often proved to be in the family's best interest. Deeksha was naturally rebellious, and I wondered how she would accept my mother's treatment.

My mother slept in our neighbor's room like yesterday while the children slept in our room. I made my way to the terrace and quickly pushed the bed towards the wall and pulled the tarp to shield it. It was dark but felt cozy, and the sound of raindrops served as white noise. My father had already freshened up, and my mother had retired.

Murugam left after dinner to spend time with friends. The outdoor activities were taking a toll on the little ones, and they started yawning. I guided them to the terrace. My father followed and seemed amused with the contraption. Our building terrace had a large tank above the staircase to supply water. The area behind it was converted into a storage room, and the bed sat by the wall. The tarp provided shelter. I closed it from the end closer to the staircase but left the other open for air.

I lit the small lantern that I often used.

"Where is Deeksha?" The kids complained.

I rushed to see what Deeksha was doing. Since it already drizzled, I wasn't expecting her to take the usual path because of the rain. As I stepped out, I saw Deeksha entering through the gate. She was dressed in a vanilla-white skirt and blouse. As she stood under the umbrella, she confidently placed her hand on my buttocks and pulled me closer to her.

"My parents are already looking for an auspicious date," she whispered. We have a custom to perform such ceremonies only on favorable dates according to astrology.

I inhaled the light fragrance of her soap as I smelled her fresh breath.

"Are you happy?" she added.

"Very," I said, as I pushed her hand away. "Someone may notice."

Deeksha smiled and asked, "What is this about? Your father wants to talk to me?"

"Not sure," I quipped. "Maybe my mother knows that she lacks the tact to talk about such things."

"Didn't you tell them I know?" she asked.

"What? Of course not," I replied.

"Why did your parents agree?" I asked.

"I suppose they wised up. They know their daughter is a lost cause; perhaps you are too good a match for me," she said, smiling.

"Oh, come on, Deeksha, don't tease me," I said, blushing. "It's quite the opposite."

"If you say so," she smiled.

At the top of the stairs, she pushed me against the wall. She pushed her hand into my pajamas and fondled my semi-erect penis.

"Your father would like to see me dressed like this, right?" She asked, unbuttoning the top button. She exhaled into my mouth but avoided my attempts to kiss her, confirming she had no intention of kissing me.

"You know he will mount your wife tonight, right?" she whispered.

"Come on, Deeksha," I said in my usual manner. "My mother believes he is better at discussing sensitive things, so that's why she suggested he do so."

"Oh, really?" she muttered. "He will suggest that I have certain responsibilities to fulfill for the Zamindar. Is that all?"

"Deeksha, there is no such tradition," I said, gulping nervously. "Anyway, we will be far away from that village, so we don't need to worry."

"You are so conceited," she shot back. "You're not even a civil servant yet, but you're already projecting that aura?"

"Tuck your pride in," she added, pushing my penis back into my pajamas.

"You really want to sleep with him?" I asked, adjusting my dress.

She took a few steps, leaving me, and turned back. She stared for a moment and said, "This is your destiny, Adwait. Just like your father, you too will raise Zamindar's children. Don't let your pride cloud your judgment."

I shuddered as she slowly ascended the stairs, swaying her hips. Deeksha epitomized very young beauty. It would be difficult for him to resist her. Her smile was like that of actress Deeksha Seth and she looked much like Lakshmi Rai. Most people couldn't understand such illicit relationships, but I had overheard my parents, so I knew they were open-minded. They prioritized sex and subservience to the Zamindar family over maintaining our relations. Deeksha turned around halfway up and, smiling sensually, whispered, "Now go. Don't let anyone enter."

Deeksha asserted herself and held the upper hand. If it weren't for her initiative, I would have still been a virgin. A familiar gnawing feeling mixed with intense sexual anxiety brewed inside as I realized she was planning to seduce my father--not that she had to try.

It unsettled me to leave her alone with him because Deeksha was sexually attracted to him. Despite his role as cuckold, I knew he was quite capable. Since they didn't discuss whether he would sleep upstairs, it was not a good idea to leave Deeksha alone with the children.

A lot happened that night with Deeksha and my father, and I witnessed some of it, but I couldn't be present for it all, so I missed many critical parts.

My task that night was to ensure that no one would come up the terrace, particularly Murugam. I had an extremely uncomfortable erection the whole time and struggled to breathe.

As I slowly descended, I heard my father welcome her. "Come, Deeksha."

Rather than leaving, I stayed and eavesdropped. It was hard to hear them as they moved away from the door. I switched off the staircase light and quietly ascended. I made a small hole in the tarp to peek inside.

Deeksha and my father were sitting by the wall while the kids were sleeping on the edge of the bed. Deeksha was on the far end, while my father was near the door. My father sat leaning against the wall, while Deeksha faced him.

"Deeksha," he started. "It would have been best if Adwait's mom had spoken to you, but somehow it's me explaining."

"It's alright, Uncle," she replied with her lovely smile. The lantern placed between Deeksha and my father cast a soft glow on her beautiful face.

"Your mom said you both likely have been intimate."

Surprisingly, he skipped small talk and delved right into the main topic. Deeksha valued direct communication and didn't bother with formalities. After a brief silence, she said, "Adwait and I love each other deeply. We felt a connection since he arrived. We confessed our love five years ago, but our physical relationship began only recently."

"It's alright," he said to Deeksha. "You were getting married, anyway."

"Did Adwait tell you anything about us?" he asked.

She said, rubbing her arms, "Yes, but not much."

The gentle breeze, along with the constant rain, made the humid weather a little chilly.

"Here," my father said as he removed his comforter and gave it to her.

"No, Uncle," Deeksha said. "Let me move closer. I am sure it's big enough."

Deeksha pushed the lantern to the other side and came perilously close to him, ensuring he could sense her freshness and even feel her breath.

