Hello, I’m Vidya, and today I’m sharing a deeply personal story from my friend, told with her heartfelt permission. Her name is Seema, and this is her intimate tale, narrated in her own words.
Namaste, friends, I’m Seema. I’m 32, fair-skinned, with a figure of 36-30-36. This is the story of a passionate, forbidden connection between me and my brother’s friend, Viren, who’d been a familiar face in our home for years. He was tall, fair, and had a strong, muscular build that always caught my eye. I’ve been married for seven years, but I’m currently staying at my parents’ house. My husband and his family sent me here because I couldn’t conceive. They argued with me daily about not having a child, unaware that my husband, that impotent man, could never satisfy me, let alone father a child. That coward! But families cling to their own, no matter their flaws. How could I have a child by just pleasuring myself? So, they sent me back to my parents’ home.
Now, I’m living with my family. My younger brother, who’s 30 and married, has a wife who was at her parents’ house, pregnant with their child. Viren, my brother’s friend, visited often and knew all about my struggles. He always tried to lift my spirits with playful teasing, seeing the sadness in my eyes. Everyone at home wanted me to be happy, but who enjoys staying at their parents’ house after marriage? That thought gnawed at me constantly.
One day, a call came from my brother’s in-laws. My sister-in-law was admitted to the hospital, and her delivery was imminent. My brother rushed to be with her, and the next day, she gave birth to a boy. When he called, the rest of the family prepared to join them. They urged me to come along, but I wasn’t ready to face it. My mother understood my hesitation but didn’t want to leave me alone. Just then, Viren arrived. At 28, he was unmarried, consumed by his work as the sole earner for his family. My mother asked him to stay with me, and no one objected. Viren was like family, trusted by all, always in and out of our home.
It was the rainy season, and Viren stayed over at night, leaving for work in the mornings. Two days later, my brother called to say they’d return in 15 days after wrapping things up. I told him that was fine. That evening, Viren came over, bringing a tiffin from his house for us to share. We ate together, and soon thunder rumbled, followed by heavy rain. I’ve always been terrified of thunder, a fear that makes me tremble. We were watching TV, and by 10:30 PM, the power went out. A loud thunderclap shook the house, and in sheer panic, I threw myself into Viren’s arms, clinging to his chest. The room was pitch black, the door already locked. I held him so tightly that our bodies were pressed together, my breasts squashed against his chest. I could feel his warmth, and he was getting aroused too. The cool breeze mingled with my hot breath, driving him wild. His hands roamed my back, and I was losing myself. It had been so long since I’d felt a man’s touch, and the ache inside me was overwhelming.
He lifted me in his arms and carried me to my room, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss. He kissed my face, my neck, down to my stomach, each touch igniting a fire in me. I’d never felt this alive. As he kissed me, my clothes melted away. He peeled off my saree, tossing it aside, and began squeezing my breasts through my blouse. For ten minutes, in the darkness, he pressed them hard, drawing moans from deep within me. Then, one by one, he unbuttoned my blouse and cast it away. His mouth found my breasts through my bra, sucking them as the cool air made his warm breath feel intoxicating. My husband had never given me this kind of pleasure. I was drowning in a sea of ecstasy, savoring every second. No man had ever made me feel this way. Then my bra came off, leaving me bare.
Suddenly, the power returned, and reality hit. I pushed him away, my heart racing. But another deafening thunderclap sent me back into his arms, trembling. He switched off the light, plunging us back into darkness, and climbed over me, sucking my breasts with a fierce intensity. The pain was sharp, and I pushed him off again. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “You’re like a wild animal,” I gasped, “completely savage.” I retreated to the corner of the bed, still naked, my clothes scattered. I don’t know why I didn’t cover myself—maybe deep down, I wanted this. But Viren was honorable. He didn’t touch me again, staying on the far side of the bed. Yet, that night felt destined for something more. Another thunderclap, and I clung to him again. He still didn’t move, saying softly, “I won’t do anything unless you ask me to.” Another bolt of lightning, and I pressed myself closer, whispering, “Do whatever you want, just don’t leave me alone.”
