Chapter 1: A Quiet Night
I’m Rina, a 38-year-old woman living in a cozy Kolkata apartment with my husband, Arun, and our 19-year-old daughter, Priya. Arun is a rugged man, 45, with a chiseled jaw and hands that could crush stone—yet there’s a softness in his eyes that only Priya and I see. Priya, though, is a vision—long black hair cascading down her back, skin like polished ivory, and a body that’s blossomed into curves that turn heads. I’ve caught Arun staring at her more than once, and I can’t blame him. She’s breathtaking.
It was a humid Saturday night, the kind where the air sticks to your skin. The power had gone out, leaving our home in a warm, flickering glow of candles. I was in the kitchen when I heard Arun call out, “Rina, it’s too hot tonight. Let Priya sleep with us in our room—it’s cooler there.” His voice was casual, but something in it made my stomach twist. I agreed, thinking nothing of it at first.
Priya walked into our bedroom wearing a thin white nightie, the fabric clinging to her body, barely hiding the swell of her breasts or the outline of her hips. I saw Arun’s eyes linger on her as she climbed onto our king-sized bed, settling between us. “Good night, Papa. Good night, Ma,” she whispered, her voice soft as silk. I turned away, trying to sleep, but the heat—and something else—kept me awake.
Chapter 2: The First Touch
Hours passed. The room was silent except for the hum of a distant fan that had kicked back on. I was half-asleep when I felt the bed shift. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light. Arun had rolled closer to Priya, his broad chest pressed against her back. His hand rested on her waist, fingers splayed over the thin nightie. I held my breath, watching.
Priya stirred, letting out a soft moan in her sleep. Arun’s hand slid lower, tracing the curve of her hip. My heart raced—not with anger, but with a strange, forbidden thrill. I should’ve stopped him, but I didn’t. His fingers dipped beneath the hem of her nightie, brushing her bare thigh. Priya’s breathing quickened, her lips parting as she shifted closer to him.
“Arun…” I whispered, barely audible. He froze, glancing at me. Our eyes locked, and I saw hunger in his gaze—not just for her, but for this moment we were sharing. “She’s asleep,” he murmured, his voice thick. “Let her feel good.” I didn’t reply. I couldn’t.
Chapter 3: Crossing the Line
Arun’s hand moved higher, lifting the nightie to expose Priya’s smooth, creamy thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath—a detail that made my pulse pound harder. His fingers grazed her inner thigh, inching closer to her core. Priya whimpered, her body responding even in sleep, her legs parting slightly.
He slid a finger along her slit, finding her already wet. A low groan escaped his throat. “She’s so warm, Rina,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed hard, my own body betraying me with a flush of heat between my legs. Arun slipped a finger inside her, slow and deliberate. Priya’s hips bucked, a soft cry spilling from her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
“Papa?” she gasped, confused yet dazed with pleasure. Arun didn’t stop. “Shh, baby. Papa’s here,” he soothed, his finger moving deeper. Priya’s head fell back against his chest, her breath hitching. I watched, mesmerized, as my daughter surrendered to him.
Chapter 4: The Heat Ignites
Priya turned her head, her lips brushing Arun’s neck. “Papa… it feels so good,” she murmured, her voice dripping with need. That was all he needed. Arun pulled her nightie off entirely, tossing it aside. Her naked body glowed in the candlelight—full breasts, taut nipples, and a glistening wetness between her thighs. He shed his shorts, revealing his thick, throbbing erection.
He positioned himself behind her, spooning her tightly. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing as he pressed his cock against her entrance. “You want this, don’t you?” he growled. Priya nodded, biting her lip. “Yes, Papa…”
With one slow thrust, he entered her. Priya cried out, her hands clutching the sheets. I couldn’t look away—his shaft disappearing into her, stretching her tight warmth. Arun groaned, his hips rocking steadily. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” he muttered. Priya’s moans filled the room, each one louder than the last.
I shifted closer, my hand trembling as I touched her arm. “Ma…” she whimpered, her eyes meeting mine. I leaned in, kissing her forehead, then her lips—a soft, lingering kiss that surprised us both. Arun watched, his thrusts growing harder. “You two… so fucking beautiful,” he rasped.
Chapter 5: A Shared Ecstasy
Arun flipped Priya onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He entered her again, deeper this time, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her cries echoing off the walls. I couldn’t stay still anymore. I slid my hand down my own body, slipping beneath my nightgown, my fingers finding my soaked center.
“Rina, join us,” Arun commanded, his voice rough with lust. I hesitated, then climbed over to them. Priya reached for me, pulling me close. I kissed her again, tasting her sweetness as Arun fucked her relentlessly. My fingers moved faster, matching his rhythm.
Priya’s body tensed, her back arching. “Papa… Ma… I’m coming!” she screamed. Her orgasm hit hard, her walls clenching around Arun’s cock. He groaned, slamming into her one last time before spilling inside her, his hot release mixing with hers. I followed, my own climax crashing through me as I watched them.
Chapter 6: The Afterglow
We collapsed together, a tangled mess of sweat and satisfaction. Priya nestled between us, her head on Arun’s chest, her hand resting on my thigh. “I love you both,” she whispered, her voice sleepy. Arun kissed her forehead, then mine. “This is our secret,” he said, his tone firm yet tender.
The storm outside had quieted, but inside, a new fire had been lit—one that wouldn’t fade anytime soon.