Hello readers! I am married for the past six years and
blessed with two children.
I am not an oldie, mind you folks, I am only thirty
years old. I got married at
an early age, when I was just twenty-four (it was a
norm in our family). This
incident happened on one of our trips to a relative’s
village. I and my family
went to the village, which was a little hamlet by the
sea, midway between
Chennai and Pondicherry. As our car entered the house,
I could see Nirmala and
her hubby Senthil standing there to welcome us. My
wife's sister, Nirmala (Nimi,
to all of us and hence forth to you all) was two years
junior, to my wife in
college. Soon after my wife's graduation, we were
married. Right from the
beginning, I could sense that Nimi was a bold and
outgoing type in sharp
contrast to my wife. I always look forward to visit
them which was usually once
in a month, because it was so much fun being with her.
No hanky panky people,
just some “silumishum” (a Tamil word, just because I
could not think, of the
right word for it in English. Readers you would find
such words through out this
narration, I would do my best to translate. And I need
all the help here, please
mail me with a suitable word or phrase.) After Nimi
graduated, she got a job in
Bangalore and fell in love with his colleague, and got
married a year later.
Senthil's father was a fisherman and I could guess
that they were moderately
wealthy, judging by the size of their house in
contrast to the surrounding
houses. I think he was also the village elder, because
all the people who
happened to cross their house would stop by to wish
him. Their house was a
stones throw from the sea shore and my kids hardly
entered the house, instead
they rushed towards the beach.

“Machan” (brother-in- law), this is how Senthil
addresses me and I reciprocate
similarly, he chided me saying that at least now we
found the time to visit
their family. I told him that we could not do it
before because we had our own
busy schedules. We went in search of our wife's, who
were busy with the kids at
the beach. After a sumptuous meal of “meen columbu”
(fish curry), “vanjaram meen
fry” (fish fry), we retired for a afternoon nap. But
my kids would hear nothing
of it, they wanted to go out and play in the wet sand.
I wouldn't blame them, if
I was a rumbustious five and two year old, I would do
the same thing. But
Senthil's father promised to take them on a boat trip
in the evening if they
took a nap. This satisfied them to an extent, but not
before the usual barrage
of questions. Well if you have kids you would know,
for a sample, the questions
were something like this “is the boat big like the
Titanic? And what would we do
if it goes under water (I think he meant, sink, which
was not part of my two
year olds vocabulary, yet). We all had a good laugh.

In the evening we went to a place which was some
distance from their house,
where there was a big catamaran, and powered by a
Yamaha engine. Senthil's
father after some haggling with the owner regarding
the price for a round trip (I
could hear faintly that the owner of the boat was
saying something about the
cost of diesel going up), informed us all to get
inside. It was big and four
people had to push it in, after the engine started it
cut through the water like
a knife. Two minutes into the ride, I thought about
this perspective of life,
what was a huge catamaran on the shore was now only a
tiny insignificant speck
in this mighty ocean, and our life's journey is
similar to it, in this world. “Hey,
this is an article for indiansexstories. net,” I could
hear you readers shouting,
“not philosophy.com” . Ok, ok I am getting their. Soon
we lost sight of the shore
and we could see a lot of power boats returning to the
shore with the days catch,
I should say weeks catch, because some of the
fisherman are returning after
staying for so long at sea. All this and other facts
were narrated by Senthil's
father and my kids could not have enough of it, they
were fascinated and
thrilled. When we returned our legs were wobbly and it
was slightly difficult
for us to walk on the soft sand. After some more time
at the beach we were all
so tired from the day’s activity, even my kids didn't
object when suggested that
we go have dinner as it was getting late.

