Friday and Saturday came and went without any contact from her.
Priya was in turmoil emotionally. She had fantasized about Matthew, but to actually go through with it? He was a so different from her husband. Her husband was an Indian man, about five-foot seven, quiet, lazy, inattentive and uncreative sexually. But he was a good man. A loyal man. She could rely on him.
Matthew was the complete opposite of Raj. He was tall, about six-one. He was white, which was a new thing for her. He was in great shape with broad shoulders and good muscle tone. That's because he worked out a lot. The opposite of lazy. He worked from home in the tech industry and could set his own hours. He was pretty flexible that way. And no man has ever been so attentive to her. Whenever she entered the room, Matthew locked in on her. It was as if she was his world - and he made her know it just from a glance. She liked that. She craved that.
The bond between them had been strengthened, and that scared her. He was married to her sister! Why did her sister have to meet him first? And Priya...she was married to Raj who had given her a child. This was just...wrong. Undeniably wrong. If they were ever found out, the family would be ruined! In the Indian culture, family was everything. Yes, the bond had been strengthened between her and her brother-in-law on so many levels, but she had to weaken it. Even if it meant weakening a wonderful friendship.
Matthew and her sister Zoe were over on Sunday for a dinner that had been planned since before 'the incident'. Priya spent the entire evening trying not to be alone with her brother-in-law, and trying not to look at him. It was hard, though. She wanted him. Badly.
He did manage to slip her a note, despite the fact that they were never alone.
'I have no regrets. You are amazing.' Was all it said.
Her heart pounded and her pussy flooded when she read it. She had to fight the tears that were welling in her eyes. She had strong feelings for this man who was not her husband. She had to talk with him and end things before they began.
The next day she called him.
"Hi." She sang when he answered the phone. Gawd, he loved how she said that word on the phone -- always the same way. Kind of like a song.
"Thank you for the note." She said. And the conversation went downhill from there. She explained that as great as the experience was, they had the family to consider. This could not ever happen again. Matthew managed to salvage their friendship out of the conversation. Things would be almost as before.
He was happy with that.
He knew that things could never be exactly as before.
But as long as they pretended as much, Matthew would still get to see her and speak to her frequently, which made a repeat inevitable. One day.
The days turned into weeks, which actually turned into months. He was seeing Priya two or three times per week, and speaking to her on the phone most of the days that he didn't see her. It did nothing to sooth his desires. Or her desires, for that matter. In fact, the two of them were falling for each other, without admitting it to themselves. That was certainly a can of worms that they did not want to open! They got along incredibly well. Whenever they were together -- with or without other people around -- they stared into each other's eyes a little too frequently, and a little too long. Her big, beautiful, dark eyes were very captivating.
They had taken to saying hello and goodbye to each other with a hug. Both of them looked forward to those hugs, and whenever they were alone the hugs tended to linger and get pretty tight. It did not go beyond that.
Six months went by and the two in-laws were close again. In early April they started playing tennis on a nearby court at least once per week. They laughed and talked together and shared intimate conversations with more frequency. They were as close as a man and a woman could be without touching. By late April, six months after their "mistake", touching did start to happen. Subtly at first. A brush of the hand here, a brief hug goodbye there. Or one occasion when she was looking over the ingredients on a frozen food package and he was looking over her shoulder reading along with her -- their cheeks touched ever so briefly.
Each touch of their skin sent thrills up and down both of their bodies. Memories of his rampant hard-on sliding inside her aching pussy often had her squirming in her seat.
It was the end of spring but perhaps the first reasonably warm day of the year. The two were playing tennis again. Priya was wearing navy shorts, socks, sneakers and a tight brown t-shirt. It was one of the rare times that she wore shorts, but it was a warm enough day. The t-shirt clung to her torso as tight as was possible, putting her beautiful breasts on display for him. Her hair was back in a ponytail. Matthew was wearing shorts and a shirt as well. Again - it was too cool for shorts, but after an hour or more of tennis it was too hot.
On this particular day they played for just over an hour and a half and were completely exhausted when they called it quits. He had just scored the winning point and Priya collapsed playfully on the court. She lay on her back, smiling, chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Matthew circled the net to head for the sidelines, approaching her.
"I am out of shape!" she gasped. They joked about that a lot -- pretty much every time they played. They were both out of shape. He offered his hand to her, but her eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath. Finally, she opened them, saw the outstretched hand, and rolled her eyes, smiling.
"Ungh!" she groaned. She reached up and weakly took his hand. As usual, both of them felt the electricity when their skin touched. He pulled her to her feet and she playfully collapsed on him, draping an arm over his one shoulder and resting her forehead on the other. His arm had slipped around her waist.
Her breathing was starting to return to normal, but she continued to lean on him.
He was looking down at her. He wanted her badly at that moment. As soon as Priya looked up, Matthew's lips were on hers.
She didn't pull away, but her slowing heart started to speed back up again. She opened her mouth and kissed him back, standing up straighter. His tongue slipped into her mouth and her pussy flooded as she kissed her brother-in-law for the first time in a few months. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her sweaty body against his, sending her tongue into his mouth.
Matthew loved how Priya's tongue felt rubbing against his. His heart soared. Their lips were smacking loudly as they kissed passionately right there in the middle of an empty tennis court. He was conscious of her large breasts pressed against him.
She was conscious of the bulge in his shorts pressing against her stomach, and she yearned to have him inside her again. She kissed him more urgently.
