I was already planning my next visit to my mother-in-law’s house. But a few things transpired that prevented me from implementing my plan in the subsequent weeks. I got a temporary assignment in the north and I had to leave my wife at her mother’s house and attend to it, and did not come back until it was close to my wife’s delivery.
It was/is customary for the wife to be in her mother’s house for the delivery of her baby.
I had heard that my sister-in-law would also be there and the prospect of meeting her excited me.
But what I did not know was that our fuck sessions had been very productive. There she was standing, looking radiant, with a flushed face – and a nice little bump in her belly. She smiled as she saw me looking her over. I was elated and sad at once. Happy that she was pregnant, and sad that I wouldn’t be able to fuck her.
But she couldn’t have been more than two months in, right? We can still have sex. I fucked my wife well into her fifth month. In fact, she was horny as hell throughout her pregnancy. So yeah, I had a chance.
I found her alone on the terrace late one evening. There was a festival in the temple nearby and all had gone, and she had stayed back. She’d said she felt sick, but I had my doubts. It was as if she wanted me to come to her. I walked up and stood next to her.
She looked up and smiled and walked back to where no one could see us from the road. I reached out and squeezed her ass.
“Uff… oh,” she gasped. “Can’t you think of anything else? I am so happy now. I can’t thank you enough, really.”
“Don’t thank me,” I said, not removing my hand. I turned her towards me and, placing both my hands on her waist, I pushed myself against her ass.
“No, mother said to be careful, not to do it again. We should stop.” she said.
“What? NO! I want you. This will not hurt the baby, Come on. I screwed your sister till…”
She interrupted, “No, I won’t let you.”
“What about this?” I asked, and pulled down my pants along with my underwear. My think, swollen cock jerked up. I already had a drop of pre-cum oozing out as I pulled the foreskin all the way back.
“Cheee, put it back,” she giggled.
“So you don’t have any use for this?” I asked.
“Maybe next year, not now,” she said.
I did not give up. I took her hand and placed it on my cock. “Finish me,” I said.
“What? Now? Here?” she looked at me.
“Why not? A good time as any. There’s no one around.”
“Mother is downstairs,” she said.
“Fuck that. Fuck her,” I said.
I put my hand on hers and started stroking my cock. She relented and positioned herself by my side. One hand went around me for support and with the other she stroked my dick. I squeezed her ass through the layers of her sari and petticoat.
I could feel her panty. I worked my hand around both her cheeks, delighting in the familiar hard ass. I deliberately placed my fingers on her ass crack and dug the layers of her sari into it and rode it up and down, and once tried to poke her asshole with my middle finger.
“You have not changed,” she said, giggling.
“I have not fucked in two months,” I said. “I need to fuck, come on!” I implored her.
“No way,” she responded and started stroking faster.
“OK. then take my cock in your mouth,” I pleaded.
I wasn’t surprised when she looked around for a place to squat, finally sitting down on the topmost step. I walked around and pulled my pants all the way down. Before I could get completely ready, she took a hold of my cock and put it in her mouth.
She added her spit to it, and soon I was looking down at my blood gorged thick stub going in and out of her mouth smoothly.