It got pretty dark soon and since it was a small
hamlet there were only a few
street lights and there were no fancy neon lights or
bright lights of the malls
and supermarkets. It was pitch dark and the ocean
which was only a few meters
away, could only be heard, not seen. After dinner the
kids stayed with “Thaatha/Paatty”
(grandpa/grandma) , in the room on the ground floor,
while we went upstairs.
Senthil informed us that the first floor was
constructed only recently after
their marriage. There were two rooms one of which they
occupied, whenever they
come down from Bangalore and the other served as a
guest room. A common veranda
was in between the two rooms and a stair case
adjoining it. Nimi suggested that
we take the guest room, but I told her that I would
prefer to sleep in the
veranda. Having spent most of my life in the city and
its claustrophobic
atmosphere, I wanted to relish this open air freedom.
“Mama”, (brother-in- law,
Nimi always addresses me this way) “you are going to
regret it later”, she
giggled, the significance of it, which I failed to
grasp. Suddenly it flashed
through me, mosquito menace, so I told her to go and
get some “Tortoise” (a
brand of mosquito repellent). As soon as I said this
both my wife and Nimi burst
out laughing, this was ended by a comment from my wife
“makku” (stupid).

As Nimi left, I asked my wife as to what was so funny.
My wife drew me near and
said that we would not be having any privacy sleeping
in the veranda. Oh! So
that's what all this was about. I grabbed my wife's
arm and I took her to the
far corner of the open terrace were we could be alone.
She expected some
smooching, but I told her that I have to talk about
something that happened in
the afternoon. She became curious and I told her that
she should not interrupt
till I finish. I told my wife that as we were lying in
bed during the afternoon,
and before going to sleep, Senthil was casually
standing their and chatting with
us, and suddenly he turned his head towards my wife
and his eyes stayed fixed on
her for a brief moment. After that I saw him blushing
and he ended the
conversation saying that we should be tired and left
us. I became curious as to
what caused this sudden blushing and so I walked to
the spot where he was
standing and I could see the reason. From that vantage
point I was treated to a
glorious cleavage show of my wife. I told her that
even though I have seen her
completely naked, the position she was lying in, the
amount of flesh, and the
color of the dress all had such a erotic mix, that I
had a instant hard on. And
no wonder the poor guy had to leave in a hurry.

My wife apologized and said that she will be more
careful in the future. More
careful, what nonsense are you talking and do you want
me to miss all this fun.
My wife was slightly taken aback by my revelation. I
told her that I enjoyed and
before she could say another word, the devil was back
with the mosquito
repellent coils. Surprised to find us in a corner of
the terrace, Nimi asked
whether she had come at the wrong time. I told her
that this was the second time
she had done that. She went on the defensive saying
that, she entered just now
and she would not try to eavesdrop on her sister. I
laughed and said, what I
meant was that, she had come at the wrong time twenty
five years ago during
birth and now was the second time. She said “kollupu”
(which literally means “fat”,
our bodies’ energy reservoirs. Its English equivalent
is beyond me). Nimi then
bought some straw mat and pillows for us to lie down
and lit a few repellent
coils. We made our self comfortable, and Nimi went
downstairs as her hubby was
calling her. Just as she was about to alight the
flight of stairs, I called and
said, to take her time and not to be back in a hurry.
She said that she
understood, as she was not a “tube light” (dull
person) like me. I told her that
how could I understand all the “double meaning” talk
between sisters, as I was a
pious man. She shot back saying then how could a pious
man be the father of two
“nandus” (crabs) running around the house. I then
raised both my hands upwards
and said that's all “kadavul sayal” (GOD'S doing) and
I had no part in it. Both
of them had a hearty laugh at my joke.

As soon as I made sure that Nimi had gone down, I
grabbed my wife and planted a
kiss on her lips. She pushed me back and continued the
conversation we had at
the terrace. She wanted to know whether I was joking,
when I said that I enjoyed
thinking about what happened in the afternoon. I said
the answer to your
question is here, and took her hand to my groin area
and planted it firmly, so
that she could grasp the full extent of the answer
(pun intended). I stared to
kiss all over her face and in between my kisses she
was asking me what I would
do, if somebody took advantage of her and was
caressing her all over. I
continued to do what I was doing and told her that
would be fine with me, as
long as both of you are enjoying. She was determined
to get to the bottom of
this, as she continued to ask a lot of other silly but
erotic questions. She
said that the other person might want to suck and
squeeze and nibble at her
breasts and my reply was “Yeah, why not? Let him do”.
Then she continued, what
will happen if he wants to proceed further, my reply
was the same. By now I had
inserted my hand into her saree (dress)
And was moving towards the mound and was surprised to
meet with her wet panties.
Now I understood that she was not picking my brains
with these questions but
rather enjoying them. With this insight, I got bolder
and told her that I would
like to see my wife enjoying herself with another man,
a stranger, and
particularly with a “kramathu kattan” (rustic
villager).