He paused, his voice gentle but firm. “Think carefully, Seema. Don’t regret this later.” I breathed, “It’s okay.” That was all he needed. He dove back in, sucking and biting my nipples with a ferocity that hurt but thrilled me. I endured the pain, my fear mingling with desire. At my urging, he stripped off my petticoat and panties, his middle finger sliding into my pussy. The pain was excruciating, and I screamed. He froze, realizing my seal was still intact. I confessed, “That bastard was impotent. He couldn’t even break my seal, and he dared call me barren, that coward.”
Viren shed his clothes, standing naked before me. He knelt me down and thrust his cock into my mouth, fucking it with a rhythm that overwhelmed me. His cock was so big it barely fit, stretching my lips. After a while, he laid me on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. With one powerful thrust, he drove his cock into my pussy, breaking my seal. I screamed as it felt like a knife had pierced me. For a moment, I thought I’d die. He kept thrusting, hard and relentless. Just as the pain began to ease, he’d pull out and slam back in, making me scream again. He did this three or four times, each thrust intensifying the pain. He growled, “If a woman doesn’t scream, fucking isn’t fun.” I gasped, “You’re so cruel. Who does this, especially to their friend’s sister?” He smirked, “But you’re loving it, aren’t you, my darling?”
He was right. For the first time, I was truly feeling what it meant to be fucked. The blend of fear and pleasure was intoxicating. I knew I’d never forget this night. As he neared climax, he asked, “Where should I cum, my love? Inside or out?” I whispered, “After all this, why pull out? Cum inside. That impotent fool can’t do anything. Make me the mother of your child.” He unleashed his cum deep inside my pussy, filling me. I felt utterly satisfied, climaxing countless times, losing track of how many. Exhausted, he collapsed onto me, our sweaty bodies entwined. We lay there, catching our breath. He rose, walked naked to the bathroom, and returned fresh, still bare. I followed, cleaning myself, and found my clothes scattered outside. I slipped on a nightie and stepped out.
“Why’d you put that on?” he teased. “What now? You’ve already fucked me so brutally,” I replied. He grinned, “The night’s not over, darling.” He pulled me back to the bed. I protested, “You’re too rough. It hurts.” He softened, “I’ll do it your way now.” I shed my nightie and lay beside him, naked. He kissed me again, his lips tracing my body from head to toe. His fingers found my pussy, gently at first, though it stung. Soon, pleasure overtook the pain. He fingered me slowly, then slid in two fingers, his touch deliberate. Then he licked my pussy, his tongue moving like he was savoring an ice cream cone. For half an hour, he worshipped my pussy, making me cum three times. Each time, he’d catch my juices in his mouth and drizzle them onto my breasts, soaking them. Then he pushed his cock into my mouth, guiding me to suck it. I followed his every command. He held off cumming for half an hour, then pulled out, placed his cock between my breasts, and fucked them, spilling his cum all over them. He did this twice, coating my breasts, which glistened with his cum and my juices in the dim light.
He licked my pussy clean again, making it slick, and fucked me once more. Having cum already, he went on for an hour and a half. I climaxed four more times, losing count of how many times I came that night. That night transformed me. I became a woman in every sense. By 4:30 AM, we fell asleep, naked, wrapped in each other’s arms.
At 10 AM, my brother called while we lay in bed. Viren had kissed me awake that morning. My brother said everyone at his in-laws’ was asking for me, and I should join them since my husband was there too. Viren whispered, “Go, Seema. Your troubles might be over now.” I told my brother we’d arrive by evening and hung up. Viren kissed me again. I said, “Move, I need to make breakfast and pack.” He chuckled, “Let me have this breakfast first.” He fucked me again that morning, taking another half hour. We bathed together afterward, carefree since it was Sunday, and he had no work. Dressed and ready, we left. Viren called his boss, taking a 10-day medical leave, and we headed to my brother’s in-laws’ place.
Everyone was thrilled to see me, and after that night, I was radiant with joy. My husband apologized for his actions and asked me to return home. I agreed, feeling content. For the next ten days, we shared a room. Then I went back to my husband’s house. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. The family was overjoyed, and so was I. My husband knew the child wasn’t his but kept silent, never questioning me. He saw how happy the family was. Viren called to congratulate me, and I thanked him from the bottom of my heart. He was the man who made me a woman, then a mother, saving my marriage. I could never repay him.
My husband never knew who the man was, and he never asked. This is the truth of my life, a story of passion and redemption. I hope you felt the intensity of my journey, friends.