Disclaimer: This is a fictional story series. All the characters are imaginary. The resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1: The 5 rooms

Hi all! I am Yamuna and this is my story. First of all, I would like to introduce to you my family with whom I spend most of my time.

I am 38 years old Indian housewife who lives in a 5 BHK bungalow in the outskirts of Chennai. Our family owns multiple businesses.

Yogesh, 44 years old, my husband looks after one of the businesses, and hence most of the time he lives in the city and visits us on holidays and weekends. We have two children. Yuvana, our daughter and son Yuvesh.

We four share one room on the ground floor. This is the largest room in the bungalow. We got this room because my hubby was the eldest heir of the house and we are four in number with 2 kids.

Our room has a king-size bed for me and my husband and two queen-sized bed, one for each of our kids. We are soon planning to extend our house and build separate rooms for our children.

In another room on the ground floor stays Naresh, my husband’s younger brother, 40 years old. He stays with his family. He looks after another one of our businesses along with his wife, Keerthana, 35 years old. They have one son who is named Pranav.

Their room is a little smaller than ours. But it is the most accessible room from the backyard, garden, and kitchen. It has 2 doors – one connecting to the living room and the other to the kitchen.

My husband got another younger brother, Vignesh, who is 37 years old, who works in a senior position in an MNC and stays with his newlywed wife Sanjana, who is 24 years old in Mumbai. The age difference is huge as Vignesh wasn’t interested in getting married and it took so many years to convince him.

One of the 2 rooms on the first floor is reserved or them to stay whenever they visit us. The other room on the first floor which is a little secluded is treated as the guest room. Both these rooms are small compared to the rooms on the ground floor. But comfortable enough or temporary stay.

The last of the 3 rooms on the ground floor is occupied by my father-in-law and mother-in-law. My FIL’s name is Sundaram, 69 years old is leading a busy and healthy retirement life.

Sometimes he advises Yogesh and Naresh on business matters. His wife, Manjula, is 62 years old and she is the household decision-maker and she spends most of her time in spiritual and charity works. This room is the closest to our dining hall and pooja room where my MIL spends most of her time.

This is a brief intro about my immediate family members who I live with.

Our family hails from a community where ancient sexual traditions are still followed. In this series, I will share with the sexual adventure I had in my life and how with the help of this open sexual tradition, we moved from an upper-middle-class family to a high-class family that we are today.

Let me start the story on one of my special days.

It was the early hours a Monday morning, I was lying naked on the bed in the guest room. Usually on Sunday nights, if my husband Yogesh is in the mood for a hot session, we sleep in the guest room as the kids will be sleeping in our room.

The AC was on and I was deep in sleep covered in a blanket. Suddenly, I felt the blanket slowly slipping away from my body. I pulled it back to cover myself from the cold and continued to sleep.

Then in a few seconds, I felt another human body entering into my blanket from the bottom. From the first touch, I realized it was a male body. He held both of my feet in his hand and kissed them. I felt chills passing through my body while I was still asleep.

Then he smoothly slid both his hand from the feet towards the top of my body while feeling every inch of my body along the way. As he reached my thighs, I was half-awake and aroused. I still closed my eyes and tried to imagine whatever he was doing there.

Then he slid further and held the sides of my buttocks. I realized what he was going to do next and thinking of that, my pussy started getting wet.

He grabbed my plump ass. Groping my buttocks, he slowly brought his face near my cunt. I felt his breath hitting my pussy lips and it made me even wetter. Then he started to tease my pussy with the tip of his tongue.

After cleaning the pussy juices in my outer pussy, he immediately dived deeper and after a few minutes of eating my pussy, he started to fuck me with his tongue.

At this moment, I realized that this is a new move and none in my family I had sex with had ever done it! So I was curious to know who was doing his homework to learn new moves and excite his lady in bed.

Then I felt soft lips every time he inserted his tongue into the vagina.

I was a little anxious because my husband had a thick mustache and my husband’s younger brother Naresh don’t eat another woman’s pussy except his wife Keerthana’s. My husband’s second brother Vignesh was not in town and my FIL will generally not be home at this time and he also had a mustache.

So, I was scared thinking it could be my son Yuvesh.

It would have been wrong because we don’t practice sex with our immediate blood relations i.e. father-daughter, mother-son or brother-sister are not allowed to fuck within the tradition of our community. But, we can share our pussy with any other men of our family circle, like cousins, grandparents, and in-laws.

Then, I convinced thinking it could be the new servant we hired who was young and didn’t have a mustache. He had been working with us for the past one week and he might have become horny on seeing the things happening around in our house and wanted his share in the experience.

But, the women of our family can’t have sex outside the family without the father-in-law’s or husband’s permission after marriage. Hence, it will be a problem, if it was Sankar, our new 19 years old servant from the village.

My anxiety reached its limit. Hence, I removed the blanket in a swift and was surprised to know that it was the first time I was seeing this face in the place where I found it.

Realizing who it was, I felt more horny and started moving my hips guiding his tongue through the magic spots of my womanhood. I then had one of the best orgasms of my life and squirted like a whore who didn’t have sex in a while, drenching his face in my cum. It had been a while since I had that amount of cum squeezing out of my pussy.

To know who it was, keep following the series!