"It's better if I heard it from you," Deeksha said, turning to my father. It amazed me how quickly Deeksha closed the distance. I was sure that no one could resist her charms from so close. The children slept soundly, and it was quiet but for the raindrops hitting the tarp. My father seemed unnerved by how things were developing. Not that he was afraid of it; their delicate relationship concerned him.

"We come from a village where age-old traditions still exist," he started after collecting his thoughts. "It is not as common today, but during my younger years, I saw all newlywed brides warming up the bed of the Zamindar before they slept with their husbands."

"Yes, Adwait mentioned that," she said. "It is rather insidious."

"Swami, our Zamindar, was quite ruthless and abducted someone's wife and married her. She was beautiful, and he felt he should have her all to himself. After he made her divorce her husband, he married her."

"Oh, really?"

"My first wife wasn't pretty, so he didn't care," he said. "But Mani was special."

"Yes, she is attractive," observed Deeksha.

"Word reached Swami. I was marrying a young and beautiful woman, and she was a Brahmin. It made him salivate. His men waited for us at home and led us to his place afterward. Most women are dragged there, but Mani made sure she bathed and freshened up beforehand. Swami pinched her exposed belly, at the first opportunity. I wondered how she would react."

"So she didn't know?"

"Had she known, she wouldn't have married me," he said.

"Mani was mature and didn't react. At one point, they were both in another room, and I witnessed him forcefully kissing her after grabbing her. He grasped her buttocks and forcefully squeezed her breast. Mani tried fending him off, but he was tall and strong. She said some words but hurried out, disgusted with him. On the way back, she was furious but remained silent."

"No one avoided their fate until then. I found it strange that he let her go. Often, he would insist that the most beautiful brides stay overnight. Once we reached home, she stated, 'I am not a whore. If he wants to enjoy my charms, he will have to take me as mistress.' That was all she said."

"Was she angry?" Deeksha asked.

"No. Mani is considerate. She understood I couldn't stop his roving eyes. And Mani's youth and beauty made it only harder for him to control himself," he said.

"Still, didn't it bother you?" Deeksha persisted. "It's not an everyday thing, and surrendering your priceless treasure must have been difficult, right?"

"Mani told me," he mused. "You are quite inquisitive."

Deeksha blushed and evaded his eyes for a few moments and then said, "I knew she was astute."

"But Uncle," she added, "wouldn't it be better if I understood everything? We are speaking of a taboo anyway, so there isn't much point in glossing over things. Besides, there are consequences for both Adwait and me, and understanding how it affected you could help me help him too, right?"

"Correct," he said thoughtfully. "It's ironic. Society thinks of women as gossipers, but they often carry secrets to their graves."

Deeksha smiled. He drank water and offered some to Deeksha. He inspected her delicate neck as she poured the water down her throat without touching her lips to the glass. The blanket fell, and he could also see her shapely breasts heaving. She noticed his wandering gaze, and after returning the glass, she covered them with her scarf, then pulled up the blanket to her neck once more.

"Ever since I met Mani," he started. "I was attracted to her. She was clever and noticed my interest, but didn't respond immediately. Slowly, she grew fond of me and agreed to marry me."

This intrigued Deeksha, so she inched closer, fully turning to him, locking eyes with his.

"As the wedding approached, the fear of sharing her with the Zamindar gripped me," he said, looking away. "She was everything he would have wanted. She had a milky-white complexion, beautiful eyes, luscious lips, large breasts, a slender waist, and wide hips."

"At home," he continued. "Once his men confronted us, Mani asked them to wait outside and that she would return soon."

"Inside, I approached her and asked, 'Do you know what it means?' She didn't reply and simply entered the bathroom with her clothes and freshened up. I remember observing her as she took an elaborate bath and exited wearing a simple saree. As I inspected her shapely body, I realized that she purposely wore it below her navel, which exposed her sensual figure to please his men and the Zamindar."

"'When were you planning to tell me?' She asked as she checked herself in the only palm-sized mirror we had in the house, even though it was broken. Mani looked stunningly gorgeous. The way she delicately wrapped her breasts in the thinly-clothed, semi-transparent blouse and saree made it seem as if she was trying to entice him. No one in our village wore such a saree; of course, apart from his wife, no one matched her in complexion and beauty."

"I told the Zamindar's men to return, and that we were starting. However, it was only after the men ogled Mani's body and rued their fates. While we briskly walked towards his house, Mani noticed my discomfort. After a tense silence lasting minutes, she asked, 'Didn't you have to take your first wife?' I swallowed hard and muttered, 'No, but she wasn't even half as beautiful as you.' Feeling frustrated, I blurted, 'Why did you bother to take a bath and prepare?'"

"Mani didn't respond, but after a few steps, she looked at me sternly and said, 'He is an important man. Isn't he?' Mani possessed a commanding presence and silenced others by her demeanor and stern voice. An uncomfortable silence filled the rest of our walk. We didn't speak. I noticed Mani was surprisingly calm, and that bothered me immensely."

"Mani spotted the Zamindar at the bus station and realized it as his men followed us home. She kept this information to herself until recently, but she quickly grasped why such a powerful man was there."

Deeksha's eyes widened in fascination as she clung to every word her father-in-law spoke. It was surreal, as she later on told me, hearing him recount the story.

"We didn't speak about it, so I wondered what Mani really understood, but she played coy at the Zamindar's place. I could see all his men obviously admiring Mani as she walked by. There was a lull in the living room as everyone's eyes followed Mani. The Zamindar summarily dismissed his goons, and we were in a large, empty room. One servant led us inside; it was only my second time to be there. It was built with a traditional Indian design and had a veranda that encircled a small garden and some space for families to socialize.

"Did you see if she looked at him?"

"Mani didn't look at him. There was some unease, but I felt it was more sexual tension. Zamindar's pretty wife came in and did her rituals, and after giving her blessings, she stepped inside. He whispered something to her, and she nodded, returning with a small token in hand; she presented Mani with a gift. As she turned, I witnessed the Zamindar slyly pinch Mani's waist. She was surprised but didn't yelp as others would. Zamindar's wife looked back disapprovingly at him; then she stepped inside."

