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The morning sun peeked through the curtains of my flat, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets on the bed. I woke up on the sofa, my body still buzzing from the wild night before. Princy and her father-in-law, Uncle Ji as I called him, had crashed out in my bed after hours of fucking and playing around. I stretched, hearing soft murmurs from the bedroom. It was time to see how things stood after yesterday's chaos.

I tiptoed to the door and peeked in. Princy lay naked on her side, her curvy body pressed against Uncle Ji's dadbod frame. His arm draped over her 34D boobs, his hand resting on her hip. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and for a second, she looked peaceful. Then reality hit her.

Oh god, what have I done? Fucking my own father-in-law... and Kartik watching and joining. But it felt so good. I can't let this ruin everything, Princy thought, her heart racing as she glanced at Uncle Ji's sleeping face.

Uncle Ji woke up too, his white beard scratching against her shoulder as he pulled her closer. 'Bahu,' he whispered, his voice rough from sleep, 'last night was... incredible. I never thought I'd feel this way about you.'

Princy turned to face him, her cheeks flushing. 'Papa ji, we can't talk about it like this. It's wrong. My husband... what if he finds out?'

He cupped her face, his eyes intense. 'Your husband is away most times. And after what Kartik showed me—those videos of you with truck drivers, those old men in Goa—you're not the innocent bahu I thought. You're a woman with needs. Let me take care of them.'

She bit her lip, her body betraying her as his hand slid down to squeeze her ass. He's right. I've been such a slut for Kartik. Why not for him too? But Kartik... he set this up. I need to talk to him.

I cleared my throat from the doorway, stepping in with a grin. 'Good morning, lovebirds. Looks like you two slept well.'

Princy sat up quickly, pulling the sheet over her chest, but Uncle Ji just chuckled, sitting up without shame, his semi-hard dick visible under the covers. 'Kartik beta, you sneaky boy. That blindfold trick... you changed everything.'

I sat on the edge of the bed, patting his shoulder. 'Uncle Ji, I'm glad it worked out. Princy, you were amazing yesterday. But now, reality calls. You two should head back home before anyone suspects.'

Princy nodded, relief mixing with nervousness in her eyes. 'Yes, my husband might call today. Papa ji, we should leave soon.'

Uncle Ji frowned, his hand still on her thigh under the sheet. 'So soon? I want more time with you, bahu.'

I saw an opportunity to keep things spicy. 'Why rush? It's still early. Have some breakfast first. I'll make coffee and eggs. Then you can go together—make it look normal.'

As they agreed, I headed to the kitchen, giving them a moment alone. In the bedroom, Uncle Ji pulled Princy into a deep kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth while his fingers pinched her nipple. She moaned softly, her resistance melting.

This is crazy. Kissing my father-in-law like a lover. But his touch... it's rough, just like I crave, she thought, her pussy getting wet.

He broke the kiss, whispering, 'Before we go, let me fuck you one more time. For the road.'

Princy hesitated. 'Papa ji, Kartik is right there...'

'He won't mind. He likes watching.' Uncle Ji pushed her back on the bed, spreading her legs. His mouth latched onto her pussy, licking her clit with sloppy enthusiasm. She gasped, her hands gripping his hair.

I heard the moans from the kitchen and smiled, stirring the eggs. Perfect. Let them bond. I'll join if it gets good.

After a few minutes, Uncle Ji climbed up, his 6.5-inch dick hard and ready. He thrust into her missionary style, grunting with each pump. 'Take it, bahu. Your pussy is mine now.'

Princy wrapped her legs around him, her nails digging into his back. 'Yes, Papa ji... harder. Fuck your slutty bahu.' God, I'm saying this out loud. It feels so dirty, so right.

He pounded her for ten minutes, her boobs bouncing with every slam. She came first, her body shaking, pussy clenching around him. Uncle Ji followed, shooting cum deep inside her with a loud groan.

They lay panting as I walked in with breakfast trays. 'Room service,' I joked, setting it down. Princy blushed, but Uncle Ji just laughed, pulling out with a wet pop, cum dripping from her.

'Clean yourself up, bahu,' he said, slapping her ass lightly.

We ate in the bedroom—eggs, toast, coffee—chatting casually. Uncle Ji talked about his business trip, Princy about her job. But under the table, his foot rubbed her calf, and she didn't pull away.

'Kartik, thanks for everything,' Uncle Ji said, sipping coffee. 'This stays between us, right?'

'Of course, Uncle Ji. Our secret. But if you want more... just say the word.' I winked at Princy, who looked down, stirring her coffee.

More? With both of them? My life is turning into one big fuck fest, she thought, a thrill running through her.

After breakfast, they showered together. I heard the water running and more giggles turning to moans. Uncle Ji soaped her body, fingering her ass while she stroked his dick. They didn't fuck again, but the tension built.

Dressed now—Princy in her blue Zara midi dress from the party, no panties as per my subtle hint, and Uncle Ji in his kurta-pajama—they were ready to leave around 10 a.m.

At the door, Uncle Ji hugged me. 'Beta, you're a good friend to my bahu.' Then he turned to Princy, kissing her cheek—too close to her lips. 'Let's go home.'

I watched them walk to his car, Princy glancing back with a mix of worry and excitement. What now? Living with him, knowing we fucked. Kartik better not push too far.

