The view from the rooftop bar and restaurant was not spectacular, but Nisha liked seeing the tall buildings and the busy street below. She was watching people walk in and out of a jewelry shop when she heard Ajay say, “Love you. Bye.” She turned her head and looked at him. “You sound like you really love her,” she said, smiling.
Ajay shrugged and kept his phone on the table. He said, “She gets upset if I don’t tell her I love her.”
Nisha nodded and asked, “Do you love her?”
Ajay shook his head. “I love you,” he said, looking into Nisha’s eyes.
Nisha smiled and shrugged. “Too bad your family didn’t let us get married because of our caste differences.”
“Yeah.” Ajay nodded. “Sometimes I think we should just get married secretly.”
Nisha laughed. “Do you want me to become your second wife?” she asked.
Ajay nodded, smiling.
“I already feel like a wife for Harish and a mother for his children,” she said, smirking.
“Do you still hear your sister’s voice?” Ajay asked.
Nisha nodded. “I hear her voice every time I think of walking away from Harish and the children.”
Ajay lifted his eyebrows and shook his head. “It’s very spooky. If that house is haunted, it’s not safe for you to live there,” he said.
“I promised Nithya I’ll take care of her husband and her kids.” Nisha smiled and pursed her lips.
“Don’t listen to her voice. Just walk away,” Ajay said, hoping she would take his advice seriously.
Nisha shook her head. “Ajay, it’s not just about the promise I made her. I love her children.”
“Do you care about Harish?” Ajay asked and raised his eyebrows.
“Of course. My sister loved him, and his kids need him,” Nisha said.
Ajay looked at the people around them. Then he focused his eyes on Nisha and asked, “Are you physically intimate with him?”
“No way!” Nisha lied.
Ajay smirked. “I envy him,” he said.
Nisha laughed and asked, “Why?”
“You live with him,” Ajay said. “I just get to meet you once or twice a month.”
“You made your choice, Ajay,” she reminded him.
The waiter approached them and kept the dishes on their table.
“Wow! “Food looks good,” she said, taking portions of food for her plate.
As they ate, they talked about the food and their friends, but they shared an excitement that they usually felt when they were ready to have an intimate experience together.
After Nisha finished eating, she checked the time on her phone and said, “We have enough time. Even if you drop me off at the school at 3:15, I can still pick up the children on time.”
“No problem. I’ll drop you off on time.” Ajay assured her.
After lunch, they left the restaurant and walked toward the car. Ajay noticed men admiring Nisha. It wasn’t unusual for her to attract attention, but she looked more attractive than usual. Her cute face looked fresh, and the dress enhanced her curves. The low-neck, sleeveless, white and pink floral mini dress showed off her cleavage and her shapely arms and legs. And as she walked confidently in her mid-heeled sandals, her wavy black hair bounced gently, her wide hips swayed gracefully, and her plump buttocks jiggled rhythmically. Ajay walked behind Nisha, feeling lucky. Even though his family had not allowed them to marry and had forced him to marry a woman they approved of, Nisha had not broken up with him. She had understood him and continued having a relationship with him. He hoped Nisha would never leave him as he unlocked the car with the fob. Nisha opened the front passenger door, got into the car, and sat on the seat. Ajay sat in the driver’s seat and began to drive.
“I feel a little afraid every time I come to your house,” Nisha said. “I hope Priyanka doesn’t find out about us.”
“She’ll never find out. She won’t return from her parents’ house for one week, and the neighbors mind their business,” Ajay assured her.
“Are you sure there are no hidden cameras?” Nisha asked, wondering if Ajay had checked.
“I checked Nisha. Take it easy. She won’t find out,” Ajay assured her again.
After a fifteen-minute drive, Ajay stopped the car in front of his house. Nisha stepped out of the car, and they went inside the house. Ajay closed the door and took Nisha into his arms. He kissed her lips and caressed her body impatiently. Nisha understood his desperation and cooperated with him. Soon they went to the bedroom, removed their clothes, and lay on the bed. Ajay kissed her lips, sucked her nipples, kissed and caressed parts of her body, and orally stimulated her vulva before having vaginal intercourse with her.