"So she knew?"

"Of course," my father replied. "It was common knowledge, but no one dared say or do anything."

"He cleared his throat and instructed in his usual loud and commanding voice. 'Yedurappa, there are gifts for you in the yard. Help load them onto a bullock cart.' From the corner of my eye, I noticed Mani glaring at the Zamindar but remaining still."

"What was going through your mind?" Deeksha asked.

Deeksha's inquisitiveness should have surprised my father, but he seemed to have grown fond of her and liked her curiousness. He finally seemed to have found his match, someone with whom he was comfortable discussing taboos without fearing judgment.

"What else?" he muttered. "Mani was a lioness and very strong-willed. I didn't expect her to oblige him. But I was afraid that she would find him repulsive and resent marrying me. After all, he was dark as coal while she was fair-skinned. Even as I stepped out, my mind gravitated to what was happening inside. Instead of heading to the yard, I stood by the window and peeped inside."

"Deeksha, do you really want me to continue?" he asked.

Deeksha sheepishly looked at him, and then, leaning forward a little, she looked into his eyes once again. She muttered, "I have longed to hear this."

It was quiet for a bit. He was dumbfounded, but Deeksha smiled sensuously; it was only inches away. Looking directly at him, she added, "Ever since Adwait shared this story, I have been imagining myself in his mother's place."

Her directness caught him off guard, viewed from the surprise in his eyes.

"Really?" he asked.

She smiled and gently whispered, "It even shocked Adwait to hear it. So I told him I was willing to be your second wife and his stepmother and live that life."

Deeksha's actions definitely threw him, and I sensed her moving in. Her hand was on his thigh and perhaps rubbing it. It was the moment of truth: he had to decide to push her away or kiss her. After waiting, Deeksha leaned forward and gently kissed his lips.

It stunned my father, but not for long. He grabbed her head, pulled her forward, and then latched onto her lips. Deeksha had leaned completely on top of him, supporting herself with one hand on the other side. She simply offered her lips and let my father feast on them. My penis trembled and steadily leaked precum; I was careful not to touch it, as I would have plastered that tarp with semen. My desperate father chewed her lips eagerly while she parted hers to welcome his tongue. The intense kiss lasted several minutes, but finally Deeksha pushed him away, covered her breasts with her scarf, and looked at him again.

She now scooted closer and laid her hand on his thigh, perhaps feeling his erection, asserting control. It gave her power.

Deeksha blushed. "Why don't you continue? I am as excited as you to hear my mother-in-law's travails."

"Did you really tell Adwait you wished to be my second wife?" He exhaled.

Giggling and nodding, she leaned in and gently kissed his cheek.

"You must be just joking. How did he take it?"

She laughed uncontrollably and then, taking a sip of water, said, "I will tell you, but let's focus on your story."

He wiped his lips and said, "Zamindar pulled Mani into his arms, and she sighed. Despite her height, he still towered over her. He inhaled her aroma. Mani didn't approve, but didn't fuss."

"The situation was intense, and I never expected to feel sexually aroused witnessing the Zamindar exploiting her. Swami nuzzled her, and despite Mani initially stiffening and pushing him away, her resistance gradually weakened. He moved his hand to her breast, and Mani brushed it aside. He tried repeatedly as Mani kept pushing it away, but without fussing, he kept trying. Eventually Mani surrendered, and he grabbed one of her breasts. She grimaced and groaned as Swami manhandled one."

"Mani's breathing was labored, and she continued to resist as he roughly played with her breast. He tried to kiss her, but she turned away, which only irked him, and he grabbed her face, locking it in place. Then Mani spoke for the first time. 'Swami,' she seethed. 'You surely are the breeding bull here, but it doesn't seem you are having much success.' He leaned forward and kept his lips only a few inches from hers and said, 'So, you can talk.' Mani looked at him and said, 'It's not surprising because you are just forcing yourself on these women,' she added.

"Gazing at her beautiful face, he examined her. He loosened his grip, but Mani continued looking at him. His eyes, filled with desire, couldn't look away as he lightly stroked her lips. He looked at her and asked, 'What are you suggesting?' She quietly said, 'You will get real pleasure only when the woman willingly mates with you. And for that, use your charm.' He laughed and said, 'You think I can be charming?' She explained, 'It's simpler than you imagine. With patience, you can savor and enjoy many things.'"

"A few minutes later, she stepped out," he said.

"That's all?" Deeksha wondered.

"You expected more?" he asked.

"Mani is a woman of few words, and I am sure she captivated him. He no longer desired to have a fleeting encounter and let her go. Until then, no one escaped," he explained.

"Seeing Mani's flushed face and anger, I knew she wasn't happy, but she said nothing. She kept quiet the entire time and, after reaching home, took another bath."

"She chose not to speak and started cleaning the house; it was a big mess. She sent Adwait to play. She transformed it after a few hours."

"She fixed dinner in no time, and we all sat down to relax. After ensuring Adwait was asleep, she moved to the bed, and I felt her body heat and scent for the first time."

"You remember vividly," remarked Deeksha.

"How could I forget? Mani was incredibly beautiful and young to be married to someone like me. I was 17 years older, but the way she took the lead made me believe it was the other way around. I loved her breath and the sensuous way she kissed me. I struggled to control myself and ended up disappointing her."

Deeksha chuckled softly and composed herself.

"I was embarrassed, but she didn't fuss, and after talking for a long time, we both fell asleep. I woke her again that night to prove myself. And this time, I pleased Mani with my performance," he added.

"What did you discuss?" she asked.

"Many things. Something changed in her, and she was more open now than before," he said.

"What did she have to say about the situation with the Zamindar?"

"Not much," he said. "Influential men taking advantage of lower caste women isn't new."

"Really?"

"Yes, Mani clarified her stance," he explained. "She told him that if he wanted to be with her, he had to accept her as his mistress."

"Oh really? Did that bother you?"

