Sex With My Sister In Law

In the sultry heat of Mumbai, I found myself entangled in a web of desire and forbidden fruit. At 26, I was newly married, but my appetite for sex remained insatiable. Among the many women I had been with, one encounter stood out—the one with my sister-in-law, Priya. She was the epitome of temptation, with her milky white skin, curvaceous figure, and full, inviting lips. Her name alone could make my heart race.

My marriage was a strange blend of love and arrangement, but my heart belonged to my wife, despite my wandering eyes and insatiable lust. Priya, however, had always been a taboo, a forbidden fruit that I couldn't help but crave. Our interactions before marriage were innocent, but as the engagement approached, our texts took a turn that ignited my imagination.

Priya: So, you're going to give me space in your life now?
Me: What do you mean?
Priya: I meant, we're family now, right?
Me: Yeah, your sister and I will always care for you. But I'm worried not everyone in your family will like me.
Priya: Why?
Me: Well, I'm not fair-skinned. I'm dusky. Not sure if everyone will approve.
Priya: Trust me, you look handsome.
Me: Okay, it's late. Get some sleep. Goodnight.
Priya: Goodnight.

That conversation left me stirring with thoughts of her. The way she phrased "give me space" echoed in my mind, planting seeds of desire that I couldn't ignore.

A few days later, Priya walked into the engagement ceremony, her body draped in a stunning red and blue saree. She was a vision of beauty, her figure more toned and her presence more alluring than ever. Her long, free-flowing hair and bold red lipstick drove me wild. I couldn't help but imagine those lips wrapped around me, sucking me deeply.

During the ceremony, I found myself stealing glances at her, my mind racing with lustful thoughts. I tried to focus on my wife, but Priya's presence was a constant distraction. As the night wore on, I could feel the tension building, my desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment.

A couple of weeks later, I was married. The night of our first encounter was electric. I was staying at my in-laws' house, my body aching with anticipation. My mother-in-law directed me upstairs to freshen up. My wife, Ria, would join me shortly. As I washed away the day's grime, I could feel my excitement building.

I returned to the room to find Priya arranging sweets on the table. She was dressed in a pink and cream saree, the same color as Ria's. The dim lighting cast a soft glow on her skin, making her look even more enticing. I couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her.

I approached her from behind, my hands roaming over her hips, squeezing her firm ass. She gasped, but I didn't stop. I pressed my body against hers, my hardness evident as I ground against her. She tried to pull away, but I held her firmly, my lips finding her neck, kissing and nibbling her sensitive skin.

Her saree began to slip, revealing the swell of her breasts. I couldn't help but cup them, feeling their weight and softness through the thin fabric of her blouse. She moaned softly, her body responding to my touch despite her initial resistance.

I spun her around, my lips crashing against hers. She tasted sweet, her breath hitching as I deepened the kiss. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. I could feel her nipples hardening under my touch, her body betraying her desire.

I pushed her against the door, my hips thrusting against hers. She could feel my hardness, my need for her. I slipped my hand under her saree, my fingers finding the waistband of her petticoat. I pulled it down, revealing her lacy thong. I could see the wet spot, a testament to her arousal.

She tried to push me away, but I was relentless. I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as my fingers slipped into her thong, finding her wet and ready. She moaned, her body arching into my touch. I could feel her desire matching my own, her body begging for more.

Suddenly, she pushed me away, her voice breathless. "I'm Priya," she whispered, her eyes wide with shock and desire.

I froze, my mind racing. I had been so caught up in the moment that I had forgotten who she was. I apologized, my voice hoarse with desire. "I thought you were Ria," I lied, my heart pounding in my chest. "The light was dim, and you were wearing the same color saree."

She nodded, her breath coming in soft gasps. "It's okay," she whispered. "I shouldn't have been here."

As she left the room, I could feel my body aching with unfulfilled desire. I turned to Ria, my need for release overwhelming. I pushed her against the wall, my lips finding hers. I could taste Priya on her lips, her scent lingering in the air. I stripped her of her saree, leaving her in her blouse and petticoat.

I told her to kneel, my voice commanding. She obeyed, her eyes never leaving mine as she took me into her mouth. I could feel the wet heat of her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I imagined it was Priya, her lips wrapped around me, sucking me deeply.

Ria's hands roamed over my body, her touch sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my desire building, my body aching for release. I pulled out of her mouth, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I stripped her of her petticoat and thong, leaving her bare before me.

I entered her roughly, my hips thrusting against hers. I could feel her tight walls gripping me, her body welcoming me in. I imagined it was Priya, her body beneath mine, her lips parted in a moan of pleasure. I fucked her harder, my desire for Priya fueling my actions.

Ria's hands gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into her. "Faster," she moaned, her voice breathless. "Fuck me faster."

I obliged, my hips moving in a frenzy. I could feel my release building, my body tensing with the effort. I imagined Priya's lips wrapped around me, her tongue licking my shaft. The thought sent me over the edge, my body convulsing as I came, spilling my seed deep inside Ria.

As I pulled out of her, I could feel my desire for Priya still burning within me. I lay down on the bed, my body spent but my mind racing with thoughts of her. Ria noticed my hardness, her eyes widening in surprise.

"What's gotten into you today?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

I couldn't answer, my mind too focused on the forbidden fruit that I couldn't have. Instead, I turned to her, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. I explored her body with my hands, my fingers finding her wet and ready once again. I fingered her roughly, my mind filled with images of Priya.

As I lay down beside her, my body sated but my mind still racing, I knew that this desire for Priya would never be fulfilled. She was a forbidden fruit, a temptation that I couldn't resist but couldn't have. And that knowledge only made my desire for her burn brighter, my need for her more insatiable.