My role wasn't over. I texted Princy as they drove: 'Call me when you get home. Tell me everything.'

They reached their house—a nice two-bedroom flat in a Pune suburb where Princy lived alone most days, but Uncle Ji was staying for his business. Husband was still in Indore, but expected soon. The drive was quiet at first, Uncle Ji's hand on her knee.

'Bahu, about yesterday,' he started, 'I meant what I said. I want you as my wife in secret.'

Princy shifted, her dress riding up. 'Papa ji, it's complicated. My marriage...'

He squeezed her thigh. 'Your marriage is distant. I saw those videos— you're wild. Let me unleash that at home.'

She felt his hand slide higher, brushing her bare pussy. He's bold now. In the car? What if someone sees? But she parted her legs slightly, letting his finger tease her clit.

At a red light, he leaned over, kissing her neck. 'Pull your dress up. Let me see.'

Blushing, she hiked it to her waist, exposing her shaved pussy, still slick from morning cum. He fingered her slowly, his other hand on the wheel. 'Good girl. Wet already.'

Princy moaned, grinding against his hand. This is risky. But I love it. Kartik would approve.

They arrived home without cumming, but the tension simmered. Inside the flat, Uncle Ji locked the door and pulled her into the living room. 'Now, bahu, strip for me.'

'Papa ji, it's daytime. What if neighbors hear?' she protested weakly.

He smirked. 'Then be quiet.'

She slipped off her dress, standing naked, her curves on display. Uncle Ji undressed too, his dadbod softer in the light, but his dick stood hard. He sat on the sofa, pulling her onto his lap reverse cowgirl.

'Ride me,' he commanded, guiding her down onto his cock.

Princy sank onto him, gasping as he filled her pussy. She bounced slowly, her ass slapping against his thighs. Fucking in my own home... with him. It's taboo heaven.

He groped her boobs from behind, pinching nipples. 'Tell me you love it.'

'I love your cock, Papa ji. Fuck me like a slut.' Her voice was breathy, careful not to shout.

He thrust up hard, making her yelp. They fucked for fifteen minutes, switching to doggy on the sofa. Uncle Ji slapped her ass, pulling her hair. 'You're mine now. Every day.'

She came hard, biting the cushion to muffle her scream. He pulled out, cumming on her back with grunts.

Panting, they cleaned up. My phone buzzed—Princy's text: 'Home safe. He's... forward now.'

I replied: 'Good. Invite me over later?'

She hesitated but typed: 'Maybe evening. Husband calls at 5.'

Afternoon passed with domestic normalcy. Uncle Ji napped, Princy did chores, but her mind raced. Kartik's plan worked too well. Now Papa ji expects sex daily. And Kartik wants in. I'm trapped in the best way.

Around 3 p.m., Uncle Ji woke and found her in the kitchen making tea. He hugged her from behind, dick pressing against her ass through clothes. 'Bahu, bend over the counter.'

'Papa ji, not now... tea will spill.' But she leaned forward anyway, lifting her dress.

He entered her pussy from behind, fucking steady while she gripped the counter. 'Quiet, or the neighbors will know what a whore you are.'

She nodded, stifling moans. Quick and dirty. I need this. He came inside after five minutes, kissing her neck. 'Good bahu.'

My role kicked in when I called her at 4 p.m. 'How's home?'

'Kartik, it's intense. He fucked me twice already.' Her voice was hushed.

'Tell him I'm coming over for dinner. Say it's to discuss business.' I suggested.

She agreed, and soon Uncle Ji was on board. 'Kartik beta coming? Great! More fun.'

Husband called at 5, Princy chatting normally while Uncle Ji fingered her under the table. She squirmed, ending the call early.

I arrived at 7 p.m. with pizza and beer. The flat smelled of curry from her quick cooking. We sat in the living room, chatting about work and life.

Uncle Ji eyed Princy hungrily. 'Bahu, serve the food.'

As she bent to place plates, her dress showed no panties. Uncle Ji slapped her ass lightly, winking at me.

After eating, we moved to the sofa. Beer loosened tongues. 'Kartik, show Uncle Ji more videos,' Princy said shyly, surprising us.

I pulled out my phone, playing the trucker gangbang clip. Her moans filled the room as the men took turns.

Uncle Ji's dick hardened in his pants. 'Bahu, you're a star.' He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her deeply.

I joined, unzipping my pants. 'Princy, suck me while he fingers you.'

She knelt between us, taking my 7-inch cock in her mouth, slurping wetly. Uncle Ji lifted her dress, sliding two fingers into her pussy.

Both of them again. I'm their toy now, she thought, bobbing her head faster.

Uncle Ji stood, dropping his pants. 'My turn.' She switched, sucking him while I fucked her doggy from behind.

We rotated—me in her mouth, him in her pussy; then double team, Uncle Ji in ass, me in pussy. She screamed in pleasure, orgasming twice.

'Cum inside me,' she begged.

We did, filling her holes with hot loads. Exhausted, we collapsed, her between us.

'Kartik, you're the mastermind,' Uncle Ji said, stroking her hair.

'We keep this going,' I replied. 'Secret fucks whenever.'

Princy smiled, spent. My life just got filthier. And I love it.

Night fell, and I left them to sleep tangled together, knowing tomorrow would bring more.