"It was death or castration for me. She had no choice but to yield. I knew he would be smitten and that he would savor her before me, but that didn't happen. I was afraid that he would marry her and take her away from me. That didn't happen because of Mani's determination," he retorted.

"You are not being honest," she retorted. "Your wife enthralls the most powerful man in the village, and you are saying you had no reaction?"

"You ARE pushy," he said. Deeksha looked at him sheepishly, but my father was not angry, only remarking in his usual non-confrontational manner.

"You are eager to know how it would impact Adwait?"

Deeksha nodded. Looking into his eyes, she leaned forward to kiss him. Her hand gently crept under the comforters, and perhaps, felt his bulge. Deeksha's bold side danced behind her innocent facade, and he understood her as very modern.

"You seem so excited about it. I can't imagine what would have happened back then," she whispered.

He nervously smiled. "I never discussed such matters with Mani."

She assured him they didn't have to disclose the details of their conversation to anyone. He pondered a moment before and said, "Hmm... Promise me you won't judge me!"

"Of course not. I always believed that love and sex are different."

"You guessed correctly," he continued. "It affected me. I knew Swami would mount her." He briefly looked at her to see if she objected, but seeing she was fine, he added, "And not just once, at least a few times, but was afraid of how Mani would take it. She was fiery, and I worried if Swami's dominance would infuriate her."

"As we stepped out, I noticed how red and fluffy her lips were with the red marks on her neck and finger marks on her waist. Mani hurried home and hardly spoke; she headed directly to the private bathroom area behind the house: it was a small shed covered in various leftover building materials and in need of repairs. I fixed it after Mani accepted my proposal, but it wasn't perfect. Mani asked to keep watch, so I took a chance and eavesdropped. She did nothing abnormal, but I noticed how bruised her breasts were," he continued.

"After that cold bath, Mani was back to normal, but somehow I saw her differently now. She no longer seemed the innocent and pretty woman. I saw a passionate one who balanced desire with her family's responsibilities. She must have known I wanted her attention, but she ignored me until later."

"It was odd she didn't share what happened. Even her proposal made little sense; after all, he would have spent only a night and let her go as per the norm. She smiled. 'You think so? Every male here looks to mount your wife.' Her directness shocked me, yet her face seemed devoid of emotion. 'Even your dog has been circling me. And you think he could resist my charm?'"

"It disturbed me. Not because she thought so, but because she said so. 'A mistress is not a whore. No one would dare to look at the Zamindar's mistress,' she explained. I didn't react and asked, 'What did he say?' She calmly replied, 'What's for him to say? He is a brute!' I was at a loss for words but mumbled, 'But Mani, what if he takes it seriously?' Mani finally understood my quandary and smilingly said, 'You still doubt that? Of course he took it seriously. Otherwise, why would he let me leave? Didn't you see how shocked his men were when we stepped out afterwards?'"

"'What should we do now?' I blurted after hearing how casually she mentioned it. 'Yedu,' she said. She called me that the first time, 'You won't have to do anything. On the nights he is here, you sleep outside.' 'What? Will Swami stay in our hut?' I was shocked. She said, 'If he wants me, he'll have to.' I was frustrated and questioned Mani's wisdom. 'Mani, why didn't you consider this before suggesting it?' 'Yedu,' she consoled me. 'You didn't have any choice. Perhaps you shouldn't have married me or shouldn't have brought me here, but now that I am here, there is no choice but to fulfill Swami's needs.'"

"Mani's calm demeanor often soothed my nerves, but that time, it only stoked my anxiety. Late that night, when I woke her to have sex, she reluctantly engaged. It surprised me how quickly she was aroused and responded despite being half asleep. Even so, there was a unique quality about her: her breath and scent were so enticing, they invited me to kiss her."

"Sounds like you had a busy night."

"Yes, I did, and that whole month went like that. Mani and I became quite intimate, and our inhibitions vanished. I was madly in love. She was like a sex goddess, and emotionally, a very earthy and practical person. Even her breath and sweat entranced me, something I found almost irresistible. She, too, never bothered or complained about my smell or my breath. It was unusual because we kissed frequently during the day," he said.

"Hmmm..." Deeksha nodded encouragingly.

"Mani would often feel fatigued because she was unaccustomed to the strenuous work required in the fields. Some nights, while Mani slept next to Adwait and quickly drifted off, I found myself restless, prompting her to wake up. Once, I licked her, and it took Mani several minutes to notice. Despite her delirium, she not only did not resist but also encouraged me to continue. I remember that encounter lasting a long time, just the beginning of my insatiable desire as I fucked her two more times that night. Remarkably, how rapidly Mani's natural lubrication began once she awakened. Her soft and warm vagina felt so inviting that I desired to remain there longer. Despite being passionate and intimate, those kisses were both unique and deeply satisfying. Initially hesitant, Mani would later give in, and despite the initial awkwardness, we disregarded our breath and engaged in passionate kissing."

"Oh, really," Deeksha said. "That must have been wonderful. Having such a strong libido at that age must be remarkable, don't you think? It must have delighted her."

"I was 42, and she was 25. So, yes, my performance impressed her. Mani was quite knowledgeable and started a special diet to improve my virility. But I always thought it was her youth and beauty and not her diet that increased my libido."

"What happened to the Zamindar? Did he take her proposal seriously?"

"I had forgotten about him. But when we ran into him at the weekly market, he followed us from a distance and continued gazing at her. From the corner of my eye, I saw she noticed him but avoided looking. But that didn't stop her from getting sexually aroused," he said.

"Aroused?" Deeksha interjected.

"Yes. She was one of the few fair-skinned women but still dressed in village attire. The light fabric of the saree and blouse outlined her body and accentuated her chest. Her lips were so puffy, and her gaze was filled with lust. Although she glanced at him once, I am sure her alluring smile and blush must have conveyed approval," he said.

"Did she really look at him?"

It wasn't common for married women to look directly at a stranger, especially one showing sexual interest.

