Sneha’s Pregnancy Quest
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“You are joking, right?” Sneha said with a hint of uncertainty. Her eyes darted left and right, eyeing the two men seated in front of her. The man on her right failed to meet her eyes. The man on the left leered at her. “Honey, we can try again. Couples never get it right the first few times. Maybe the pills will work now,” she pleaded with the man on the right. He shook his head. “Sneha, it’s my fault. I am not…,” he trailed off, unable to speak the words into existence. “At least, we can try something else. Not this? Not with him!” she pointed at the man seated to the left. “You want some stranger, then?” her husband burst out. “If you want to keep this whole affair a secret, Sneha, then you have no other choice,” patronized the man on the left. “At least, my children will look like me, Sneha,” her husband said, his voice weak and quivering. “But, with your brother?” “Yes, with my brother.” The man on the left walked over to Sneha. He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them softly. “Yes, Sneha, with me.” He took her hand into his and led her away into the darkened room just behind them. Sneha turned around, hoping to see some reaction from her husband. Maybe he would realize the mistake they were making. As the door closed in front of her, she knew he would not do anything. Their lives would forever be changed. “Do we need to start now?” “Well, you’re not getting any younger, Sneha.” She ground her teeth as she stumbled around, trying to find the light switch. As the lights flickered on with hesitation, she turned to face her partner for the night. Dark, tousled hair framed his youthful face. His eyes and nose were sharp. Yet vestiges of child-like roundness were still present, giving him that youthful look. Many might call him handsome, some cute. But not as much as him, she thought to herself. He ambled towards her with a smug smile plastered on his face. He reached in for a kiss, but she leaned away. “Stop. Listen here. I am only doing this because my husband thinks this is the only way. What we will be doing here is strictly functional. No baggage, no emotions, nothing. Do you understand?” He sighed. “Look, Sneha. We are family. I am not happy or proud to be here. I am just helping my brother, alright. And after all of this is done, I still want to be close with you guys. I understand. You don’t want emotions or baggage. But it would help if you didn’t look at me like you wanted to murder me. Might make your husband happy, but that’s a boner killer right there.” Sneha thought about punching him, preferably in his dick, but what good would that do. “Undress.” “Yes, ma’am.” As he stripped, Sneha could not help but admire his physique. His shoulders were wide, and his pectoral muscles were quite well defined. She could even make out marks on his abs. Her eyes followed the plunging v-cut down to the massive bulge barely contained by his strained boxers. “Like what you see?” With a petulant hmph, she turned away. She felt one of his hands grope her butt while the other wriggled its way underneath her t-shirt. With one of his meaty fingers, he caressed her stomach and groped her breast. At first, he massaged them slowly and methodically, slowly increasing his intensity. He forced both of her breasts out of their restraints and pinched her nipples. Sneha could not help but moan a little. He buried his face into her hair, taking long breaths, kissing her neck with feigned affection. Sneha was feeling the effects of his foreplay. But her mind was distracted by the massive, throbbing lump of meat and heat pushing up against her butt. It’s nothing like his, she thought to herself. She let the man undress her. He let her constantly know that he was enjoying it. He did not need to. She could tell from his erection. She felt his penis dance when he roughly pulled at her bra and again when he coaxed her out of her tight jeans. “Every part of you is incredible, Sneha,” he whispered in her ears, his murmurs heavy with lust. His left hand kept playing with her breasts, groping, pulling, and teasing them constantly. His right hand snaked down her body, his cool touch sending shivers down her spine. He began his attack on her womanhood, rubbing on them and flicking her clitoris. Even though she wanted to reject his touch, she could feel her body responding. Her breathing got heavier, her gasps and moans got louder. Her pussy started to get even wetter. She barely contained herself when he inserted two of his fingers inside of her, sliding in and out, probing for her weak point. No, he is good at this. Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity, pleasure flooded her body, overpowering her mind. She could not contain her loudest moan of the evening so far. “Oh, you got super tight there for a second. Guess I found it,” he exclaimed. “I …. No…I was not….” Words failed her as her mind tried desperately to regain control. Another gasp as he pulled his fingers out. He held those wet, glistening fingers in front of her face, taunting her. “Lick them.” And she did, eagerly, lapping up the juices, her juices with pervert enthusiasm. With a rough shove, he forced her to the bed. She turned to stare at her partner, at his hideous grin, his sculpted body, and his impressive manhood. As it twitched, she could feel her body respond too, a steady stream of endorphins coursing through her arteries and veins. “Let’s….. get on with it…..” she whimpered. And he came crashing down on her like a beast in heat. Despite all the foreplay, her body was not ready for his penis. Pain and pleasure became indistinguishable as he forced the entirety of his penis inside of her. “Hold on, slow down….please,” she pleaded with him. “No can do, Sneha.” Like a piston, he moved with force and intensity unknown to Sneha. Yet her body rejoiced. She was moaning and screaming as she had never before. Each moan seemed only to encourage him to get rougher with her. He bit one of her nipples as he carelessly pulled the other. He bit down on her neck and nibbled on her ears. All of her unsullied body was open for him to spoil, soil, and pollute. But who knew one could feel so good while getting defiled? There was no hint of love or tenderness that she was used to. Instead, he attacked like a beast, biting, snapping, and tearing into her body. He groped, he spanked, he talked. Sneha felt her consciousness drown among the waves of concentrated pleasure. Down, down into the inky blackness. Sneha’s eyes snapped wide open. She was still in her bedroom. Her brain struggled to decode the mess of raw data. Her eyes focused on the lump covered by the blanket right next to her. She felt her body itch as memories started to flood back in. His sculpted body, his rough hands, his big… She stretched out her hands and lightly took hold of the blanket. Her heart raced at supersonic speeds as she gently lifted it over her head. She immediately felt her heart relax as her eyes traced out the familiar contours of her husband’s face. She immediately pushed herself against his body, basking in his warmth, surrounded by a familiar scent. A safe one. Just like that, as she distantly felt her husband’s gentle hands on her face, she drifted to sleep again. She woke up again, clinging on to her husband, her anchor. “Hey,” he said hesitantly. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. He turned away, for a second too long. “Here, have some water.” He is avoiding me, she thought to herself. “I got some breakfast for you after you first woke up. But by the time I got it ready, you were dead again,” she heard her husband say, his back still facing her. He headed towards the door. “Dear,” her weak voice cried out. He stopped. “Yes?” he said cheerfully. “Stop pretending as if everything is okay,” The steel in her voice surprised her, and by the way he jumped, her husband was quite surprised too. “Dear,” she said again. “Look at me.” He refused. “Honey, look at me.” He remained silent. “Manish. Look. At. Me,” He turned around slowly. What was that look on his face? Shame? Regret? Pity? Fear? She clenched her fists as she could barely contain her anger. All of this, everything that had happened so far, was his fault. HIS fault. “What happened last night? After….” she trailed off. Keep your eyes on him, don’t look away, she thought to herself. Her husband could not meet her gaze. “You were ….loud. I don’t know when exactly you passed out. I could only get into the room after he left. He said you had been out for quite a while, Sneha.” “What? Say it.” “Sneha, I…You were never this loud when we …And your face, I….” This time, it was Sneha who could not meet her husband’s sad stare. “We can still stop this, right?” Sneha asked again, hoping for a different answer. “Sneha, I want your child. I don’t want an adoption, or with the help of a donor, I want a mini-you.” Sneha giggled. “I’m sorry this isn’t going the way we planned. But once we break through ….whatever we are caught up in right now….” “Then we will…go back, right? To the way things were?” Sneha continued. He nodded as Sneha lept into his arms. If only things were that simple. It had been a week since she had first slept with her brother-in-law. Thankfully, her pregnancy tests had come back negative. Sure, her husband was unhappy with the development. He just wanted the whole affair to be done and over with. She, herself, was quite happy. The mere thought of raising her brother-in-law’s child as her husband’s made her uncomfortable. Was that the right word, she thought to herself. It would come to her eventually. That was not important right now. Her brother-in-law had not contacted either of them in a week. She and her husband were finally moving forward. Hell, maybe they could even… She whipped out her vibrating cell phone, taking a moment to admire that sly blush creeping up on her face. Then she felt her heart drop when she saw the caller. “So nice of you to come here immediately after I called. Feels like I hired a hooker for the night,” she heard her brother-in-law say. She could not respond as her mouth was filled to the brim with his penis. She pushed the dick away for a second and glared at him. “What?” he said absent-mindedly. “Why did you call? Why did you? Damn, we thought we were through with this crap. We were moving on!” she said. “You should have known, though. How hard it is for couples to conceive. How they try for years and years, but to no avail,” he said