After Nisha and Ajay climaxed together, Ajay rolled over and lay next to her. She turned toward him and put one arm on his chest. She closed her eyes to relax, but immediately her phone began to ring. She turned to the other side and took her phone from the bedside table. She saw the screen and looked at Ajay. “It’s Harish!” she said.
Ajay nodded, indicating that he would keep quiet while she was on the phone.
Nisha answered the call. She had a brief conversation with Harish and hung up. Then she said, “He’s taken a half-day leave from work. He said he’ll pick up the kids from the school. I told him I’ll come home in the evening.”
“Great! I can make love to you all day!” Ajay said and kissed her forehead.
“You look tired already,” Nisha said. “Can you really make love to me all day?” she asked and gave him a teasing smile.
Ajay laughed and said, “I’m not that old. I’ll be ready within a few minutes. But if you are in a hurry, you know what to do.”
Nisha laughed. “I know what to do,” she said and sat up.
She moved back and spread his legs. She knelt between his legs and bent over. She took his semihard penis in her mouth and sucked. And within a minute his penis enlarged inside her mouth. She looked into his eyes and continued sucking till he nodded, signaling he was ready. She let his penis slide out of her mouth, moved forward, and straddled him. She lowered her bottom and took the bulbous head of his penis inside her vaginal slit. Then, slowly she slid down the rigid shaft of his prick till her vaginal lips pressed against his crotch. She let out a sigh and began riding on his cock. She rode on the thick and long shaft, bouncing up and down as her boobs wobbled wildly. Pleasure built up in her vagina till she couldn’t hold it anymore. Her vagina spasmed, and her body began to shudder.
At the same time Ajay murmured, “Unnnnnhhh, I’m coming!”
And suddenly, Nisha’s vagina was flooded with Ajay’s semen and her squirting juice. She laughed softly and bent over on him. He kissed and caressed her body as they climaxed.
After making love for the second time, they had sex in various positions, taking recovery breaks between every session. They had sex in the missionary position for the last time that day at 5:30pm. Then they got ready to leave the house by 6PM.
After a twenty-minute drive, Nisha asked Ajay to stop on a street near Harish’s house to avoid being noticed by the neighbors. Ajay stopped the car, and they kissed goodbye. Nisha got out of the car and walked to Ajay’s house.
After a ten-minute walk, she reached the house. She opened the gate and entered the compound. She went to the front door and pressed the doorbell. The door opened and her nephew said, “Hi, Aunty!”
“Hi, Anish!” Nisha said and entered the house. She saw Priya sitting on the sofa and cheerfully said, “Hi, sweetie!”
“Hi, Mommy!” Priya replied with a joyful expression on her face.
“Auntie! Not Mommy!” Anish corrected Priya.
Nisha laughed, relieved Anish had corrected his little sister. For some unknown reason, seven-year-old Priya had been calling her “Mommy” for a month. Nisha had been too soft-hearted to break the habit herself.
“Where is Daddy?” Nisha asked.
“Daddy’s here!”
Hearing Harish’s voice, Nisha turned around and looked at Harish. He stepped closer to her and playfully said, “Hi, Mommy!”
“Stop it, Harish!” Nisha said angrily, not finding it funny.
“Take it easy. It’s just a joke!” Harish laughed.
Nisha smirked and walked away to her bedroom. Harish followed her. She ignored him and started removing her dress.
“What’s wrong? Why are you angry?” Harish sounded concerned.
Nisha didn’t reply. She threw her dress on the bed and began removing her undergarments.
Harish watched her remove her bra and panties. “Beautiful!” Harish said, admiring her naked body.
Nisha threw the clothes on the bed. She gave him a serious look and said, “You are not seeing me naked for the first time.”
“What’s wrong, Nisha? Why are you angry with me?” Harish said looking puzzled.
“Priya is a child. She innocently called me ‘Mommy.’ You should know better,” Nisha said and asked, “Why did you call me Mommy?”
Harish shrugged and said, “I heard Priya calling you ‘Mommy’ and thought you wouldn’t mind if I made a joke about it!”
“Please don’t joke like that when the children are around. They’ll think I’ve become their new mother.” Nisha said and went to a closet.