"Yes, and they gazed at each other quickly, but that was enough for Swami to learn she approved. It was humiliating but still sexually aroused me, and my penis tented my lungi," he said.

Deeksha kissed me and whispered, "Just mentioning it has you erect again."

"Until then I never understood it. But the thought of Mani favoring him and letting the influential Zamindar mount her in our own house excited me more," he stated.

Things went quiet for a while as Deeksha kissed my father and gently stroked him underneath. The intimate kiss intensified as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. I could tell by the way she stroked him he wasn't small, although I didn't have to wait to find out. She breathlessly whispered, "You have a nice one; it's rather long and thick."

"Is it bigger than Adwait's?"

"Much bigger," she replied and latched onto his lips once. My father now grabbed her breast and started squeezing it gently. Deeksha moaned as he lewdly fondled it, occasionally squeezing. Her eyes were closed as she let him have his way and absorbed the sensations. Her bright pink, full lips turned deep red; she exuded lust. She let him enjoy it for a few minutes and pushed his hand away, saying, "Let's get back to the story. This can wait."

"You are such a tease," he muttered.

Deeksha smiled and scooted closer. Now she was sitting next to him with her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. He lay down beside her, moving in sync. The heat was unbearable as lust simmered in their eyes. Deeksha lay on her back, and my father removed her scarf and gaped at her heaving breasts. They were a tad smaller for her frame but were ample and nestled comfortably in his palms. Deeksha seethed as he grabbed them and roughly squeezed.

He turned on his side and started kissing her. Deeksha became wild and passionately kissed him. My penis leaked precum, and I dreaded touching it as it would have erupted. The intense chemistry between the two was so apparent, and within no time, he got on top, so Deeksha spread her legs and invited him. He pushed up her petticoat as he positioned himself at the entrance. Contrary to what I expected, Deeksha raised her legs, and I saw the pale skin of her slender legs against the dark skin of his butt. The contrast was intense--black vs. white, old vs. young. Deeksha grunted as he swiftly pushed inside, but the sloshing sound suggested she was ready for his onslaught.

"Fuck me, Uncle," she urged. "Seed your daughter-in-law."

My father needed no encouragement as he earnestly started thrusting. Although I wasn't entirely familiar with her moans, I knew she was thoroughly enjoying it. He vigorously thrust for a couple of minutes, signaling he was cumming, which Deeksha realized.

She slowed him and began kissing him. The intensity overwhelmed me, and I ejaculated without touching myself. It was so humiliating learning my father could satisfy my fiancé more effectively than I, despite our age difference. But what troubled me most was his and Deeksha's intimacy. She kissed him fervently; their lips locked for a long time as my father moved his pelvis effortlessly, plowing her. Deeksha's muffled sounds told me she was climaxing, but my father hadn't cum. As her orgasm waned, she breathlessly whispered, "That was outstanding."

It was enough of a clue to lift himself and plow her one last time. This time he lifted her legs and started some serious thrusting. Deeksha's groans with each push further encouraged him.

"Oh God," she exhaled. The new position stimulated her more, hastening her climax. He surprised her again as he stroked her a few minutes longer, and another orgasm wracked her body.

With a loud groan, he came inside her and collapsed on top. Deeksha didn't push him away and only soaked up the sensations. I realized I must leave, so he could get out of bed and Deeksha could fix her clothes. My heart pounded as my fiancé's promiscuity sunk in: she fucked both my stepbrother and my stepfather, confirming my mother's concerns I couldn't fulfill her.

The inner turmoil clouded my thinking, and more so because I ejaculated only moments ago I questioned my conviction about the relationship, feeling I somehow deserved what transpired. When they both stepped outside, I retreated quickly.

After a few minutes, I heard the sound of her anklets and waited at the door. She froze after seeing me. I pointed to her anklets, conveying that I wasn't eavesdropping but only came out after hearing them. She peeped inside to see if anyone was awake. My sisters slept with my mother next door. Deeksha bridged the distance between us and latched onto my lips, giving me the sloppiest kiss. She practically drooled in my mouth.

It wasn't a very long one but quite intense. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, "Your father is well-endowed, like Bala."

It surely dented my ego, since I already witnessed his prowess, so I couldn't reply. She led me to the kitchen.

"What happened?"

As she lit the stove and started the tea, she asked, "Do you really want to know?"

"You asked if I wanted to become your stepmother, right?" She asked, lowering her voice.

I only gulped and looked at her blankly. Her eyes widened, and she smiled, trying to get a response from me. Looking towards the door, she cupped my hard-on and whispered, "Well, the proof is down there."

I was a nervous wreck and only muttered, "You didn't use a condom?"

She joked, "Condoms spoil it! True pleasure only comes from naked skin rubbing."

I could hardly breathe realizing the consequences of such a mating and how calmly she said it. Deeksha understood the situation and stayed composed, skillfully steering the conversation in the intended direction. She grabbed my butt, pulled me into her embrace, and whispered close to my lips, "Orgasms are better without condoms. And anyway, real men deserve to cum inside, don't you think?"

Deeksha looked extremely attractive; her breath excited me, and her lust-filled eyes communicated her intention to cuckold me completely. We were just starting our lifelong journey, and Deeksha already surpassed my mother, previously the epitome of a hot wife. Deeksha could have married my father, but it was too much of a stretch for her to live that way. Sex was only a part of that lifestyle. Managing household tasks, farm work, raising children, and being impregnated by a powerful figure like our Zamindar was challenging. Deeksha, however, wouldn't have to deal with those tasks because I knew we would be in a much better financial position.

Deeksha's hand slowly moving into my underwear lifted me from my reverie.

She sensually remarked, "Your father is very virile," as she gently touched my testicles. "I suppose all that farm work is good for something."

We heard my father descending the stairs, and she quickly separated. I pretended to read a book in the living room while Deeksha prepared the tea. She gave me her innocent smile as she poured my tea.

"Aren't you asleep yet?" My father asked.

"No, Father," I said. "I was tidying up."

"Where are the others?"

