The brutal nights with Reddy left me sore, marked, and burning with humiliation. He treated me like a disposable silk toy — calling me at odd hours to the guest house, using me roughly, then tossing cash and warnings. But I wasn’t powerless. Lakshmi had deeper connections in the neighborhood. She discreetly learned that Reddy’s wife, Meenakshi (42), was a proud, voluptuous woman who ran a small women’s self-help group near the temple. Their daughter, Priyanka (22), was a college student — slim, beautiful, modern yet traditional, often seen in elegant half-sarees or salwars. They lived in a large house a few streets away, guarded but not impenetrable.
I decided on revenge. With Lakshmi’s help, I gathered subtle evidence — voice recordings from one of Reddy’s sessions where he bragged about his affairs. I would seduce the women in his life, turn them into my own secret pleasures, and make sure he felt the sting indirectly. The silk and gold that once symbolized my submission would now fuel my dominance.
Scene: Seducing Meenakshi – The Wife’s Afternoon Fall
Lakshmi arranged a meeting under the guise of temple committee work. Meenakshi invited me (as Arjun) to her house one humid afternoon when Reddy was in the Assembly and Priyanka was at college. She was stunning — fair-skinned, heavy breasts straining against her cream silk saree, wide hips, and a commanding yet lonely air.
We talked in her bedroom about “cultural programs.” I steered the conversation to hidden desires. When she stepped out briefly, I changed quickly into the spare crimson Kanjeevaram I’d smuggled — the same one Reddy had ruined on me. I waited, fully dressed as Arja.
Meenakshi returned and froze. Shock turned to confusion, then flushed arousal as I explained my “secret talent” for dance and how her husband had “appreciated” it. The recordings on my phone sealed it. Instead of anger, she looked hungry — years of Reddy’s neglect and hypocrisy fueling her.
“You… you little slut,” she whispered, but her hands were already on me. She pushed me onto her marital bed, the same one Reddy ignored. “If he can have you, so can I.”
She kissed me fiercely, her full lips devouring mine, tasting of paan. Her hands roamed the silk, squeezing my padded breasts, then yanking the pallu aside. She sucked hard on my nipples through the blouse, biting until I moaned. I hiked her saree, finding her wet and unshaven. I fingered her thick pussy while she stroked my cock under the petticoat.
“Fuck me in that saree,” she demanded. I entered her missionary, the silk of our sarees rubbing sensually. Her heavy breasts bounced as I thrust deep, the gold chains jingling. She was soaking, gripping me like a vice. “Harder, Arja… make me cum where he can’t.” I pounded her, our sweat mixing in the humid room. She climaxed loudly, nails raking my back, then pushed me down and rode my face, grinding her dripping cunt until she squirted over my makeup and silk.
We finished with her bent over the dressing table — me taking her from behind, watching her face in the mirror as she came again. I filled her with my cum, marking Reddy’s territory. She kept the stained saree as a trophy.
From then on, Meenakshi became addicted. We met whenever Reddy was away. She loved dressing me in her own expensive silks and using me — sometimes with a strap-on she bought secretly, fucking me while calling me her “revenge girl.”
Scene: Priyanka – The Daughter’s Forbidden Discovery
Priyanka was trickier — younger, curious, and fiery. She found out accidentally when she returned early one day and caught me with her mother. Instead of screaming, she watched from the doorway, eyes wide with shock and unexpected heat.
Later, she cornered me near the temple tank. “I know what you are… and what you did with Amma.” Blackmail reversed. But I turned it into mutual seduction. One evening, when both parents were out for a political event, Priyanka invited me over.
She was in a modern sleeveless blouse and floral silk saree, her young body toned from dance classes. “Show me,” she said breathlessly.
I dressed for her in a sheer peacock-blue georgette — no petticoat, my arousal obvious. Priyanka’s hands trembled as she touched the silk, then me. We started slow: deep kissing on her bed, her small firm breasts against my padded ones. She was inexperienced but eager. I guided her mouth to my cock, teaching her to suck while I fingered her tight, shaved pussy under the saree.
I ate her out first — her clit swollen, juices sweet and fresh as she moaned into a pillow. Then I took her virginity in the saree, slow and deep, her legs wrapped around me. The gold bangles she wore clinked against mine. “You feel better than any boy,” she gasped. We fucked in multiple positions — her riding me, silk bunched; me taking her from behind near the window, risking neighbors hearing her cries.
Later, Meenakshi joined us. Mother and daughter together was the ultimate revenge. I lay back as they both serviced me — tongues meeting on my cock, then taking turns riding me. Meenakshi sat on my face while Priyanka bounced on my shaft. The room filled with their moans, the scent of jasmine and sex. I came inside Priyanka while Meenakshi kissed her daughter’s neck, a twisted family bond born from my revenge.
We explored more: me fucking Priyanka while she licked her mother; double facesitting; using oil and toys in the humid nights. Priyanka especially loved when I stayed fully dressed and dominant, pounding her hard while she wore her father’s gifted jewelry.
Climax of Revenge
Reddy suspected nothing at first. But the women grew bolder, colder toward him. Meenakshi started refusing him in bed, citing “headaches,” while secretly texting me. Priyanka’s new confidence made him uneasy. One night, Lakshmi arranged for Reddy to be out late. I was with both women in their home — a full threesome in the master bedroom. Meenakshi riding my cock, Priyanka on my face, silk and sweat everywhere, when we heard his car early.
We barely cleaned up in time. He walked in to find his wife and daughter flushed, me (as Arjun) “helping with temple accounts.” The tension was delicious. He never knew how thoroughly I had claimed his family.
The silk, the gold, the humid Mylapore nights — they were now tools of my power. Grandmother still suspected nothing. Priya’s dance success continued. And my secret life burned hotter than ever.
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