I told her that these “kattan's” had nice long and
dark ones (it was my
imagination, at least I hoped so). And I would love to
see one of those things
inside my wife. She did not say a word of protest our
was shy to hear such talk
from her husband, which indicated a seal of approval
for me, to proceed. I told
her that I would love to hear her moans and grunts as
the “kattan” was filling
her and satisfying her completely. Just then we parted
as we heard foot steps
and saw Senthil entering and I casually remarked that,
here comes a “kattan”.
This remark of mine bought a smile to my wife's face
as this word is always used
in a derogatory way. I had more than intended it to be
a joke, as I was subtly
indicating to my wife. Whether she got my point or not
I could not tell. Nimi
was also back, carrying water for us to drink for the
night. All of us were
chatting casually, sitting there in the dark of the
night, and I wanted to make
the most of this situation. My wife was in heat and
also I knew that Nimi was a
instant geyser, a sensuous touch is all that's needed
for her. (I am talking
from experience, the numerous “silumishums” before her
wedding). Now the only
person left was Senthil. I wanted to plant some kinky
thoughts into him and I
had to speak to him in private away from the girls,
and suddenly I remembered
that we did not have a smoke the whole day. I said
“machan” lets go for a smoke.

Senthil got a packet from his bag and we went to the
far corner of the terrace
away from the girls. As we lit up a cigarette, Senthil
narrated an incident,
when he was caught red handed by his father who could
clearly see the red glow
from the cigarette in this pitch black darkness. Then
he asked me whether I
liked the village, because you city folks would find
it all boring here. I
honestly told him that this would be a nice way to
unwind from the busy schedule
of city life and the kids would kill me if I don't
bring them again for their
next holidays. Now was the chance I was waiting for, I
told him that my wife
loved it very much as she has a fantasy involving a
village. Senthil was curious
and asked me about it. I told him my wife would kill
me if I told to someone.
Even before he could plead I continued, saying that,
it was one of my wife's
fantasy to make love to a “kattan” from a village (of
course I lied). I paused
for the effect to sink in and asked him to keep it a
secret. I turned away from
him as I wanted him to think that I could not read his
mind or his intentions.
But from the corner of my eyes I could see the effect
of my dirty work and I
smiled to myself. I faced the sea and took a few deep
breaths and said that the
air is so brazing up here. We finished our smoke and
Senthil was silent the
whole time and I didn't want to disturb him.

We found the girls still chatting, and we joined them
and there was nothing more
for me to do except to wait and see how things unfold.
After ten minutes or so
Nimi said that she was going to get blankets for us
and went into their room. I
volunteered to help and followed her, she bent down to
pick up the blankets
which was kept under the cot and I patted her on her
bum. She stood up rubbing
her bum and with a coy smile said that she would tell
her sister all about this.
I told her to go ahead as I was not afraid of her
sister and in fact challenged
her that I would hug her and give her a kiss. She said
only in my dreams, as I
could not muster the courage to do it. With this I
took hold of her and gave a
kiss fully on her lips and I let her go after a few
moments. But to my surprise
I found that she neither moved from the spot nor
opened her eyes to leave. Again
I hugged her and this time boldly kissed her on the
lips, James Bond style. It
must have been for a full two minutes, I sucked her
tongue and probed deep
inside her. As I had more than this planned for the
night, I intended not to
stop with this. I gently let go of her and she opened
her eyes, I smiled and
once again bought her close to me and kissed her neck
just below her ear lobes.
With this I started to collect the blankets and left
the room. (This, I had read
somewhere, that if you plan to seduce some one don't
stop with a kiss. Because a
kiss is wholesome, the beginning and the end of
things, nothing more and nothing
less. There is nothing to suggest that you are going
to proceed beyond a kiss.
On the other hand the receiver would be content with
this kiss. To take things
far into the night, indicate that the act is to be
continued and not a full stop.
That's why I kissed her neck).