"Murugam is with his friends, and the others are sleeping in the next room."

"Hmm..." he exhaled.

Deeksha offered him the cup and took away the cigarette box from his hands and trashed it. The exchange was normal, and unless I had paid attention, I wouldn't have noticed.

"This should refresh you," she said. "We still have to finish our discussion, right?"

"Uh..." He looked surprised and gave her a nervous smile.

Deeksha offered me another cup while my father nervously paced.

He asked Deeksha, "How will you go home?"

"Don't worry," she said reassuringly. "I use the ladder from the terrace to reach our house. That's my usual route."

"Hmm..." he muttered. "Sleep here tonight, Adwait. I will sleep upstairs with the kids. She should leave shortly."

He didn't wait for my response and left.

"Where's your cup?" I asked as she handed me my cup of tea.

"I don't want any," she whispered, giving him a smile as he stepped out.

"Sugary drinks cause bad breath. It's going to be a long night, right?"

My eyes were completely on her as Deeksha tiptoed to the door to check on my father. I was amazed at how comfortable she was after sleeping with her father-in-law while I was unsettled.

As I turned to my tea, I saw it was black, which surprised me. I turned to her and asked, "Did you forget the milk?"

"Is that so?" she murmured before closing the door.

"Did I? Oh yes, there wasn't much milk, so I poured it all in your father's cup."

"Soon you shall get milk directly from your stepmother's breast," she said as she latched onto my lips and began kissing me. Her hand moved inside my underwear, and fondled my penis. The atmosphere was sexually charged, and she hardly allowed me time to sip the tea. I set it on the table as she eagerly kissed me. She was intensely passionate, kissing me with fervor unlike anything I experienced.

"What's up?" she asked. "Are you not mad with lust?"

"Would you like the cream instead?" she asked as I saw her eyes spark, and then she pushed me onto the floor and straddled my chest.

"You may not look," she commanded. "Only smell and taste."

She straddled my face, covering my head with her petticoat. Never was I so aroused. I immediately smelled the strong and distinct scent as the petticoat settled and the air moved around me, blowing my hair. Deeksha tantalizingly rubbed her panties on my mouth, and now that scent fully permeated my nostrils.

My penis pointed to the ceiling as Deeksha slid aside the gusset and placed her pussy on my mouth. She pinned my hands beneath her shins, making it hard to move. I realized my father had cum a lot despite his age, and I understood that all the farm work had kept him rather young. It wasn't any wonder that his sex life was still active with my mother.

Shortly after, my tongue explored her wetness, and I tasted that familiar bitterness, now mixed with my father's semen. I eagerly lapped the mixed juices, cleaning her pussy rapidly. However, she wasn't satisfied and persisted in grinding on my mouth until she climaxed.

Deeksha quickly stood and went to the small toilet in the room to wash her face and hands, refreshing herself. Then, she returned to the living room and joined me. Seeing my embarrassment from the submission, she smiled and comforted me, saying, "This is our secret; no one needs to know."

I followed her to the door with the tea that had cooled. She giggled, looking at it, and said, "Hmm, that must be cold. Glad you could taste the hot cream at least."

I looked away; she leaned forward and nibbled on my ears and said, "You are odd indeed. I like that, though. I am sure the Zamindar will produce more than your father."

She looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, "And watching your father take your stepmother is a sin. Seems like you even touched yourself; couldn't control yourself, huh?" She whispered, giggling.

"No, I didn't," I lied.

"Why is your underwear soiled then?"

I could only sheepishly look at Deeksha as she smiled.

"Promise not to touch yourself," she sensually whispered.

"Let it leak."

As Deeksha returned to the terrace, I stopped her. "What are you doing, Deeksha? Amma may wake up. It's not right."

She shushed me. She smiled and walked towards me and looking directly at me, saying, "What is not right?"

"Your mother can sleep with other men, but your father can't with other women."

"Come on, Deeksha," I pleaded.

"Or is it that your mother can sleep with other men but not your wife?" she teased. I was speechless, disbelieving her words.

"Don't worry, Adwait," she softly whispered. "I am no whore."

"Just like your mother, I too need to bond with men I mate with."

She finally ascended the stairs, locking eyes with me and sensuously smiling before disappearing up the last flight. My heart pounded with curiosity, and I found myself unable to resist quietly trailing her. As soon as she exited the staircase, I turned the last corner and began inching up behind her.

They were standing slightly away from the ledge, near the main door. Deeksha didn't hesitate to kiss him once more, highlighting their height difference, adding to the peculiarity of the situation: she even had to bend her knees to kiss him properly. She showed him the thermos she filled with tea for them to stay awake for several hours.

They both entered the makeshift sleeping area, ensuring there was space to rest side by side.

"Tell me now," she encouraged him.

"I told you everything," he replied, smiling.

"No, you didn't."

He paused for a moment. "So, where were we?"

"You were talking about what happened at the village fair," Deeksha quickly chimed.

"Yes. There, I could sense that Mani was sexually excited and drawn to the Zamindar."

"We rushed home. Mani barely spoke on the way; her mind was elsewhere. Our dog greeted us as soon as we arrived and started sniffing her, as it was his habit. She was dressed in the traditional village women's attire, so he tried to push his head under her saree. However, as she didn't reprimand him in her usual manner, I seized her waist from behind. Glancing at me, she swiftly entered our yard. The dog pranced around, but she paid no heed and hurried into the house. I pulled her from behind into my embrace at the door once more, and this time she let me hold her."

"That sounds intense," muttered Deeksha.

"You are hard again," she added, feeling his erection.

He was 58, so it seemed surreal to imagine him hardening again. At this time, he perhaps had sex 1-2 times a day, and tonight he might break that record. I could see why Deeksha, 38 years younger, wanted to bond with him.

"It was quite intense," he said. "Mani smoldered as soon as I embraced her from behind. My hands crept to her breasts, and I squeezed them firmly. Usually, she would push my hands away unless we were in bed. We fucked three times the previous night, but Mani's thirst wasn't quenched."

