Early in the morning
They met next in the kitchen downstairs. It was the morning after the wild night of sex in the household. Shobha had woken up, her body wonderfully tired but well rested from the deep slumber through the night. Her clothes were draped around her, and the bed sheet covered one part of her bare body that lay beneath. As she overcame her drowsiness she remembered the events of the night before. She felt the bed next to her and discovered that her husband was not in the room.
She remembered the pounding she had taken from behind; the first time her husband had been imaginatively inspired by the movie on the TV the night before. That had been right after Shobha's delightful mistake of entering her nephew Ajay's room, instead of her own. She felt a stirring in her loins and stretched herself as a contented cat would, thinking of the arousal and the response she had from the boy. She had mistakenly entered that room and gone down on him, taking his virgin cock deep in her throat thinking it was her husband. The size, the response and the feel gave the mistake away but by then it was too late. Ajay, the nephew was wildly aroused and made sure his aunt took his virginity before she left the room.
Shobha was glad for it. The boy, just about nineteen years old, had the strong drive one would expect from a virgin lad that young. But he was also well endowed. Shobha lazily rubbed her mound as she felt the stirrings of desire at the thought of that stud. Then she realized that both Ajay and her husband had fucked her in succession and she had fallen asleep. She was coated with their juices and it had dried off on her.
Then as she became more fully awake, she remembered where she was and where all this had happened. This was her husband's elder brother's house which they were visiting. Her brother-in-law had fucked his wife and that had been a noisy animal coupling which triggered Shobha's desires and later her husband Kumar's as well. As Shobha returned to her husband's bed after the unexpected encountered with the nephew, Kumar, who had been aroused by the sounds from his brother's bedroom had fucked Shobha energetically and the woman had ended up with two men within an hour the same night.
And it was illicit. That made her feel sober, as Shobha reached for her bra and panties. She needed to go down and help the lady of the house in the kitchen. That was the Indian tradition; the women would spend time together so that Dipti found it easier to cope with her guests. Shobha was a little unsure of seeing Dipti eye to eye. She felt guilty by the light of day for having taken Dipti's son's virginity. And there was the lingering doubt as to whether Dipti had discovered the two of them but left them undisturbed. Dipti's room door did seem to have been ajar and Shobha felt she had seen it shut after she crossed to her own room. Surely, that was Dipti? Dipti had also twice passed by Ajay's room while Ajay and Shobha were fucking like animals, and asked Ajay about the noises emanating from his room. Luckily she had not entered.
When Shobha entered the kitchen Dipti was working there getting morning tea and some crackers and biscuits organized. Shobha came up behind Dipti and soon was standing next to her.
"Good morning, Didi!" she wished Dipti, "Can I help with anything?"
"Oh, hello Shobha. No you need not. I am mostly done. You relax- you seem to have had a tough, long night isn't it?" responded Dipti.
Shobha froze. Was Dipti referring to the deflowering of her son; had she guessed? Or was she referring to the noises that she and Kumar may have made while engaging in the act? After all, hadn't she and Kumar heard Dipti and Gopal going at each other noisily?
"Well, it was a busy night for you too!" replied Shobha. This kind of conversation around their sex lives had happened several times, but the specific reference to an event at night was new.
Dipti's hands stopped even as she started adding sugar to the tea which was on the boil. "What was I busy with?" she asked.
"Well, we heard you!" replied Shobha, shoving her brother-in-law's wife playfully on the shoulder. Dipti resumed the tea making.
"I was with my husband," replied Dipti.
It was Shobha's turn to go deep red. Her chest started heaving as she felt her throat constrict. "I too was with mine" she countered.
"Haan, eventually yes!" pushed on Dipti as she bustled about the kitchen.
Shobha slowly arranged the biscuits in a pattern on the plate. She didn't look up at Dipti. Her mind went over the way she had mouthed and wetted her nephew's cock and how she had admired the specimen of manhood. Hell, she had even thought if the father had anything like what the son sported, Dipti must have been having fun! And now this; the morning after.
"So, how was it?" asked Dipti. She was relentless, even though she was not being direct.
"Well, I had had a bit to drink. It was a lovely evening. That movie had that raunchy scene. I guess all of us were a bit aroused" went on Shobha. She felt her pussy moisten as her deeper mind relived the amazing pleasure. Had the illicitness of it enhanced the pleasure she wondered as her hands toyed with next biscuit pack.
"All that is true. It doesn't fully answer the question though. Did you enjoy him?" Dipti persisted.
"I don't know why you want to know the details" blushed Shobha. "We were not newly weds and it wasn't our first time."
"It was for him!" said Dipti, finally nailing the point beyond doubt. She knew. Somehow she knew. Either because she come by the room; while Shobha was riding her nephew like she would a bucking bronco; or she was at her room door watching Shobha go from Ajay's room to her husband, Kumar's room. Or maybe it was just Dipti's maternal instinct.