Harish followed her, saying, “You take care of the children like a mother, and you take care of me like a wife. You’ve replaced your sister after she passed away. Nithya used to call me ‘Daddy,’ and I used to call her ‘Mommy.’ Harish paused for a moment and asked. “What’s wrong if Priya calls you ‘Mommy’?”
Nisha took her towel and turned around. She looked at Harish and said, “I take care of you and the children because I promised my sister I’ll take care of her family. As soon as you find a replacement for my sister, I’ll move out.”
Harish took a step closer to her and touched the sides of her upper arms. He looked into her eyes and said, “You are the right woman to replace your sister. You are very caring and beautiful like your sister. Don’t forget we’ve shared wonderful intimate moments together. We are already like a married couple.”
“I don’t know Harish. We are not like a married couple. Stop dreaming,” Nisha said and walked away to the attached bathroom.
Nisha sat on the toilet seat and checked the messages on her phone. She was happy to see a message from Sharath. She read the message that said, “Hey Nisha!” My divorce will be finalized soon. I can’t wait to get married to you.”
Nisha smiled. She was very happy her first boyfriend still wanted to marry her. She kept her phone on the vanity table, closed her eyes, and answered nature’s call. After she was done, she went to the shower area and had a bath.
The long shower felt refreshing after having a busy day with Ajay. She dried her body and wrapped a towel around her head. She stepped out of the bathroom and immediately got a shock hearing her sister’s ghostly voice. “Take care of my husband the way I took care of him.”
Nisha froze with fear. “I am taking care of him!” she managed to say.
“Liar!” her sister’s voice screeched in her ears.
Shocked, Nisha lost consciousness and fell down. But just after a few seconds her eyes suddenly opened, and Nithya was conscious in Nisha’s body. Nithya felt a bit uncomfortable. Feeling dizzy, she sat up and tried to stand. She leaned against the wall and stood up. She stood still for a few seconds till she felt stable. Then she went to the dressing table and looked at Nisha’s reflection in the mirror. “Beautiful girl!” Nithya said, admiring her younger sister’s body.
Nithya was happy she had possessed Nisha. The possession felt so compatible that Nithya felt as though she was back in her own body. Although it was the second time she had possessed Nisha, she felt good, as if she was in Nisha’s body for the first time. She felt young, beautiful, and alive.
“Perfect!” Nithya told herself, feeling proud of her younger sister’s beauty. She went to the closet and selected clothes to wear. She took the clothes and went back to the dressing table. She unwrapped the towel from Nisha’s head and dried the hair with a hairdryer. Then she wore a petticoat, bra, and blouse before draping an orange saree that had a golden Zari border. She placed a Bindi on her forehead and put on her Mangalsutra that Nisha had left on the dressing table.
Nisha’s reflection looked perfect in the mirror, and Nithya felt perfect in Nisha’s body. She left the bedroom and went to the living room. She saw her husband sitting on the sofa and watching TV. He was lost in his own world, drinking alcohol and worrying about Nisha’s rude behavior. She went closer to him and stood next to him. She asked, “Daddy, what are you doing? Why are you getting drunk?”
Harish quickly looked at her, taken aback by hearing Nithya’s voice. He saw Nisha and thought he must be having auditory hallucinations because of the alcohol. But he couldn’t take his eyes off her, wondering why Nisha was dressed exactly like Nithya.
“I’ll put the children to sleep and join you,” Nithya said and smiled.
“Nisha, are you alright?” Harish asked, looking confused.
“I’m not Nisha. I am Mommy,” Nithya said and gave him a comforting smile.
“Please stop joking, Nisha,” Harish said, turning to look at the TV.
Nithya walked away. She went to the children’s bedroom and saw her children playing.
Priya saw her and said, “Mommy!”
“Auntie! Not Mommy!” Anish corrected Priya.
“I am not Auntie. I am Mommy!” Nithya corrected her son.
Anish looked at her, confused, while Priya laughed.
Nithya sat and played with her children for a short time, eventually singing a nursery rhyme together to bond. They sang:
“Mommy and Daddy, I love you.
Come to me when I call you.
Give me a kiss when I ask you.