"Three times?" she muttered, stunned.

"Yes! And she was in the last phase of periods," he added.

"That's hot," muttered Deeksha as she plunged her fingers into her gushing pussy. I could hear the sound of her fingers wading through her juices.

"Mani was insatiable, just like you," he added. "She was in her fertile cycle when she first met him, but his influence lingered. We were sleeping in the shed as the sex was messy, and she didn't want to soil our bedsheets."

"That's disgusting," she mumbled. "But also so kinky. Did she really enjoy it?"

"Very much," he replied. "I was worried it made our cattle horny as we incessantly fucked in the shed."

"That day desire overwhelmed her, while lust consumed me, and in the heat of the moment I ripped open her blouse. She lost her balance, falling forward on all fours."

"Mani didn't get up and looking back, she said in her sultry voice, 'Yedu, you know what to do.'"

Deeksha's eyes popped out upon hearing this. She instinctively covered her mouth and asked, "What?"

She sat up, staring at him in amazement.

"Are you serious?" she asked him again. Now he too got up and said, "Yes."

"Mani was wanton. Her moans left no doubt it was her first, but they confirmed she loved every moment."

"Did it really happen?" She mumbled, gazing into his eyes.

"Yes."

"Standing on her fours near the door, with the risk of anyone catching her, she remained unfazed. Her ample bust and her well-rounded backside were completely exposed."

My penis strained for relief, but having ejaculated twice already, I didn't have much energy, so it was just painfully stiff.

"Mani felt embarrassed later, but I had witnessed a remarkable event and struggled to address it. It was all quiet that day until late at night when she got into the bed and immediately started kissing passionately; her hand moved to my hard-on. Mani was obviously aroused. Moments later, she unbuttoned her blouse and, straddling my waist, offered her breasts for me to explore."

"I licked them eagerly while she moaned. After what seemed like forever, she turned around, offering her vagina to lick, and she started sucking me. It was the first time she sucked me, although I already ate her several times. As she realized intensely sucking me would have me spurt in no time, she stopped and let me lick her instead."

"After over 20 minutes, she stood and shushed me out of the house. Our dog woke and ran towards her, wagging his tail. She cursorily checked and quietly headed towards the shed. I walked in behind only to find that Mani was on all fours. She beckoned me, and I repeated what I had done earlier in the day."

"Rana went about his business, and the result was the same."

"Wow. She was quite adventurous," Deeksha quipped.

"She allowed me a mercy fuck, but I didn't last for too long. The silence tortured me, but Mani was too tired to discuss it that night. But as usual, I woke her early and embraced her once more. Her velvety vagina welcomed me, and I could enter without foreplay. She quickly moistened and welcomed my cock passionately. By that time I was well acquainted with her morning breath and in fact loved it."

"Oh, that's so raunchy. The hero has not even entered the movie, but already things swelter," she said.

"Is that enough for tonight?" he asked.

"What? No," Deeksha retorted. "The thermos is filled with tea, and you are not stopping until early morning."

"Well, let me take a leak then," he said.

"Do you need my help?" she coyly asked.

"Help?"

"You are a lot like Mani," he muttered as he left. Deeksha followed him to the ledge, and there she held his penis as he watered the terrace walls. It didn't bother them since the rains in Chennai would have washed away almost anything.

Deeksha didn't let him zip and turned him around. She squatted in front and took him in her mouth. She savored it for a few minutes, and they returned to their spot. I had to leave for a few moments, but when I returned, he was unbuttoning her blouse. A lump formed in my throat. Deeksha had never allowed me to unbutton her nor inspect her body.

She nervously eyed him as he unbuttoned it and pushed it aside, revealing her soft, milky white skin. My eyes homed in on her large areolas. He was equally fascinated as he caressed her breasts.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Very much," he said. "You know Mani was a woman by the time I met her, and hers were much larger, but yours likely will be bigger soon."

He twiddled her erect nipples between his thumb and index finger.

Deeksha wriggled as his rough fingers felt the soft skin of her breasts.

"Your hands are so rough," she whispered. "Like that of a real man."

She held them and encouraged him to squeeze her breasts. Deeksha moaned as my father did so.

"But not man enough to get hard several times in a day," he said dejectedly.

She smiled. "You still don't get it. Women like men who take longer to harden, as it really brings out their inner slut."

"How?"

"Men who become hard quickly mount eagerly, before a woman moistens," she said. "And you know the secret? Once a woman decides to pleasure a man, then she can do better if she looks at it as a challenge."

"Hmmm..."

"What happened that day?" She encouraged him to continue the story.

The rest of it was hidden from me for decades. Deeksha only told me when my mother was on her deathbed and we spoke again about our beginnings. Perhaps my father insisted I shouldn't learn the details. Had I not spoken with her again, she wouldn't have told me.

"Mani woke at her usual time and performed her daily chores. I was sexually exhausted. It seemed I didn't quite know her. That night, when I called Mani, she didn't respond, and then, in her half-awake state, she mumbled, 'Sleep now, Yedu. I am exhausted.'"

"But I persisted, and then she sauntered to the bed and collapsed next to me. Feeling the warmth of her body and her breath instantly made me horny. 'I am in no mood, Yedu,' she pleaded.

'What's with you men? Such perverts!' She smiled.

She expected me to say something, but I didn't react and just waited.

"Uncle, how long were you married?" Deeksha asked.

"Why? Perhaps 2-3 weeks. Definitely less than a month," my father clarified.

"You folks were so mature, early in the relationship," Deeksha quipped.

"Hmm," he muttered. "We were. But it was our second marriage, and we knew the basics.

I hesitantly asked, 'Is this really true?'

She responded in her sweet, innocent voice, 'What?'

Mani froze but found her bearings and retorted, 'If you know, then why do you ask?'"

"Oh my god," Deeksha muttered. "I thought I knew it all, but it seems I knew nothing."

"You can't tell anyone, Deeksha," he quickly added.