As we came out and placed the blankets on the mat, I
found my wife asking all
sorts of questions about the life and hardships of
being a fisherman, which
Senthil was answering with all sincerity. Suddenly she
looked up at us and asked,
what took so long and Nimi answered without missing a
beat that all the blankets
had to be dusted ( I warned you about her and for my
part I would have mumbled
for an answer). This satisfied my wife and she
continued her conversation with
Senthil. After some time, I don't really know what
time of the night it was,
Senthil indicated that he was sleepy and wished us a
good night and went to his
room. We were talking for some more time and were
starting to feel the deadly
attack of the mosquitoes. Nimi found out that due to
the strong breeze the coils
have burnt up quickly and she went again downstairs to
fetch some more coils for
us. I took this opportunity and pointed out to my wife
that she could stay in
Senthil's room as the new coils might take some time
to take effect. I thought
she would object saying that she did not want to
disturb him, but to my surprise
she took the bait and went. I hoped that everything
would proceed smoothly. Now
my job was to keep this Nimi occupied so that, my wife
and Senthil could take
their own time to get into the act (I was quite sure
they would). Nimi came with
more coils and lighted it up and placed one in all
four corners. I asked her to
give me company as her sister was in the room resting
till such time these coils
could do their job. I took another cigarette and lit
it up and started to chat
with her. Just then we heard Nimi's mother-in-law
calling from downstairs. She
was inquiring as to why we had not gone to sleep and
was everything comfortable.
I took this opportunity to sneak past the room to a
side window through which I
could see all that was happening inside.

Senthil was fully awake and was chatting with my wife,
who was lying on the bed
in a reclining position with a hand to support her
head. From here I could tell
that she was much more generous in the cleavage show
than in the afternoon,
though I could only guess as the window was on the
other side. Nimi came up and
was about to enquire what I was doing by the side of
the window, when I motioned
her to remain silent by putting a finger on my lips.
She tiptoed to the place
where I was and we were both silently listening to
their conversation. Nimi had
to slightly bend to see through the window as she was
shorter and she was
watching from the bottom half. I found her ass highly
tempting as I wanted to
touch it, but restrained myself till the action inside
heated up. Senthil was
asking my wife whether there were any interesting
things from their college days,
and to tell her particularly about any incidents
involving Nimi. My wife was
reluctant, and she said that she could not betray her
sister. Senthil was
pleading now, but my wife was cleaver to turn the
tables back on him saying that
she would say, provided if he disclosed some secrets
of his life before marriage.
I whispered in Nimi's ear “This is going to be
interesting.”

Well Senthil took some time and my wife reminded him
that she was waiting. He
blurted out saying that there was this girl called
“Kokila”, from his class and
he had a soft corner for her. They would meet every
day and things got better
and better with them and one day he fondled her in a
remote place. The girl ran
away in shyness and the next day he showed her his now
erect and poking manhood
which was inside his trousers and in a boyish charm
told her “IT was not
listening to him, and was up all day and he did not
know what to do about it”.
Me and Nimi almost burst out laughing, but controlled
it with great restraint.
Meanwhile my wife was laughing heartily and asking him
to go on. Now I was
confident that I could place my hand on Nimi's ass,
but some how I could not
muster the courage and instead I placed it on her
back. Nimi's whole body
reacted to it by coming forward as if to receive my
hand and it was pure
instinct and I am quite sure that she was not
conscious of it. Then I slowly
slid my hand down to her ass and rested as a weary
traveler finding his
destination.

Senthil then told to my wife that he had a crush on
any female with a fair skin.
Because apart from the movies he has not seen a fair
skinned girl either in his
village our surrounding villages. My wife asked him
what was so special about
skin color and how did him then managed to fall in
love with Nimi who was dark
skinned. (Here I should say that my wife is very fair
and Nimi well you could
say coffee brown. At this minute Nimi was angry that
they were commenting on her,
but she decided to silently follow their
conversation. ) Senthil said that she
was the only girl who falls in his net and he has to
live with the consequence.