calmly. “We are here to fight for your dreams, your husband’s dreams. Do you want to go back to him again, holding up another negative test?” He took her hands in his. “Do you want to see him disappointed and broken, blaming himself forever and ever?” He pulled her into a hug. “Do you want that disappointment to taint your loving marriage?” She let the man kiss her. “Inside. Not here!” she managed to get out before he swooped in again for another deep kiss. He did not let her move away from the hallway, pinning her against the wall as they made out. With practiced grace, he stripped her naked. She could feel his burning gaze all over her. “I always knew you were smoking hot, Sneha, but damn, who knew you were hiding this from all of us?” His hands reached out to grope her mature breasts and her ample behind, to caress her smooth, pale skin, to touch her womanhood. “I am just an old married lady,” she said, embarrassed. She raised her arms to hide her breasts. It was embarrassing to show it to a younger man. He stopped her arms and lowered them. Then, he gently cupped her face with his hands. “Not to me.” He kissed her again, his hands groping her breasts and pinching her nipples. Sweet pleasure intoxicated her, and she drank every bit of it despite not wanting to. With each passing moment, their kissing and groping became even more intense, more frantic. Pushed against the wall, Sneha’s whole world was consumed by her lover. Her hands snaked their way down his toned torso, slithered down his pants. Her hand rubbed his engorged, heated penis gently. The other hand was busy wrestling against the belt buckle and the pant zipper, caging his impressive manhood. She couldn’t help herself as she stared at her brother-in-law’s quivering yet the taut mass of flesh. With every touch, it seemed to leap and dance in front of her, almost hypnotically. With one more kiss, he pushed Sneha down gently. Sneha knelt and took his penis in her hands. Her hands moved back and forth with seasoned grace as she licked the wet head of his manhood. She readily ignored the bitter and smelly assault on her senses. They were replaced by a fire burning within her core. It was almost as if she was drinking in his warmth and his vigor, using it to fuel her lustful fire. “Faster!” he and her body ordered, and so she did. She took his penis deep inside her mouth and throat as pain transformed into pleasure. She looked up at him and was pleased to find his face contorted due to pleasure and concentration. “I can’t believe you are so good at this,” he gasped out. She picked up the pace. Her hands tight around his bulging cock. Her tongue danced around the shaft and the head, periodically blessing them with kisses. Suddenly, her love grabbed a fistful of her hair and rammed his penis inside her mouth, as deep as he could. Thick, ropey semen exploded out and into Sneha. I can’t breathe, she thought to herself. But yet instead of panic, her brain turned to pleasure. Endorphins rushed through her body as she felt waves of pleasure ripple out throughout her body. “Wow, you took it like a queen!” he said, pulling his cock out of her mouth. Sneha fought back against her gag reflex, using the uncomfortable feeling to fuel her hunger. I am only doing this because he asked me to. I am doing this for us. She had to remind herself. Yet, it was oh so easy to just let go and get swept in the torrent of sensual pleasure, down into the depths of depravity. “Hey!” A voice called out. She looked up. “I know you enjoyed it. Yet, you are still fighting against yourself. So what if you enjoy our love-making? It’s just biology, you know.” “But…” she started before he swept her up into a deep kiss. “Enjoy it,” he said firmly, “Every time you look at your child’s face, do you want memories of pain and unhappiness to tarnish it? Please don’t do it for your husband or me. Do it for your child.” Flawed or not, her brain, swamped with hormones, lapped up his words promptly. All Sneha had wanted was for someone to affirm her feelings and her actions, and now she had the permission to let go. She launched herself at her brother-in-law, kissing him with ferocity and desire. She pulled her arms tightly around his toned body, melting under his heat and his lust. Her hands worked their way down to his chest, teasing and flicking his nipples. Just like that, she could feel his manhood, stiff, erect and hot, against her behind, continuing its hypnotic dance. “Let’s go inside,” she said, leading him voluntarily to her bedroom. He swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the room. She could feel her heartbeat like a drum. The sound of blood speeding through her body blocked out everything else. Her eyes were glued to him, her brother-in-law. She understood what was happening to her, but she didn’t want to confront those feelings now. This slice in her life would be only dedicated to one thing; dirty, dirty pleasure. Soon enough, the two lovers were at each other again, a whirlwind of hands, lips, and tongues. Sneha was aware that she was acting differently. She was shaking her hips, biting her lips, spreading her legs – all for him. Unable to hold himself back, her lover rushed forward, pushing her on the bed. In one slick move, he pushed his penis inside of Sneha. A loud moan escaped her lips as searching hands played around with her erogenous zones. Each thrust, each kiss sent her brain into delirium as waves upon waves of pleasure hammered her sensibilities. Her arms hung onto her lovers with a vice grip. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him. Her body would not let him go. Suddenly, he stopped. She could soon hear why. She heard the familiar click of the front door opening, the familiar shuffle through the hallway, and a familiar voice calling her name. Her husband was home. Shame, guilt, and disgust rose with bitter bile to her throat. She pushed her brother-in-law away. She paced around in the room, her brain refusing to do any sort of work. “It does not suit you,” he called out. “Shut up! He is here!” she whispered furiously. “Who’s here?” “My husband, your brother!” “So, he knows about our arrangement. He is the one who set it all up,” he replied as he stood up. “Yes, but…” He embraced her tightly, and surprisingly, she felt comfortable in that embrace. Her hands reached out to caress his chest lovingly as she looked up at her brother-in-law longingly. No was what she wanted to say, but instead, she kissed him. Feelings of shame and guilt retreated under the sheer warmth that she was experiencing from the kiss. As she melted under his arms, she heard a soft knock on the door. She ignored it as his fingers snaked their way into her maidenhood. She tried to push him away one last time as she whispered unconvincingly, “My husband is here.” He looked at her and smiled. “And I am here,” he reassured. She stared at that handsome face and those intense eyes burning with lust and passion. Familiar feelings rose again inside of her, she … “Honey, are you there?” inquired the voice outside the door. Sneha leaped towards the door, checking the door’s lock. “No, I mean, yes,” she said, flustered. The knob rattled against the door. “Can I come in?” “No,” she moaned as her lover’s finger slid across the small of her back and inside her pussy. “Are you okay?” “Yes!” she said quickly. “Oh, well, I think I forgot my briefcase today. Can you check if it is inside?” “It’s not here!” she replied quickly. “Really?” “I think I saw it in the hallway,” she cut him off, praying that he would leave. She could feel the heat emanating from her lover’s penis, ready to ravage her. Her body was responding to the simulation in kind that itch, that warmth, that need. They were the only thing circling in her mind right now. If only he would just leave. “Really?” her husband said stupidly as her lover lifted her legs and inserted his penis inside of her. The feeling of pleasure and relief was immediate. He gripped her waist tightly as he started to move. Ecstasy, pleasure, and lust flooded her body as she felt her legs buckle, her grip weakens, and her mind falters. Yet, it was not enough. She wanted more. She wanted to scream and moan, kiss, and bite. “Sneha, we need to talk about something,” the nuisance said. “Huh?” was all she could manage, a commendable effort considering she was biting down on his neck. “This whole thing we are doing, I am sorry I never considered your feelings. If you want to stop it, let’s stop.” What, she thought to herself. After everything that had happened, he wanted to stop now! Now that she was finally enjoying herself? Like tar, bile, and acid, she felt black anger boiling inside of her. But then she looked at her lover, looked into his eyes. As they kissed, she felt that anger dissipate. She had an answer. “Don’t worry about me,” she said cheerfully. “I want a baby too, you know. Rather, we should have your brother move in with us.” Silence reigned for a moment. “Wha…What did you say?” “Well, we aren’t getting any younger now. We should be more efficient, more productive.” “But, you said you hated it. You hated the whole idea.” “Manish, remember who came groveling to me. Jeez, you should try being more like your brother,” she said, dripping with venom. She felt her lover’s penis harden even more inside of her. His thrusts became more frantic. He leaned in for a deep kiss. “That’s harsh,” her lover said, yet she caught a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I love you,” a defeated voice called out from behind the door. She hesitated for a moment. She could not say those words out loud. Her lover brushed the hair away from her face. “Say something,” her lover whispered. She stared into his eyes. “I love you.” “Did you say something?” She could not tell if it was her husband or her brother-in-law who said it. “I love you!” she said louder. He kissed her again, a deep, passionate kiss. “I love you!” His thrusts became more frantic. “I love you,” she cried out. She could feel her trembling, sweating body prepare for the big climax. “I LOVE YOU!” she cried out, as her back arched and her eyes rolled back in time with her lover’s ejaculation. Convulsions rocked her body as her brain was overloaded with pleasure. The eviscerating heat of the orgasm burned away all of her pretenses and lies. As she drowned in euphoria, she knew that she meant those words for one person and one person only. She knew their romance would continue, and her husband would do nothing to stop Sneha’s long ride.