"Of course. This is so scandalous; there is no way I would share this with anyone. Even Adwait shouldn't know."

"Mani stayed quiet, waiting for my reaction, but my erection left her little doubt. I leaned to kiss her, but she avoided my lips and kissed my cheek instead. 'Yedu, does this excite you? Brutes taking advantage of your wife?'

She pushed her hand inside my underwear and began massaging my hard-on. It was a moment of truth, and in the past 24 hours I understood I really enjoyed watching Mani have sex with others.

She felt my pulse and guided me onto my back. 'You are on the verge of a heart attack. Relax and breathe.'

She pushed me back and got on top. 'You are just like my first husband,' she whispered. 'Getting too excited at the thought of someone else consummating his marriage.'

'What? Really?' I asked, to which she smiled and replied, 'That's a story for another day.'"

"'I had spotted Swami at the bus station itself and understood when his men followed us home. I took a cold bath to suppress my pheromones, as I knew the Zamindar would salivate upon seeing me,' she said.

I quickly added, 'That he would have done anyhow.'

She pushed her hand in my underwear and gently stroked my penis. 'Hmm... But she salivated instead.'"

"My wide eyes left no doubt how surprised I was. 'Swami is a complete brute. He mauled my breasts with his large hands and forcefully kissed me. There was little doubt that he would be happy consummating our marriage,' she said.

'So you knew about it already?' I asked, stunned by the clarity she spoke with.

'My friends warned me before marrying you. But I had no choice and ignored them.'

'How did you know he wouldn't let you go?" I asked, almost choking.

"'I don't know,' she whispered. 'Some things can't be explained. You have to trust me.'

'What do we do, Mani?' I asked, her confession paralyzing me. Swami was powerful and could do anything to take such a pretty woman.

'Don't worry,' she said. 'It's good you get excited watching your wife mate with others. It would have been harder to deal with it otherwise.'"

I pleaded, "Mani, please, you've misunderstood." I tried to clarify, but she silenced me with a finger on my lips and started a kiss. She started stroking me furiously while making out with me. I wanted to fuck her, but she had other ideas and continued to stroke me until I ejaculated.

It ended in disappointment, but Mani said nothing and slept that night. She wasn't in the mood and was tired. The next morning felt chaotic as both Mani and I were sleep deprived, rushing to get Adwait ready for school. She seemed distant and unwell, so I didn't bug her and went to work. I returned a little late that night, and dinner was ready. She handed me a towel, a signal that she was in the mood. When I took it, she held onto it longer, signaling her desire. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She smelled faintly of sweat, a scent that I got accustomed to.

"I simply smiled and went to take a bath, getting ready for the evening's celebrations. It was much different that night, though, as Mani hadn't prepared the same way. While it wasn't uncommon for me to start sex when we were both tired, this time felt unique. We had our dinner, and soon after that, Mani turned off the light. Even though we had planned on fucking soon after Adwait dozed off, she fell asleep.

I couldn't control myself and moved to her, and surprisingly, it took a few minutes for her to wake, but by the way she parted her legs as I pushed my head under her saree, she was expecting me. Mani moaned as I pushed my tongue into her pussy. She moistened instantly and started pushing her pelvis against me. Those days women didn't wear underwear and instead wore a small loincloth underneath, especially during their periods, leaving them mostly naked under their attire. Mani eagerly pushed up her saree and pulled back her legs.

Her more pronounced scent intrigued me. The strong, musky scent from her anus enticed me, and as she raised her hips, it was right in front, urging me to act. Mani moaned loudly as I pushed my tongue inside. She approved; she even grabbed my hair and pulled me in. After a couple of minutes, she rode me with abandon, and I understood she was oversexed. After 20 minutes, she lay back and invited me to mount her. It was very intense, and I could only fuck her a few minutes, but Mani was very satisfied."

She led me back to our shed, where I fucked her once more that night. We both were tired and had little energy left for the next few days, as we both were exhausted."

"So she never told you what happened that day?" Deeksha asked.

"No," he replied. "Not right away. She understood true pleasure lies in vividly imagining such things, and disclosing everything diminishes the surprise."

"Then?"

"It's better to show through actions rather than just explaining," he added.

"While working on the fields, Mani dressed in village attire. It was an extraordinary spectacle for the villagers. Blessed with a fair complexion, she was a sight -- a ray of sunshine for those daily workers."

"I can vividly see it in my mind's eye," Deeksha said, as if she were putting herself in my mother's place.

"And no one attempted to overstep or act inappropriately," she wondered.

My father, understanding that Deeksha was fairly liberal-minded and believed in speaking her mind, was surprised.

"You know better, don't you?" He mocked her and let her blush.

After she smiled coyly, he said, "She was an Apsara (maiden) from the heavens, so no one escaped her allure. Almost all the young women got pregnant soon after her arrival. They even complained about the constant sex their husbands demanded. Some confessed it was because of Mani's arrival and that their husbands were imagining her while having sex."

"Thought so, and surely it must have inflamed you too," she added.

"Unlike the rich and today's generation," he said. "Sex constituted an integral part of our lives. It was one constant that happened in every hut. The only difference was that even women wanted to indulge and please their husbands."

"So, tell me, wasn't there anyone apart from the Zamindar?" She asked, sitting up. Deeksha's luscious breasts tempted him. His eyes were on them, and he got up and sucked on her tits for a few moments and looked up.

She looked into his eyes, for his answer, and thoughtfully added, "Based on the age difference between Murugam and Adwait, it seems like three years passed after your marriage before she delivered Murugam."

This amused him and, while kissing her, whispered, "At first your beauty scared me, but now it's your cleverness."

She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue. They embraced as she stared at him, conveying her determination not to let him go.

"You know Deeksha," he said. "I feel you were born to be the daughter-in-law of this family."

"Just the way Priyamani was born to be your wife?" she asked. She had not referred to my mother by her name until then, and it seemed like the conversation became more intimate. He only flinched and said, "Yes, like that," in response to Deeksha's deduction.

To be continued...