Mommy and Daddy,
I love you.”
Harish heard Nisha and the children singing. He wondered what was going on. He thought Nisha could be trying to make up for being rude to him.
Nithya stopped playing with her children when it was time for dinner. She went to the kitchen and brought food for them. She fed them with love and watched them eat. After they finished eating, she told them bedtime stories and put them to sleep.
After the children slept, Nithya went to the living room. She saw Harish and felt sorry for him. She sat on the sofa close to him and looked at him. He didn’t react.
“So, you want to marry Nisha?” she asked.
Harish looked at her with drunken eyes, wondering why she was talking as if she is not Nisha.
Nithya kept a hand on his thigh and said, “Don’t worry, Harish. I’ll try to convince her to marry you.”
Harish looked at her again, wondering if she was joking.
Nithya picked up Harish’s glass from the table and downed the remaining half glass of whiskey. Then she moved close to Harish to kiss him. Harish hesitated, suspecting something was wrong with Nisha. But Nithya managed to kiss his lips. Harish had no resistance to Nisha. He put one arm around her waist and pulled her against him. They kissed, darting their tongues into each other’s mouths, tasting whiskey. His right hand caressed the smooth skin of her bare belly, and his thumb rubbed in and around her navel. Her left hand slipped into his pajama pants and found his hardening penis. The contact of Nisha’s soft palm on his penis and testicles made him shiver. She massaged his cock and balls, and he massaged her breasts through her blouse and bra.
They kissed passionately for a few minutes before Harish abruptly broke the kiss and said, “I want to eat your pussy, Mommy.”
Nithya laughed. She squeezed his cock shaft and said, “I want to suck you, Daddy.”
“Let’s do it on the bed,” Harish said and laughed.
Nithya laughed and nodded Nisha’s head in agreement. They stood up and went to the bedroom, laughing happily like old times. Harish quickly removed his clothes and stretched out his back on the bed. Nithya lifted the saree and petticoat and removed the undies. She climbed the bed and straddled him backwards. She positioned Nisha’s bottom on top of Harish’s face and felt his breath on the vulva. Nisha’s mouth was right above his rigid, erect cock. It was a position Nithya had enjoyed many times when she was alive. Possessing Nisha’s body, Nithya couldn’t wait any longer. She saw cream on the tip of her husband’s penis and hungrily began licking it.
Harish shuddered and encouraged her. “Yes, Mommy, that feels great,” he cried.
Harish’s mouth watered seeing Nisha’s juicy vulva that was surrounded by short, trimmed pubic hair. He stuck out his tongue and licked her pussy lips, clitoris and the pink petal-like inner labia.
“Oooooooo, Daddy, yesss,” Nithya moaned, able to feel pleasure tingling through Nisha’s vulva.
Harish’s tongue suddenly moved down and wriggled in and out of Nisha’s anus, making her body shiver with delight. Then his tongue slid up from her anus to her clitoris and slid back down from her clitoris to her anus. He did it again and again, licking away the savory juice oozing out from her vaginal mouth. Nithya was overcome by carnal pleasure she only got a chance to experience when she possessed Nisha. Nithya lashed Nisha’s tongue all over Harish’s cockhead, hungrily licking away his juice. She opened Nisha’s mouth and took the cock shaft inside. Then she worked her way up, sliding the tongue on his hard shaft and gobbling up more juice. She licked his pink cockhead with her tongue, hungry for more juice.
Harish’s tongue explored every nook and cranny between Nisha’s inner thighs and buttocks, licking all the cream he could find. And her vagina rewarded him with more and more juice, like a succulent fruit.
Nithya could feel the pleasure traversing through Nisha’s body. She loved it but she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to satisfy her husband. She had to do the job Nisha failed to do properly as promised. Nithya opened Nisha’s lips as wide as she could and brought them down around the swollen head of Harish’s cock.
“Awwwwww, Mommy, that’s great,” he groaned, rubbing his nose against Nisha’s anus.
Nithya whimpered, feeling his tongue slide into Nisha’s vagina. She pulled his cock out of Nisha’s mouth and begged, “Ooooooo, Daddy, stick it all the way into me.”
