Author's Note:
Welcome to the second chapter of Sloppy Seconds. This series is an experiment to have few of the dialogues in Hindi with most of the story in English. I have continued that trend here as well. I hope the story should still make sense to readers unfamiliar with Hindi.
Please read the first chapter to understand the story and characters better.
All the characters in this story are above 18 years of age. Hope you enjoy this story. Let me know your feedback and constructive criticisms in the comments.
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The morning after -
Ishika, Ansh and I sat at the dining table on that lazy Sunday morning. My wife had prepared delicious
upma
and tea for breakfast. She was still hungover from her drinks last night and looked grumpy. Her cute face was full of frowns. I avoided eye contact with her, concentrating on my plate instead. Ansh did likewise. I looked towards my brother-in-law and raised an eyebrow. He shrugged. When we looked at Ishika, she was glaring at us, sipping on her tea. We promptly got back to admiring our plates.
Ishika finished her tea and put down her empty cup on the table, forcefully, breaking the silence and jolting us out of our reverie.
"Alright. You two need to come clean, right now," she said, bristling at us. "What the fuck happened last night?"
Ansh and I both stammered, trying to explain and come up with excuses at the same time. Ishika held up her hand. Silence.
"I know you guys planned this. Don't even think of lying," she said, sternly.
I was shocked!
She knew? How?
I looked at Ansh.
"Tumhe pata tha? Since when?" he asked her, bewildered.
"Ever since you blabbermouths planned this over your drinking session," she said.
"But... if you already knew," I asked, confused, "why are you angry?"
"Because... you planned this behind my back," she said, pointing her finger at me like a dagger. "You decided it for me. Mujhse puchha tak nahi. I hate you!" She pouted and looked at Ansh. "I hate you too!"
I knew my wife well enough to know when she was truly angry. This didn't feel like it.
"Honey... look, I am sorry," I said, placing my hand on top of hers. "It just came up while Ansh and I were talking, and one thing led to another."
"Maine kuch nahi kiya, didi. It was all jiju's plan. I even suggested that we should stop," Ansh said. I glared at him. He shrank back into his chair.
"Babe, I know we did this behind your back. But we just wanted to give you an option. That's all. It was always going to be your decision."
I sat back, relaxed and added with a grin, "And, looks like you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Which is why I am only mildly pissed off and not furious. Next time you guys plan something behind my back, I'll nip your cocks during blowjob."
Ansh and I winced, imagining the pain.
Her face softened. "Yes, I did enjoy it... a lot." With a twinkle in her eyes, she added, "And I intend to enjoy it to the fullest!"
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The following week was wilder than my wildest imagination. Ishika asked Ansh to move back with us for a week.
The brother and sister were insatiable with lust. Each night, after dinner, I retired to our bedroom and watched Ishika freshen up, put on some light make-up and a skimpy nightgown. She gave me a goodnight kiss and left the bedroom. I heard the guest room door getting locked and that was it. I laid on the bed agonizing over the lack of audio and visual of my wife's incestuous carnal activities with her younger brother.
Some days, she spent the entire night with him. On others, she came back to our bedroom in the middle of the night. Her well fucked pussy dripped with her brother's cum. I'd still be lying awake with a huge erection. On those nights, I fucked her passionately, enjoying sloppy seconds.
I asked her to let me watch them in action. She declined. She told me, they both needed some time alone to satisfy their newfound, overwhelming lust for each other. She promised to make it up to me, requesting me to give her a week's time. I agreed, reluctantly. It was hard, after all, not to be able to see them again, after watching them that first night on her birthday.
Finally, the following Sunday arrived. The brother and sister spent almost the entire day locked up within the guest room. I was off duty from the hospital and got bored in the house. I heard some loud moans and grunts intermittently emanating from the guest room. I eavesdropped but didn't hear much. Leaving my wife and her brother undisturbed, I left the house. I visited some friends and watched movies at the multiplex. When I came home that night, Ansh had moved back to his own apartment, bringing their honeymoon period to a close.
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My brother-in-law was at our house again the following weekend. Ishika finally relented this time and agreed to let me watch them fuck. She was uncharacteristically shy about it, though. She didn't want me to watch them openly. Instead, she left the guest room door slightly ajar that night and switched off the main lights. Only a small night lamp barely illuminated the guest room. I watched, surreptitiously, through the ajar door as my wife and her brother made love. She didn't return to our bedroom after they were done.
I couldn't sleep that night. I went to the living room and made myself a drink. A few minutes later, Ansh strolled into the living room only in his boxers. He was startled to see me, sitting in the dark. We hadn't had a chance to speak in detail since he and Ishika became lovers. He made himself a drink and sat on the couch. We sipped from our glasses silently.
"Jiju, aap se baat nahi ho paya," he said, awkwardly. "We haven't had our usual drinks session, ever since didi's birthday."
I nodded. "Yes, you've been quite busy. I saw tonight," I said with a grin.
To alleviate the awkwardness, I jabbed him playfully on his shoulder. He smiled and almost blushed in embarrassment.