Harish wriggled his tongue into Nisha’s vagina, cramming it all the way inside. Nithya took his cock back into Nisha’s mouth and sucked.
“Mmmmm, mmmmmm,” Nithya moaned.
“Fuck me, Mommy,” Harish panted in her vagina.
Nithya heard her husband’s cry and let his cock snap out from Nisha’s lips. She turned around and faced him. She straddled him and positioned Nisha’s vulva right over his bulbous purple cockhead. She jerked Nisha’s hips and wedged an inch of his prick into the juicy vagina. Then she closed Nisha’s eyes and lowered her hips, taking in his throbbing cock deeper into the slippery tube that sucked and tugged at his thick and long meat rod. She stopped when his prick finally came up against Nisha’s womb.
“I love it, Daddy,” Nithya moaned and asked, “Do you like it?”
“It’s wonderful, Mommy,” Harish moaned, wishing Nisha was always as cooperative as she was at that moment.
Nithya quickly removed the blouse and bra and exposed Nisha’s swollen boobs and nipples. Harish grabbed Nisha’s boobs and massaged them before pulling her on top of him and sucking her swollen, stiff nipples.
“Awwwwww, Mommy,” he mumbled as he sucked one of her nipple.
Although Nisha’s breasts weren’t lactating, Nithya affectionately watched him suck the swollen nipples and softly sang:
“Daddy, Daddy, I love you.
Come to me when I call you.
Give me a kiss when I ask you.
Daddy, Daddy,
I love you.”
Harish heard Nisha singing and wondered what had changed Nisha’s mood so quickly. Completely unaware that his late wife had possessed Nisha, he sucked Nisha’s nipple like a child wishing he could impregnate her and make her breasts lactate.
After a few minutes, he stopped sucking her nipple and began to piston his stiff prick inside her vagina. His eyes locked with Nisha’s eyes, and he sang:
“Mommy, Mommy, I love you.
Come to me when I call you.
Give me a kiss when I ask you.
Mommy, Mommy,
I love you.”
Nithya smiled and pecked a kiss on his lips. He grabbed Nisha’s plump bottom and fucked into her vagina faster and faster. Nithya accepted the hammering cock, moaning and shrieking with ecstasy.
After 10 minutes of hard fucking, Harish could see Nisha’s face looked like she was on the verge of cumming. He felt relief as he couldn’t hold back his own climax. Rapidly losing control, he fucked into her faster and faster.
“Ahhhhhh, yeah, I’m coming! “I love you, Nisha!” he howled.
Nithya was disappointed hearing Harish confess his love for Nisha. She drowned in sorrow even as pleasure built up in Nisha’s body. Nithya felt weak till she couldn’t stay anymore. She left Nisha’s body, causing Nisha to shudder and regain consciousness. Before Nisha could understand what was happening, her body arched and convulsed, and her vagina spasmed around Harish’s cock, squeezing hard.
“Ahhhhh, yeah! What’s happening?! It feels so good!!” Nisha wailed as she climaxed.
Harish felt her vagina tightening around his nearly bursting cock, and then he felt her warm juice drenching his cock. Her vagina spasmed, squeezing and releasing his prick. His balls released a hot load, and molten liquid erupted from his piss hole into Nisha’s sucking vagina.
She laughed, feeling a release from possession and built-up sexual tension. As she slowly regained control of her body and mind, she remembered passing out after hearing her sister’s ghostly voice. She realized her sister had possessed her again to satisfy her husband.
Harish put his arms around Nisha and gently pulled her on top of him. “I love you, Mommy,” he said.
Nisha was touched hearing Harish confess his love for her. She understood that he wouldn’t have known that she had been possessed. She felt sorry for him and said what her sister would have said, “I love you, Daddy.”
Suddenly they heard a woman singing:
“Mommy and Daddy, your love is so true.
Stay together forever and be happy.
Make babies and love them too.
Mommy and Daddy,
I love you.”
“What the fuck is that?” Harish asked, looking shocked.
Nisha was speechless with fear. She didn’t want to be possessed by Nithya again. She quietly rolled over and lay next to Harish. She put one arm on his chest and one leg on his legs. Clinging to him tightly, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.